UTA: I’ve notified the people who were getting arcs… thanks to everybody who requested. Much appreciated!
I’m going to give away copies. Not sure how many. Depends on response.
All you gotta do is post a review to Amazon or BN. Good or bad, all I ask is your honest opinion and you don’t have to be a professional reviewer… readers are really just looking for other people’s thoughts on a book.
For a woman he can’t touch, he’ll turn Hell inside out.
An FBI Psychics Novella
There’s only one reason Jay Roberts would set foot in a middle-of-nowhere town like Hell, Georgia. She’s got a bone to pick with her sort-of boyfriend. They only met online, but things got hot and heavy before their cyber link went silent.
She’s here to get in his face for an explanation. But no touching. Her psychic abilities make physical contact…complicated. Yet something about this relationship made her think things would be different. She’s not in Hell twenty minutes before bad vibes have her skin crawling.
Corruption has stained the very fabric of Linc Dawson’s town, and now it’s stolen something very dear to him. The last thing he has time for is nursing Jay’s broken heart.
But Jay isn’t going anywhere. Not only because she’s not giving up on him, because she’s got access to the kind of backup nobody wants on their bad side. And Linc discovers the woman who’s afraid to touch him could actually be his best chance. At salvation, at hope, at life. Maybe even love…
Warning: This book contains a not-so-naive virgin, a pissed-off former cop, lots of frustration, if you know what I mean, and more trouble than either of them know what to do with.
“Into the shower,” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth, smiling as a long, slow shudder rocked her. She did that, a lot, like his touch was something that sent her very world quaking.
Dealing with his jeans, he urged her into the enclosure and turned on the jets. It was programmed to the temperature he preferred and he watched as her eyes closed in bliss. He was going to enjoy this, slicking her down with his soap, washing her hair. As he slicked the shampoo through her pink- and blue-streaked hair, he was caught off-guard. The rainbow of color washed out and she smiled at him, a sleepy, sexy smile that turned his dick to stone and his heart to mush. “Hair chalk,” she said softly. “I don’t always have the sort of job that lets me walk around with pink and blue hair. Plus sometimes I want orange or green. Or orange and pink.”
“You’re into variety,” he murmured, rinsing the shampoo from strands made dark gold by the water.
He eased closer to the gash, checked the bandage. “Feel okay?” he asked, painfully aware of the rasp in his voice.
“Yeah.” She shrugged. “Just sore.”
He nodded, told himself he should finish this up, tuck her in bed.
He wouldn’t though, not unless that was what she wanted.
He turned her around, stroked his hands down her naked back. Pale skin, swirls of ink. “All these tattoos,” he muttered, pressing a kiss the vining roses that climbed up her spine. “They drive me nuts. Why roses?”
Her breath skittered out of her on a sigh and she glanced back at him, her hair dripping in her eyes. “My grandmother…reminds me of her. Happy memories. There were roses that climbed up the wall to the window of the room where I stayed when I visited.”
There were a lot of roses.
And thorns. Many thorns. “And the thorns?”
“For the pain.” Her eyes clouded and she looked back at the wall. “A lot of it, growing up. I put a thorn for the really bad memories.”
He had counted nearly three dozen thorns.
He paused, his hands tightening on her hips. Just what could linger over from childhood that a woman of twenty-five would feel the need to mark her flesh like this? Over and over? “Are the thorns done?”
For a long, long moment, she was quiet, the only sound the water raining down around them. Then she sighed, pressing her brow to the wall in front of her. “No. I’ll never be done, Linc.”
She turned around them and slid her hands around his waist, plastering her wet, naked body to his. “I don’t want to talk about the roses, the thorns…I don’t want to talk at all. I want you. Just you.”
He hesitated. In the back of his mind he suspected this was a mistake. There were things he needed to do, things they needed to say. And he couldn’t help but think how he planned on dragging this fucking town down with him. Into the pits of a very real hell. Making everybody who’d turned their backs on his daughter suffer.
Jay’s hands came up, cupped his face. “One night,” she whispered. Her lips were cool, soft against his, and the water slicked their bodies together. “We can have one night.”
He banded his arm around her waist and hauled her against him.
With his free hand, he fumbled and managed to turn off the shower.
If they only had the one night, he’d have her in his bed.
Where he’d dreamed of just this.
He moved out of the shower and she almost made him forget his intentions, almost made him lose his mind as she slid against him, wet and slick, the folds of her sex parting around him as she arched and moved, wiggling almost desperately.
“Now,” she muttered, leaning in to sink her teeth into his lower lip.
So… want a copy? Just leave your name down below. If you blog and want to post a review to your blog, that’s fine, but I really want the reviews on Amazon and/or BN primarily. If you get a copy, you’re agreeing to post a review to one of those sites…an honest review, that’s all I ask, and I’d like to have it posted in March. It’s due out next week and no, it doesn’t have to be posted then, just sometime this month, if at all possible.
It’s a novella, not a full length book. Also, my FBI books do get kind of dark, sometimes violent, so be warned.
Reviews really do matter. The more reviews a book has, the more ‘discoverable’ a book is…basically, the easier a book is to find during search results, the more it pops up with ‘other readers looked at’, etc, all that crap. This means…more sales. While that doesn’t matter to you, in the long run, it’s good for you, because if you like a series, the series that do well are the ones the author is going to pursue the hardest.
Since I’m trying to build interest in the FBI Psychics, if you dig that series, you can imagine why reviews on these are really, really crucial. The series is kind of a turning point.
While this book is part of a series, I write the FBI Psychics to stand alone. The only connecting theme is that one or both characters will be a psychic so even if you haven’t read any of the other books, you’ll be able to follow fine.
So…interested? If so, leave your name below and thank you…