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Release Party for BLOOD BORNE = Tonight On Facebook! #romance #fantasy♥

 

The party is on!

 

To celebrate the release of Blood Borne, there’s a party on Facebook tonight, thanks to Vicki Rose at Platinum Promotions. Come join us!

 

The Blood Borne Release Party
July 16 @ 6:30 – 8:30PM CDT
(that’s 7:30 – 9pm EST!)

On Facebook, so feel free to come in PJs!
Games, prizes, hanging out, stress-free time, and the occasional silliness.

https://www.facebook.com/events/234576870370154/

 

I’ll be giving away plenty of prizes (including SIGNED paperbacks of the first 3 books in The Republic, Amazon gift cards, and more!), so feel free to stop in, participate however you’d like, and share the event!

 

 

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It’s BLOOD BORNE’s Release Day! Excerpt & Release Party Info HERE #romance #fantasy♥

 

It’s Release Day!!!

 

Eeeeep! Today is Blood Borne‘s book birthday! It’s on. It’s real. It’s available now. ^_^

Welcome to the dark side of The Republic. A bit grimy, a little feisty, and 100% high fantasy. I had a great time writing this one — I hope readers enjoy it just as much. Adren and Ress are a couple of firsts for me: Adren is my first non-binary character ever and Ress is my first asexual *main* character (because note: Brother Armamae from book #2 is actually aromantic asexual, he just hasn’t said it on-page yet. ^_^).

I learned so much while writing this, especially things about their world that I didn’t know until it hit the page. That’s one of the best things about my writing process: I don’t have all the details upfront, so it becomes an adventure, full of secrets and surprises and truths that craft the rest of the series. Having said that, I can say this isn’t the end of Adren and Ress. They stick around. Wreak some havoc. Make some change. There are major revelations and developments coming… and they’re in the eye of the storm.

 

Blood Borne COVER

 

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Genres: Fantasy, romance
Series: The Republic

For Ress, survival is a complicated nightmare. Caught between two masters on different sides of the law, his life is falling apart one bad decision at a time. All he wants is to be is a good person, a loyal family man, and a successful metalsmith–a dream he can never obtain while he works for the Shar-denn, the violent gang that plagues the republic of Kattal.

To make matters worse, he works as an informant for the High Council. He scrapes through both jobs waiting for his last breath. As the Shar-denn motto says: the only way out is dead.

No stranger to living complicated decisions, Adren is caught between worlds of cir own. As the child of a Shar-denn faction boss, cir life is a conflicted tangle of expectation and duty. When cir family is arrested, Adren manages to escape, but nowhere is safe. Desperate and on the run, Adren is determined to punish Ress for turning in cir family. No one who betrays the gang can live. Ress must pay the price, even if Adren has to go against everything ce is.

 

Also check out the other stories in the series, A Question of Counsel and Four.

(Author’s note: Blood Borne is actually the second part of a trilogy inside the larger series: Four, Blood Borne, and the next book, Soulbound, all go together. While Blood Borne can be read on its own, readers might find it helpful to also read Four for background on some of the references, past interactions, and characters.)

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Release Party!

To celebrate, there’s a party on Facebook this coming Sunday (in four days!), thanks to Vicki Rose at Platinum Promotions. I’ll be giving away plenty of prizes, including SIGNED paperbacks of the first 3 books in The Republic, Amazon gift cards, and more! Feel free to join in and share the event!

 

The Blood Borne Release Party
July 16 @ 6:30 – 8:30PM CDT
(that’s 7:30 – 9pm EST!)

On Facebook, so feel free to come in PJs!
Games, prizes, hanging out, stress-free time, and the occasional silliness.

https://www.facebook.com/events/234576870370154/

 

(For those not familiar with this type of event, it’s all very casual. Attendees can drop in anytime during the event and participate as much or little as they’d like.)

 

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Now for an Excerpt…

 

But Mother—

Go! Hide!

I can’t. I can’t leave, not you. Not them. I can’t—

Adren forced cir eyes open, one hand reaching into the mocking darkness for a mother that was not there.

She’ll never be there again. She’s gone, she’s gone, she’s gone away. Alone in a cell for another day.

The sickening voice sang from the dark corners of cir mind. Adren swallowed back tears and plunged cir fists beneath the blankets, shivering as cold fingers touched hot skin. Cir fingertips twitched against cir palm, desperate to hold, caress. Touch. Ce needed a gentle touch. To feel loved again. To put the world right and curl up in its false security.

