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October 11, 2017
Look What's On Its Way!!!!!
The town prosperity comes from the porcelain works. It employs a lot of people, provides good paying jobs, and the owner is philanthropic. The owner and richest man in town is also The Beast of St. Giles.
Taming the Beast Releases October 13.
The suspicious death of Dante Bartholomew’s wife changed him, especially in the eyes of the residents of St. Giles. They no longer see a successful businessman… only a monster they believe was involved. Dante’s horrific reputation eclipses the truth to the point that he sees no choice but to isolate himself and his heart.
The plan backfires when he meets counselor Beau Clarity and the children he works with. Beau and the kids see beyond the beastly reputation to the beautiful soul inside Dante, and Dante’s cold heart begins to thaw as they slip past his defenses. The warmth and hope Beau brings to Dante’s life help him see his entire existence—his trials and sorrows—in a brighter light.
But Dante’s secrets could rip happiness from their grasp… especially since someone isn’t above hurting those Dante has grown to love in order to bring him down.
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October 10, 2017
exclusive excerpts from Julia, BA and Sean
Sean Michael
The Supers
Blurb:
Hunting ghosts and finding more than they bargained for.
Blaine Franks is a member of the paranormal research group the Supernatural Explorers. When the group loses their techie to a cross-country move, newly graduated Flynn Huntington gets the job. Flynn fits in with the guys right off the bat, but when it comes to him and Blaine, it’s more than just getting along.
Things heat up between Blaine and Flynn as they explore their first haunted building together, an abandoned hospital. Their relationship isn’t all that progresses, though, and soon it seems that an odd bite on Blaine’s neck has become much more.
Hitchhiking ghosts, a tragic love story forgotten by time, and the mystery of room 204 round out a romance where the things that go bump in the night are real.
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Excerpt:
Blaine made sure his hair was smooth and braided, his shirt clean. “Okay, let’s do this.”
The light from the camera came on, and Blaine put on his best smile. “Welcome to the Eugene Thurston Memorial Hospital. I’m Blaine Franks, and with my buddies Flynn, Will, Jase, and Darnell, we’re the Supernatural Explorers.”
Flynn waved when Blaine got to him but didn’t add anything as he already had the EMF reader turned on and was checking the readings.
“Let’s do this thing!” Blaine said, and they headed in.
Flynn was all business now—no more rush of questions, his focus on the results he was getting with the EMF reader.
“We’re going to check out the ER first. It was the scene of a mass shooting, shortly before the hospital closed, where eight people were killed.” Blaine knew the more grisly details they could give, the better people would like it. “A shooter came in—Dave Underwood—looking for his ex-wife, Maryann. He ended up killing her and many of her coworkers, along with two patients and himself. Tonight we’re going to try and communicate with them.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Flynn grinning and bouncing. It felt good having that positive and enthusiastic energy there. It made Blaine feel like maybe they weren’t wasting their time on a fool’s errand.
They made their way down the hall, stopping about halfway along when Flynn made a noise. “We’re getting a high reading, here by the admin offices.” Flynn moved the EMF reader around, and Blaine peered over his shoulder at the device. The needle was jumping like crazy.
“Let’s try an EVP.” Blaine turned on the recorder. “Is there anyone here with us? Maryann? Are you here?”
Flynn switched on the infrared camera and aimed it in the direction where the EMF reader had pinged. “Ask again,” Flynn suggested quietly.
“Maryann? Are you here with us? Do you have anything you’d like to say to us?” Blaine paused, giving the spirits a chance to respond. “Anything at all?”
There was a lot of creaking and groaning, but it sort of sounded more like the building settling than noises a spirit might make.
“You feeling anything?” Flynn asked, almost whispering.
“Not so far. But let’s keep running the EVP, huh?” Blaine closed his eyes, took a deep breath. “Is there anyone who wants to speak to us? Just talk into the recorder.”
Will and Flynn stayed silent. In fact, Blaine could almost hear them holding their breath.
Then Flynn spoke quietly. “I’ve got something on the infrared. Just shadows, but they suddenly appeared, and they’re moving toward you.”
Fuck. “If you need to speak to me, I’m right here.”
