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August 8, 2013
Christi Snow's The Shadow of Mudflap Released, Proceeds For Charity!
Christi Snow's latest novel The Shadow of Mudflap (A Foxtrot Team Novel) released Wednesday, August 7, 2013!
I have to tell you all about this book. It was a project I was asked to edit, and it's a fun, fast-paced read that will tug your tummy and warm the edge of your seat. Plus with proceeds going to The American Red Cross, it's nice to know your purchase makes a difference.
Best-selling author Christi Snow has teamed up with radio personality M.F. Smith to pen this heart-pounding adventure featuring romance, super spies and college football! What's even better is all proceeds will benefit the Lubbock, TX Chapter of The American Red Cross!
The Shadow of Mudflap (A Foxtrot Team Novel)
I have to tell you all about this book. It was a project I was asked to edit, and it's a fun, fast-paced read that will tug your tummy and warm the edge of your seat. Plus with proceeds going to The American Red Cross, it's nice to know your purchase makes a difference.
Best-selling author Christi Snow has teamed up with radio personality M.F. Smith to pen this heart-pounding adventure featuring romance, super spies and college football! What's even better is all proceeds will benefit the Lubbock, TX Chapter of The American Red Cross!
The Shadow of Mudflap (A Foxtrot Team Novel)
To us, first responders are heroes.
But for them, risking their lives is a normal, everyday thing.
Mudflap:
Born the baby of the family, Mudflap has always had something to prove to emerge out of the shadows of his older siblings. He spent eight years as a Special Ops elite sniper and is now a firefighter. But at his heart, he’s just a normal West Texas good old boy who loves his beer, women and football, until the Department of Defense calls him up to say they need his skills again.
Shanae:
Shanae is a first responder of a different sort. She’s a trauma nurse who works on a medical evacuation helicopter team. But while she lives a life full of adrenaline every day, it’s just a cover for her real life, where she hides in the shadows and is secret agent, Shadowfox for the Lubbock Foxtrot Team (LiFT). She’s living the kind of life that most people think exists only in movies and books.
Working for two different branches of the government, Mudflap and Shanae are in a race against time and the terrorists who threaten the very heart of West Texas life, football. They’re working toward the same goal, but find themselves in a confrontation against each other and the lies they’ve each had to hide behind. Can love win out in the end or will the cost be each other and their very lives?
First responders are heroes every day, but this story tells the tale of when they become even more and find love along the way. The key is for them to stay alive so that they can complete their mission and just maybe live happily ever after.
On an ordinary day, they save lives. On an extraordinary day, they save the country.
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But for them, risking their lives is a normal, everyday thing.
Mudflap:
Born the baby of the family, Mudflap has always had something to prove to emerge out of the shadows of his older siblings. He spent eight years as a Special Ops elite sniper and is now a firefighter. But at his heart, he’s just a normal West Texas good old boy who loves his beer, women and football, until the Department of Defense calls him up to say they need his skills again.
Shanae:
Shanae is a first responder of a different sort. She’s a trauma nurse who works on a medical evacuation helicopter team. But while she lives a life full of adrenaline every day, it’s just a cover for her real life, where she hides in the shadows and is secret agent, Shadowfox for the Lubbock Foxtrot Team (LiFT). She’s living the kind of life that most people think exists only in movies and books.
Working for two different branches of the government, Mudflap and Shanae are in a race against time and the terrorists who threaten the very heart of West Texas life, football. They’re working toward the same goal, but find themselves in a confrontation against each other and the lies they’ve each had to hide behind. Can love win out in the end or will the cost be each other and their very lives?
First responders are heroes every day, but this story tells the tale of when they become even more and find love along the way. The key is for them to stay alive so that they can complete their mission and just maybe live happily ever after.
On an ordinary day, they save lives. On an extraordinary day, they save the country.
Buy Links (remember, your purchase is making a difference!)
Amazon (Print and e-book)
Barnes & Noble (Print and e-book)
iTunes (e-book)
ARE (e-book)
Kobo
Smashwords
June 8, 2013
Cover Reveal! Spy Games: Endgame By Mia Downing
OOH, it's finally here!!!
What, you ask?
Why, my cover for Spy Games: Endgame, to be released by The Wild Rose Press very soon!
It was created by the incomparable Diana Carlile (check out her blog for more cover goodness: Designing Diana)
But first, a quick excerpt to get you in the mood. This is a bit from when Aaron decides to entice Charlotte to a game of five minutes in the very dark closet. He wants a chance to melt her panties, so she throws caution to the wind and sets her timer on her phone for five minutes. It's technically their third kiss (The first at Jake's wedding, second in Aaron's foyer when she unties him) but this is by far and beyond the hottest one yet!
The closet scene from Spy Games: Endgame by Mia Downing
“Kiss me,” Aaron commanded, his voice firm yet deceptively soft, his breath hot on her lips.
Charlotte shivered slightly, not expecting to hear this voice at all. It stoked a fire deeper inside, beckoned to a need just as dormant as desire had been. She leaned and was rewarded with his hot mouth slanting over hers. It was quick, almost chaste.
But he found her lips and kissed her again, quickly squelching any thoughts that he was done. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, exploring the top, the bottom of her lip. His hands never left her hair, though, his fingers madly gentle against her scalp, massaging. When she tried to slip her tongue between his lips, he tugged her hair, breaking their kiss.
“Not yet,” he whispered, kissing just below each eye.
“Seconds are ticking,” she whispered back, annoyed.
“Wait,” he demanded, and she felt his lips smiling against the skin of her cheek.
Wait…
He kissed her lips again, a little harder, a little longer, massaging, teeth biting her bottom lip. Her breathing quickened and desire began to bubble, like a pot waiting to boil. Then his tongue finally ventured between her lips, and a shock of pleasure rocked through her at light speed. The moan that escaped shocked her. He drew her closer, his fingers wrapping tighter into her hair, deepening the kiss, tongue thrusting against hers.
