WEEKEND DIRTY DOZEN: 18TH TO 21ST NOVEMBER 2011

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This week's twelve comes from Too Much Christmas Spirit, coming soon from Rebel Ink Press...It involves cowboys and eggnog....

 Taking the porch steps in two bounds, Adam pulled open the screen door and bit down on his lip to stop from laughing out loud when Vance shouted from the inside the house, “I said I didn’t want to see any of you sorry sons ‘a bitches until chow time!”  Closing the screen door and then the heavy front door behind him, Adam tossed his keys into the bowl on the hall table and headed for the kitchen.

Adam leaned against the door jamb and surveyed the chaos and devastation that used to be their homely country cottage kitchen.  Six feet of solid, muscled, honest-to-God cowboy stood at the kitchen island, in the middle of what could only be described as a war zone.  Adam’s gaze quickly took in the debris, half expecting to see snipers hiding behind the Ficus and blood spattered bodies lying beneath the huge oak table. 

Vance's usually copper-streaked, shoulder length hair was liberally coated with white flour. There was what could only be described as something “icky” on his chin, and he had splatters of what Adam hoped was whipping cream on his cheeks, nose, lips—okay, pretty much everywhere.  The other thing that Adam couldn’t fail to notice, because it almost knocked him off his feet, was the heavy scent of alcohol in the air.  His gaze fell on the open bottles of brandy and rum on the island among the mess of egg shells, spilled milk and castor sugar.

“Having fun, baby?”

“Hey,” Vance muttered, not taking his eyes from the TV on the counter, nor stopping in his task of stirring something in a large bowl.

“Can I ask what could possibly be more interesting than my homecoming?” Adam drawled, crossing the kitchen and picking his way through the eggshells and pools of whatever the hell it was on the floor.

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WEEKEND DIRTY DOZEN: 11TH TO 13TH NOVEMBER 2011

This weekends Dirty Dozen comes from Thirst, which is released on the 21 January 2012....

BLURB:

Detective Max Bowman is hunting a serial killer terrorizing the city.  A serial killer who leaves bodies drained of blood.
After taking a break in a local bar, he is attached, robbed and left for dead--waking up in Carter Gray's bed was the last thing he expected.  Who is this man?  What is his dark secret, and is he responsible for the trail of bodies in Max's city?

“Carter?” Max's voice was slurred with sleep and he struggled to sit up in the bed, watching Carter’s advance.  He could feel the man’s anger rolling off him in waves and his gut clenched in fear and trepidation. This was a side of Carter that he had not yet seen and for the first time, he felt very afraid, “What is it?  Are you okay?”

The laugh was cold, “Am I okay? No Max, I'm not even in the vicinity of okay,” he ground out between clenched teeth. 

Before Max had had time to register any movement from Carter, he was looking up into angry eyes and felt a taut ass against his thighs as the older man straddled his hips.  “What are you doing?” he managed to grunt when both of his wrists were pushed above his head on the pillow by an iron grip, pinning him down with ease.  Trying to struggle, he cried out at the pain in his ribs with the movement, “Stop... Carter, you're hurting me.”

Carter's eyes darkened even further and his anger took on a vicious edge, “I'm hurting you?” he snapped, his face mere inches from Max's.  “What about what you're doing to me?  Who are you?  What do you want from me?!”  What might you do to me if I let you live?

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WEEKEND DIRTY DOZEN: 4TH TO 6 NOVEMBER 2011

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This week's twelve is from Forever Dusk - available now at Silver Publishing.....

The press of Sebastian's fingers on that sweet spot deep inside was his undoing. Jonah felt his orgasm tingle in his spine as he flew towards his release. He thought he'd better warn Sebastian, even though he was clean, and so he released the silken strands he was holding on to and tapped the other man's head. "Seb… I'm coming," he managed to grunt, his thighs trembling as he teetered on the edge of the precipice. A harsh cry left his lips—a cry cruelly cut off by the tight grip of Sebastian's fingers around the base of his shaft. "What? No! You bastard!"

He quivered as Sebastian leaned over him and slid his tongue over the fullness of Jonah's lower lip, dipping inside so Jonah could taste himself. "Please," he begged. "Let me come, please let me come."

"You come when I say," Sebastian growled, not lessening his grip. "This is what you wanted when you came in here, and you'll take it on my terms."

"Anything you want," Jonah whimpered, trying to steady his breathing. "Please!"

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Welcome to this weekend's Dirty Dozen.  The excerpt is from my upcoming release, Unshakeable Faith.  Brody has secured the job of Nash's bodyguard, but there is still no recognition from his lover that he remembers him.  What does Brody do, when Nash decides he quite likes the look of the new bodyguard and hints at what they could do to make their time together a little more pleasant...?

He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the other man in the room get off the sofa until he started at the slide of Nash’s hand over the curve of his ass, and lips close to the shell of his ear, “You’re very tall, Brody, and”—the hand slid up Brody’s back—“firm.”

Brody turned to look down into Nash’s green gaze, seeing lust and appreciation in the sparkling depths, but no recognition, or emotion. He swallowed against his suddenly dry mouth and tried to keep his tone steady. “Thanks, I guess.”

Nash smiled as his gaze ran over Brody’s body. “I’m thinking maybe it won’t be so bad, you know, having you here. Perhaps we can find ways to make things a little more pleasant, for both of us.”

         Brody considered the confident gleam in Nash’s eyes. The man was obviously used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, and Brody felt as though someone had punched him in the gut. He swallowed again and took a step out of Nash’s reach, leaving long fingers holding empty air. “I think there must be some misunderstanding, Mr. Walker,” he said, keeping his voice low, firm, and with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m here to protect your body. Mine isn’t part of the deal.” 


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Welcome to Weekend Dirty Dozen...this is a chance to display 12 sentences of a current WIP or a forthcoming or already published work.  For my first 12, I have chosen a snippet from Unshakeable Faith, which is due for release on the 28 November 2011.  Unfortunately there is no cover as yet...so I'll just post the 12.

To set the story up....Nash has no memory of life with Brody, but Brody is certain that as soon as his lover lays eyes on him, the floodgates will open and everything will come rushing back.  A series of misunderstandings lead to Brody being interviewed for the position as Nash's bodyguard...this is where he sees Nash for the first time since he left their home on that fateful morning...but do things go quite as well as Brody hopes?

There was Nash, seated behind a glass desk in front of the bank of windows. When he stood to greet them, Brody’s heart sank at the dark circles beneath his eyes and the grazing and bruising to his face. He clenched his hands together behind his back to stop himself from reaching out to trace each one of Nash’s injuries with soothing fingers.

When Nash reached them, he held out his hands to his mother and kissed her firmly on both cheeks, “Momma. You’re looking very pretty today.”

“Thank you, darlin’,” she replied, turning to introduce Brody. “This is Brody Tyler. I’ve just been talking to him about the bodyguard position.”

Brody froze when Nash turned to look at him with a rather bored expression on his face. His green eyes studied him so intently he felt like a fly under a microscope. Brody felt warmth flood his cheeks at the slow coast of Nash’s gaze over his body, which he felt vaguely ridiculous about, because Nash had looked at him a million times, had tasted him a million times; but this was different. Nash’s gaze was cold, calculating, and he couldn’t help but notice the glance he tossed at his mother, giving her an appreciative smile and nodding as if they were sharing some private joke.

Brody’s eyes narrowed and he held out his hand. “Nash, I’m Brody. Pleasure to meet you,” he said, keeping his tone friendly, emphasizing his name as if that would somehow spark a light in Nash’s gaze—but there was nothing.


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