genre: M/M Urban Fantasy
length: novella
ISBN# electronic 978-1-59596-948-4
price $4.49BUY: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=891 BLURB:
Too late, Dean arrives for his windsurfing vacation and realizes his “secluded” Caribbean villa isn’t. He has a neighbor who just happens to look exactly like a certain action figure left with Adrian’s lover, Mack. Finding out his neighbor shares Dean’s passion for extreme sports only reopens wounds Dean had thought healed.Sawyer knew his next mission would be just as exciting as his last. So when he finds himself on a Caribbean island with a hot man and nothing to do but lie on the beach, he thinks he’s in heaven. Except, Dean doesn’t believe Sawyer’s story.What’s an action figure come to life to do? Whatever it takes to prove that he’s real and so is the passion between them.

Reviews

“Mission: Raw is the second in Mary Winter’s fun new Live Action Hero series. Picking up where Mission: Carnal left off we follow Dean on his trip to the Caribbean. Dean is a man that has reached a point in his life where everything has come to a head. Frustrated with it all he has taken a vacation to focus on himself and the sports he loves. Sawyer is one of the former action figures that met their end in the battle that took Mack, a character from Mission: Carnal, as well. He is determined to make the most of his second chance at life and enjoy every moment. As in the previous book the men are made for each other, complimenting and strengthening and helping each to overcome their pasts.”
- Hayley, Fallen Angel Reviews

“Mission: RAW is book 2 in the Live Action Heroes series. Mary Winter creates three dimensional characters that this reader believes can actually walk off the pages of her books and come to life. In this story Dean appears, on the surface, to be carefree and in control but is really a scarred and vulnerable man and Sawyer, who loves Dean, sees him as his reason to live after being given a second chance at life.

I highly recommend Mission: RAW to anyone who likes a bit of adventure and extreme sports to go along with hot loving and I can’t wait for Book 3.”

- Ruby Minx, Literary Nymphs

Excerpt

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Dean shaved off the night’s growth of stubble. Grabbing another pair of shorts — he planned to wear little else his entire vacation — and slipping his feet into a pair of flip-flops, he headed once more for the deck with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

In the daylight, he saw his neighbor swimming. Did the man ever eat or sleep? Sunlight highlighted his bronzed flesh, making him look like the statues of god-like men that graced the resort’s entryway. The stranger moved naked through the water, each limb gliding smoothly through the azure liquid. The turquoise and deep blue tiles on the bottom of the pool made it appear as if this were some kind of royal palace. The same motif was repeated along the low stone wall surrounding the area. Large palm trees provided shade, the rustling of their leaves music that accompanied the soft splashes of the man’s strokes.

Dean settled into one of the chairs at the edge of the pool. Sipping from his coffee mug, he unabashedly watched the man swim. A familiar desire rose inside him. His breath hitched thinking what such an athletic form could do. A breeze picked up, carrying with it the tang of salt air, and for a moment, Dean hungered to be on a board, catching the wind in his sail. Needs he’d buried for the last six months surfaced.

The man didn’t catch his gaze. Surely he saw Dean sitting there. Did he mind putting on a show? He must not, for he flipped onto his back and lazily kicked the length of the pool. The man’s erect cock rose from a neatly trimmed triangle of curls.

Dean’s mouth watered. He imagined the taste of clean skin combined with the man’s unique musk. A long vein would run along the length of the man’s shaft, and Dean knew if he traced it with fingers and tongue he could bring the man to release.

And why not? He was, after all, on a Caribbean vacation with lots of time on his hands. The week promised good waves and scantily clad bodies, perfect for the escape he so desperately craved.

“You always swim in the nude?” Dean asked.

The man’s strokes slowed. He turned onto his stomach, hiding his magnificent rod, and lazily floated over to the edge of the pool. He leaned on the tile much like he had last evening, chin pillowed on the backs of his hands. “You always watch?” The man arched a sardonic eyebrow.

“Only when the view warrants it.” Dean set his mug on the ground. “My travel agent promised me I’d have this place all to myself. So how come you’re here?”

“Maybe I didn’t want you to be alone.”

The quip couldn’t be true. There was no way this man could know why he’d come here, and yet Dean wished desperately for it to be the truth. Because, suddenly, he didn’t want to be alone.