Welcome to the world of  D.J. Manly

The Melting Ice series has been immensely popular. I enjoy writing them as much as you enjoy reading them. Over at Mojocastle, my publisher tells me this one is the best one yet. You decide.

Take a Federal Marshall and a poor young guy who took the wrong road, add a chase through an industrial park, and throw the two of them in a cabin in the woods, and you get Melting Ice Four!!

Here's a taste

Ryerson’s boy was beautiful, his body sleek and well muscled and his smile kind of took my breath away for a moment before I reminded myself that I was here to take him in, not take him to bed.

        The song finished and there was some scattered applause. The young man on the stage picked up a towel and wiped some sweat from his chest and thighs. His gaze again returned to me.

        I crooked my finger to him and he moved across the stage in my direction, looking intrigued then he froze. He’d seen the reflection of my badge which hung off my neck. He took a few steps backward.

        “Oh fuck,” I muttered to myself, “he’s going to run!”

        And he could run, even bare ass naked, without shoes. He vaulted off that makeshift stage, tipping over several chairs on his way, startling everyone, and headed out a side door. I gave chase.

        At six foot three, one hundred and ninety pounds, I was in top shape, not an ounce of excess fat and muscularly well developed. I also had long legs which gave me speed. I knew I’d catch him but I never dreamed it would take me so damn long to do it.

        I yelled at him to stop several times but he ignored me. He just kept on running. I could see his bare ass shining in the moon light and part of me wanted to laugh. The other part however was royally pissed off.

        I chased him around each building, and at one point, we played a game of hide and seek, him going one way then pulling the switch on me and running off in the other direction. We were both slowing down.  “Jesus Christ!” I called out. “Come off it, Medina, give me a break. I’m not going to hurt you.”

        “Fuck you, cop!” came the reply and I saw him dart out from behind a huge parked truck and race across the parking lot. He was headed for the road. I doubled my speed, breathing hard. I didn’t relish dodging traffic at this time of night, not that there was much traffic to dodge.

        He was tiring and for some reason, I was getting a second wind. I actually touched him twice, had him within inches of my grasp, but he managed to push ahead. “Where in fuck you think you’re going bare-assed naked?” I yelled.

        He didn’t bother to answer but he’d slowed down considerably and long before he reached the road, I had him.

        I grabbed him by the arm as we both doubled over, trying to recover our breath. He didn’t try to fight me. He couldn’t have anyway. I was two times his size.

        When we’d recovered some, I looked him in the face. His was red and sweaty but he had the face of a God damned angel. I never trusted guys who looked like that. “Come on,” I growled, as I yanked him forward. “We need to find you some clothes to put on.”

        “Why?” he sneered. “Are you a prude as well as a prick?”