“One of them is responding to you. Keep talking.” Flynn took a couple of steps in his direction. Blaine didn’t know if it was for his benefit or Flynn’s.
“Tell us what you need to say. Speak right into the recorder.”
Flynn nodded and pointed to the ghostly figure on the infrared camera. It didn’t look like a person, but it was vaguely human shaped—the right height and width, even if there was no definition to it.
Blaine let the recorder run, trying as hard as he could not to either move or freak out.
The thing came closer, still visible only on the special camera. He couldn’t see anything with his naked eye. The air got cold, the drop in temperature sudden, and the image on the infrared sharpened. It was right there in the foreground now, almost on top of them.
Flynn began breathing rapidly, quick little pants that all of a sudden became visible, the air cold enough that each exhalation showed.
Then he blinked, eyes huge, and poof. The moment was gone. Disappeared.
Flynn’s cheer was quiet, but it was there, and Blaine could feel the excitement pouring from him. “That was so cool. Could you see anything? With the naked eye, I mean.”
Blaine shook his head. “No. Nothing. I felt the temperature drop. Did we get a reading?”
“Yeah. The EMF was going nuts, and you saw the thing on the infrared camera. It got damn cold there for a minute.” Flynn’s excitement was contagious. Even Will was chuckling.
“Rock on. Hopefully we’ll have some EVP too.” Damn. Damn, that had been cool.
Flynn nodded, still bouncing on the balls of his feet like a big kid.
BA Tortuga
Above the Fold - Midnight Rodeo series
Cowboy Kelly is Midnight Rodeo royalty. When his family sold the outfit to Darque and Knight, Kelly stayed on as security of sorts, using his skills as a warlock to keep the mundane world from colliding with the wild and wooly rodeo. None of his years of experience have prepared him for what happens when he meets Jon, though.
Rodeo reporter Jon keeps coming back to the Midnight Rodeo, even if he doesn’t know why. In fact, these days he can’t remember anything about his life. He just travels, following Darque and Knight across the country. When Kelly realizes that Jon has been on the receiving end of a bit of magical amnesia, he knows he has to do something. He thinks he’ll just help Jon move on, but that’s before he falls for the guy. How is Kelly supposed to help Jon get his memory back when all he wants is for Jon to stay with him forever?
Kelly Masterson watched Steve escort some guy away from the room they always set up in the arena offices, no matter where they went. He called it the warded room, and even the best magick user might still fall asleep in there.
The guy had all the telltale signs of confusion and dizziness, and Steve guided him out to the parking lot gently.
Kelly made a hmph noise and headed inside to pour a cup of coffee, which was where he found Erik.
“So what was with that dude?”
“I don’t know. He saw everything. Everything. A journalist. Creeped me right the fuck out, Kelly.”
“No shit?” He raised his eyebrows. A lot of mundanes might slip and see one or two things they shouldn’t, but everything?
“No shit. He shorted out. We had to wipe his memory and, man, it wasn’t easy.”
“How long did it take?” Kelly added cream and sugar to his cup.
“Four hours.”
“Jesus!”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll give him a frickin’ brain tumor, Erik.”
Erik grimaced, his sloe eyes sad. “I hated to do it, but he’s got some kind sight.”
“Still…” Damn. The kid was cute enough and young—too young to short him out already.
Good thing they were heading out. The guy would return to the rodeo grounds to find nothing, and he would think he dreamed it all.
Kelly shook his head. He thought that they should keep the mundanes out, totally ban them and save this sort of issue, but Cody and Phillip had bought the Mastersons out more than a century ago and they didn’t care much what their wayward son said.
They walked a razor line, though. The crowds paid handsomely, but one young reporter with the sight could put them out of business.
He shuddered to think of the ramifications of that for all of them, for their lifestyle.
“Keep an eye out for him,” Kelly said. “In Dallas, I mean.”
“You think?” Erik gave him the wide eyes.
Journalists were dogged by nature. “I think.”
“He’s forgotten everything,” Erik protested.
“Erik.” He said nothing else, but Erik nodded emphatically.
“Sure, boss. Sure.”
“Thank you.” He knew the man would be back. He knew. Not today. But soon. “Are there any doughnuts?”
“Aren’t there always? The kitchen churns them out.”