A foggy voice surfaced from the back of cir mind, babbling, nattering, lost to the haze of the nightmare still clinging to cir thoughts, gorging on fear. Words, so many words, none of them clear. A familiar voice with everything to say and nothing to show shepherded Adren’s thoughts to a place deep inside, slamming a gate behind them to banish what devoured cir pinned soul.

Silence descended, blocking the voice, choking the nightmare. A safe quietness, enough to clear cir mind and think—

A scream pierced the inner darkness. Adren winced, clapping cir hands over cir ears. Pitched high, the scathing scream tore at cir insides, shredding memories.

When the second scream sounded, overlapping the first with a grating loudness, Adren sat up, struggling for breath. The screams were new, nothing like the gentle voices ce had heard since childhood. Four voices that soothed cir in the moments they were needed most. Whisper, whisper, whisper, ce chanted, rocking to the faint pulsing rhythm between the unwavering screams. Make them go away. Whisper.

Move, a voice whispered in response, floating above the screams, cutting through the pain. Familiar as it wrapped around all other sounds in cir mind, the voice filled Adren with relief. It was the voice of reason, the voice of a Goddess.

Adren leapt from the bed, scrambling to stand still. All cir body wanted to do was run. Climb. Hide. Tugging at cir bedclothes, a nightshirt and pants borrowed from Bremary and Covran, Adren cursed the chill racing from cir feet to cir neck. Ce grabbed the closest long coat and pulled it on, folding cir arms and settling into the warmth of the soft fabric lining the new leather.

Move, the voice whispered again. Beneath the whisper, the screams dampened. More voices rasped around them, without warning or apparent meaning. They wrought confusion, forcing distance between the calm Adren struggled to grasp and the sanity ce wished for.

Memories of the raid flickered, disjointed images of shadows and weapons in the dark. Bodies running, fighting, falling…

Adren yanked open the door and charged into the sitting room. White light from the windows poured over the furniture and rugs. Fists digging into the crooks of cir elbows, ce stalked towards the kitchen. Light gleamed off the sharpened knives hanging on the rack near the washbasin. One strike would improve everything. One jab would get revenge. Killing him would be easy, so easy…

Ce stopped short, two foot lengths between cir and the knives.

Too easy, the whispering voice said, louder than the screams dying in the background. Too easy to fall; too easy to run to where you can never leave. Slip this one time and you will keep sliding.

And we wouldn’t want that. Adren pivoted sharply and walked to the sitting room, cir bare feet cooled by the smooth floor. Once ce reached the hearth along the furthest wall, ce spun around and crossed the length of the open space to the side door leading to the back of the house, then back again, over and over. Inside, the screams stopped and cir ears no longer rang. The voices remained, a dozen or more scraping as they collided, each vying for attention. Fragmented shouts and rough demands offset tearstained pleas and ignored truths, beating the images of bodies into cir thoughts. Living bodies, dead bodies—each one from the past, each a ghost; bodies ce had made disappear without spilling their blood. Killing had never been cir job. Ce stole. Ce hid evidence from dangerous hands. Ce sent the right people and the wrong objects to a new existence. Never had ce killed.

All innocence is lost eventually, Adren remembered Tethe saying when ce was twelve and ready to work for the Shar-denn. So make it good when you drown it. You can’t ever get it back, so make the memory a good one. Be strong, kiss it goodbye, and give it up.

He never said the same thing about hate.

No, that one we keep. Adren continued to pace, letting the voices rattle and berate choices ce could not take back. The voices chortled at the hate spreading between cir recollections of one bad choice to another. Why was ce really in Araveena Ford? Because ce hated Ress or because ce hated cirself for not fighting to save cir family? Why had ce not hurt Ress when ce had the chance? Because there was a measure of merit to his being or because ce was too weak, too feeling, too alone? Where was the hate when ce needed it most?

I just want them back. I want to feel safe again. I want a real home. Not one I’ve had thrown at me by him. He’s the reason I’m on the run. He’s the reason Council can catch me. He ruined my life!

