I thought I would share the books my publisher has on sale for 99 cents at B&N, along with my short story “Snow by any other name”. Most of these are the second and third books in their series, so it’s an opportunity to buy for a bit less. You can find out more about these titles in the Books section (above). So snuggle up and enjoy a romantic read.
Also for Sale @ $1.99 is my Gaslamp (Steampunk’s cousin) The Alchemists of Archangel, the second in my Archangel Revolution Series.
When scientist Abigail Phelan is accused of murder, she must prove her innocence despite not remembering the crime.
Inspector Raven Clark knows Abbie didn’t kill the miner, but she is tied to the killer.
Abbie and Raven begin a search for both the killer and her memories bringing them closer to the truth and one another.
But when Archangel residents fall ill from a bizarre pandemic Raven must hunt for the killer while Abbie battles a ravaging disease.
Will they discover the identity of the murderer before losing everything they’ve found?
Excerpt:
She shot him a brief glare before concentrating on her plate. “As I suspected, the Gunns have left you alone with me.”
“Did they? Whatever for?” Laurel and Ben could not have guessed his attraction to this vulnerable beauty. Could they?
“So you could begin your interrogation of me regarding Cornelius Turner’s death.” She tilted her head.
He scanned her evaluating her. “I doubt you had anything to do with Mr. Turner’s murder.”
She leaned forward, “So foul play is suspected.”
“I’m afraid so. What can you tell me about that night?” Raven couldn’t help but wonder how this tiny breath of a woman was wrapped up in Alchemia’s gruesome murder.
“I can’t recollect much from the night of Mr. Turner’s murder. I’ve tried but every time I search my memory, my throat locks up, and I feel my limbs numb and my brain becomes foggy. It sounds strange, I know. Doctor Gunn says my symptoms are similar to shell shock.”
“I’m aware of the disorder.” His mind burned with the memory of his own experience.
“I’m sorry I can’t be of more help. Cornelius was a wonderful man and very kind to me and my birds.”
“Tell me about him.” Her voice soothed him, despite the fact he found birds as exciting as watching a clock tick.
“Cornelius was my first canary courier. The couriers run the birds to and from the mines. They also have to sit with the fledglings so the birds become used to them. Cornelius even went so far as to watch the hatchlings. He was a surrogate to many of the colored canaries.”
“Was he collecting birds from you that night?”
“No. I went to town.”
“To meet him?” Raven wondered if more passed between Abigail and Cornelius.
“No to meet with…” Abigail began to rub her temples. “I’m sorry I don’t remember.”
I’m happy to offer you all the next book in the Starving Artist Series – Last Virgin in Vegas. Enjoy this blurb, excerpt and Lovely new Cover by Valerie Tibbs.
Blurb:
Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right?
So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?
Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician.
What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?
Excerpt:
Good for nothing bastard! How could he treat Sydney this way?
Gwen fumed, pacing the floor of the spacious hotel suite. She was wearing a pattern in the carpet with her back and forth between the phone and the door. Lance-a-not had decided to be a big no-show. Luckily, Syd was out with some fellow writers at a local jazz club. Hopefully her friend could forget the insensitive jackass masquerading as a man.
Gwen tried to remember what she had seen in him. Oh yeah…his marine-blue eyes, the ebony hair falling over his brow, his sculpted arms and a chest that made her hands itch to feather across it. In her memory, his arms were powerful, his entire frame screaming linebacker.
Gwen felt herself grow damp with anticipation and admitted her own disappointment over his last-minute cancellation. She should be relieved. She didn’t want to watch Lance and Sydney moon over each other, not when she lusted after what she couldn’t have.
She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms, staring out the French doors into the night sky. Lance hadn’t come, and it was for the best. He was a difficult man to ignore. It was a crime to fall for a man who belonged to your best friend, but if he’d been single, she would have pursued him…maybe even ruthlessly.
