A Gift for You
Before the party kicks off with my first guest, I have a few presents to offer you. Extra excerpts from recently released books and maybe some upcoming books to peak your interest.
First up:
Following the Law
Southern Charm 5
Released: August 2015
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Following the Law
Southern Charm 5
Released: August 2015
Pride Publishing Amazon All Romance
Blurb:
Sheriff Robin Burke is
upset and pissed-off. His quiet seaside town is troubled with all kinds of
problems. Looking for the man who tried to poison Samuel Ashford is high on his
priority list, but there is more in store. When someone he crushes on returns,
he hopes to work out his non-existent love life.
Returning from London,
Beau Courtenay discovers an invader of his home, his troubled half-brother.
Dealing with the chaos, he is busy with a massive backlog of work, renovating
the entire Southern Charm system, and others. He finds another troubling detail
in the form of tiny interfaces. There's also the allure of the sheriff
distracting him and threatening to reveal his darkest secret.
What happens when Robin
connects his suspect to the handsome IT geek with the delicious British accent and
tight ass? Can Beau help the sheriff follow the law to prosecute everyone who
dares to attack their beloved town?
Excerpt:
Beau
wandered away while Candice worked with the elaborate hissing, steaming and
brewing
machines. He moved through some of the stacks, checking out the various items
offered
for sale and how they’d changed from the last time. Seeing a few of his
favorite chips
and
treats, he snagged some off the shelf to add to his purchases.
The
bell dinged with another entrance.
“Hello,
Sheriff, right on time. Want your usual?” Candice asked.
Sheriff?
Here? Now? Oh, bollocks.
Lifting
his head, Beau looked over the stacks toward the door and saw the tall,
handsome
sheriff
stepping out of the bright morning light and into the store. The man removed
his
Stetson,
shoving fingers through his ebony hair cut in a military pattern. Beau felt his
knees
weaken.
“Hey,
Candice, make it a double on the espresso. I’m running on empty and stressed,”
the
sheriff said.
“Oh
dear. Are you still looking for the one who poisoned the new co-owner?”
“Yes.
The search is ongoing.” The sheriff stopped and turned his head. “Hello there,
Beau,
it’s
good to see you again.”
Beau
stopped and gave an idiotic wave. “Hello, Sheriff.”
“When
did you get back from London?”
“The
other night,” Beau said.
Bollocks
and fuck a duck, the man’s talking to me! Me!
“I
hope your trip went well. I heard from Maggie about your father. I’m sorry to
hear he
was
so ill.”
“He
suffered from a series of heart attacks, but is recovering. My stepmother
requested I
fly
over to assist with the company. Thankfully, my dad is getting stronger and I
left the
company
in my uncle’s care.”
“Good
to hear. I’m sure you’re happy to be home.”
“I
am.”
“By
the way, Maggie mentioned something to one of the deputies about some unknown
alarm
notices. Would you like me to send someone to your home and check out the
system?”
Ready
to strangle Maggie for her ‘helpfulness’, Beau cleared his throat and moved
around
the shelves to stand in the same aisle as the sheriff. “The code used was one
for family.
It’s
not a well-known code.”
“Did
someone use this old code while you were gone?”
“My
half-brother. I’m dealing with him.”
“Sounds
like you don’t connect with your brother.”
“I
deal with him when he comes around and forget about him when he’s not,” Beau
said.
The
sheriff sneezed and sniffed at something. He raised an eyebrow and looked at
Beau
in
a strange fashion. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Pardon?”
“When
did you start smoking?”
Beau
blinked at the odd question. He remembered what had happened and cursed under
his
breath. “My half-brother. He blew a nasty puff of smoke at me.”
“Weed?”
Beau
nodded.
“Hmm.
Not you?”
“Shite,
no!
“Beau,
your order is ready,” Candice said.
Swallowing
at the slight awkwardness, Beau glanced back at the sheriff. “Excuse me,
please.”
The
sheriff stepped back and waved the path with a hand. “It’s good to have you
home.
I’m
sure either one of the laptops or a server at the station will throw a kink in
the works to get
some
of your personal attention.”
“They
usually do like to throw their little tantrums.”
“Perhaps
you’ll give someone else some personal attention, too, if needed.”
Raising
an eyebrow in silent question, Beau wondered if the law officer was attempting
to
flirt with him. “Perhaps. If it’s needed,” he said and walked away from the
gorgeous man.
He
swore he felt a pair of eyes watching his ass.
What
the hell is my attraction to foreign accents?
Robin
cursed under his breath as his cock continued to throb and press against his zipper.
If
it didn’t let up, there would be zipper marks against his shaft. He shifted and
lowered a hand
to
rearrange himself. Ever since his first lover had whispered sweet nothings in a
gorgeous
Italian
lilt while fucking him, Robin had been lost when he heard an accent.
Walking
into the Shoppe needing an extra kick of caffeine to get his mind moving to
deal
with
another day of catching an elusive attacker, he hadn’t expected to hear the
rich caress of
a
British accent. It curled and lifted around the tones, changing them to
something more than
mere
English.
When
he’d recognized that the accented voice belonged to Beau Courtenay, he hadn’t
been
able to help but move closer to him. At the same time, he’d lowered his Stetson
to hide
his
growing erection. It wouldn’t be proper for a law officer to pop wood in the
middle of a
store.
He’d turned to meet the man’s dark blue gaze when Beau had appeared around the
end
of
an aisle.
There
was something about the slender well-dressed Brit with the bright-colored canvas
sneakers.
Beau hid his quirky nature behind a shy smile. Then there was his competence
and
belief
in his ability to understand and manipulate electronics. Altogether, Beau was
an
intriguing
and mysterious package.
Why
the hell would his half-brother blow weed smoke in his face?
Damn,
I want to know more.
After
a far too quick conversation, Beau picked up his order and chatted with
Candice.
Robin
stared at Beau’s bubble-butt covered in dark chocolate slacks as he walked out
of
the
door.
“One
sweet ass,” he muttered.
“Sheriff
is hooked, line and sinker,” Candice teased. “By our lovely Brit too. Rather
intriguing.”
“Oh,
shush,” Robin said.
Laughing,
Candice held out the large cup. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
“Thanks,
Candice.” He headed toward the door.
“For
what it’s worth, I think you should go for it. He’s single. You’re single. Ask
him. All
he
can say is no,” Candice called out.
“Don’t
need dating advice, nor do I have time to give him the proper attention he
deserves,”
Robin said.
“There
is more to life than a job. Even for an exceptionally dutiful sheriff of a
small
county.”
Robin
waved and walked out of the door. He headed to the closest parking lot and
watched
a shiny, curvy Audi drive away with Beau at the wheel. He whistled low in
appreciation
of the beautiful piece of machinery. He wondered what it would be like to
drive,
to
get it in the open and feel the horsepower.
Instead,
all he could do was get in his SUV and drive to the station. After checking in
and
handling
the morning conferences and updates, Robin went to his office and studied the
information
board, which held everything about the investigation regarding the possible
attempted
murder of Samuel Ashford.
