All for Knot: Love in Knot Valley, #6

By Briton Frost

Maverick Smith is home in Knot Valley to reluctantly recuperate from an injury sustained in the line of duty on his ERU team in the city. The bomb that messed up his hand also took the life of his partner—which messes with his head on a daily basis. He's no good for anyone right now, but especially not the cute, pregnant omega next door.

 

Simon Bloom is just getting from one day to the next. He's not sure how he's going to manage being a single dad—but he loves his unborn baby more than anything. Well, Kraft Macaroni-and-Cheese runs a close second, but he's hoping that is just a pregnancy craving that will go away once the baby is born.

When Mav comes across Simon needing help in the halls of their apartment building, he does what he can and then…just stays. They don't have much in common, but something about Simon makes him want to be a better man. Besides, what kind of friend would he be to let Simon face the rest of his dangerous pregnancy all alone?

 

He'd be a fool to act on the attraction. It would ruin the best friendship he's ever had. But if he doesn't admit how he feels, he'll never have a chance at the family he never knew he wanted and it will be all for …knot.

 

Welcome to Knot Valley, a sleepy small town in Eastern Washington. All for Knot is the final in the series about super dominant alphas and quirky omegas finding love and creating families in an alternate universe where mpreg is possible. Some of the books are reimagined from a different series. If you like your MM steamy and endings happy, this hot series will get you right in the feels.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Briton Frost
• Release date: Dec 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386954019

Briton Frost

Briton Frost writes books in an alternate universe where men can impregnate each other. Some of the books are reimagined books from a different series because Briton can’t stop playing the “what if?” game and doesn’t want to let characters go without exploring them in different situations. Visit Briton on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BritonFrost/

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MAVERICK SMITH IS HOME in Knot Valley to reluctantly recuperate from an injury sustained in the line of duty on his ERU team in the city. The bomb that messed up his hand also took the life of his partner—which messes with his head on a daily basis. He’s no good for anyone right now, but especially not the cute, pregnant omega next door.

Simon Bloom is just getting from one day to the next. He’s not sure how he’s going to manage being a single dad—but he loves his unborn baby more than anything. Well, Kraft Macaroni-and-Cheese runs a close second, but he’s hoping that’s just a pregnancy craving that will go away once the baby is born.

When Mav comes across Simon needing help in the halls of their apartment building, he does what he can and then...just stays. They don’t have much in common, but something about Simon makes him want to be a better man. Besides, what kind of friend would he be to let Simon face the rest of his dangerous pregnancy all alone?

He’d be a fool to act on the attraction. It would ruin the best friendship he’s ever had. But if he doesn’t admit how he feels, he’ll never have a chance at the family he never knew he wanted and it will be all for ...knot.

Welcome to Knot Valley, a sleepy small town in Eastern Washington. All for Knot is the final in the series about super dominant alphas and quirky omegas finding love and creating families in an alternate universe where mpreg is possible. Some of the books are reimagined from a different series. If you like your MM steamy and endings happy, this hot series will get you right in the feels.

Chapter One

Maverick

I REALLY HATE THIS coffee shop.

The darkest corner I could find is still lit up like they’re using stadium lights, and the speakers placed every two feet are blaring annoyingly spirited pop music of the boy band variety. The air even tastes sweet, like bubblegum. It’s like Whoville and all the noise, noise, noise. Fuck.

The barista at the counter looks like Cindy Lou Who with her shiny blonde hair braided up and her too tight T-shirt showing too much skin. Maybe straight men like that. Maybe she gets great tips. But she does nothing for me other than make me want to suggest she put on a sweater and get her homework done.

The music in here jangles my nerves, but so do the clattering dishes, the clinking spoons, the scrape of metal against metal. My blood pressure is rising, the thumping in my head getting louder and louder. A cash register dings and the vein in my temple throbs.

Hold it together, Smith.

I sip at my acrid, burnt coffee, and it scalds the inside of my mouth.

That quiet spot inside my head that used to make my job of dismantling explosives possible seems to have disappeared, leaving me like this—always one step from losing my shit. My hand throbs, a reminder of why I’m sitting here in my small hometown of Knot Valley instead of at the station or out on a call in Seattle. I could probably hide the stuff going on in my head if I had to, but nobody is letting me go back to work until my hand heals, something physical therapy doesn’t seem to be doing.

