Not one, but TWO Dames have new books out today, and so does excellent author Jocelynn Drake! But wait, there’s more! This post is also stop #11 on the TIN SWIFT blog tour which means you can read chapter 11 of the serial short story, HANG FIRE, and win a steampunk prize pack and copy of TIN SWIFT.
Just to spice things up, we also have a yummy excerpt from Dani Worth’s AFTER THE CRUX.
Let’s get on with the celebrating!
Rinda Elliot, who writes steamy post-apocalyptic erotica romance under the name Dani Worth, has a new novella out today!
AFTER THE CRUX – Dani Worth
In a lonely, plague-devastated world, it is definitely not every man for himself.
Seventeen years after the Crux Virus wiped out most of the world’s population, Ross is doing what he can to keep his small community safe from raiders in a self-contained artist retreat in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico. He’s made a habit of collecting survivors and they’ve all become family, but the most important members have always been Jenna and Dorian.
At fourteen, Ross stumbled into the basement where the nine-year-olds were hiding and the three have been together ever since. Years later, Jenna and Dorian became lovers. Now, at thirty, Ross hopes to find a love of his own on supply runs, but he suffers incredible guilt because his heart has long been snagged by his two best friends.
Alone with his tangled emotions, Ross is about to discover that his friends have their own ideas about their relationship…and how it is about to change.
When Ross next opened his eyes, the first things he saw were the creamy curves of Jenna’s breasts. She slept on her side next to him and her breasts were pressed together and nearly spilling out of her red tank top.
“Like the shirt? It’s only been the height of fashion for eighteen years now.”
Ross jerked his gaze up to her amused face.
Chuckling, she scooted down until their faces were even. That’s when he noticed Dorian’s arm around her as the other man adjusted to her movements, tightening his arm around her waist.
“So,” she whispered. “How’s your ass?”
He frowned. “You know very well I didn’t get stabbed in the ass.”
“Close enough.” Her amusement faded. “It’s getting more dangerous out there, isn’t it? Maybe we should send more people on supply runs.”
“And risk losing anyone? We still don’t have enough adults here.”
She touched his cheek. “We can’t lose you, Ross. I couldn’t bear it.”
“All these years and this is my first serious injury. I promise, it won’t happen again.” He shifted on the bed, winced as pain slashed across his leg and up into his back. He froze. It was better to keep still.
“Still hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. But it didn’t hurt like this before. Like I said, Dorian’s a sadist.”
“Maybe in your fantasies,” Dorian muttered. Black curls arrived before dark, sleepy eyes focused on Ross as Dorian lifted his head to look at him over Jenna’s head.
Ross held his breath. Dorian’s silky, black hair tangled with the snow white of Jenna’s as the two gazed at him. True affection shone from both black and green eyes. “I really missed you guys.” Ross cleared his throat at the gruff tone of his voice.
Jenna reached out and slid her hand under his before threading their fingers together. “We missed you, too.”
He rested his cheek on the soft pillow, feeling the need to shave when his whiskers rasped the cotton. “So, did you cave and look at all the stuff we brought?”
“No. We’ve only seen the wine and the boy.” Jenna frowned. “He’s not saying much yet, but damn, he likes to eat. He polished off four bowls of soup and three slices of Lynn’s applesauce cake.” She sighed. “Georgia couldn’t get him to move into the wing with the other kids. He bunked down on one of the couches in the family room.”
“He talked a little during the drive. Said he’s been alone a long time. Possibly over a year before the raiders found him. He mentioned he’d been living with another survivor but from his expression, I got the feeling that survivor didn’t stick around. He’ll fit in soon enough.” He smiled, squeezed her fingers lightly. “I can’t believe you haven’t looked at the stuff in the truck.”
“No one has—not Lynn, not even the kids. We all know how much you love doling out the gifts.”
“Like Santa Claus.” Dorian brushed his hair off Jenna’s cheek, kissed it, then snuggled closer to her back. He stared at Ross quietly.