Adren padded into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, staring out the window overlooking the gardens in the front yard. Cir fingernails raked the stone countertop. Teeth grinding, ce pushed against the voices with justifications. Ce felt hot inside and out, the unbidden fire of cir abilities burning from cir core and spiraling out into every limb and pore. Small bumps rose across cir skin. My family was all I have. There’s no one else. There’s never anyone else. They’ll serve my father but ignore me. They’ll lick the ground my brothers walk on but avoid me. I’m always too strange, always so much trouble. Too much of a freak, too unnatural, as if everyone else is so bleeding great. I’ve got no friends, not unless I buy them. Only family distracted me from the frustration and loneliness. They kept me from the things killing me now.

A rush of energy swept through cir, stealing cir breath and twisting it onto itself, shoving the breath back down cir throat. In the briefest of moments, death banged on the splintered door to cir soul, yanking cir across the line of consciousness and darkness before shoving cir against the wall of judgment. Frantic shadows clawed cir insides, scraping and screeching, desperate to be let out to play.

Cir magic was awake, demanding to be exploited.

Fingers numbed, ce no longer felt the smooth stone beneath cir hand. Cir skin tingled, weighted and pricked as if a hundred tiny, invisible feet danced over cir body with sharp pins on their shoes. Time ground to a stop, the present choking on the past, sputtering and wailing until breaking free. Weaving around cir, pulling cir into the spaces between the physical and the unseen, time slid over cir skin like a blanket of snow. Moments slipped back in time, falling upon each other. Cir thoughts reversed, memories playing towards their beginning.

Something needed to happen. Someone needed to disappear, scattering into oblivion. Cir magic itched and shrieked to make a new reality.

Ce needed a new future.

I’m alone, Adren seethed, digging cir fingers into cir palms. I have nothing. I certainly can’t go to the Council for anything. They’ll either arrest me or figure out what I am, then make me do things for them. He stole everything, ripped it all away. Hate him, hate him—

“Adren?” Ress’s voice asked from behind cir. Fingers clasped cir shoulder.

“Hands off!” Adren whirled around, thrusting out one hand to push him away. Heat shot into cir fingers, driving against the tightening air until the shield of cir control snapped.

Ce sent him flying towards the wall between the two bedrooms.

Ress hit the wall, back slamming the wood panels, his arms out before him. He slid to the floor, dazed. Cracked wood hung from the wall where he had hit, a dark hole attesting to the force of cir blow.

“Leave me alone! You’ve done enough,” Adren yelled. “You could’ve kept your mouth shut. You didn’t have to snitch. We all make choices, and you made the wrong one!” Swiping cir hand towards the knives, ce made a fist, pulling on the air with enough magic to yank them from the wall. As Ress lifted his head, ce thrust cir fist towards him, hurling the knives.

He ducked. The knives dug into the wall around his body, blades sinking deep.

“Adren—”

“No, don’t. You didn’t have to rat out anybody. Of all the Shar families, why’d you have to go for mine? What did my father ever do to you other than let you help his faction? Mordane made sure you were paid well beyond what my father owed—that should’ve been enough to shut you up!” Adren stomped across the kitchen and stopped midway to Ress. Cir skin blazed, threatening to rip and shred. Outside, every sense screamed that ce was as fire, melting and shriveling, dripping liquid ash. Inside, ce was like ice, growing and pushing for more space, caging rational thought.

Caught between them, ce burned in every way. Agony pounded through cir in waves, echoing the rhythm of cir heart. “You’re all wrong. I’m all wrong. I can’t visit them in prison. I can’t see them if they die. And it’s all—” ce raised cir hand “—your—” Adren parted cir fingers wide, thrusting cir palm at Ress “—fault!

Chaos erupted around them. Logs in both hearths split, sparked, and burst into purple flames. The bucket of water on the floor by the washbasin hit the ceiling with a thud and somersaulted, its contents raining in every direction. Furniture skidded, squealing across the floor. The settees slammed against one wall, the small tables into another. The kitchen table crashed into the cupboards, shaking shelves and popping doors. Cups tumbled and bounced. Clay plates smashed on the ground. The vase of orange flowers shattered, shooting glass across the room.

Silence fell.

Ress lifted his head from under his arms and stared, first at Adren, then the house. His eyes widened, lips working without uttering words.

Adren stumbled back. What had ce done?

No, no, no. I didn’t—I couldn’t—I’m not supposed to. I—I—

It was too late.

Ce was never supposed to expose what ce could do. No one was supposed to know other than cir family and cir father’s most trusted men.

In a blind rage, ce had lost control and shown everything.

To the last person who deserved to know.

