HELL BENT, book #1 of the Broken Magic series (spinoff books from my Allie Beckstrom series) is out today!
Confetti!!! It’s a parade!! I’m so excited to share Shame and Terric’s story!
In case you missed Tiffany Rose’s fabulous graphics for the Shame and Terric countdown, here they are:
“How about you drink this?” Terric said.
I turned. He held the coffee out. “Why? Did you poison it?”
That, finally, got a dazzler of a smile out of him. “And ruin a good dark roast? Please.”
Tiffany deserves a HUGE round of applause for her time and effort creating and sharing these beautiful pics with us. Tiffany, you are an amazing talent! Thank you so much! *crowd goes wild*
And to further celebrate release day, let’s have another excerpt:
Just because I am a curious bastard, I took my time unlocking my door, waiting to see who had arrived behind me.
The footsteps paused. Something scratched and skittered.
I glanced over at the stairs.
Dessa slipped up the last few steps, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder, large purse over the other, and a square, cloth-covered wire cage in one hand. She stopped. Waited for me to say something.
“Miss me already?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean, you appear to be stalking me.”
“No,” she said, “I’m renting a room.”
“Next to mine.”
“Is it?” she asked with an air of innocence that fooled no one. “They said it was the only room that was open.”
“You aren’t worried about me being here, are you Shame? Afraid of a little girl next door?”
I smiled, leaned against the hall and pointed at the cage she was carrying. “What’s in the cage?”
“It’s not a cage, it’s a hat box.
“With a cloth over it.”
“I have shy hats.”
“Come on now. Let’s have a see.”
She shook her head. “My curtains don’t rise just because some man expect them to. Ruins the mystery.”
The hat box scratched and skittered again.
“Bird? Gerbil? Lizard? Am I close?”
“Fedora, cloche, baseball. Hats.” She walked down to the door on the left, flicked her keys forward into her fingers. She unlocked the door, and leaned into the room.
This is an old inn and the doors are narrow. She had to slide in sideways, which meant the cloth over the cage lifted and I saw a tiny furry black and white face, with close-set ears.
A ferret. She was smuggling a ferret into the inn.
“There’s a no-pet rule, you know,” I said.
“Oh?” she asked unconcerned.
“Yes. So make sure your hats don’t go for a stroll in the middle of the night.”
She was in the room now, and had placed the cage on the floor. “I assure you, my hats are very well behaved.” She shut the door, and I heard the slide and click of the locks setting.
In stores now.