“But way hotter than dear old Saint Nick.” Jenna grinned.
Ross, suddenly hyper-aware of Dorian’s stare and the feel of Jenna’s soft palm against his, thought about what it would be like to wake like this every day for the rest of his life. To smell Jenna’s jasmine lotion and Dorian’s spicy, homemade aftershave, to bask in the warmth of their affection…their bodies.
For a second, sadness turned him inside out and he understood that no matter how hard he looked for more adults out there, for a woman of his own he could love, his heart was already here, with them.
THE ASYLUM INTERVIEWS BRONX - Jocelynn Drake
The first of two prequel stories to Jocelynn Drake’s Angel’s Ink.
It’s not easy being a tattoo artist and a wizard, especially when you’re in hiding. Or when a botched ink job has amplified an incubus’s existing sex appeal into one that could wreck the whole town. And your only help is a troll.
TIN SWIFT – Devon Monk
In steam age America, men, monsters, machines and magic battle to claim the same scrap of earth and sky. In this chaos, one man fights to hold on to his humanity–and his honor. . .
Life on the frontier is full of deceit and danger, but bounty hunter Cedar Hunt is a man whose word is his bond. Cursed with becoming a beast every full moon, Cedar once believed his destiny was to be alone. But now, Cedar finds himself saddled with a group of refugees, including the brother he once thought lost.
Instead of an excerpt, we have chapter 11 of HANG FIRE:
HANG FIRE takes place between book #1, DEAD IRON and book #2 TIN SWIFT. The story is broken into 20 “chapters” and posted, one chapter at a time, on 20 awesome blogs. To read the whole story, start at chapter 1 at www.candacesbookblog.com and follow the “read the next chapter” links at the end of the post. You can also find links to the entire tour here (links are updated daily.)
…read chapter 10 at: Rachel Vincent’s blog:
HANG FIRE – Chapter 11
“Hit him again, Mr. Seldom!” Captain Hink ordered.
His second had unloaded one shot directly into the unknown airship’s envelope, but she was a big enough brawler to need another hole or two to send her back to land, and away from Captain Hink’s glim claim above the clouds.
Mr. Seldom reloaded the nine-pounder in record time, and aimed it out the port door, close to point-blank as they could get without scraping hulls. The blast from the canon was sweet music to Captain Hink’s ears as he gave the Swift all steam and steered her out of the other ship’s range.
A spray of bullets nicked the hull, but a bullet or two wouldn’t do much to an airship built out of tin.
Captain Hink laughed. “Give me your eyes, Mr. Guffin.”
Mr. Guffin, on the starboard side door, pulled his breathing gear away from his face and swung out to the running board, harness line clipped to the side bar, hand on the deadman’s grip.
After a heartbeat or two, he swung back in. “She’s black-plumed, Captain! Boilers are going to have to throw a lot more than smoke to get her down soft.”
“Nice shooting, Mr. Seldom,” Captain Hink glanced over his shoulder at the Irish. Mr. Seldom gave him a one-handed salute, already busy wetting down the canon for another shot.
“You bringing her back around for the other buzzard?” Mr. Guffin asked, chomping at the bit for his chance to fire off a round or two.
Captain Hink gave it a moment of thought. Wasn’t much in his nature to hesitate over anything to do with his ship, his crew, or his glim claim. But Les Mullins’s ship, the Iron Draught, posed a bit of a puzzle.
Hink had long suspected Mullins was tangled up with an old enemy, General Alabaster Saint. And Captain Hink had long suspected General Saint was the lynchpin behind the glim pirate trade that was a growing problem since the end of the war.
But if Mullins was one of Alabaster Saint’s spies, then that meant he knew Captain Hink was a US Marshal. Might even know that he was out here trawling the glim fields under pretense to find the pirates, the men they answered to, and the plans they had for stockpiling glim.
“Captain?” Mr. Guffin asked again. “Orders?”
…read chapter 12 at: My Bookish Ways
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