The air stirred, his mouth still on hers as he straddled her legs. His firm thighs imprisoned hers, his ass pressing gently to her lap. There was still no contact from his chest, just his thighs, his hands in her hair. He was able to bear down on her mouth a bit in this position, his tongue hotter, more insistent, demanding.
Oh, yes, this was what she needed, and she gave into the desire, allowing it free rein in places it hadn’t tread in a long time. She reached out, her fingers spanning his hard, smooth chest, and he grabbed her wrist.
He lifted his mouth from hers. “No touching.”
“I said outside the clothes. Not my fault you don’t have a shirt.”
“My game now. No touching.” He took both of her hands in his and pressed them each at the side of her head, against the shelf. His lips found her cheek in the darkness, and he slid them over to crush against hers again, his tongue easing in, tangling.
She struggled a bit, and he held her harder, kissed her firmer. Desire flamed, and the bubbling inside her stomach morphed to full boiled lust. She wiggled her legs and bent one knee, her thigh coming in contact with his ass, so firm. If she raised higher, she might come in contact with—
The timer dinged.
No! She swallowed, frantic.
Aaron raised his mouth from hers, his breath ragged, matching hers. “Well? Panties melted?”
Hell, yes. “Maybe you should check.”
So here it is, my cover for Spy Games: Endgame.
Yay! What do you guys think? I love it. It's got danger and suspense, plus that back is too sexy! Thank you so much, Diana!
March 20, 2013
Three Book Boyfriends (Spy Games)... Which Will You Choose?
All female readers have a book boyfriend, even if they don't admit to it. He's that special someone that steals your heart from page one and you hate him just a little for hooking up with his true love because damn it, it should be YOU! And guys, before you gag down the bile at the thought of a book boyfriend, I'll post Spy Games book girlfriends (complete with an obligatory sex bunny) for you in the next post.
The three heroes from my Spy Games series are very different despite two of them being brothers. Chase Sanders is Jake Anderson's boss and best friend, and the two are as different as night and day. The two together are a lethal combination destined to make any girl swoon! Jake's youngest brother, Aaron, has a warped sense of humor and is eye candy in his own right. I've already had fans battling about Team Chase vs. Team Jake. Now we have to see if Aaron is man enough to stage a coup attempt on the boys, or if he'll be content to hold his own when Endgame releases in spring of 2012.
Here are the prompts:
Hair color and style: I personally gravitate to dark-haired heroes, since I'm strawberry blonde, but each of the Spy Games heroes have something different to offer the ladies! Chase Sanders is the spy boss and he's sporting short, jet-black hair he likes to spike. When he first meets Kate, he's undercover so he's got a touch of gray to make him look older. Agent Jake Anderson is a blond and wears his hair a little longer in the front, shorter in the back. He's not afraid to mix things up with a disguise of facial hair, either. Jake's brother, actor Aaron Anderson, looks enough like Jake to be his twin but has darker brown hair. In the start of Endgame, Aaron has shoulder-length hair since he just got off doing a medieval set movie.
Eye color and facial features: I love dimples! Chase sports one in is right cheek and he knows just how to use it to make the ladies melt. He's a little too pretty to be a spy, and unfortunately, his good looks have the ladies (and some men) remembering him easily. Both Jake and Aaron have blue eyes and rugged features, and both can blend with the crowd or stand out as needed. I love stubble and a strong jaw, but sometimes they do have to shave for work.
Height and body type: I have a secret--I'm tall, and I like my men tall, too. It's easier for me to visualize my heroes in delicious positions with me...er...their heroine, so I tend to make her tall, too. Chase and Aaron are both 6' 1" and are muscular but lean. Jake is 6' and built like a football player, with lots of muscle. Of the three, Aaron is a little unique. He's had to wax his chest hair for the last movie, so he's model bare! None of them have tattoos. Chase and Jake are afraid of needles, and Aaron's agent would have a fit.
Visible age: The guys are all in their 30's, with Aaron and Chase at 31/32, and Jake is 35. Personally, I like older men and plan to write older at some point.
Bangability? Kinky? Bi? Etc?: Oh hell, yes to all! The guys are all kinky devils! Chase is probably the darkest in bed--very dominant, a little sadistic, a whole lot of kinky. Jake loves role-play and is into kink big-time, but he likes to have fun, too. He runs on the dominant side but didn't seem to mind when Tia tied him up once. Jake and Chase are more than happy to team up for a night of m/f/m pleasure. I also think Jake would go bi for Chase, but respects his best friend's issues. Aaron is new to the sex scene. He was on a fast track to priesthood until he realized it wasn't his calling, so he has a lot to learn to catch up to his brother's legendary status. But he's more than eager to be whatever Charlotte needs him to be--submissive, dominant or kinky.
Interests: The spy boys have many interests. Both Chase and Jake speak several languages for their job. Both are into guns (Chase more so, he collects them) and love trucks. Chase has a '65 Ford Mustang Shelby in candy apple red with black stripes. Jake is an avid reader, which is a good thing since he logs so many hours on a plane. Aaron loves to research things on the Internet and is a bit of a geek. He definitely likes to read and he has an antique car that needs restoring. Since he was once in the seminary, Aaron believes in volunteer work and spent time in Haiti.
Human or Alien or Shifter?: They're all human, every inch of them. They'd be happy to prove it, too!
Paranormal skills: Not these guys!
Natural habitat:Unfortunately, Chase's habitat is behind a desk at headquarters, but he'd rather spend it on the shooting range, running or in the water. Jake gets to travel a lot, so he spends a lot of time on a plane, but his favorite place to be is on horseback, riding his beloved horses. Aaron's acting job keeps him on location. He spent the last film in England, filming at a castle, but he loved the on-location shots for his spy film the best.
