LINE BRAWL (The Dartmouth Cobras #8) Update
I realize I'm a very cruel author. How did I come to this conclusion?
Well, if I'm not teasing, I'm completely silent.
So how about a little tease? ;)
That's right. If you haven't heard, Line Brawl is coming soon. If you follow me on social media, you've probably seen this picture. And want to strangle me for the very vague 'Coming soon...'
So I'll be a nice little author and narrow that down a little.
As of this moment, barring natural disaster or some kind of injury that stops me from writing--I've canceled all my extreme sports plans, so I'm pretty safe *knocksonwood*--Line Brawl will be an early summer release.
I've mentioned late spring to people, but Pischlar informed me that this will be another big book. I think he's looking at Vanek's book as competition, which is a scary thought.
But with that smile, it's very hard to say no to him! lol! And there's so much going on in this book, I'm being immersed in the Cobra world and loving it! So I'm fairly certain you will too! <g>
The cover reveal is scheduled for the end of March, first week of April. Print pre-order has already begun: HERE *note-some people got the HONORABLE MENTION PRINT PACKAGE at the bottom and chose Line Brawl. Choose 'NO EXTRA' if there's no other book you'd like with it. The print copy will be available close to or before the ebook version*
There has been some discussion about Line Brawl in the 'I'm No Angel-Discussion Group' if you want to join in. Readers have had fun helping me choose a dog breed for Raif and inspiring me with music for our boys.
And pictures. Lots and lots of sexy pictures! ;)
So check it out, and I hope this has you as excited as it has me! I love all my books, but there's something about Pischlar and White that's so much more twisted and complicated and awesome. There's all kinds of 'trouble' coming, a new baby, and finally A WEDDING!
If you're not caught up on the Cobra books, you might want to get to it. <eg> Things are about to get all kinds of fucked up!
And for those who stuck around to see if I'd tease you a bit more with a sneak peek? Well, you know me too well! lol!
Here you go!* * * *
LINE BRAWL (The Dartmouth Cobras #8)
©Bianca Sommerland
*This scene is one of the first in Ian White's POV. And made me want to hug him*
“What’s that do to us being friends?” “Absolutely nothing unless you let it.” “Unless I—” No, Pisch was right. He was the one who’d gone all cold after they’d joined the mile-high-club and then almost died when the plane forgot how to fucking fly right. He’d figured that much out, which was why he’d given Pisch the comic book. The best way he could think of to tell Pisch he was sorry without leaving any doubt that he meant it. He shook his head, picking up his beer and taking a sip so he could consider his words carefully. “I love you, man.” “I know. And I love you too.” The way Pisch said those three words was no different than him agreeing that Iron Man rocked. Or ACDC playing over and over on a roadtrip was an awesome idea. No big impact on life, they were on the same page. One full of words that wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. Taking a deep breath, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “So where do we go from here?” “That depends. You sure you didn’t come here to get laid?” Pisch arched a brow, then sighed when Ian shook his head again. “A shame. But we can chill with a movie or something. Two days, no practice. I’ve got plenty of time to seduce you.” Ian rolled his eyes. “You hit a dry spell or something? Jesus, Pisch, go take a cold shower.” “Why should I? You’re here and you’re being rather difficult, which is damn sexy. I like a bit of a challenge.” Pisch gave him a half smile over the lip of his beer. “Wanna bet I can put on your favorite movie and get you too distracted to watch it before the opening credits are done?” “No, I’m good.” Actually, Ian had never been less turned on in his life. Whatever had been between him and Pisch the times they’d fooled around was gone. And he wasn’t sure why. “Can I ask you something as a friend, and not a fuck buddy or whatever you’ve decided I am now?” Pischlar winced, inhaling sharply. “Bruiser, I’m not trying to—” “Just answer the damn question, Shawn.” Eyes narrowed, Pisch inclined his head. “Do I get the talk?” The edges of Pisch lips quirked up. “White, I will still train you if you want me to. I will suck your dick—hell, I’d be doing it now if you weren’t giving off ‘don’t fucking touch me’ signals.” Tightening his grip on his beer bottle, Ian held Pischlar’s amused gaze. He didn’t move as Pisch came closer, close enough that the heat of his lips slid over Ian’s. He brushed his cheek against Ian’s, speaking softly in his ear. “But you can’t keep me.” * * * *
Well, if I'm not teasing, I'm completely silent.
