What a great way to kick off Release Week for DEEP PLUNGE (SoulShares #3) – participating in the Long and Short Reviews 6th Anniversary Bash! If you’re finding me for the first time through the Long and Short Reviews site, welcome – and don’t forget to go back for more Q&A all week long, August 26-30! And to my regular followers, LASR is hosting a week of Twenty Questions, all about your favorite authors. Check their site, and see how I – and many other authors of romance and erotic romance – answered some VERY interesting questions. Oh, and did I mention prizes? Yes, there are prizes. Four $100 Amazon gift cards, publishers’ gift cards, books, e-books, and author swag galore! (Please, no one tell my teenaged son I used the word “swag”. He’s threatened to die of shame if it ever gets back to him. I think it means something else to his generation…) Here’s the link back to LASR:
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And to thank you for stopping by – yes, I have a new release coming out on Friday, August 30. DEEP PLUNGE is the third in the SoulShares series, m/m urban fantasy erotic romance. An excerpt follows, just to whet your appetites. And everyone who comments below or follows my blog will be entered into a drawing for a free Kindle copy of DEEP PLUNGE. (Yes, if you both comment and follow, you’ll be entered twice.) Enjoy, and good luck, and happy reading!
“Sit down.” Tiernan motioned toward the chair in front of the desk as he dropped into his own.
“Thanks, I prefer to stand.” Lochlann arched a brow, looking pointedly down at the other Fae.
“I am sprung from the loins of an entire race of assholes.” Tiernan rolled his eyes, turning in his chair to check out the monitors before swinging back to look narrowly up at Lochlann. “Although without the attitude, I have to admit, I’d have a hard time believing you’re Fae.”
“Sus do thón,” Lochlann offered pleasantly.
“Yeah, up yours, too, and may you have much joy of it.” Tiernan leaned back in his chair, put his bare feet up on the desk, and crossed his arms behind his head. “Speaking of which, what did you say that spooked Garrett like that? I don’t take kindly to my dancers being treated badly. Unless they want to be, in which case it’s none of my fucking business.”
Lochlann’s lip curled in a snarl. “It was nothing I said. It was…” His voice trailed off, as he remembered the way the ash-grey aura had curled up out of the human’s body, wisps of smoke from a fire nearly dead, weaving themselves into a shroud. “He has AIDS.”
Tiernan shook his head. “No. He’s HIV-positive. There’s a big difference.”
“Don’t condescend to me.” Lochlann bent forward, knuckles resting on the desk, looming over the other Fae. “I know what I saw. My Demesne is Water, my gifts are healing and empathy. I saw his aura. He’s dying.”
The words caught at his throat, clawed, as they left him. My scair-anam is dying, and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it. A healer who can’t heal.
Rory Ni Coileain 