“Yeah.” They didn’t mingle with the shifters any more than they dealt with the creepers that lived in the back of the house. Their job was the crowd. That was it. Wards and glamours, crowd control and dealing with angry locals who felt invaded.
“Chocolate cream?”
“I got raspberry.” He shook his dark thoughts off. “Don’t forget. Dallas.”
“I’ll put out a memo,” Erik said. “You okay? This is no biggie.”
“Mmm.” Kelly made the noise as non-committal as he could. He had a feeling, and those were rarely wrong.
“Right. See? Memo. Memotastic.”
“Right.” He gave Erik a smile to stop the babblefest.
“You need to lighten up, boss. Seriously. You’re going to give yourself an ulcer.”
Julia Talbot
When Cheri moves to Lobo Basin, all she wants is a quiet place where she doesn’t have to worry about the perils of the big city. She’s never had a lot of luck in love, so it’s a complete surprise when not one, but two beautiful local men show interest in her.
Cowboy Josh and handyman Paulo come from opposite sides of the werewolf pack that rules the town, and they had a falling out years ago over the firestorm of lust that burns between them. When they both decide they want the new girl in town, the competition heats up—and so, finally, does their sexual connection.
Cheri doesn’t know what to do with the bickering men or with the bitey little kids in her class at school. Is she terrible for wanting both Josh and Paulo? The boys don't think so, and they'e going to have to work together to win their mate and help her understand her nature—both werewolf and sexual.
Note: This is a previously published work under the title Fever for Three. 5000 words has been added to the text.
Josh knew it was totally wrong of him, but he couldn’t help himself. He left Cheri’s house and slipped around the back, hoping she hadn’t put curtains up on any of the windows yet. He just wanted one or two more glimpses of the prettiest newcomer he’d seen in an age.
Oh fuck.
Fuck.
There wasn’t anything hiding the rooms but those little sheer not-curtains and… Oh sweet Jesus.
He’d known that girl was hiding under those too-big clothes. He’d been damned sure. Josh just sat there with his teeth in his mouth and stared. Naked, wet, Cheri was in the bath, and she had a frickin’ vibrator in her hands.
Curvy and lush, that pretty gal was sex personified, and she made his mouth water. He chuckled at that thought. It could be mistaken if he said it out loud, at least in Lobo Basin.
“What’re you doing, vato?”
Josh almost killed himself turning around when the heel of his cowboy boot caught in a groove in the dirt. Shit. Paulo. He’d thought that asshole had left. His cheeks went hot. “Nothing.”
“Uh-huh.” Paulo’s eyes went to the window and the short little asshole groaned at the picture Cheri made.
Josh pushed him a little, shoving him away from the window. “She’s not for you.”
“She ain’t yours.” Paulo grabbed him, dragging him out toward the desert, where their trucks were parked. The grip on his arm was angry, urgent.
“I saw her first.” He knew it was petty, but it was an effective argument. He dug his boot heels in, but man, Paulo was a strong little fuck.
“Yeah. She wanted me first.”
Josh was leaving tracks in the dirt. It was getting on to dusk too, and he looked at the sky, the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. His skin snapped with electricity, frustration and need rising in his blood.
“Fuck you. Moon’s coming.”
“It is.” Paulo’s voice was damn near a growl, teeth bared, and Josh could smell arousal.
It made his nose quiver, his breath starting to come hard and fast. Between the hot new girl and this man, the one he’d wanted and wanted, being right there… God, he was going to explode.
They walked out to the trucks—there wasn’t anything out here, no streetlights, nothing but caliche and heat, burning up through his boots. His cock felt like a rock in his jeans, a hot one, pressing against his zipper. God, he wanted to bite something.
“I smell you, vato.”
“Shut up.” He whacked Paulo on the arm, finally getting himself free. No one treated him like a naughty kid, as if he was being hauled to the principal’s office.
Paulo popped him right in the jaw, hard enough to sting. “No. You’re all worked up, looking at her.”
“So? So are you.” He grabbed Paulo, shook hard, then gave Paulo’s jeans a pointed look. “I wasn’t the one rubbing up on her like a puppy in the kitchen.”