Special skills: The guys are very handy! Chase was a sniper in the service and Jake was a fighter pilot. Both can wire bombs (though it's not Jake's strong suit) and rig up secret things a spy might need. Jake grew up on a ranch and can rope cattle with the best of them. Aaron also grew up on the ranch and can ride, but prefers a dirt bike. He also competed in archery through college, falling just short in the Olympic trials.
And the obligatory Man Candy:
If you haven't met him, this is David LeBare! He's very talented as a model and dancer, very handsome and very nice! The picture is from his facebook page (you can see the photographer's credit on the photo) so I don't own it. But I love the dark hair and eyes, the devilish smile, and MAN, what's not to love about those abs!
What do you like in a book boyfriend? I'd love to know!
The three heroes from my Spy Games series are very different despite two of them being brothers. Chase Sanders is Jake Anderson's boss and best friend, and the two are as different as night and day. The two together are a lethal combination destined to make any girl swoon! Jake's youngest brother, Aaron, has a warped sense of humor and is eye candy in his own right. I've already had fans battling about Team Chase vs. Team Jake. Now we have to see if Aaron is man enough to stage a coup attempt on the boys, or if he'll be content to hold his own when Endgame releases in spring of 2012.
Here are the prompts:
Hair color and style: I personally gravitate to dark-haired heroes, since I'm strawberry blonde, but each of the Spy Games heroes have something different to offer the ladies! Chase Sanders is the spy boss and he's sporting short, jet-black hair he likes to spike. When he first meets Kate, he's undercover so he's got a touch of gray to make him look older. Agent Jake Anderson is a blond and wears his hair a little longer in the front, shorter in the back. He's not afraid to mix things up with a disguise of facial hair, either. Jake's brother, actor Aaron Anderson, looks enough like Jake to be his twin but has darker brown hair. In the start of Endgame, Aaron has shoulder-length hair since he just got off doing a medieval set movie.
Eye color and facial features: I love dimples! Chase sports one in is right cheek and he knows just how to use it to make the ladies melt. He's a little too pretty to be a spy, and unfortunately, his good looks have the ladies (and some men) remembering him easily. Both Jake and Aaron have blue eyes and rugged features, and both can blend with the crowd or stand out as needed. I love stubble and a strong jaw, but sometimes they do have to shave for work.
Height and body type: I have a secret--I'm tall, and I like my men tall, too. It's easier for me to visualize my heroes in delicious positions with me...er...their heroine, so I tend to make her tall, too. Chase and Aaron are both 6' 1" and are muscular but lean. Jake is 6' and built like a football player, with lots of muscle. Of the three, Aaron is a little unique. He's had to wax his chest hair for the last movie, so he's model bare! None of them have tattoos. Chase and Jake are afraid of needles, and Aaron's agent would have a fit.
Visible age: The guys are all in their 30's, with Aaron and Chase at 31/32, and Jake is 35. Personally, I like older men and plan to write older at some point.
Bangability? Kinky? Bi? Etc?: Oh hell, yes to all! The guys are all kinky devils! Chase is probably the darkest in bed--very dominant, a little sadistic, a whole lot of kinky. Jake loves role-play and is into kink big-time, but he likes to have fun, too. He runs on the dominant side but didn't seem to mind when Tia tied him up once. Jake and Chase are more than happy to team up for a night of m/f/m pleasure. I also think Jake would go bi for Chase, but respects his best friend's issues. Aaron is new to the sex scene. He was on a fast track to priesthood until he realized it wasn't his calling, so he has a lot to learn to catch up to his brother's legendary status. But he's more than eager to be whatever Charlotte needs him to be--submissive, dominant or kinky.
Interests: The spy boys have many interests. Both Chase and Jake speak several languages for their job. Both are into guns (Chase more so, he collects them) and love trucks. Chase has a '65 Ford Mustang Shelby in candy apple red with black stripes. Jake is an avid reader, which is a good thing since he logs so many hours on a plane. Aaron loves to research things on the Internet and is a bit of a geek. He definitely likes to read and he has an antique car that needs restoring. Since he was once in the seminary, Aaron believes in volunteer work and spent time in Haiti.
Human or Alien or Shifter?: They're all human, every inch of them. They'd be happy to prove it, too!
Paranormal skills: Not these guys!
Natural habitat:Unfortunately, Chase's habitat is behind a desk at headquarters, but he'd rather spend it on the shooting range, running or in the water. Jake gets to travel a lot, so he spends a lot of time on a plane, but his favorite place to be is on horseback, riding his beloved horses. Aaron's acting job keeps him on location. He spent the last film in England, filming at a castle, but he loved the on-location shots for his spy film the best.
Special skills: The guys are very handy! Chase was a sniper in the service and Jake was a fighter pilot. Both can wire bombs (though it's not Jake's strong suit) and rig up secret things a spy might need. Jake grew up on a ranch and can rope cattle with the best of them. Aaron also grew up on the ranch and can ride, but prefers a dirt bike. He also competed in archery through college, falling just short in the Olympic trials.
And the obligatory Man Candy:
If you haven't met him, this is David LeBare! He's very talented as a model and dancer, very handsome and very nice! The picture is from his facebook page (you can see the photographer's credit on the photo) so I don't own it. But I love the dark hair and eyes, the devilish smile, and MAN, what's not to love about those abs!
What do you like in a book boyfriend? I'd love to know!
February 22, 2013
Just Ask Official Release Day! Available in all Formats.
Happy Release Day!
Just Ask, my m/m contemporary erotic romance, is now available in all formats at The Wild Rose Press!
The Wilder Roses (Erotic catalog for The Wild Rose Press)
This was a fun book to write. It was actually my first m/m though it didn't release first. I had been asked to write something to fill a spot in a series. I wrote, my editor asked my progress, I informed her it was at 18,000 words. She said, "Good! Wrap it up."
Uh...this wasn't an 18,000 word book, nor was it a 20,000 word book. Somehow, how long she needed for the series had been overlooked in the discussion. So I quickly wrote Ripped and submitted that (still over the required 20,000 words by 2K.)
