Tequila Mockingbird by Rhys Ford

TequilaMockingbirdLGTequila Mockingbird by Rhys Ford
Series: Sinner’s, Book Three
Release Date: June 27, 2014
Pages: 250 • Format: eBook
Published By: Dreamspinner Press
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Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.

No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.

Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.

Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.


Okay so with all the over the top drama happening in this book it still managed to be my favorite of the series so far. Gosh, I wanted to gush all over the place. I love Connor. I mean, I can’t wait for Quinn’s book because he’s calling to me, but in between time I loved Connor. I loved Connor and Donal. Donal resonates with me so much because he reminds me of my Father in Law. The quiet storm of a man, who’s peaceful and comforting when you need him. He doesn’t say much, but when he does it hits you square in the chest. I just enjoyed his talks with his children, and I’m in for tears in Quinn’s book because I expect so much.

“He haunts me, Da. Worse than a sunburn I cannot wait to heal but at the same time tightens my skin so I can’t not feel him. I see him, and I want to touch him, to hold him, because I don’t think he’s been held enough or been told someone cares about him. He’s had a shite hippie who took him in off the streets and who probably loved him but didn’t give him any kind of self.”

Okay now for this book. Jeez Forest!! He’s been through alot, and after all of that he can still laugh. Sure this was very insta-love. The entire series has been insta-love for me. I’m okay with it, not use to it in Rhys books but I’m fine with it. In fact, I love how Connor went to his dad. That conversation about him emulating the man he wanted to become did me in. I was a crying fool. I am happy to see good representation of fathers who love their sons beyond their sexuality. I think Rhys does a good job for her characters who lack their birth parents, by giving them the world’s best surrogate family members. Forest is every type of guy I like to read. He’s broken but willing to get himself back together. He got hurt bad, and no one has been able to love him like Connor as. I felt for Forest because his entire short life is more than what most people go through. I think he was waiting on Connor finding him and loving him that’s all.

I mean he started hooking at a young age with his mother, who was suppose to care for him. In turn her lack of love, led him to Frank. A hippie man who decided he had enough love for Forest. Sure the mystery was alot to deal with. I mean, we never caught a break. Just once I would have liked to see the two spend some time together on page without the destruction in their lives. It worked out sure for everyone, but this moved faster then I expected. I guess I can’t complain much because I read it in one sitting and never looked back. Please book god let Quinn’s story be emotionally painful for me, and let his family gather him up and love him.

About Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.

Rhys admits to sharing the house with cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.

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