I love being part of the TRS parties simply because I get to share my books and characters with all of the readers here. I am currently working on self-publishing the third book in my Cedar River series and did a cover art reveal on my Facebook page and blog.
Here is a new excerpt from the first book in the series, Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart:
Bowie was poised with his hand ready to knock on our door. Bowie flashed his “don’t you find me sexy” smile and Brady just nodded to her.
“Ana, they’re here,” she called out.
When Bowie came into the room, I threw my sneaker at him. “Hey, kitten,” he said with a
grin that always aggravated me.
“Shut the f*** up, Bowie Golden,” I said before turning to Brady. “How the hell did he talk
you into this, Brady?” Brady just smiled at me, ever the silent type. “Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I had plans tonight? No, Annie doesn’t get to date, does she? I have to be available for every whim Bowie has.”
Bowie’s eyes flashed and his grin became lethal. “What plans did you cancel for me, kitten?
Something really special?”
I picked up a paperweight and threw it at him. The shit caught it one-handed and set it down.
Brady pushed Bowie out into the hall and closed the door. “Do you have to piss him off every time you see him?” Brady asked me.
“I’m tired of jumping through his hoops of flame, Brady. I left home to get away from the ever watchful eye of Sheriff Golden and his posse of idiots. I’m making friends here. I have a life. Hell, I’ve even gone on a few dates without the four of you puffing fire down my neck. And do you want to know something? I like it! When I’m here, I’m just plain, old Ana. I’m no one special. I don’t stand out in a crowd.”
Brady chuckled, “I doubt that, kitten, but I do understand what you’re saying. We love you and if we hadn’t come up tonight, Mama would have been up tomorrow.We figured it would be better if we came tonight to check on you and talk about what is happening.”
I got up to hug him tightly. “I’ve missed you, Brady. How have you been?”
After a few more moments, I walked to the door and opened it. Bowie was leaning against the wall, answering e-mails. “You can come inside, but only if you can behave yourself.”
Bowie’s gaze held a little more fire than usual. “Someone named Toby stopped by to “holla”
at you. I told him you were busy with us tonight.”
“God, Bowie! Why did you do that? Now, Toby will think…oh what the hell does it matter?
Thanks a lot,” I said, the sarcasm dripping from the words.
I’m giving away an e-copy of Keeper of the Golden Dragon’s Heart and an e-copy of Natural Born Enemies for this party. Be sure to enter to win!