She’d been unable to stop herself when Sydney propositioned her a year ago with the temptation of joining the two in the bedroom. Lance and Sydney had dated for years, but something about him made Gwen want him for herself. She knew her passion was teetering on the edge of something more, and it wasn’t something she could explain easily. She also knew it wasn’t worth her friendship with Syd. After the ménage a trios, she had left without delay, flying back to Minneapolis, hiding from the lust and guilt, which surfaced far too easily. The memories of their love play were embedded in her mind.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Sydney must have forgotten her key—it was too late to be anyone else. But when Gwen opened the door, it was to find her unwanted obsession in the hall.
*
Lance stared, the champagne bottle he’d brought as a peace offering dangling from one hand. He hadn’t expected to find Gwen in Sydney’s room. His eyes raked over her, almost of their own volition.
She wore a long emerald nightgown with skinny straps cut in a deep V with lace barely covering her voluptuous curves. Her beauty was irresistible. The negligee complimented her eyes and cut clear to her hip on one side. Lance ached, wondering if she wore anything underneath.
He found his voice. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You called and canceled.”
“I had a change of heart.”
“After you broke Syd’s? Isn’t that convenient.”
God, she was sexy when she was angry. “That still doesn’t explain what you’re doing in her room.”
“Doesn’t it? I moved into her room this morning.”
“Hoping to get lucky?” he goaded, wanting to see fire flash through her eyes. It was masochistic, but he needed it on a level he didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t be crude. Our relationship isn’t like that.”
“What about last year?” Lance was getting hard just thinking about Gwen’s lips around his cock.
“That was different, and you know it.”
“How?”
“It was a one-time thing.”
“So sad.” Lance lowered his head. Gwen didn’t need to see the relief in his eyes. He suspected he wasn’t everything Sydney wanted, but the idea she and Gwen might share the same sexual tastes wasn’t appealing. More than once he’d thought that if the two friends decided to bed down, he would end up alone.
“Arrogant ass,” Gwen said clearly as she walked away. She leaned back on the arm of a nearby brown sofa; unaware that the action lifted the slit of her nightgown higher, revealing she wore nothing beneath it.
“Where is Sydney?”
“Out.”
“For how long?”
“Not sure. She could return at any moment.”
Lance needed to get the man downstairs under control. His attraction to Gwen was intimidating. The reason he felt such overwhelming lust towards a woman he’d not seen in a year unnerved him. “Well, I’m waiting for Syd, so what do you propose we do?” Lance asked.
“How ‘bout a movie?”
“Perfect.” Maybe she’d change to go out; maybe she’d change in front of him. Yeah, it was a pure dude response, but one he couldn’t really squelch. He’d seen her naked, and wanted to see her again.
“I paid for Casablanca.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t help but sound disappointed.
“I think there’s some popcorn in the cupboard next to the fridge.” Gwen pushed away from the chair and walked to the mini-bar. As she walked by him, Lance craned his neck to see if he could catch a glimpse of anything beyond her luscious thigh.
“Okay.” He sighed heavily. He took off his jacket, resigning himself to an evening of a movie and popcorn. It was probably just as well; he wouldn’t want to explain things to Sydney when she arrived. Gwen stood waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, drumming her fingers against the counter. Lance’s cock ached to feel those digits wrapped around his cock. He settled on the sofa, ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled the breath he held.
Gwen strolled leisurely towards him, her hips swaying, before sliding next to him on the couch. She handed him the bowl, and he used it to cover his erection. The television lit up with a movie title: Cock in Bianca. Lance couldn’t help it; he laughed uproariously.
Gwen’s cheeks matched her hair, “Oh, my God.” She stared.
“So this is what you do in your spare time,” he teased.
“No!” Gwen faced him. “I don’t know how this happened.”
“I think you’re trying to provoke me.” He shifted to get more comfortable.
“To do what?” Gwen challenged him and with it he found himself reacting on his most base needs. It was something he’d sworn he would never do, after that night a year ago. Lance accepted that his mind was no longer in control and he gave into his red-haired siren.
“This.” He lifted her stubborn chin upwards, and bent low to kiss her.
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