 

 

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Sales, sales sales! {Won’t Back Down’s End of Life, Pride Month, and Pre-orders, OHHHH MY!}

 

Happy Pride Month, everyone! And happy June. Thankfully 2017 is almost half over. These last five months have felt like an entire year onto themselves. :S

So here’s something happy… sale time. During June, readers can purchase eBooks from Less Than Three Press’s book market for 20% off or more! Books that are reaching End of Life are available at 52% off until they reach their end date, pre-orders are available at 32% off, and print books are available at 25% off. Awesome savings across the board.

All of my works are part of the sale (including the anthologies I have stories in):

 

 

Won’t Back Down contains my novella, Rule Breaker, #0.5 in The Republic series. This is the last week RB will be available in this form until whenever I figure out what’s going to happen with it in the future. At $2.88 for 189,000 words spread out over 12 stories, this anthology is a HUGE deal!

Put that together with The Republic books #1, #2, and #3 and readers can get the first four stories in the series for under $18! Not to mention there are ALL THE OTHER BOOKS on the website with just as fantastic prices. There are soooooo many, so go check it out!

(This includes books from just a few of my favourite queer romance authors: Megan Derr, Sasha L. Miller, Lexi Ander, A.M. Valenza, A.F. Henley, and Victoria Zagar!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Note: This sale applies only to books on LT3’s site, not at other retailers. But fear not! Their eBooks are available in mobi, pdf, and epub formats.

 

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Cover Reveal & Pre-order!! Blood Borne (The Republic #3) is Coming July 2017! <3

 

It’s official: Blood Borne has a cover, a release date, a blurb, and pre-order link! *busts out the confetti and bubble machines*

Thanks to the amazing, magical cover design goddess, Natasha Snow, and Less Than Three Press for this cover! It’s a perfect fit for the story: dark and sinister but colourful with a touch of life. That’s pretty much the characters’ lives in a nutshell.

Blood Borne is the story of Ress, previously introduced in Four, and Adren, a new character with a key role in the series. There’s a lot addressed in the book. On one hand, it’s a story about being a survivor, trying being a good person despite terrible circumstances, and going forward even when you’re falling apart and giving up. What happens when you’re isolated in toxic power games, watching horrible things happen, and you can only do so much without losing absolutely everything.

On the other hand, the book is about identity and being seen and accepted for who you are, even when you don’t know all the answers about yourself. About saving yourself when no one else will, rising up from oppression and harmful emotional/mental conditioning, and doing what’s right in the face of adversity.

There’s more to it, but that’s for later. Right now, here’s the C O V E R!

 

 

Blood Borne COVER

 

 

Publication date: July 12, 2017
Genres: Fantasy, romance
Series: The Republic
LGBTQA+ identities: Asexual, non-binary, genderqueer, trans*, panromantic

 

For Ress, survival is a complicated nightmare. Caught between two masters on different sides of the law, his life is falling apart one bad decision at a time. All he wants is to be is a good person, a loyal family man, and a successful metalsmith–a dream he can never obtain while he works for the Shar-denn, the violent gang that plagues the republic of Kattal.

To make matters worse, he works as an informant for the High Council. He scrapes through both jobs waiting for his last breath. As the Shar-denn motto says: the only way out is dead.

No stranger to living complicated decisions, Adren is caught between worlds of cir own. As the child of a Shar-denn faction boss, cir life is a conflicted tangle of expectation and duty. When cir family is arrested, Adren manages to escape, but nowhere is safe. Desperate and on the run, Adren is determined to punish Ress for turning in cir family. No one who betrays the gang can live. Ress must pay the price, even if Adren has to go against everything ce is.

 


Pre-order the eBook from Less Than Three Press for 15% off!  *

{Available as mobi, ePub, and PDF. Pre-ordering from the publisher directly gets you the book the night before release day!}

 

You can also add it on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35069062-blood-borne

 

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Updates & Book Sale! ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT! {30% Off *All* LT3 Press Books + A Chance to Win THINGS}

 

It’s been another long month and a half since my last post, where The Head Cold of Head Colds was in full effect. I got over that ick situation… only to find myself in a new one. Following said HCoHC, I was left with permanently messed-up vision, complete with the need to wear an eye patch while trying to work. (Note: Wearing an eye patch AND glasses over it is SO not comfortable.)

