RJ Scott

  Excerpt Chapter 1 “Sit down, boys,” Gerald Hayes said firmly, his back to the Dallas skyline and his arms folded across his chest. They complied with his request since it was more of a command, both sliding into the leather chairs opposite the desk. They wore different expressions, though both were his sons. Jeff was the mirror of his father, six-five, strong, not averse to getting his own way…
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