THE GIVEAWAY IS NOW OVER!
Dreamspinner has graciously put Fish and Ghosts up way early and included in their current 30% off sale. The sale ends.. couple of days I think so preorder now.
Dudes. WOOOOOT for the Coming Soon page and Happy Dances for the Sale.
So to celebrate… how about a giveaway!? And if you preorder, you still have a chance to win an ARC…of Dirty Deeds!
Today is Thanksgiving here over in America and my gratitude and blessings pretty much revolve around all of you. No really. It does. I cannot express to you how deeply you have all touched me…and not in a bad touch kind of way. Okay some of you but we’ve talked about it and it’s all good. *grins*
Some of you have been here since Dirty Kiss came out. Others have joined me along the way and have dragged friends and family with us. For that, I thank you.
I could never ever be here without you there. Plain and simple. There’s no other way to state this and if ever for a second I forget this, I am damned to a Hell reserved for Fox executives who cancel really good television shows.
I’m pretty sure that circle of hell revolves around eating steamed bitter melon with greasy cold balut and a side of split pea soup while having to listen to Chinese opera translated into nails on chalkboard tones but I could be mistaken.
So thank you. Really. And not just because I hate bitter melon but because I love all of you. Thank you for bringing my books into your lives and then coming back for more *grins* In the name of the immortal Freddie God of All Rock–I thank you all.
The giveaway? How about an ARC ebook of Fish and Ghosts? You know… to celebrate this day and it going live on really the most blessing-counting kind of day. Leave your comment down below and tell me something you’re thankful for. No sharing spoilers on what happens in the ARC but ah, Wolf and Tristan will be back in the next book. Probably. Most likely. Heh.
Contest ends Sunday, December 1st at noon, PST! If you have preordered… you can still enter! If your name is drawn, send me the receipt code from DSP and I’ll offer you an ARC of the next Cole and Jae book, Dirty Deeds!
And now an excerpt from Fish and Ghosts
The angle was awkward, but Wolf didn’t care. His palms were cupped around Tristan’s high cheekbones, and his mouth tasted of the man himself.
He was right about Tristan’s hair. The strands were soft, silken, and long as they slid through Wolf’s fingers, but they were nothing compared to the touch of Tristan’s tongue against his.
Tristan’s hands needed somewhere to be because they pulled and moved along Wolf’s shoulders and chest until finally settling on his sides. They tangled tongues, their teeth lightly touching when Wolf pushed in deeper. He wanted to crawl into the man, exploring every recess and shadow inside of him until Wolf came out the other side of his lust drenched in Tristan’s scent and feel.
Everything about Tristan Pryce was wrong… from his cracked mind to the ideas he’d packed in it, and Wolf should have run screaming as soon as he saw the lean blond lying in bed. He might have made his living taking on challenges other men fled from, but one as sinfully sweet as Tristan Pryce gave Wolf pause. The man had no idea how seductively innocent he was, and Wolf wanted to be the one to plunge through Tristan’s icy personality to the fire he knew lurked deep within Tristan’s body. Tristan vibrated with an intensity and longing Wolf’s body begged to touch, even if he knew he might singe them both beyond recognition.
Damning any whispering alarms from his brain to tread lightly, Wolf was just about to pull Tristan against him when the man pulled away, leaving Wolf wanting more.
“You… didn’t have to do that.” Tristan took a step back from Wolf and lifted his fingers to his mouth. “I don’t need a Prince Charming, Kincaid. Not even one to kiss me awake.”
“I’m not very charming.” Wolf was thankful the man didn’t wipe the taste of him off his lips with the back of his hand. He could handle Tristan’s need for space and air—they’d both been drowning in one another—but he didn’t think he could take the man rubbing away the feel of his mouth. “And if anyone needs to be kissed awake, it’s you, Pryce. It is definitely you. If you’re not going to let me kiss you, at least come inside. It’s fucking freezing out here.”
“No, I—” Tristan shook his head but didn’t finish the thought, leaving Wolf with a curious itch. “Besides, it’s time to watch fireflies.”
“Look, I’ve told you. Fireflies don’t—”
“Then what’s that?” Tristan pointed out to the lily speckled pond by the garden’s folly. “Swamp gas? An electrical disturbance? Bad mushrooms at dinner?”
There were hundreds of them. Floating through the misty curls rolling around the garden and over the folly’s large pond, Tristan’s fireflies danced and swarmed, tiny glowing dots leaving behind chartreuse trails in the moisture-thick air. Wolf stood, transfixed by the sheer beauty of the luminescent sprinkles rising and falling in their own silent ballet. They peppered the landscape, curving into the low points in the garden before cresting over the hillocks and banks of flowers.
They swam about, sparkling through the fog and weaving about, putting on a private spectacle for the men standing on the Grange’s grand pavilion balcony. Then in a whispering shush, the lights went out slowly, a few at a time at first, then entire waves of darkness ascending from the garden’s shadows to swallow up the lost, fallen stars.
“I’ll be damned,” Wolf whispered, then turned, finding himself alone on the balcony, the memory of Tristan’s hot body burned into his flesh. Picking up their discarded coffee mugs, Wolf shook his head and took one last look out at the grayscape of garden below. “Well, I’ll be fucking damned.”
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