“She didn’t complain.” Paulo flexed and spread, stood as if he owned the world, hands clenched into fists, hips thrust forward.
Silly man. Everyone knew cowboys were the ones who owned the world.
“How would you know? You were too busy looking at her boobs.” Josh bared his teeth, not backing down. In fact, he figured now was the time to throw a punch of his own. He missed by maybe a quarter of an inch.
Paulo rolled his eyes while dancing back, the look playful. “Uh-huh. Like we could have seen her under all those clothes.”
Josh grinned a little, in complete agreement about Cheri’s clothes. He hadn’t agreed with Paulo on anything in four years.
“She’s something else.” When Paulo said it, it came out “somet’in’”.
“She is. I want her.” He wanted Paulo too. He always had. Fucker had turned him down, which was like the elephant in the room, always there between them.
“Me too.” Paulo took a step closer to him, their chests slapping together.
“Well, you can’t have her.” He bumped a little in return, giving some aggression back.
“Watch me.” Paulo was a short little shit; one hand landed on Josh’s hip, helping Paulo stay balanced. “Hard as you are, I think you’d like that.”
Hope y'all enjoy!
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October 9, 2017
Crafting by Cardeno C.
Have a terrific week and find your happy.
CC
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October 7, 2017
Authors Reviewing Other Authors By S.C. Wynne
I know authors are people and they, of course, are readers too. I also know there might come the occasion when they want to review a book by their peers. Maybe even a book they didn't enjoy. My advice would be tread lightly.
Now before anyone gets upset and thinks I'm saying authors shouldn't be allowed to review other authors, that isn't what I'm saying. But I am saying with that "right" comes consequences.
If you think you can tear an authors work to shreds, and still keep a warm and fuzzy relationship with them, then you're probably smoking something pretty strong. Because authors are people too. And people have feelings. If you were invited to a dinner and you didn't like the food, you have every right to scream your disgust from the rooftops. But don't expect to be asked back. Don't kid yourself into thinking because you have the "right" to give your opinion it will be appreciated.
I'm always shocked by the short sightedness of some authors who feel the need to give negative reviews to other authors in their own genre. It can't help but smack of jealousy. And when they say "I usually love so and so's work." But the only review they ever bothered to post was the negative one, it makes you wonder why they didn't also post positive reviews about the books they loved? Couldn't we all use a little more positivity in this world?
Maybe some other authors don't see things the way I do. But I think it's human nature to dislike someone who treats you callously. I think the rare individual is the one who can have someone rip their book apart and then go hang out at GRL and have a grand ol' time. God bless those of you who can.
But my advice is maybe use an alias. If you absolutely think the world needs another mean review, please for the love of all that is holy, use a freaking alias, people! Then you can still be buddies with the people you back-stab.
S.C.
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October 6, 2017
New Release! by Felice Stevens
I've put it for a special release week price of $3.99 and it's also in Kindle Unlimited for three months, so I hope you give them a chance!
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October 4, 2017
What are you reading? by Riley Hart
What have you read lately that you want to recommend? What upcoming reads are you looking forward to?
October 3, 2017
Local urban legends by BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan
It's October. We could all use a little fun, so we scared up urban legends local to all of us!
BA Tortuga's Dallas area legend
So, the DFW area is chock-full of haunted shit. Seriously. Look it up. SO much fun. (I wanted to tell y'all the ghost children on the railroad tracks so bad, but that's San Antonio, so we'll have to come up with another reason to tell that one.)
My favorite Dallas spooky place? White Rock Lake.
OMG. The Lady of White Rock. She's been around forever, but the first written account of her was in 1943 by Anne Clark in "The Ghost of White Rock," from the Texas Folklore Society's 1943 publication, Backwoods to Border. It read:
One hot July night a young city couple, having driven out and parked on the shore of White Rock Lake, switched on the headlights of the car and saw a white figure approaching. As the figure came straight to the driver's window, they saw it was a young girl dressed in a sheer white dress that was dripping wet. She spoke in a somewhat faltering voice.
I'm sorry to intrude, and I would not under any other circumstances, but I must find a way home immediately. I was in a boat that overturned. The others are safe. But I must get home.
