Crucify my Love: Gay Book Reviews: Blog Tour: T.A.G. Family Christmas

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Book Title: T.A.G. Family Christmas
Series: The Assassins’ Guild Book 3
Author: A.G. Carothers

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Happy Holidays from everyone at T.A.G. Your one-stop shopping source for all your killing needs.

It isn’t all stabbings, poisonings, and shootings here at The Assassins’ Guild. We decided to pause that and take a little time to celebrate being alive, and for some, being in love.

This is your friendly communications agent, Mr. No, here to tell you about the holiday fun Mr. H and his boys got up to this one Christmas.

Once upon a time, there was a Bob. This Bob got tasked with three missions. Not just any old ordinary missions, but missions of love…

Between guarding Connor, being stalked by Enrique, and being his usual sneaky self, Bob must put into motion three big surprises for his chosen family.

But it’s not all snowman contests and catching Mr. Ti in potentially embarrassing situations while they vacation in a chateau outside of Paris. Oh no, something is afoot. Mr. H won’t let the new problem code-named The Poacher interfere with family time.

So, take a little time out of your busy schedule and join us for a T.A.G. Family Christmas the likes of you’ll never forget.

Attention: This story contains adorableness taken to a whole new level. There are adult situations, language, kinky snowman, and all the churros you can eat.

Excerpt

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Twelve Days till Christmas

I watched the gentle rise and fall of Connor’s back as he slept. Now that we were on vacation and I was exiled from the kitchen here, I had several hours to just watch Connor. I still had no idea what to get him for Christmas. It was our first one together, so it had to be something special. In years past, I’d gotten him little things. A stuffed animal here and there or a rare action figure, but now things were different.
What did you get someone who literally had the world at his fingertips? I had briefly entertained the idea of proposing, but that seemed a little cliché and maybe a little too soon for that. How long should I wait? Marriage was but a piece of paper that declared to the rest of the world what I knew in my soul and heart.
I had thought maybe a new sex toy, but again that seemed unromantic. Cooking something special was out of the question because I could do that anytime, and I did do it. Jewelry seemed cliché, as well. We’re already on a romantic trip. Granted, we weren’t alone, but I couldn’t help feeling even more in love with Connor in this setting. The French countryside, fireplaces in every room practically. There could be more snow, but I didn’t have any control over that.
Connor rolled over and snuggled into my chest, flinging a leg over my hip. I traced the freckles on his back with my fingers as I thought. I sighed and rolled onto my back, bringing Connor with me. He shivered as the blanket slipped down, but I straightened it over us before it woke him.
What did Connor enjoy most? What did he value?
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I could have hit myself on the forehead at missing the obvious. I couldn’t do it on my own, though. While Connor was in the shower, I’d steal a few minutes with Bob.