When I had the idea, I had wanted something I felt comfortable writing about, but I wanted my first hero, Jordan, to be in a position he was uncomfortable with, hence he ended up on a horse. The island setting is purely fictitious but definitely my ideal for paradise.
So, enough about that. Here's the blurb, and I'll do an excerpt so you can get a taste of what you're getting. Enjoy!
When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This title contains: explicit language, anal sex, light D/s, and M/M.
Digital ISBN: 978-1-61217-749-6
Excerpt:
"Then come for five-thirty, dress casual."
There was something biting in Ryan's voice that said if Jordan wore a suit, he was slamming the door in his face. "How casual?"
"Hawaiian print shirt and khaki shorts. Sandals or flip-flops. It's too hot for jeans." Ryan's lips curved into the hint of a naughty smile. "They sell those at the resort shop, too."
"Any certain color for the shirt, or will you allow me to choose that?" Smart ass, tossing the gauntlet like that, assuming he didn't own casual clothes.
A quick mental tour through the suitcase told Jordan that he didn't, which pissed him off. He had stuff for the gym, a swim suit, casual slacks, suits. Which meant another trip to the hell that was the resort shop.
Ryan's gaze thoughtfully slid down and then up Jordan's frame. Jordan's skin heated with a tingle that had nothing to do with the humidity. He shifted, appalled that his cock would stir even just a little as Ryan's perusal ended at his mouth, hesitating there for a nanosecond that Jordan surely read wrong. But stir his dick did, his body obviously okay with being checked out.
Ryan cocked his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Blue. Or Green."
"And if they don't carry one?"
"You're coming to talk to me about selling your portion of the island. It would be wise to humor me if you want me to listen to what you have to say. I can make this deal sit in court for years and years, so if I want you to show up naked, I suggest you do." Ryan's tone was soft, but his eyes glinted with blue steel.
Jordan couldn't remember the last time he'd been given an ultimatum, so this was another fucking first.
The sizzle of anger paled in comparison to the jolt of desire singing along his nerves, one that joined with the fierce need to run right out and buy that blue shirt and khaki shorts.
Just Ask, my m/m contemporary erotic romance, is now available in all formats at The Wild Rose Press!
The Wilder Roses (Erotic catalog for The Wild Rose Press)
This was a fun book to write. It was actually my first m/m though it didn't release first. I had been asked to write something to fill a spot in a series. I wrote, my editor asked my progress, I informed her it was at 18,000 words. She said, "Good! Wrap it up."
Uh...this wasn't an 18,000 word book, nor was it a 20,000 word book. Somehow, how long she needed for the series had been overlooked in the discussion. So I quickly wrote Ripped and submitted that (still over the required 20,000 words by 2K.)
When I had the idea, I had wanted something I felt comfortable writing about, but I wanted my first hero, Jordan, to be in a position he was uncomfortable with, hence he ended up on a horse. The island setting is purely fictitious but definitely my ideal for paradise.
So, enough about that. Here's the blurb, and I'll do an excerpt so you can get a taste of what you're getting. Enjoy!
When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This title contains: explicit language, anal sex, light D/s, and M/M.
Digital ISBN: 978-1-61217-749-6
Excerpt:
"Then come for five-thirty, dress casual."
There was something biting in Ryan's voice that said if Jordan wore a suit, he was slamming the door in his face. "How casual?"
"Hawaiian print shirt and khaki shorts. Sandals or flip-flops. It's too hot for jeans." Ryan's lips curved into the hint of a naughty smile. "They sell those at the resort shop, too."
"Any certain color for the shirt, or will you allow me to choose that?" Smart ass, tossing the gauntlet like that, assuming he didn't own casual clothes.
A quick mental tour through the suitcase told Jordan that he didn't, which pissed him off. He had stuff for the gym, a swim suit, casual slacks, suits. Which meant another trip to the hell that was the resort shop.
Ryan's gaze thoughtfully slid down and then up Jordan's frame. Jordan's skin heated with a tingle that had nothing to do with the humidity. He shifted, appalled that his cock would stir even just a little as Ryan's perusal ended at his mouth, hesitating there for a nanosecond that Jordan surely read wrong. But stir his dick did, his body obviously okay with being checked out.
Ryan cocked his head, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Blue. Or Green."
"And if they don't carry one?"
"You're coming to talk to me about selling your portion of the island. It would be wise to humor me if you want me to listen to what you have to say. I can make this deal sit in court for years and years, so if I want you to show up naked, I suggest you do." Ryan's tone was soft, but his eyes glinted with blue steel.
Jordan couldn't remember the last time he'd been given an ultimatum, so this was another fucking first.
The sizzle of anger paled in comparison to the jolt of desire singing along his nerves, one that joined with the fierce need to run right out and buy that blue shirt and khaki shorts.
December 13, 2012
Just Ask! Free through 12/16 And Blog Hop!
Just Ask (m/m, Gay for You) is free now through 12/16 on Amazon
Just Ask has been in the Gay and Lesbian top 100 books since its release, and most of that was spent at the top of the chart! If you haven't tried m/m but would like to, this is a great book to read to get your m/m V-card stamped!
And thee's a Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop over on my blog!
Click here to win stuff!
Just Ask Blurb!
When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains explicit language, hot m/m lovin', light kink, two gorgeous guys, horses, and an impending insurance nightmare of a volcano. Enjoy!
Just Ask has been in the Gay and Lesbian top 100 books since its release, and most of that was spent at the top of the chart! If you haven't tried m/m but would like to, this is a great book to read to get your m/m V-card stamped!
And thee's a Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop over on my blog!
Click here to win stuff!
Just Ask Blurb!
When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains explicit language, hot m/m lovin', light kink, two gorgeous guys, horses, and an impending insurance nightmare of a volcano. Enjoy!
