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Fragile… releases in mass market…

If you haven’t read it and you like romantic suspense or contemporary, maybe you can give it a look. I’d appreciate it.  If this one does well, then the follow-up BROKEN will likely be released in mass market, too.

If you liked the ASH books or my FBI psychic books, this one might be right up your alley. Here… snippet!

Under his mouth, her lips were soft and full and her taste was sweet, damn near addictive. On some level, Luke did understand addiction.

He was an adrenaline junkie and that was every bit as addictive as a drug.  ButDevon?  Man, the taste of her could easily beat that.  Screw skydiving.  Just kissing Devon Manning got his blood pumping like nothing he’d ever felt before. Cupping her chin in his hand, he angled her head to the side and deepened the kiss.

He waited for her to pull away.  The hesitation, the caution he’d expected was there but she didn’t pull away.  Luke ached to pull her closer against him, to deepen the contact.  Through their clothes, he could feel the heat of her body and he already knew how silken soft her skin was.  He needed to feel more.

Ached to feel more.

Her body all but vibrated against his, with heat, with hunger–and hesitation.  Luke would be damned if he caused her a second’s fear so instead of pushing for more, instead of sliding his hands under her shirt, instead of letting them roam over the denim covered curves of her hips and butt, he touched only her chin and jaw, his fingers spread wide and holding her still for his kiss.  His other hand, he kept clenched in a fist at his side.

Devonswayed closer.  Luke felt the last of his control slipping away and he either had to take more–or stop.  Luke went with stopping, slowly pulling away so he could stare at her.  “There’s something here,Devon.  You can’t tell me you don’t feel it.”

BAMM | B & N | Book Depository | IndieBound | Amazon | Powell’s

**I’m hoping the Kindle/Nook/ebook pricing will drop shortly.  Please note, I have absolutely NO control over this. Don’t yell at me pretty please.

happy birthday…

Somebody mega important to me is having a birthday… I love you.

Wreck This Life…

Eeeeeehh!!!!  It’s up for pre-order!

Contemporary romance… Seventeen years ago, they were the darlings of a popular sitcom, but now they are all grown up.  Zach has loved her all his life, Abby has no idea.  Now he’s a tattoo artist, she runs a catering business.

 

Mentally, he sighed.  Shoving a hand through his hair, he glanced away from her, tried to find something else to look at, focus on, thinking about.

Her hand touched his shoulder.

Zach and looked back her.  His heart seemed to jump up into his throat as she closed the distance between them.

Everything in the world faded away as she pushed up onto her toes.

And then, as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, Zach realized this was what it was like to have a dream actually come true.  As her mouth parted under his, he was almost certain he was dying.  Maybe he’d already died.  Yeah.  He’d been eating something, choked, died and now he was heaven.

Except wasn’t no way Zach would end up there, he figured.

So maybe Abby really was kissing him. Groaning, he reached for her and hauled her closer, pulling her to stand between his legs.  With one arm wrapped around her waist, he slid his free hand up her back and tangled his hand in the crazy, soft curls of her hair.  Soft as silk, just like he remembered.

And her mouth was sweet, every bit as sweet as he remembered, but fuck, there was no director, no crew, no brilliant stage lights shining down and this kiss wasn’t choreographed or scripted.

Abby wasn’t kissing him because she had to, wasn’t kissing him because it was in some fucking script and she wasn’t going to pull away and make some stupid joke to break the tension.

Abby was kissing him, damn it.

It was real.

Real, and he was going to make the most of it…

Amazon | Book Depository | BN | BAMM | Indiebound

Reading…

this is what I’m reading now…

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This is what I might be reading next.

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What about you?

The Friday 56

Today is a Friday 56…

Due out in October…

For a minute, the fear almost kept her trapped.

But then she threw it off. “What are you going to do . . . never drive again?” she muttered.

Like that was an option.

Some days the nightmares were so bad, she had to leave the house just to escape them. She couldn’t run fast enough to get away from herself. She could barely drive fast enough.

Besides, if the nightmares from what had been done to her all of those years ago weren’t enough to paralyze her in terror, then she sure as hell wasn’t going to let a fucking car wreck do it.

Read more…

About the Friday 56

Grab the book nearest you. Right now
Turn to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions on your blog or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.
Post a link along with your post back to this blog.
Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

This is cool…

Go here and leave a comment and you can maybe win a download of BLADE SONG… (contest isn’t being run thru here. I have nothing to do with it)

So… today…

Today I’m putting on my professional hat.  I’m being interviewed by one of the authors I admire the most, by one of the authors I love the most.  And because of this, I should behave with the utmost professionalism.

Ahem…

LOOK!  GO LOOK!  LYNN VIEHL INTERVIEWED ME ON HER BLOG!  SHE DID!

SHE REALLY DID!

See???

SEE??????

SEEEEEE???????

Ahem.

Okay, then.  Now that I shared the news…

How are you all doing today?

Blade Song…Now out…

Thud… new book. Out today. Available pretty much across the globe.

You can buy it here…here… here…here….hereherheerereerhherherhe…

Um.  Excuse me.  My brain melted.

It SHOULD be at

ARe | Smashwords | Amazon | BN | iBookstore | Kobo and other places…

(It’s available at a NUMBER of international platforms, including Kobo.  Please check.  I can’t keep track of all and it also takes a few days for all the data to roll through and get posted)

About the book!

Patricia Briggs thinks you should read it…

“Do yourself a favor and read this book.  This story is original and hard-hitting with terrific world building and some of the best characters I’ve read.  Yum.” Patricia Briggs, author of the #1 NYTimes Mercy Thompson series

Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades—has a new job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It should be a piece of cake.

