Dirty Kiss Excerpt: Seduction

Thought I would drop a small excerpt from Dirty Kiss today. Friday, people! Woot! Thanks for following me, pimping me and encouraging me.

I wasn’t sure if the shyness was real, but the contrite glance he gave me from under his lashes did me in. Victoria had nothing on seduction, compared to Jae-Min. If it was artificial, then he was damned practiced at it.
My hands were in his hair before I even thought about wanting to touch him more. Scraping back the black strands, I paused when I saw the small plaster bandage on his temple. Jae’s eyes widened, and he gasped, unsure of what I was going to do. I had to admit, I wasn’t certain myself, but in the middle of trying to figure out if his cousin had killed himself or if he’d had help, I’d tossed aside my feelings for Rick and was falling for a lying, sleek Korean man. Guilt ate at me, worms of censure working through my thoughts as my thumbs ran over Jae’s cheekbones, bringing a blush to the surface of his pale skin.

“Don’t,” he pleaded. There wasn’t much conviction in his voice. It sounded more like a please than a stop. “You don’t want this.”

“Want this or want you?” There’d been other men who’d caught my interest, but none had really made me lust before. Not like this. I needed to push Jae down and make him scream my name. I wanted his hands on my back and to feel him around me. “No one’s made me need them more since Rick.”

“Nothing good ever comes from it. Not for me,” he said, shaking his head. Jae trembled under my fingers, and the tremor ran down his skin and into mine. “Look at what happened to Hyun-Shik.”

Josh Lanyon: Come Unto These Yellow Sands

Come Unto These Yellow SandsCome Unto These Yellow Sands by Josh Lanyon

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Lover of fine poetry and lousy choose-your-own-adventure novels, Professor Sebastian Swift was once the bad-boy darling of the literati. The only lines he does these days are Browning, Frost and Cummings. Even his relationship with the hot, handsome Wolfe Neck Police Chief Max Prescott is healthy.

When one of his most talented students comes to him bruised and begging for help, Swift hands over the keys to his Orson Island cabin—only to find out that the boy’s father is dead and the police are suspicious. In an instant, the stable life Swift has built for himself hangs on finding the boy and convincing him to give himself up before Max figures out Swift’s involvement in the case. Continue reading “Josh Lanyon: Come Unto These Yellow Sands”

Closing In and Opening Boxes

Dirty Kiss’s release date is fast approaching. I don’t know the official date yet but we’re gearing up there. The cover artist has been tapped for the book… the lovely Anne Cain whom I’ve worked with before and had a lovely experience. Someone asked me: “Why didn’t you design it yourself?”

Well, I wanted the full “author” experience.

And I also know how hard it is to find hot, pretty Asian boys in stock photos. :::grins::: Have fun, Anne! :::waves:::

I joined Goodreads. Odd thing that. Adding people I read. Books I read. Debating public face happy now that I’m Rhys Ford because really there is a certain diplomacy that one should take when representing a brand… in my case, Rhys Ford. Douchebaggery is not the image I want to project and God knows I’ll be chewing on my foot in no time, I don’t need help steering it past my lips.

Pray with me that I can sustain that. :::grins:::

I had a point to this post. And now it’s lost. Really, someone showed me a picture of a guy in a hideous outfit and it shoved all thought from my head.