December 10, 2012
First Impressions Six Sentence Sunday from Lethal Limits
I'm doing six sentences from Lethal Limits this week! Secret agent Jake Anderson has just been informed he's getting a new partner by his boss and best friend, Chase. Unfortunately, the person who walks through the door is the last person he expects to be working with! I don't think she's too happy, either...
Six Sentences from Spy Games: Lethal Limits
“I don’t want a new partner.”
Tia walked in, so beautifully exotic, even in casual wear, her dark hair tumbling down around her face, her shoulders. And suddenly in his mind, she was in black crotchless panties, a bra, and thigh-high stockings again.
Jake sucked in a breath, and the fact that air came though his mouth meant he wasn’t gagged and bound to her bed, she wasn’t hot for him, and this wasn’t Paris.
Chase beckoned to Tia, who had frozen in the doorway. “Jake, meet your new work wife, Tia Richards.”
Buy Link:amazon
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December 6, 2012
New Blog Post!
Since this blog post is definitely over 18, and I don't want that popping up on readers' feed stream unwanted, you need to go to the main blog to read and comment. It's about Backdoor Lovin' and what readers think of it.
Enjoy!
Mia's blog
Enjoy!
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November 22, 2012
Black Friday Blog Feast! No Turkey Involved.
Welcome to the Black Friday Blog Hop!
I hate Black Friday. I don't shop to begin with, so going out into a crowded store at midnight or even in daylight is beyond my comprehension. But if you're here, maybe you feel the same way! Why not get a little something special right here in the comfort of your home (or wherever you're hanging.)
All this talk of shopping makes me wonder if my characters like to shop. From the Spy Games Series: Kate Wells was raised in a very sheltered household by her crazy scientist father, so she is fascinated with the super centers and dollar stores. Chase Sanders likes to shop for guns and that's about it. Tia Richards loves sparkly things, and her hero, Jake, takes her on a special shopping trip or two. In Just Ask, my m/m, Ryan and Jordan shop at the Fiji market and pick up local fruits, fish and presents for Jordan to take home. However, I don't think any of them would dare go out on Black Friday!
So on to the good stuff!!!!!
We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $75 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! (USA only)
My prize: $10 Amazon Gift card and an e-copy of Just Ask, my newest m/m, or Exceeding Boundaries, (m/f.)
To enter: Leave a comment on Mia's Main Blog and your email! You can tell me if you love Black Friday and your holiday shopping is done, or if you hates it, Precious.
Good luck!
November 15, 2012
Just Ask Released on Amazon!
Just Ask was released on Amazon today!
To celebrate (and to include those that don't have a Kindle) I'm giving away 2 copies. Just leave a comment on the blog. I'll PM you for your email to keep it private.
Buy Link!
Even Kermit is excited, and it's exactly how I feel about this book coming out. I told myself I wasn't excited. I told myself it wasn't a big deal, but DANG, it's like Christmas crept up and bopped me on the head!
Blurb: When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains explicit language, hot m/m lovin', light kink, two gorgeous guys, horses, and an impending insurance nightmare of a volcano. Enjoy!
Because the "Look Inside" aspect of Amazon doesn't seem to have loaded yet, I'm posting the beginning of the first chapter for your enjoyment! Please forgive if I didn't break paragraphs up in the right spots for this--it came out all lumped.
Beginning of the first chapter for Just Ask...
This was a huge day of firsts for Jordan Hill and, for a man who had his shit together in an iron clad way, it was unnerving. First time on a horse—the beast swaying underneath him—being surrounded by fresh air and way too much early morning sunshine. The jungle and horse noises were loud, the moist, tropical heat oppressive until the breeze from the nearby Pacific Ocean kicked in.
The world around him smelled earthy from the overnight rainstorm, and everything was so green and vibrant, lush, so unlike Manhattan in late January. That concrete jungle he knew well and loved seemed boring and dim after this onslaught to his senses. For a guy with his shit together, it was almost too much.
Fuck you for dragging me here, Blake.
It was rude to curse the dead, but his half-uncle Blake was probably laughing his ass off right now on cloud nine. Jordan was here, for Blake, suffering the onslaught of firsts, trying not to break under the grief, struggling under the uneven mental footing, the world here on Bendura opposite of his safe one in New York.
But he would do anything for Blake and would do whatever his last wishes decreed, even if it meant traveling half way around the world to dispose of his ashes. Blake had purchased Bendura Island out of college with the money he’d inherited when his parents—Jordan’s grandmother and step-grandfather—had tragically died in a car accident.
A big time first, disposing of a loved one. Only his stupid asshole uncle hadn’t given specifications on that. He’d left a video will, and he’d jokingly said, “Dude, you’ll know where when you see it.” Great. That meant Jordan had to roam the island, looking for God knew what.
It pissed Jordan off. Fuck Blake for up and dying on him way too early. He wasn’t the usual half-uncle, being two years his senior and more of a brother. Blake should be here, exploring with him, laughing, joking. But instead, Jordan had a box of ashes, overwhelming grief, and half ownership of an island that he couldn’t convince himself to keep, even for Blake.
The hotel resort was also his, left to him in the will. And he had not a clue what to do with it all. Sell it, definitely. There was no way he could stick to Blake’s vision and do the place justice. Jordan’s calling was in buying companies and selling at a profit, taking broken, bleeding investments and nurturing them so he could pick them apart and sell the shiny pieces to the highest bidder.
There was a mention of a business partner, Ryan McCale, one he was to contact while here. But Jordan’s first order of business was to scout out where to deliver Blake’s ashes to rest. Hence the brown beast bobbing about between his legs.
He was one of five riders on this island excursion, joined by a family called the Murphys who had sort of adopted him the moment he landed at the resort hotel. Nice people with two older kids, not quite teens but old enough not to be annoying as all hell. Two guides rounded out the tour number, an attractive blonde in her early twenties who kept watch at the rear of the group from her spotted horse and a guy who led them all, probably near Jordan’s age, almost thirty.