She climbed into the rumble seat, saying that she did not wish to get the young lady wet, and gave them an address in Oak Cliff, on the opposite side of Dallas. The young couple felt an uneasiness concerning their strange passenger, and as they neared the destination the girl, to avoid hunting the address, turned to the rumble seat to ask directions. The rumble seat was empty, but still wet.
After a brief, futile search for the girl in white, the couple went to the address she had given and were met at the door by a man whose face showed lines of worry. When he had heard the couple's story, the man replied in a troubled voice. "This is a very strange thing. You are the third couple who has come to me with this story. Three weeks ago, while sailing on White Rock Lake, my daughter was drowned."
Eee!
Tons of people have reported seeing her and even worse (better?), tons of people have drowned in the lake, including a plane crashing into the lake.
Now for the best part? THE GOATMAN! OMG!
THE GOATMAN HAS BEEN SIGHTED AT WHITE ROCK LAKE!!!
7 feet tall, hairy, huge horns.
THE FRIGGIN' GOATMAN, Y'ALL!
What more could you possibly need?
Kiernan Kelly
The Jersey Devil
Growing up in New Jersey, I heard lots of urban legends and ghost stories, but perhaps the most famous of them all is the story of the Jersey Devil. There’ve been several movie adaptations (none of them very good), but here’s how I always heard the story.
The Pine Barrens are located along the southern Jersey shore, just south of Toms River. They are exactly what they sound like – a long stretch of forest barren of anything but tall, skinny pine trees and brambly underbrush. Sometime in the mid-to-late 1700s, there lived a woman known to the locals as Mother Leeds, who made her home in a rickety shack in the Barrens. No one knew who Mother Leeds’s husband was, but most believed she was a witch who was wed to the devil, himself. In any case, Mother Leeds gave birth to twelve children, all of whom were born after long hours of bone-shattering labor. The twelfth child left her so weak, she barely survived. When she found herself pregnant with a thirteenth child, she cursed it, calling for the devil to take it.
Evidently, the devil heard and accepted her child as his own, because the child was born with bat wings, horns, and hooved feet. As soon as the baby was born, it attacked the midwife and tore her throat out, then flew up the chimney and out into the night.
Soon after, children began to go missing from nearby towns and farms. Often all that was found of them was a piece of bloodied clothing…and the print of hooved feet in the dirt.
Lots of people claim to have seen the Jersey Devil, and there are many theories seeking to explain the origin of the story. The most prevalent one is that sometime in the 1800’s, a family of squatters made a home deep in the Barrens, eking out a living by scratch farming and begging. Then the parents died, one after the other, either through an accident or illness, leaving their children to starve. The children went mad, and driven by desperation, began killing whoever they could catch and eating them. Thus a clan of interbred, mutated cannibals was born, and their descendants still live in the Barrens to this day.
Shiver.
Sean Michael
I grew up in Montreal, so I chose a ghost story from there.
This story harkens back to 1879.
One night, prostitutes Mary Gallagher and Susan Kennedy picked up a dock worker and took him home to Susan’s place where they drank three bottles of whiskey between them. Supposedly flying into a jealous rage when their customer showed Mary too much attention, Susan killed her and then cut her head off.
Police were called in by neighbours who heard a loud thud and the sounds of chopping and chiselling. When they arrived, the cops found Mary’s head by the stove and a blood-splattered Susan in her bed. Susan was convicted and sentenced to 16 years in jail.
Every seven years, on the night of June 26 – when Mary was murdered – crowds gather outside of what used to be 242 William St to watch for Mary’s ghost. They say she’s looking for her head. The next sighting is expected in 2019.
Julia Talbot
I thought about la Llorona, because she's a New Mexico staple, but I chose the Boy Scout ranch instead.
This paranormal story involves the Urraca Mesa in the Philmont Scout Ranch (owned by the Boy Scouts of America). The mesa is creepy for quite a few reasons. First, compasses don't work there. Second, it's been struck by lightening more than any other location in New Mexico. Third, it's widely believed to be a gateway to Hell by Navajo tradition.
According to Navajo beliefs, the mesa was once a battleground between humans and the supernatural forces of darkness. This violent battle opened up a portal to hell, and only certain protective cat totems stand in the way of it opening entirely.