Since then, I’ve met with an optometrist and got new glasses. Turns out my right eye is better than my last prescription and my left eye is dramatically worse and “cause for [some] concern” due to one of a few possible issues. (There was a lot of hmmm-ing during my eye exam and quizzical looks, though the exact cause is still a mystery, especially since my answers didn’t fall in line with other anticipated symptoms. I swear my cold did it, but apparently diabetes is a highly likely culprit. That or stress. SIGH.)

The good news is that my new glasses are fixing the problem so I can work again. \o/

That takes me to the great news:

(1) I received the cover for Blood Borne a few weeks ago! It’s lovelyyyyy, thanks to the always awesome Natasha Snow. (And by “lovely” I mean sinister, colourful, and holds a very special, unique place in the series.) I’m sitting on it until I have a release date and blurb, but the reveal is coming soon!

(2) I sent the completed first round of Blood Borne edits back to the publisher not too long ago.  I’m expecting a summer release date.

(3) Since I have my reading abilities back, I’ve resumed edits on Soulbound. There’s SO MUCH to do. Chop, chop, chop.

 

But Hey, There’s a SALE!!!
ON BOOKS!

 

It’s April, meaning it’s my publisher’s anniversary. Less Than Three Press is 8 years old, so they’ve been hosting a massive 30% OFF sale on ALL of their books ALL MONTH, plus a really awesome raffle, and multiple giveaways. There aren’t just grand prizes but also giveaways on the company’s Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr account.

There’s only 3 days left in the sale, so head on over and check out all the awesome works by my publisher brethren!

For the official  information on how to enter the raffle and everything anniversary, visit LT3’s website. Note: This sale applies only to books on their site, not at other retailers. But fear not! Their eBooks are available in mobi, pdf, and epub formats.

 

 

 

On a shameless promotional note, this means all of my books are available at 30% off at LT3. Until the end of April 30th, you can purchase any of them as eBooks for less than $5 each.

(Psssst… This is a great time to catch up on The Republic series before the next book comes out! Here’s the series reading order: Rule Breaker [The Republic #0.5] in the Won’t Back Down anthology + A Question of Counsel + Four.)

{For the Clan is a standalone sci fi-fantasy-dystopian, and the Enchanted Soles anthology contains my urban fantasy, Heart, Lace, and Soul, with four other fabulous stories. Click here or on the graphic below to see the listings for them all!}

 

Annnnnnnd the clock tells me it’s 8:30am, meaning it’s bedtime! (I am vampire, hear me hiss.) Have a lovely Friday, folks.

 

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To Live A Dragon (new WIP), Soulbound Edits, and a Cold I’d Like to Boot

 

Welcome to March. It’s been a while since I last posted, mostly because I’ve been editing but partially because I’ve been sick. Productivity has been at 0% for the last several days thanks to a nasty cold that’s rolling out headaches like they’re in style and screwing with my vision. Things are still pretty ick and my clarity’s in and out, but here’s an update!

 

Soulbound: Currently in Editing Mode

The big news: I finished the first draft of Soulbound at the end of January. \o/

Of course, it ended up being a whopping 173,500 words. A BRICK.

Yeah, that was so not the plan but mea culpa. Instead of sticking to Story A + B like the rest of the series, there’s A + B + C, split between two perspectives. Seeing as all of it converges, removing any of the story lines actually screws it up and alters later stories.

With that in mind, February was all about cutting back. The second draft currently sits at 149,000 words — not great, but better. (For comparison: an average novel for adults is usually between 50,000 and 120,000 words. Several epic fantasy/high fantasy novels like George R.R. Martin’s are somewhere between 150,000 and 200,000, which I’m no stranger to but not aiming for.) Once I’ve recovered, I’ll see about trashing a few thousand more words. So… there’s that. At least the first draft is done. I don’t feel as bogged-down and depressed as I did.

 

To Live A Dragon: New WIP!

I mentioned To Live A Dragon in January, but I didn’t have much except a loose plot. But once I watched the first episode of The Shannara Chronicles, everything changed.

Fact: when I get TV shows, movies, or books, I often don’t watch/read them right away. I shelve them until I’m ready. In the case of TSC, I’d put off watching it while I worked on my books. I adore Terry Brooks’ Shannara series (I’ve been reading his books since I was 12, maybe younger), but I didn’t want his world and my world getting all smashed up. So I waited until I had a clear head… which was absolutely brilliant because when I heard the opening song — “Until We Go Down” by Ruelle — THINGS poured out. I went from no story to ALL the story. Everything came up dragons.