So why is she so nervous? It probably has something to do with the insanity that happens when you deal with shifters—especially  sexy ones who come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money.

Or maybe it’s all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she’s gotten in over her head. Or maybe it’s because if she fails—she’s dead.

If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she’ll even live long to collect her fee…

EXCERPT

Through the roar of blood in my ears, I heard Damon swearing. That was kind of funny. There were four of them and he was cussing them out?

But then one of them howled… A death scream. One that made the skin on my nape crawl as I slashed through the air with my blade.

She was made like a rapier, but heavier. I could hack away for hours if I had to, and the fool in front of me was bleeding from more cuts than even I could count; he was either too weak or too underfed to heal them well. He made another lunge at me and I drove the blade through his heart, twisting it and jerking upward. Skin smoked as it met the silver and I watched as the life in his eyes faded.

Jerking my blade free, I turned, braced for another attack.

All I saw was Damon. Walking toward me with blood dripping off him, falling in fat drops from his fingers.

“Show off,” I muttered.

A flash of white appeared in his face. I almost thought he was smiling.

But that faint smile was gone in another second as shadows came rushing at us from all around.

I found myself shoved to the ground.

There was a rumbling sound—something I couldn’t identify.

And another sound—one I could.

The ground was shaking, I thought. As I pushed up onto my elbows, I saw a giant shape rushing into the alley.

Goliath.

Hell was about to break loose.

Then a cat roared and I heard somebody scream. Maybe it already had.

As the fighting raged over my head, I rolled to the side and flexed my wrist. My blade was gone. I managed to get my back to the wall of the busted, broken building behind me, using it for support and shadow as I surveyed the mess in front of me.

Five, six, seven—yeah. Seven scraggly wolves fighting Goliath and Damon. The wolves had shifted. Damon and Goliath hadn’t. Two wolves were trying to take Goliath down and he casually caught one, ripped its head off. My gut went a little queasy at the sight.

The second one didn’t fare much better.

Damon wasn’t quite so casual.

Quick, brutal.

But for every one they took down, several more came crawling out of the shadows.

What the hell—?

Panting for breath, I flexed my wrist and called my blade.

Off to the side, I heard a snarl.

The wolf came for me just as I turned to face it.

I never even got my blade up.

I came to at the bright flare of light.

It wasn’t the light that woke me.

It was the pain.

Ripping through my side and eating its way through my veins. I choked back the scream as TJ leaned over me. “Damn, girl. You did it again, didn’t you?”

I glared at her. Or tried to. The tears in my eyes were pretty much blinding me.

“Get the fuck back.”

Well. One thing was clear. I wasn’t dying, because if I was, no way would I be hearing that voice. Even if I was going straight to hell, I’d be deluding myself with angel song to the very end. So if I was hearing the demonic Damon that must mean the wolf bite on my side wasn’t fatal.

His face appeared in my line of sight and I closed my eyes.

“Stupid little fool!” His voice cut through the pained shrieking in my head. But the hands on my side were gentle. “Shit…shit, shit, this is bad—”

Also… I think I’m over here today, blog-tour wise…

Hi… I’m Eeyore…want to take me home?

From Gunmetal Magic by Ilona Andrews (this is an old snippet, swiped from her blog)

“I have had it with this shit.  Woken up, in the middle of the night, didn’t get any sleep, rode across the fucking city, nu na cherta mne ato nuzhno*.”  He waved his hand in front of his face.  “Damn magic everywhere, making me sneeze.”

The monster next to him opened its mouth.  Roman whacked it with the top of his staff on the nose.  “You – shut up.”

The beast looked like a cat who got popped with a newspaper: half-shock, half-outrage.  Roman looked the two of us over.  “What’s the matter with you two?”

The magic melted, taking the visions with it.   My mind struggled to formulate a coherent thought, any thought.  I opened my mouth.  “Your pants have Eeyore on them.”

“I like Eeyore.  He is sensible.  A sober look on life never hurt anyone.”

I fell in love with Roman with this line.  Yeah, yeah.  The book is about Raphael and Andrea, but Roman is awesome, too.

Want to win Eeyore & Roman? (and Andrea and Raphael)?

I’m giving away an unsigned copy of Gunmetal Magic and Eeyore. The book works fine as a standalone, so if you haven’t read any of the Kate Daniels’ books (and why haven’t you?) this is a good place to get your feet wet.  It’s awesome.  You want to read this.  Want to win?

Just tell me your favorite Winnie the Pooh character…if you can’t think of one, tell me your favorite UF character.  If you can’t think of one…um, your favorite character, period. O.O

I’ll draw one name at random and post the winner here next week.  A quick run-down on my contest rules…you must check back to see if you’ve won.  That’s how the winner is notified, and I don’t redraw names. DO NOT POST TO TWITTERSWEEPS/SWEEPSTAKES SITES…if this happens, I can and likely will end the contest without drawing a winner.  Open internationally. One entry per household. Void where prohibited, blah, blah, blah…read the rest of the rules here.  FYI, entering the contest means if you have read and agreed to the rules.

Guestblogging today…

Over at Lauren Dane‘s… and you can read about the character inspiration behind Damon in Blade Song…and it references things like pinterest.**

Just two more days, guys…

After some of the concern with copyright infringement with images, I want to point people to my post on pinterest…most of my character inspiration pics are actors and the images are thumbnail pics from IMDB and in some cases, images that come from the facebook pages run by actors themselves (I think that falls into the implied consent thing).