I’m Back At Work! by Cynthia D’Alba
Hi All! Cynthia D’Alba here. As some of you know, I’ve been in treatment for stage 1 breast cancer. The good news is that there are NO (nada, zero, nil) traces of the cancer left so YAY chemotherapy (even though you took my finger nails, toe nails and every stand of hair off my body!) I still have 3 weeks of radiation to do (gotta kill any seed cells!) but that won’t be until after RWA National in San Diego. (Side Note: Anyone be at San Diego where we can meet up for a drink? I’ll bring you a sneaker!)
I’m not above bribing someone to sit with me in a bar!
I’m back to work writing on my next two books. The first one is Cadillac Cowboy and the second is Hot and Spicy Cowboy. A pair of brothers meeting up in Whispering Springs, TX after many years apart. An argument gone bad. A divorce of the parents. One son is raised by the father (Ryan) and the other by the mother (Shade.) Should be interesting. Maybe by next month I can share the covers with you.
Want an unedited little teaser from Cadillac Cowboy?
When Shade’s alarm went off, his eyes popped open. He stretched his arms over his head while twisting his ear to his shoulder. After a couple of satisfying neck cracks, he stood. He’d feared that the guilt over leaving Victoria here while he hit the road early would keep him awake. Apparently he’d been too exhausted to care or maybe he had become the heartless bastard his last lover had called him.
The shower put out a stream of hot water with about the same force as a good piss. No matter. He was in and out in minutes. As he dressed, the guilty angel rode his shoulder. He promised he wouldn’t dump Victoria, but he was sneaking out to his car. Fuck. It couldn’t be helped. She needed to go home where she belonged.
A couple of minutes after that, he left the room key on the dresser and headed out to his car. When he opened the trunk to dump his duffle, Victoria’s wedding dress hit him like a neon light. Damn. He’d figure out how to get it back to her somehow.
He unlocked the driver’s door and slid behind the wheel.
“Thought you’d leave without me, did you?”
His hand flew to the gun holstered in the middle of his back. Then he recognized the voice. His hitchhiker. He lowered his hand back to his side.
“Fuck.” His heart pedaled faster. “You scared the crap out of me.” He looked over at Victoria in the passenger seat. “How did you get in my car? The doors were locked.”
“Picked the lock. And don’t change the subject. You were dumping me here, weren’t you?”
Heat flushed up his neck.
“Say nothing,” she ordered. “It’s written all over your face. Guilty as charged.”
“No,” he lied. “Of course not.”
“Shit, Shade. Don’t kid a kidder. People have been lying to me for years.” She pointed to her face. “I’ve got a built-in lie detector and you just failed.”
“Did you sleep at all in the room or did I blow a hundred bucks for an empty room?”
“I showered, washed my hair, got ready for bed and then got to thinking. What would I do if I had an annoying leech? I’d get rid of it. Pretty much what you had planned.”
“I never said you were a leech.”
She laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny the annoying part.”
Hope you enjoyed that!
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Until next month (July 24th) and maybe some hot new book covers!
