I may have missed the mark
on being able to do this with my whole backlist, but, well, it just came to
mind now, so this is how I’m going to bring up my backlist through the years. Just
as a reminder. And also allows me to realise who I have accomplished.
As of today it’s been a year
since I published Gotta Start Somewhere
It’s a quick, 6K contemporary
erotic romance, which was a fun little write that I thought everyone would love
to read. It’s FREE
i have actually added a prologue
to the whole thing, just something that I could add that people would comment
on in there reviews. I’ve written it for a paperback promotional thing April
Kelley and I are putting together and will come out in October.
Though as it’s a year since
the day I thought, for those who don’t know or haven’t read the story yet, here’s
a quick excerpt, for those who have here’s the new piece to the whole story.
Gotta Start Somewhere
Sean has always been a big boy, hairy,
manly, but that’s what’s on the outside.
For the men who just want Sean for his
body, it was not what was on the inside that mattered: it was the outside
package that counted most.
Set up by his mates, Sean entered the
horrors of a nightclub but he soon realises it could be the best lost bet of
his life.
James and his long-term partner have
finally broken up, and suddenly all James can think about is going for the man
he’s wanted since their first meeting.
But does James want him for Sean or to make himself better
after a breakup
EXCERPT
Never place a bet when everyone in the
room wants you to lose.
Sean sat around a table, drinks
near, poured down his throat. And yeah, it might have been his own hand doing
the pouring, but his mates were keeping him well lubricated, which should have
been his first clue that things weren’t going to be going in his favour. Still,
Sean was too sloshed to care at this point. Or maybe it was that he knew he was
in for some pain from the moment he stepped foot into the house, and there was
no way he was going to deal with it sober.
“Let’s play bullshit,” Rolf
said a little too excitedly for Sean’s liking, so he picked up his cup and
downed the rest of the contents.
Heaving himself up off the
chair, Sean went and got himself another drink as the rest of the guys in the
group got the cards set up.
Bullshit wasn’t a particular
hard game to play, hell, it wasn’t a particular interesting one either. What it
was, was the game his arsehole of friends played whenever ever they wanted
something and they knew they only way to get it was by making someone lose.
Sean had done this to them a
time or two, he knew the drill, the bet would be put down and the person would
fall for it every time.
Pride was predictable around a
bunch of drunken fuckers.
He included.
Resting his hands on the middle
bench of the kitchen at Ben’s house, Sean listened to the soft mumbles around
him, and contemplated his own doom.
He saw the signs—hell, he’d
already signed up for the prize. If he lost bullshit he’d be dressed as a
leprechaun and going out on the town.
Great.
Shit. He knew a setup when he walked
into one, unfortunately it was after the bet had been placed not before.
Fuck, he hated St Patricks day.
At least he did at this second, because of a bet that he was sure he was going
to lose, and a night that was going to go from horrible to worse.
He hated going out.
Sean looked around himself,
trying to work out what he wanted to drink first and came across a nearly full
bottle of Jack Daniel’s—that’ll fucking do. He picked up the bottle unscrewed
the lid and drank down a mouthful, only a slight wince shifted his shoulders as
the liquid splashed into his mouth and burnt down his throat.
“Come on Sean, can’t play
without you.”
“Sure you can,” Sean muttered,
but straightened up, took another heavy glop and went back out into the lounge
room determine not to lose this fucking bet.
BUY LINKS
1st edition
Amazon ǀ ARe ǀ smashwords
the 2nd edition wont be coming to an e-book near you until October 2015
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