Love Watch by Sara York ~ #TeamPrism GRL Countdown Flash Fic

I hope you all have been enjoying the GRL Featured Blog Tour this year. We at Prism have been honored to be a part of it! As part of our #TeamPrism countdown to GRL I issued a challenge to the authors who have visited us throughout the year on the tour. Some couldn’t participate, but many took the challenge. I gave them each the same prompt and asked them to write a flash fic of 500 words, give or take a few hundred.

The Prompt

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Love Watch by Sara York

“I don’t know if he’ll ever recover.” Devin rubbed his hand over his belly, wondering if the weird feelings would ever go away.

“He will,” Leo said.

“I need to make sure.”

“No interfering.”

Devin ground his teeth together, anger churning through his guts. Brent hadn’t been there when the accident happened, but he’d shown up on scene ten minutes later. Maybe his team should have waited, maybe they could have used a different tactic, but they’d gone by the books, but the books had been wrong. In the end, three guys on Devin’s team were dead, Leo was one of them.

“Is he drunk again?” Leo asked.

“Yeah. I watched him all night.” Devin rolled his eyes.

“Did you interfere?”

“Not really,” Devin said. “He’s getting in with the wrong guys. If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose his job.”

“I don’t think he cares about his job,” Leo said.

“No, he doesn’t.” Devin leaned against the window, tracing his finger over the glass, wishing he were touching Brent. Never again would he feel the soft skin of his lover, or taste the honeyed flavor of his kisses. Brent hadn’t been his first, or even his second, but he’d been the one that mattered most.


Brent rolled over, moaning as pain blinded him. He’d drank way too much, done a little coke, and some guy he couldn’t remember his name, or even his face. But the face hadn’t been what mattered, just the slide of his cock into a warm whole.

His alarm rang and he sneered, growling at his phone. Work was the last thing he wanted to do, but he needed to catch the guy who’d killed Devin.

His heart crashed and his lungs emptied. Brent dropped to the ground, the ache in his body too much to stay standing. Devin had been his everything. Now there was nothing. His backup alarm rang and he screamed, cursing God and everyone else who could hear him.

Somehow, Brent made it to the precinct by eight and was at his desk, coffee cup in hand. He stared at his computer, trying to make sense of the words on the screen. Drifting on fumes of alcohol from the previous night, he grabbed the eye drops from his desk, hoping they’d at least lubricate his eyes well enough no one called him on his escapades.

On some level, he knew he needed to stop, but the empty hole left by Devin needed to be filled. The only way he found peace was getting so drunk or high he couldn’t tell that the guy he was fucking wasn’t Devin.

“Brent, get your skinny ass over here,” deputy chief Brice yelled from his office.

Brent grabbed another swig of his coffee and moved, his whole body reminding him that he wasn’t young enough to get away with the abuse he’d been putting it through. The door to Brice’s office was closed, giving Brent enough time to smooth his hands over his shirt and wipe his face.

“Fuck, Devin, where the hell are you and why did you leave me alone? Fucking bastard,” he whispered before opening the door.

Inside the office were two men he’d never seen before. His stomach turned and it felt like the bottom had dropped out. The guys were dressed in crisp suits with not one hair out of place. He felt like he was about to get fucked over.

“Take a seat,” Brice said.

Brent nodded and sat in the chair between the two men. They’d done this on purpose, leaving the only open chair between them. It was a shitty power play and he sure as hell didn’t like it.

“What’s up?” Brent asked.

“Agents Pickens and Grafton need your full cooperation. You’ll be working closely with both of them.”

Brent sat up straight. “Excuse me? What about my cases?”

Brice tossed the papers he’d been looking at on the desk and sat back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Your cases? You haven’t done shit since Devin passed away. I don’t blame you, in fact I told you to take some time, but you didn’t. Since Pickens and Grafton are looking into something dealing with Devin I thought you’d be willing to help.”

Brent sat forward, his eyes narrowed. “Something dealing with Devin, what type of something?”

Brice stood up and moved to the door. Pickens and Grafton got up too and picked up their briefcases.

“It doesn’t look good, but they’ll tell you after they finish asking you questions. For now, I suggest you give them what they want. We’ll talk after they finish.”

Brent stood slowly, turning to face the three men. He felt like he was on trial, or worse, already convicted of doing something wrong. Devin was a good cop, and a better man. He’d never do anything illegal, and he sure as hell would have never done anything against the law. Brent was the wild cannon, the dangerous one, and the one who lived on the edge, not Devin. He’d work with Pickens and Grafton as long as he needed to, but after he was done with them, he’d go on his own, proving Devin to be the man Brent knew him to be.

Sara York

About the Author

Writing is Sara York’s life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can’t help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.

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Author Tour Stops:

Carol Lynne 15-Apr
Eden Winters 2-May
Rowan Speedwell 13-May
J. P. Barnaby 23-May
Toni Griffin 6-Jun
Kindle Alexander 20-Jun
Zathyn Priest 4-Jul
Diana Copland 18-Jul
Angel Martinez 23-Jul
Sara York 31-Jul
Jeff Adams 5-Aug
Brandon Witt 14-Aug
Deanna Wadsworth 21-Aug
Shira Anthony 28-Aug
Ethan Stone 1-Sep
Jamie Lynn Miller 11-Sep
Chris Cox 22-Sep
Lori Toland 29-Sep
Freddy MacKay 2-Oct
Erica Pike 6-Oct



As part of the countdown to GRL, one lucky commenter on the #TeamPrism Flash Fiction posts will win a $25 All Romance eBooks Gift card!

Contest ends 25 Oct 2014 at 11:59pm CDT.  Must be 18 or old, void where prohibited.


Farewell Giveaway
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.

Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,

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