Jordan rode immediately behind the head guide, a tall, nameless cowboy-type he’d expect to see in a desert with cactus and tumble weeds. Lean and powerful, he commanded the horse he rode with an iron fist on the reins. The blatant dominance radiating from his hard frame was a good thing, because the golden monster he rode was touched by the hand of Satan himself, probably weaned on the blood of demons.
Despite the rocky start when Jordan’s horse decided to eat a tree instead of following along, it seemed to be patient and not at all interested in the golden horse’s antics. He thought it because he couldn’t tell if the horse was a boy or a girl with a name like Brownie, and Jordan wasn’t checking for equipment.
But Jordan was relaxed in the saddle, liking the sway of his horse’s back as it meandered along the trail, the jungle vegetation giving way to breathtaking beach views before it sprouted up again—wild, spiny, and pokey all at the same time.
“Easy, boy,” Cowboy commanded, that deep drawl sending surprising, tingling fits along Jordan’s spine. Maybe the sensation stemmed from anticipation. Whenever Cowboy said something like that, the golden beast exploded in a fit of hooves and snorts.
Jordan glanced up, through his horse’s brown ears—hence the name, Brownie—and acknowledged another first of the trip. The cowboy in front of him intrigued Jordan in a way that left him uneasy and way too aware of everything the man did.
Jordan looked at men all the time, to assess how much they were worth, what they brought to the table, and then to calculate exactly what it would take to get whatever he wanted. This was the first time Jordan watched a man and thought maybe, just maybe, this guy had something he was missing and no amount of calculating would get it.
The cowboy sat his horse like a professional, not that Jordan would know how a professional cowboy would sit. It made him uneasy and…weirdly warm…to watch his ass grind in the saddle, encased in jeans, worn and faded, unlike Jordan’s stiff dark-blue ones. A red bandanna hung out of the left pocket, waving like a flag that zeroed his attention back to the denim. Yep, Cowboy’s ass had logged as many miles in the saddle as Jordan had in his private jet. He’d bet half an island on it.
In his defense, where the fuck was he supposed to look? The man and horse were in front of him, for Pete’s sake, that golden demon so evil Jordan feared Brownie would join in and there’d be mutiny.
But still, the obsession made Jordan calculate how long it’d been since he’d gotten laid. Way too long, which was why a perfectly straight man would look at another man’s ass. It was that or too much fucking fresh air. Or grief.
Cowboy turned and flashed him a grin filled with even white teeth, a stark contrast to the deep tan of his face. He wore a baseball hat—a team Jordan hated—his shoulder length brown hair flowing from underneath, his neck protected from the sun. He was good-looking for a guy, clean-shaven with an intelligent gaze that scanned over Jordan’s head, his deep-blue eyes taking in the status of the rest of the group. He’d done this several times throughout the ride, but his blue eyes always rested on Jordan afterward, making him feel like he was the only one on that ride.
“How are you doin’,” Cowboy asked him in that deep Texas drawl of his, his piercing gaze sliding over Jordan’s form in a practiced scan, as if assessing his stability in the saddle. His gloved hand rested on the back of the saddle, a move Jordan considered brave, even for a professional.
“Good, thanks,” Jordan said, wishing he’d caught Cowboy’s name during introductions, but his mind had wandered off into business mode, calculating what horses had to cost in feed. That was a first, because his mind never wandered off, not when he had this much responsibility looming over him, so many decisions.
It had to be this avalanche of firsts tumbling down on him since arriving yesterday in Bendura. His first time on an island resort, first time on a real vacation, first time having to purchase his own damned jeans and boots to ride the damned horse.
Cowboy’s eyes hit on those boots, still properly positioned in the stirrups. “You might want to get your heel down a bit, out of Brownie’s side. Might be hard in new boots, though.”
“Do they break in?” He shoved on his heel, trying to get it down like Cowboy’s. It wasn’t working.
“Eventually.” Cowboy grinned. “They don’t sell the good ones at the resort boutique, though. You have to order those from the States.”
Yeah, he was going to run right out and buy good boots tomorrow. It was bad enough he had to shop for this outfit. He, Jordan Hill, head of a business empire, did not buy jeans and boots with pointy toes that could squish cockroaches into corners. But he’d needed them to go on the fucking trail ride. The part of him in touch with Blake’s ghost called him a snob, and that pissed him the fuck off, to be chastised by a ghost.
He was rich. People did this shit for him. But the whisper of Blake’s ghost reminded him Blake was just as rich and managed to remain human. Fuck him. Jordan snorted and the horse beneath him tossed his head, as if in agreement.
That’s right. Fuck you, Blake.
He tried to get his parents to come on this adventure, but they wouldn’t. His dad wasn’t well at the moment, and his mom was too stressed. His sister couldn’t get the time off from work, and his friend, Samantha, was swamped, too. So he was here, alone, wishing he hated every minute of it.
Cowboy turned back to him again, his grin encouraging. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“You have a captive audience. It’s either enjoy myself or walk back.” Jordan winced, because he knew he sounded like a dick. Total asshole. He couldn’t help it. Grief seemed to do that to him.
“People itching to walk back don’t smile at their horses,” Cowboy observed.
Was he smiling? Maybe. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled or laughed or instigated doing anything fun. His life was a dark black hole since Blake died three weeks ago.
“I’m glad Brownie isn’t contemplating mutiny with your horse.”
Cowboy belted out a deep, rolling laugh that echoed down to Jordan’s toes, one that drew warmth up his legs, covering him in a flush of something foreign. “Trigger is new to the island. It may take him a bit to get used to the flora and fauna here.”
“Where did he come from?”
“Texas. I have my brother ship horses when I need them.” Cowboy reined in the fractious Trigger and leaned over to lift a branch with a gloved hand so the beast could pass by without another smack. “Your horse won’t mind. He’s a seasoned pro.”