 

 

Additionally, I found Ruelle’s “This Is the Hunt” (theme song from the TV show, Shadowhunters), “Where Do We Go From Here?“, “War of Hearts“, plus the rest of Ruelle’s catalogue and related artists (including Fleurie’s “Hurts Like Hell“). I’ve also been listening to The Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, Sarah Brightman, and Nightwish.

I’m so excited to be working on this project. It’s my first dragon story! More about it:

 

Genre: High fantasy + paranormal + urban fantasy
Paranormal aspect: Dragon shifters!

Characters: Paise & Kildee
Relationship: M (gay) / M (homoromantic asexual)

 

In a world where dragons are considered myths and frightening beasts of creative proportions, living as a dragon shifter requires secrecy above all else — a fact Paise Deschita has paid for with his life. After an accidental shift gone wrong, Paise went from successful structural engineer and city architect to dragon corpse, downed by military forces that feared he was an alien incursion or a terrorist attack.

That was when the rest of his life began.

Paise died a mortal of the Zunitsa nation but woke up a resident of Aramyra, the dragon afterworld. Surrounded by dragon shifters, full-blooded dragons, and allies of dragonkind, Paise is not alone in his tragedy. With the help of Kildee lale Morove, a shifter who died centuries before Paise was born, Paise has adjusted to his new home, a land where magic is everywhere and all dragons are safe. Thanks to a band of sympathetic mages, the dragons’ souls are tethered and controlled by their will, each bound to an egg kept in safeguarded hoards. Should any dragon wish to return to the world of the living, they have two choices: break their egg and be resurrected or take their egg to a mage and be reborn.

For Paise, staying dead is better than a second life. Though Paise has a secret too difficult to keep: he’s fallen in love with Kildee. After fifteen years of friendship, he wants to be boyfriends or even more — mates. Except Kildee doesn’t appear to feel the same, and asking to be more could end what they have.

But when Kildee disappears, his egg broken by a thief, it could be the end of their very deaths.

The people on the other side can’t be trusted, and the world is nothing like the one Kildee knew. If Paise is going to bring Kildee home, there’s only one way: rejoin the living and save Kildee from whatever nightmare awaits, even if it means facing fears that have never been gone or buried.

 

There’s so much more, but that’s the gist. Other highlights:

  • Paise and Kildee are complete opposites. Paise is very much a fire, earth, and stone type dragon: heavy, stubborn with a temper, and has the capacity to go completely Smaug on people. Kildee is chill, calm, all water, air, and ice — much more a pacifist…. unless he’s cornered.
  • Paise has a rugged, rocker vibe from the 1990s/2000s, and his idea of a shiny is the best motorcycle available, all chrome and expensive. Body modifications of note: full tattoo sleeves on both arms and dragon scales embedded in his back. Meanwhile, Kildee is a proper Victorian-esque gentlemen, three-piece suits and all. He used to be a Master Principal Artist, having achieved the roles of principal dancer, singer, and actor for an elite performance arts company. He’s classically trained, is very sweet on the eyes, and loves wearing shiny jewels, but also costumes and glitter.
  • And for those who want to see more aces in literature: Kildee is. He’s down with romantic gestures but not really with much more than that, and he doesn’t respond to sexual jokes/commentary or enjoy anything particularly lewd. Not to say he doesn’t like being courted — he revels in it, but only if the wooer actually pays attention to who he is and respects what he’s comfortable with. Sadly, the list of people who’ve done so is woefully short. He’s had it tough. But I promise this story has a happy ending.

 

So there’s the update for now. No doubt I’ll have something new in a few weeks!

 

 

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FOUR Blog Tour & Giveaway with Xpresso Book Tours!

 

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Four is on tour again this month! Once more, I’ve hooked up with Xpresso Book Tours for a review tour, complete with giveaway. There’s a chance for *4* lucky winners to win Amazon gift cards! Two winners will get a $10 gift card and two winners get a $5 gift card.

The tour runs all this week until this coming Saturday, February 11. Here’s the schedule, which will be updated with the specific links as the tour progresses. You can visit any of the posts to take part in the giveaway or follow this link to the Rafflecopter!

Huge thanks to all the bloggers and readers who are on the tour with me.   ♥♥♥

 

 

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