Visitors of the area have seen strange creatures. They've also heard creepy voices, and they've even seen a floating blue light above the mesa.
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October 2, 2017
Ask CC (10.02.17) by Cardeno C.
QUESTION: Could you update us fans regularly on what you're working on? We'd love to anticipate future books of yours :D Thanks
CC: Yes, I need to be better about that! I actually have a place for it on my website but I take so long to write books that it seems like it languishes. I'll try to do better.
QUESTION: Some side characters should have their own story (I'll take novellas too :p) so I was thinking of Bill from Perfect Imperfections. Just find him someone as pervy as him hihihi.
CC: I don't have plans to write Bill a story but you're right, it'd be a hoot!
QUESTION: Do you have plans to write more in the Siphon series? If so, who will the next story involve and when would you expect it to be written/released?
CC: I do have plans to write more Siphon books. They will each be about a different couple. As for when ... not for a bit yet.
QUESTION: Hi. I just finished Smitty's Sheriff (glad to see Todd get his HEA). Will there be a HEA for DJ and a certain bar owner? Thanks!
CC: So glad you like Smitty's Sheriff! Yes, those characters will get their HEA. Eventually. ;)
QUESTION: Hello CC, A few days ago, I wanted to purchase one of your novels from Kobo books, where I have purchased several previous works. I was disappointed to find that most of your books appear only to be available on Amazon at this time. Amazon still advertises on Breitbart, so I will not be giving them any future book dollars. This also means I will not be giving you book dollars.
CC: I agree with you about those ads and I hope Amazon stops doing it. So many of us have written them but it's hard to influence such a large company. In the meantime, I have links on my website to where you can buy my books outside of Amazon if you're interested.
QUESTION: Hi, you've probably been asked this a million times. But will you write Jacks sorry from Not a Game?
CC: I will! I LOVED writing Jack and I look forward to visiting him again.
Have a terrific week!
CC
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September 30, 2017
New Release: Guarding My Heart by S.C. Wynne
I had a new release last week. Well, actually a new re-release. If that's a thing. I added over twenty thousand words and I completely rewrote the ending. It's even in Kindle Unlimited, which i usually only do with re-releases so far.
Here's the blurb:
Liam Carlington is a spoiled rich kid. He’s been acting out since his childhood love, Paul devastated him by marrying a woman. Liam drops out of college and is drinking and partying way too much. When his current bodyguard is injured in a bar fight, a new bodyguard replaces him.
His new protector, Scott Jackson is gorgeous, and tough. He’s back after a break from the job after losing a client. He’s attracted to his new charge, and Liam is aggressive about how much he would love to get Scott in bed. But Scott is worried Liam is just a using him for a sexual fling.
As the two men grow closer, it becomes obvious the threats against Liam's life are horribly real. Both men can't help but wonder if they'll even live long enough to figure out their feelings toward each other.
Hope you all enjoy the book. I'm working on the third Mpreg book right now in my Bodyguards and Babies series.
S.C.
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September 27, 2017
Up for the Challenge
ETHAN:
I'm not used to anyone having the upper hand over me, and in a single night, Sean Wright rescues me twice. That's why he intrigues me--why for the first time, I want another man. I'm used to getting what I want, and I don't plan to let anything stop me. Only...he continues to get the best of me, and it only makes me want him more. When I start to see Sean's not just good looks, hot sex, and constant competition, I realize I'm in over my head...and I might like it. He makes me laugh, and he understands the pain I feel over my past, a pain we share. Even more than that, somehow, Sean gets me, but I'm not going to lie and pretend that giving my heart doesn't scare me.
SEAN:
The night I rescued the presumably straight Ethan Harris...twice, I figured that would be the last time I saw him. However, he keeps finding his way back into my life and into my bed. Guess he wasn't as straight as I thought. Ethan's full of surprises, though, and being bi is just one of them. As cocky as he can be, he's also sharp and witty...and even when he's being his most arrogant self, he's charming as hell. He likes to win, but so do I. However, as we get to know each other, I realize there's more to us than the games we play in and out of the bedroom. It's a game neither of us have played before--one we could both wind up losing. And with our hearts on the line, the real question is, when push comes to shove, are we both up for the challenge?