So how about a little tease? ;)
That's right. If you haven't heard, Line Brawl is coming soon. If you follow me on social media, you've probably seen this picture. And want to strangle me for the very vague 'Coming soon...'
So I'll be a nice little author and narrow that down a little.
As of this moment, barring natural disaster or some kind of injury that stops me from writing--I've canceled all my extreme sports plans, so I'm pretty safe *knocksonwood*--Line Brawl will be an early summer release.
I've mentioned late spring to people, but Pischlar informed me that this will be another big book. I think he's looking at Vanek's book as competition, which is a scary thought.
But with that smile, it's very hard to say no to him! lol! And there's so much going on in this book, I'm being immersed in the Cobra world and loving it! So I'm fairly certain you will too! <g>
The cover reveal is scheduled for the end of March, first week of April. Print pre-order has already begun: HERE *note-some people got the HONORABLE MENTION PRINT PACKAGE at the bottom and chose Line Brawl. Choose 'NO EXTRA' if there's no other book you'd like with it. The print copy will be available close to or before the ebook version*
There has been some discussion about Line Brawl in the 'I'm No Angel-Discussion Group' if you want to join in. Readers have had fun helping me choose a dog breed for Raif and inspiring me with music for our boys.
And pictures. Lots and lots of sexy pictures! ;)
So check it out, and I hope this has you as excited as it has me! I love all my books, but there's something about Pischlar and White that's so much more twisted and complicated and awesome. There's all kinds of 'trouble' coming, a new baby, and finally A WEDDING!
If you're not caught up on the Cobra books, you might want to get to it. <eg> Things are about to get all kinds of fucked up!
And for those who stuck around to see if I'd tease you a bit more with a sneak peek? Well, you know me too well! lol!
Here you go!* * * *
LINE BRAWL (The Dartmouth Cobras #8)
©Bianca Sommerland
*This scene is one of the first in Ian White's POV. And made me want to hug him*
“What’s that do to us being friends?” “Absolutely nothing unless you let it.” “Unless I—” No, Pisch was right. He was the one who’d gone all cold after they’d joined the mile-high-club and then almost died when the plane forgot how to fucking fly right. He’d figured that much out, which was why he’d given Pisch the comic book. The best way he could think of to tell Pisch he was sorry without leaving any doubt that he meant it. He shook his head, picking up his beer and taking a sip so he could consider his words carefully. “I love you, man.” “I know. And I love you too.” The way Pisch said those three words was no different than him agreeing that Iron Man rocked. Or ACDC playing over and over on a roadtrip was an awesome idea. No big impact on life, they were on the same page. One full of words that wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. Taking a deep breath, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “So where do we go from here?” “That depends. You sure you didn’t come here to get laid?” Pisch arched a brow, then sighed when Ian shook his head again. “A shame. But we can chill with a movie or something. Two days, no practice. I’ve got plenty of time to seduce you.” Ian rolled his eyes. “You hit a dry spell or something? Jesus, Pisch, go take a cold shower.” “Why should I? You’re here and you’re being rather difficult, which is damn sexy. I like a bit of a challenge.” Pisch gave him a half smile over the lip of his beer. “Wanna bet I can put on your favorite movie and get you too distracted to watch it before the opening credits are done?” “No, I’m good.” Actually, Ian had never been less turned on in his life. Whatever had been between him and Pisch the times they’d fooled around was gone. And he wasn’t sure why. “Can I ask you something as a friend, and not a fuck buddy or whatever you’ve decided I am now?” Pischlar winced, inhaling sharply. “Bruiser, I’m not trying to—” “Just answer the damn question, Shawn.” Eyes narrowed, Pisch inclined his head. “Do I get the talk?” The edges of Pisch lips quirked up. “White, I will still train you if you want me to. I will suck your dick—hell, I’d be doing it now if you weren’t giving off ‘don’t fucking touch me’ signals.” Tightening his grip on his beer bottle, Ian held Pischlar’s amused gaze. He didn’t move as Pisch came closer, close enough that the heat of his lips slid over Ian’s. He brushed his cheek against Ian’s, speaking softly in his ear. “But you can’t keep me.” * * * *
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