I frown into my cup. If I have to be at a coffee shop instead of the cop shop, I wish I were at Old Joe’s near my apartment instead. Old Joe’s feels more like a pub, only instead of booze they serve smooth coffee and normal looking desserts that taste like food and not plastic and saccharin. But now I come here because he had to ruin it all.

I don’t know the omega’s name. He’s handsome. He’s smiley. He’s pregnant.

And he’s my neighbor.

The last day I stepped foot in Old Joe’s, I took one look at him behind the counter, that sunny smile and fucking adorable little dimple, his dark shaggy hair the same shade as his deep brown eyes, and I turned around and never went back inside. It’s hard enough to avoid him in the hallway outside our apartments, I don’t need to run into him every day over my coffee. Then he’d start talking to me. Asking me questions. Getting to know me. Then he’d expect that we chat at the mailbox. Maybe gossip about the neighbor down the hall who entertains an awful lot of men in her apartment when her husband is at work. Then comes borrowing a cup of sugar or I made extra lasagna and brought you a plate.

No. Thank. You.

For one thing, I don’t want to be friendly with anyone. It’s not just him, but he’s worse. He’s the kind of person that you can tell is genuinely nice. Good inside. Not faking it like most of us. Ten years on the police force and I can tell you I know for certain there are more assholes like me in the world than honestly nice human beings like him.

But the other thing that keeps me far, far away from the man next door is I want to fuck him.

Bad.

He’s deliciously round. Fertile. It shouldn’t even be sexy. I’ve never been turned on by a pregnant man before. Omegas who are pregnant smell like their alpha in a way that makes them not very sexual to the rest of us alphas, even if it still means we have a strong desire to protect them. Even if they aren’t ours.

But being someone’s soon-to-be daddy means he’d best stay away from the likes of me. I’m a fucking mess. Nobody deserves to be saddled with me, but especially not someone responsible for another human life.

I’ve never seen the other baby daddy hanging around, but he’s out there somewhere. He should be home with the omega. Keeping guys like me from drooling all over the father of his kid.

The fantasies I have about him make me feel dirty. Well, after I come, I feel dirty. While I’m stroking to the thought of him, I feel fucking fantastic. The things I want to do to that man are perverted and hot.

Better change the direction of my thoughts. The last thing I need is a hard-on when my boss gets over here.

Knot Valley is a small farming community—but we’re next to a bigger college town. This café is a little closer to the school than Old Joe’s, and you can tell by the servers and the clientele. There used to be a time when I would have loved a place like this. Then I became a cop. Then I became an on-the-job injury.

Captain Albright weaves around the long line at the cash register and toward my table. I stand, offering him my left hand rather than my right now that it’s so messed up.

We catch some startled stares from the Abercrombie & Fitch crowd around us. We don’t exactly fit in with the One Direction is the best band ever patrons. Cap isn’t a small man, and we’re evenly matched in height, though he’s got about forty pounds on me.

Most of the guys on my ERU squad are big. It seems to go with the territory. A lot of us are alpha, too. But I guess I’m not on ERU anymore. And I may never get back.

After shaking my hand, Cap pulls me into a bear hug and slaps my back. Smith, what’s good here?

Bottled water, I answer and slap him back.

He laughs and scans the chalkboard with specials written on it in fat bubble letters. I like that sweet drink, right? What is it called?

Mocha, sir. I already ordered you one. They said they’d bring it to the table. I signal to Cindy Lou Who that I’m ready for that drink, and we sit in the hard-plastic chairs the colors of a neon nightmare.

How’s the fishing trip, Cap? It was a long time ago that I met the captain here in Knot Valley on one of his fishing trips. He’d taken a liking to me and helped me get out of this small town and onto the force and finally his ERU team. He still comes for a week every year, which is why he’s in town today.

Reviews for All for Knot

[Missy Tapine-Tumu · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I actually enjoyed this quirky book it was weirdly enjoyable to read who knew right not me hahaha.Will see how I like the next book dunno till I read it.Watch this space.....

[L'eau · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It was a sweet story, needs a little bit of editing. Aside from the quick involvement of characters from the other books at the very end, it didn't feel like it belonged with the rest of the series.