Friday, December 4, 2015

Coming sooner than you can imagine!**

At long last Caesar Romano and Dan Albright return!  With This Bling --available December 7th from Riptide Publishing. **

No celebration of Ce & Dan is complete without a little excerpt!

Like clockwork, a knock rattled the back door.
My ride, silhouetted in amber, filled the doorway. If I hadn’t expected him, his menacing shadow would have scared the crap out of me, particularly after this morning’s adventures. Sure, Poppy and I worked in a decent neighborhood, but New York was New York. And Dan enjoyed playing the part of sneaky bastard. His livelihood depended on stealth, and I swear he got a thrill every time I jumped.
As it was, my pulse fluttered at the sight of him, but I didn’t let on. I unplugged my laptop. “You can come in. Don’t lurk on the stoop.”
“I’m not lurking. I’m knocking. This is polite social behavior.”
“You are now, and always have been, ever the gentleman.”
“You better believe it, baby.” He opened the door, and his smile faded. “Why isn’t this locked? Anyone could have walked right in.”
“I just literally unlocked it.” A half-truth. “You were expected.”
“Expected,” he grumbled and made a show of flipping the latch, which seemed excessive since we were leaving and only an idiot would break in with Dan’s strapping shoulders clogging the entrance. He wore his usual blue jeans and black T-shirt, but without the butch biker boots. 
So, he’d taken the car and he planned a stakeout. No motorcycle. “Did you speak to the police?”
He tucked his sunglasses away and watched me putter. “They were about as helpful as that kid this morning.”
The summer sun had bronzed his cheek bones, and five-o’clock shadow covered his jaw, thick enough to be a beard by morning. He rested his butt against the gleaming stainless steel counter next to the sink, and stuffed his hand deep into the front pocket of his worn jeans, right next to his weighty package. Anyone else would have dug for a cell phone. Dan remained alert and ready for action, his eye on me.
My gaze drifted toward his crotch and hung there for a second.
“See something you like?”
“Mmm. Maybe.” I met his smile before returning to the scintillating task of coiling my power cord. “Exhibit A.” I nodded toward the glass of Sprite as I stowed the cord into a zippered pouch. “Your cable guy is a jerk.”
My fingers brushed across one of the numerous condoms I carried for emergencies. Poppy had thrown them inside my bag willy-nilly and all fifteen or more of them were clumped together. I frowned at the disarray, and when I looked back, Dan peeled his shirt over his head.
I froze. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He tossed the shirt on the counter, and his chest rippled. Laid bare were the thin scars that intrigued me and terrified me and reminded me of all the things I hadn’t asked him but should.
Dan folded his shirt, unhurried but determined, and I nervously followed the thin arrow of hair that disappeared into his waistband. “You do know the sign says, ‘No shirt, no service’?”
“If I keep my shirt on, will you service me?”
“I . . .”
He smiled evilly, and I bit my lip. Servicing him here at work? We’d never. I mean, it was simply not done. Not here. Not by us. Not yet, anyway.
Blood rushed south despite my lame protest. “I just cleaned the counter.”
“Then we won’t use the counter.”

Blog Tour begins Monday!


   **a little bird tells me With This Bling will be available on the Riptide website this weekend!**

3 comments:

lbgregg said...

Formatting is so hard.

Dee said...

I was one of the lucky one who get to read e-ARC of this book. Love Ce & Dan, no surprise there!
Happy close-to-release day!! 😘

Dee said...

Uhm. Just saw my emo didn't correctly appear at the end of comment.
It's supposed to be smooches emo btw..