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SAINT

Gates of Heaven

M. Tasia


ALSO BY M. TASIA

The Boys of Brighton series

Gabe

Sam’s Soldiers

Rick’s Bear

Jesse

Coop

Travis

Grady

Vincent

Shadow

The Holidays

EVERYONE LOVES THE BOYS OF BRIGHTON

I loved this book and I love this town. I hope there’s going to be more.”

—Melissa Lemons on Gabe

An amazing read that was filled with lust, love, crazy hot sex, danger, action and so much more This is the first book I have read in this series but I will definitely be reading more in the future.”

—Gay Book Reviews on Sam’s Soldiers

I was crazy impressed that the author made me teary over the ending of a relationship that I shouldn’t have even been invested in. I didn’t yet know these characters yet the author made me hurt for them. That takes some mad writing skills!”

—Love Bytes Reviews

Jesse and Royce together have my heart. Jesse has it all by himself.”

—The Book Junkie Reads on Jesse

So much action, intrigue, drama and angst for the long awaited story of Grady and Ben. This was worth the wait. Sexy and sweet. I can’t wait for the next.”

—SamD on Grady

I knew this one would be my favorite to date! There was something about Vincent that said awesome then came Tristan.”

—Booky on Vincent

This installment of the Boys of Brighton was so good! I loved Shadow and Randy ‘s story I was hooked from the first page to the last. This book was definitely worth the wait!”

—AG on Shadow

I have loved this series from the very first story and this holiday novella is simply perfect. We get a glimpse of all our couples and what is happening in their lives while the holidays explode around them. I cannot wait for more!”

—bookobsessed on The Holidays


MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION

After the death of their mother, Frank “Saint” Jeffrey knew the only way to protect his younger brother was to strike a deal with their autocratic, cruel, abusive father. In exchange for his brother’s freedom to live his life as he wished, Saint promised to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a preeminent surgeon in his father’s medical practice. When events he never could have predicted took away Saint’s ability to perform surgery, the bargain became null and void. With no safety net, and a life without purpose, Saint moved across the country, bought a wreck of a building in DTLA, and hoped while resurrecting the property he’d find a reason to live again. Then Max Connor entered his life, and Saint was dragged from the darkness of desolation into the light of love.


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SAINT

Copyright © 2019 M. Tasia

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This has been possible because of the love and support of my family.

Love you Craig, Samantha, Katie and Jason.


ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to my amazing publisher for taking the time to play tour guide in her diverse and stunning area of Southern California. Your indomitable spirit and strength inspires me to continue to grow as an author. Also, to my sisters-in-law, thank you for coming along and supporting my dream. The love and strength of family is the cornerstone of my career.


CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

About the Author


SAINT


Prologue

Saint stood in front of what had once been sweeping drapes. The now-tattered fabric clung to twelve-foot-tall windows long boarded over since the building’s heyday. Walls covered in bubbling, flowered wallpaper, and furniture left broken and forgotten lay haphazard among rolled-up rugs that had fallen over from where they’d probably been lined up against the walls. A single slice of light pierced the dust-speckled air, trying to be a beacon leading him onward in this incredibly misguided undertaking.

A grand staircase stood dead center in the vast space. Its worn and broken railings seemed to smile with gaping holes, laughing at him and the insanity of it all. Chandeliers hung in a macabre fusion of spider webs and layers of dust. Crumbling plaster left walls open, and piles of debris could be found everywhere on the dirty marble floors.

The far wall housed a large fireplace, an open maw ready to gobble him whole. The furniture in the long-ago lounge area stood strangely at the ready with its Hollywood Regency style still evident in the faded tufted velvet chaise awaiting some former movie star’s arrival. He could swear the original plaster moldings above the doors, windows, and bordering the ceiling were inspired by Dorothy Draper herself.

“So that’s everything,” the real estate agent beside him said, and he nearly jumped, having half-forgotten she was standing there. She winged up a painted brow then handed him the keys. “Good luck, Mr. Jeffrey.” Then she was gone, moving quickly through the thick wooden double doors, scurrying off to induce some other idiot sucker into investing in a broken-down wreck.

Saint walked across the lobby to the intricately detailed front desk covered in brass and what appeared to be deep, rich cherry wood. He set his bag down on its worn surface and caught his reflection in the cracked sunburst mirror behind the desk.


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