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Swiped the links below from my street team leader’s blog. 🙂
There’s a blog tour kicking off.  I’ll be visiting the following blogs…

(totally swiped from my street team leader Kelly)
Fab Fantasy Fiction 1/6/2014 Interview
Queen of All She Reads 1/7/2014 Spotlight
LITERAL ADDICTION 1/8/2014 Spotlight
Wicked Readings by Tawania 1/9/2014 Spotlight
Blogging by Liza 1/10/2014 Spotlight
Lia Davis 1/13/2014 Interview
Smile Somebody Loves You 1/14/2014 Interview
Enchantress of Books 1/14/2014 Interivew
Book Loving Pixie 1/15/2014 Spotlight
The Reading Addict 1/15/2014 Q&A
Harlie’s Books 1/16/2014 Spotlight
Salacious Reads 1/17/2014 Spotlight

The tour lasts for the next week or so and there are prizes…

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The tour lasts for the next week or so and there are prizes. 🙂

“You want to ask Damon?”

The knot in my throat was about the size of the EpcotCenter, lodged there. Choking me. Shooting to my feet, I crossed the room to the small bar area. There was a stock of packaged water and I needed something. “Sure. You can have him call me when he gets in—”

The prickle of heat that I’d felt from Doyle was nothing like the wave of it that rolled across of my skin in the next moment. Gripping my water in my hand, I stared at the bar. “Damon’s in the Lair, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.” Doyle stayed on the couch. I could see him from the corner of my eye and he was watching me.

I could see the concealed entrance where we’d entered. I hadn’t been aware of it until Doyle had brought me through just moments earlier. As the wave of heat grew stronger and hotter, I tried to decide. Did I run for it?

Doyle wouldn’t stop me. I knew that.

Not his fault.

Closing my eyes, I twisted the top of my water and lifted it to my lips.

Damon.

My heart raced. It had been three weeks since I’d seen him. It seemed like longer. But it wasn’t long enough. I couldn’t—

The door opened. My hand convulsed on the water and the plastic crumpled. Lowering my gaze, I stared at the water and sighed. Dumping it in the recycler, I dried my hands off. I was surprised to see they weren’t shaking. That was nice, I thought. At least I could face him without showing how much of a mess I was.

He’d know, of course.

Damon always knew.

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Snippet… Broken Blade

BrokenBlade300Just a little over a day until Broken Blade releases…here’s a short snippet.

 

 

Damon’s gaze rolled between storm-cloud gray and green-gold.

The cat inside warred with the man and I didn’t know which one was going to take control at the moment.

Magic rolled around Justin as he glared at the shifter standing in the door and for the first time, I noticed that the silver on his sleeves was sparking. Not sparkling, but sparking, like it was shooting off energy.  It wasn’t just a trick of the light, either.

A growl trickled out of Damon’s throat as he stared at Justin.

Justin curled his lip at him.  “You want to go a round or two, pussy cat?”

I reached for the gun at my thigh and drew it. It wouldn’t kill Damon. I knew that. It would probably do a hell of a lot of damage to Justin, but unless I had it loaded with pure iron bullets—and I didn’t—it would only slow the witch down. Still, I didn’t want to hurt them. Well, I didn’t think I wanted to.

So I aimed at the floor between them and pulled the trigger. It was concrete under the carpet and while it tore the carpet up to hell and back, the floor itself wasn’t torn up too bad.  Maybe they had injuries from the shrapnel.  That thought made me feel better.

And now I had their attention.

“I’m not doing this,” I said quietly as I lowered the Desert Eagle. A pang of regret rolled through me. The gun just wasn’t as…poetic as my blade. But nobody could hear a blade the way they heard a mean-ass bitch like a Desert Eagle.

Justin shot a look at the floor and then at my gun. Damon just stared at him, face impassive. I crossed over to my desk and settled down, keeping the Eagle in my right hand. “If the two of you wanted to have a go, you could have done it without me in the picture. It’s been months and I’m sure you two can figure out how to track each other down. Right now, I’ve got a job to do and I don’t give a flying fuck what your problems are with each other.”

 

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