Ha! Brownie was a boy. “I didn’t catch your name earlier. I’m Jordan.”
“Ryan.” The gold horse exploded in a flash of hooves again, and Ryan’s hands were full.
Jordan sucked in a deep breath and swallowed a bug.
Ryan. Ryan McCale? Blake’s business partner?
“Easy, boy,” Ryan murmured.
Jordan wondered if Ryan said it to the horse or him as he coughed the bug back up. He narrowed his gaze on Ryan’s back. Cowboy didn’t seem to recognize his name, but a sneaking suspicion told him he’d found his new, short-term business partner completely by accident.
To celebrate (and to include those that don't have a Kindle) I'm giving away 2 copies. Just leave a comment on the blog. I'll PM you for your email to keep it private.
Buy Link!
Even Kermit is excited, and it's exactly how I feel about this book coming out. I told myself I wasn't excited. I told myself it wasn't a big deal, but DANG, it's like Christmas crept up and bopped me on the head!
Blurb: When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.
For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.
This book is an erotic romance. It contains explicit language, hot m/m lovin', light kink, two gorgeous guys, horses, and an impending insurance nightmare of a volcano. Enjoy!
Because the "Look Inside" aspect of Amazon doesn't seem to have loaded yet, I'm posting the beginning of the first chapter for your enjoyment! Please forgive if I didn't break paragraphs up in the right spots for this--it came out all lumped.
Beginning of the first chapter for Just Ask...
This was a huge day of firsts for Jordan Hill and, for a man who had his shit together in an iron clad way, it was unnerving. First time on a horse—the beast swaying underneath him—being surrounded by fresh air and way too much early morning sunshine. The jungle and horse noises were loud, the moist, tropical heat oppressive until the breeze from the nearby Pacific Ocean kicked in.
The world around him smelled earthy from the overnight rainstorm, and everything was so green and vibrant, lush, so unlike Manhattan in late January. That concrete jungle he knew well and loved seemed boring and dim after this onslaught to his senses. For a guy with his shit together, it was almost too much.
Fuck you for dragging me here, Blake.
It was rude to curse the dead, but his half-uncle Blake was probably laughing his ass off right now on cloud nine. Jordan was here, for Blake, suffering the onslaught of firsts, trying not to break under the grief, struggling under the uneven mental footing, the world here on Bendura opposite of his safe one in New York.
But he would do anything for Blake and would do whatever his last wishes decreed, even if it meant traveling half way around the world to dispose of his ashes. Blake had purchased Bendura Island out of college with the money he’d inherited when his parents—Jordan’s grandmother and step-grandfather—had tragically died in a car accident.
A big time first, disposing of a loved one. Only his stupid asshole uncle hadn’t given specifications on that. He’d left a video will, and he’d jokingly said, “Dude, you’ll know where when you see it.” Great. That meant Jordan had to roam the island, looking for God knew what.
It pissed Jordan off. Fuck Blake for up and dying on him way too early. He wasn’t the usual half-uncle, being two years his senior and more of a brother. Blake should be here, exploring with him, laughing, joking. But instead, Jordan had a box of ashes, overwhelming grief, and half ownership of an island that he couldn’t convince himself to keep, even for Blake.
The hotel resort was also his, left to him in the will. And he had not a clue what to do with it all. Sell it, definitely. There was no way he could stick to Blake’s vision and do the place justice. Jordan’s calling was in buying companies and selling at a profit, taking broken, bleeding investments and nurturing them so he could pick them apart and sell the shiny pieces to the highest bidder.
There was a mention of a business partner, Ryan McCale, one he was to contact while here. But Jordan’s first order of business was to scout out where to deliver Blake’s ashes to rest. Hence the brown beast bobbing about between his legs.
He was one of five riders on this island excursion, joined by a family called the Murphys who had sort of adopted him the moment he landed at the resort hotel. Nice people with two older kids, not quite teens but old enough not to be annoying as all hell. Two guides rounded out the tour number, an attractive blonde in her early twenties who kept watch at the rear of the group from her spotted horse and a guy who led them all, probably near Jordan’s age, almost thirty.
Jordan rode immediately behind the head guide, a tall, nameless cowboy-type he’d expect to see in a desert with cactus and tumble weeds. Lean and powerful, he commanded the horse he rode with an iron fist on the reins. The blatant dominance radiating from his hard frame was a good thing, because the golden monster he rode was touched by the hand of Satan himself, probably weaned on the blood of demons.
Despite the rocky start when Jordan’s horse decided to eat a tree instead of following along, it seemed to be patient and not at all interested in the golden horse’s antics. He thought it because he couldn’t tell if the horse was a boy or a girl with a name like Brownie, and Jordan wasn’t checking for equipment.
But Jordan was relaxed in the saddle, liking the sway of his horse’s back as it meandered along the trail, the jungle vegetation giving way to breathtaking beach views before it sprouted up again—wild, spiny, and pokey all at the same time.
“Easy, boy,” Cowboy commanded, that deep drawl sending surprising, tingling fits along Jordan’s spine. Maybe the sensation stemmed from anticipation. Whenever Cowboy said something like that, the golden beast exploded in a fit of hooves and snorts.
Jordan glanced up, through his horse’s brown ears—hence the name, Brownie—and acknowledged another first of the trip. The cowboy in front of him intrigued Jordan in a way that left him uneasy and way too aware of everything the man did.
Jordan looked at men all the time, to assess how much they were worth, what they brought to the table, and then to calculate exactly what it would take to get whatever he wanted. This was the first time Jordan watched a man and thought maybe, just maybe, this guy had something he was missing and no amount of calculating would get it.
