Sorry I’ve been quiet for so long. Work, work, work has been occupying my precious time.
I’ve got a book included in this coming Tuesday’s Romance Book Blast, where hundreds of authors give away amazing books to entertain you. That’s coming Oct 27th, so mark your calendar.
I’m having a 🎃Halloween sale on my site this weekend, so stay tuned for that as well.
Lastly, I’m re-releasing Journeyman’s Ride, a steamy steampunk (ha) romance I released with Carina Press years ago. The new title is God Touched, and aside from new edits for better readability, it’s the exact same story but with a kick-ass cover from James at GoOnWrite. (His covers are FABULOUS. It’s a good thing I’m short on cash or I’d be hip-deep in covers.)
Below, check out the excerpt for GOD TOUCHED, a western steampunk romance with heat.
EXCERPT:
“I was told I might find you here in Endville. This is Endville, I presume?” The woman glanced around her, looking at a handful of buildings in the gathering dust pushed by another swell of godsbreath. A dozen or more blood ravens perched once again on the highest branches of the few trees in town. Watching, always watching.
“Damned storms.” Danner slapped his trousers and tried to come to grips with everything that had just happened. But the energy flowing through his body made it hard to do more than feel. “How did you come through that in one piece?” he asked, nodding back at the wreck behind her.
She glanced over her shoulder, shivered, and then turned back to him with a sheen of tears in her eyes. The woman blinked back any sign of weakness in a hurry, and he had to respect her grit. That she’d walked away from the wreck behind her without falling all over herself in a panic was a definite point in her favor, especially with all the caterwauling around the train.
She bit her lower lip, and he wanted to soothe the sting with his tongue. To his surprise, she leaned closer. “Is there some place we might talk? In private, perhaps?”
She spoke the King’s Own English, that arched pitch stirring his arousal all too easily, making him question her arrival as more than coincidence. How the fuck had she survived the godbolts without a scratch on her?
“Follow me.” Afraid to touch her for fear of jumping her in the middle of town, he turned on his heel and forced one foot in front of the other, back toward the pressroom. Had to be the godbolts affecting him. Not her pretty little mouth or those long, trim legs.
He had to concentrate to keep his gaze straight ahead. On his way back, he ignored everyone gaping at them, no doubt aware of the spectacle he’d just made and her fortunate escape from sure death, and walked up the stairs to the room Parker had kindly given him. He waited for the woman to enter, then closed the door behind her, effectively sealing them together. Alone. In private.
“Talk,” he growled and put the bed between them. He clenched his hands tight in a vain attempt to ignore the carnal hungers seething within. The godbolts always ramped him up, but this wasn’t normal.
“Ah, right.” The woman nervously eyed the closed door before removing her hat, and a spill of white silk fell down her back. Shiny, so bright it almost hurt his eyes, her odd hair complemented the unique violet of her eyes.
“I’m waiting.” He crossed his arms over his chest, pleased when she swallowed audibly and focused on his straining biceps. The lightning was hell on his wardrobe. The shirt clung to him in tatters, exposing more than it covered. Thankfully, his trousers remained intact.
“My name is Miranda. I need to reach the Crystal Palace.”
He blinked and said nothing.
“My cousin is being held there.” She raised a hand and tugged at a thin chain around her neck, as if calling on it for strength. “If I don’t reach her within the next fifteen and a half days, a gang of cutthroats will kill her.”
“Why me?”
“What?”
He asked again, “Why me? There are more’n a dozen guides you’d have met before hitting Endville. Hell, this town is pretty much the last decent stop between civilization and sure death.”
“But you were recommended.”
“By who?”
She licked her lips, and he followed the motion too closely for his own peace of mind.