Month: February 2013

Sneak Peak Sunday is a blog hop where authors share a snippet of a book or work in progress. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

(If you happen to follow my alter-ego’s blog, I take part in a similar blog hop on Saturday, but that one focuses on science fiction and fantasy.)

This week, I’m sharing another snippet from my paranormal romance Close Quarter, which is available now from Loose Id and other outlets.

Last week, Silas told Rhys he was one of the fae. This snippet is from slightly later during dinner, from Rhys’s POV.  Rhys doesn’t believe Silas… and tells him he’s full of shit.

Silas rose and towered over the table. “Do you require more proof?”

He was afraid to say yes. Afraid to say no as well. “What are you going to do?”

“I haven’t decided.” He rounded the table and looked down at Rhys. “Truth is, I could lay you out on the table, strip you naked, and fuck you senseless, and no one would bat an eye. In the end, our waitress would simply come over and offer us dessert.”

Rhys’s mouth went dry.

Ah, Fae glamour. It’s a useful thing.

Sneek Peak Sunday is a blog hop where authors share a snippet of a book or work in progress. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

(If you happen to follow my alter-ego’s blog, I take part in a similar blog hop on Saturday, but that one focuses on science fiction and fantasy.)

This week, my snippet comes from my paranormal romance Close Quarter, which is available now from Loose Id and other outlets.
In this snippet, Silas has just sat down for dinner with Rhys and is about to tell Rhys the very last thing in the world he expects.

Rhys laughed. “What are you, then? Some sort of magician?”

“No, not a magician.” He picked up his glass and drained the last of his scotch. Set it back down. “I’m one of the fae.”

Once more, Rhys went taut with shock. “Fae. You mean like a fairy?”

“Well, I don’t have wings. Nor do I fly about trailing pixie dust.” Silas stroked his thumb over the top of Rhys’s hand. “And I am a bit longer than five inches.”

Color drained from Rhys’s cheeks. “You’re serious.”

“Very.”

 

I’ve decided to join up for Sneek Peak Sunday! It’s a blog hop where authors share a snippet of the WIP. More snippets can be found by checking out the Sneak Peek Sunday blog.

(If you happen to follow my alter-ego’s blog, I take part in a similar blog hop on Saturday, but that one focuses on science fiction and fantasy.)

My snippet comes from Strong in Spirit, a sequel of sorts to my paranormal romance Close Quarter.

Vasil stared at the wall of books before him. The living room of Altan’s flat smelled pleasantly of lemon and leather, the latter either from the hundreds of volumes before him or the couch that sat opposite the floor-to-ceiling shelves.

He hadn’t realized he was blocking the doorway until Altan nudged him further into the room. The brief contact of Altan’s hands on his shoulders drove a spike of heat down to the base of his spine and he couldn’t help the small gasp of air he took.

If Altan noticed, he gave no sign. With a casual ease, he tossed his keys onto a small marble-topped table by the door. “Please don’t drool on the rug. I’ve just had it cleaned.”