The cowboy sat his horse like a professional, not that Jordan would know how a professional cowboy would sit. It made him uneasy and…weirdly warm…to watch his ass grind in the saddle, encased in jeans, worn and faded, unlike Jordan’s stiff dark-blue ones. A red bandanna hung out of the left pocket, waving like a flag that zeroed his attention back to the denim. Yep, Cowboy’s ass had logged as many miles in the saddle as Jordan had in his private jet. He’d bet half an island on it.
In his defense, where the fuck was he supposed to look? The man and horse were in front of him, for Pete’s sake, that golden demon so evil Jordan feared Brownie would join in and there’d be mutiny.
But still, the obsession made Jordan calculate how long it’d been since he’d gotten laid. Way too long, which was why a perfectly straight man would look at another man’s ass. It was that or too much fucking fresh air. Or grief.
Cowboy turned and flashed him a grin filled with even white teeth, a stark contrast to the deep tan of his face. He wore a baseball hat—a team Jordan hated—his shoulder length brown hair flowing from underneath, his neck protected from the sun. He was good-looking for a guy, clean-shaven with an intelligent gaze that scanned over Jordan’s head, his deep-blue eyes taking in the status of the rest of the group. He’d done this several times throughout the ride, but his blue eyes always rested on Jordan afterward, making him feel like he was the only one on that ride.
“How are you doin’,” Cowboy asked him in that deep Texas drawl of his, his piercing gaze sliding over Jordan’s form in a practiced scan, as if assessing his stability in the saddle. His gloved hand rested on the back of the saddle, a move Jordan considered brave, even for a professional.
“Good, thanks,” Jordan said, wishing he’d caught Cowboy’s name during introductions, but his mind had wandered off into business mode, calculating what horses had to cost in feed. That was a first, because his mind never wandered off, not when he had this much responsibility looming over him, so many decisions.
It had to be this avalanche of firsts tumbling down on him since arriving yesterday in Bendura. His first time on an island resort, first time on a real vacation, first time having to purchase his own damned jeans and boots to ride the damned horse.
Cowboy’s eyes hit on those boots, still properly positioned in the stirrups. “You might want to get your heel down a bit, out of Brownie’s side. Might be hard in new boots, though.”
“Do they break in?” He shoved on his heel, trying to get it down like Cowboy’s. It wasn’t working.
“Eventually.” Cowboy grinned. “They don’t sell the good ones at the resort boutique, though. You have to order those from the States.”
Yeah, he was going to run right out and buy good boots tomorrow. It was bad enough he had to shop for this outfit. He, Jordan Hill, head of a business empire, did not buy jeans and boots with pointy toes that could squish cockroaches into corners. But he’d needed them to go on the fucking trail ride. The part of him in touch with Blake’s ghost called him a snob, and that pissed him the fuck off, to be chastised by a ghost.
He was rich. People did this shit for him. But the whisper of Blake’s ghost reminded him Blake was just as rich and managed to remain human. Fuck him. Jordan snorted and the horse beneath him tossed his head, as if in agreement.
That’s right. Fuck you, Blake.
He tried to get his parents to come on this adventure, but they wouldn’t. His dad wasn’t well at the moment, and his mom was too stressed. His sister couldn’t get the time off from work, and his friend, Samantha, was swamped, too. So he was here, alone, wishing he hated every minute of it.
Cowboy turned back to him again, his grin encouraging. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“You have a captive audience. It’s either enjoy myself or walk back.” Jordan winced, because he knew he sounded like a dick. Total asshole. He couldn’t help it. Grief seemed to do that to him.
“People itching to walk back don’t smile at their horses,” Cowboy observed.
Was he smiling? Maybe. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled or laughed or instigated doing anything fun. His life was a dark black hole since Blake died three weeks ago.
“I’m glad Brownie isn’t contemplating mutiny with your horse.”
Cowboy belted out a deep, rolling laugh that echoed down to Jordan’s toes, one that drew warmth up his legs, covering him in a flush of something foreign. “Trigger is new to the island. It may take him a bit to get used to the flora and fauna here.”
“Where did he come from?”
“Texas. I have my brother ship horses when I need them.” Cowboy reined in the fractious Trigger and leaned over to lift a branch with a gloved hand so the beast could pass by without another smack. “Your horse won’t mind. He’s a seasoned pro.”
Ha! Brownie was a boy. “I didn’t catch your name earlier. I’m Jordan.”
“Ryan.” The gold horse exploded in a flash of hooves again, and Ryan’s hands were full.
Jordan sucked in a deep breath and swallowed a bug.
Ryan. Ryan McCale? Blake’s business partner?
“Easy, boy,” Ryan murmured.
Jordan wondered if Ryan said it to the horse or him as he coughed the bug back up. He narrowed his gaze on Ryan’s back. Cowboy didn’t seem to recognize his name, but a sneaking suspicion told him he’d found his new, short-term business partner completely by accident.
November 9, 2012
Autumn Harvest Blog Hop!
I've got an awesome blog hop going over on the real blog, sponsored by Carrie Ann's Blog Hops--over 200 authors participating!
I'm celebrating the arrival of autumn, my favorite season, AND my naughtiest spy going free on Amazon Nov 7-11
Amazon link
To kick off the party, I'm giving way a signed print copy of Spy Games: Trained for Seduction and an e-copy of Spy Games: Birthday Games!
There are also three awesome grand prizes for the hop! A Kindle or Nook, sweet Amazon gift card, and a box o' swag!
You go to my blog and leave your email addy on my comments. That will get you in on all the festivities! The hop goes until Nov 12, but don't delay.
I'm celebrating the arrival of autumn, my favorite season, AND my naughtiest spy going free on Amazon Nov 7-11
Amazon linkTo kick off the party, I'm giving way a signed print copy of Spy Games: Trained for Seduction and an e-copy of Spy Games: Birthday Games!
There are also three awesome grand prizes for the hop! A Kindle or Nook, sweet Amazon gift card, and a box o' swag!
You go to my blog and leave your email addy on my comments. That will get you in on all the festivities! The hop goes until Nov 12, but don't delay.
