Hey guys! I’ve got some great news! On July 25th
Priceless will be released by
Dreamspinner. Below the cover is a link that will take you to it. (and oh my God, what a cover the artist came up with!!)
Now, I plan to do a contest the day Priceless is released. Just fyi, lol. I'll be visting some blogs too, and there might be a contest going on there. *Grin* I'll let ya'll know what's happening. I'm still setting up interviews/guest blogs.
God guys, I've waited a long time to see this day. And speaking of, I've got Perfect just about ready to send to Dreamspinner, possibly this week. Then Pure will be next. *Then* I'll focus The Harvest!
~M
God guys, I've waited a long time to see this day. And speaking of, I've got Perfect just about ready to send to Dreamspinner, possibly this week. Then Pure will be next. *Then* I'll focus The Harvest!
~M
Blurb:
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in
Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into
Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside
everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with
Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything
money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has
taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when
Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know,
Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but
this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden
arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy
back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other
plans for Cupid.
Excerpt:
After being carded yet
again, the young-looking man entered the casino. Turquoise eyes sparkled with
mischief as he searched the mob of people. He brushed his curly blond hair out
of the way, looking for a certain type of person this time. Now he just needed
inspiration to strike and he had his trusty arrows ready to go. Moving through
the crowds, he looked this way and that. So many lonely humans to choose from,
so many needed love in their life.
He was known by many
names, but he preferred Cupid, the name his mother had given him. Greek
mythology, Roman mythology… he shrugged. Little did the humans know just how
badly they had messed up the pantheon, not that it mattered. He knew the truth,
as did others of his kind.
His eyes searched the
casino once more… there. There was what he was looking for. That man. With a
grin he moved through the crowd.
* * * *
With a lazy, bored air,
Garrett scanned the casino crowd at the Palms in Las Vegas, his eyes not seeing
anything around him. He was restless, and even the usual thrill of gambling
didn’t interest him. Idly, he bounced the dice in his hand, uninterested in the
high-stakes game of craps he was playing. The crowd around him gasped when his
luck took a turn for the worse, and he lost more on one roll than what some people
made in a year. But even that didn’t snap him out of his current mood. Suddenly
his luck changed with the next roll of the dice.
A shiver rolled through
his body, and the hair pricked at the back of his neck. Something, a shift in
the atmosphere maybe, caught his attention. Once again he scanned the crowd
around the craps table, searching for… something. His eyes snapped back and
focused on the man across the table from him. Time shifted and slowed, and the
annoying noise of the casino floor receded into the background until all he
could see was him.
Garrett’s heart shifted
into fourth gear, revving wildly, then kicked in and took off at a pulse
pounding pace. His mind conjured up a series of Technicolor scenes that
required the man across from him to pose, bend, and stretch into any number of
erotic and explicit positions. Garrett’s eyes traveled up to startled molten
silver eyes, and another shiver raced through his body.
Those eyes shone with a
sweet innocence Garrett rarely saw and doubted existed anymore. His mind
crackled with disbelief. No one was that innocent, no one. But a long-buried
part of his soul whispered in his ear… what if? What if the guy wasn’t a player
and was what he seemed? Surprised by his body’s reaction, he decided to find
out. He pinned the man across the table from him with his cold stare. A slight
smirk hovered around Garrett’s mouth as he motioned the guy over next to him.
* * * *
Randy listened to the
crowd cheer a player at the craps table. He strained to see, but being neither
exceptionally large nor tall, he was at a distinct disadvantage. Then there was
a break in the crowd and Randy wedged himself closer to the table. Dead center
of the insanity, the very picture of male perfection stared at him intently.
He was taller than
Randy by several inches, and his hair was the color of coffee, with silver
streaks around the temples. It was cut above his ears with the back touching
his collar. The top was teased a bit to stand up. He had a goatee and a dimple
in his cheek, giving him a seductive, chiseled look. His eyes were the most
amazing shade of minty green.
Muscular broad
shoulders and a nice expanse of chest were wrapped in a desert sage dress shirt
from the Prada’s line and matched with, oh yes, what was surely a tight ass poured
into a pair of Botticelli’s handmade Italian jeans. He had to be in his early
forties, a few years older than Randy.
His fingers, long and
narrow, idly shifted through a huge mound of chips. Randy’s startled eyes
landed on the fortune in front of the man. His eyes widened at the amount of
chips, then shot up to the other man’s eyes. Randy trembled as chills ran up
and down his spine as they made eye contact. The man across the table lifted
his hand and motioned to Randy. Randy glanced around, then pointed at his chest
in question. Again the man nodded and motioned Randy to join him.
“Me?” Randy mouthed at
him.
“You,” he mouthed back.
Unsure, Randy stood
there. Surely he didn’t mean him? The man hiked an eyebrow, and with an
impatient gesture of his hand once more motioned for Randy to join him. Randy
moved around the table, coming to stand nervously beside him.
“You seemed to have
changed my luck when you walked up,” he said. His eyes traveled from Randy’s
short, sun-streaked brown hair down to the tips of his shoes, then back up
again, drinking in every detail. “Shall
we see if I’m right?”
“Ah, sure,” Randy said,
fighting to control the shiver that threatened to seize his body. He had never
been so thoroughly checked out in his life.
“But I don’t really believe I’m what you’d call a lucky charm, just so you
know.”
Mr. Slick’s, Randy’s
nickname for the guy, dimple deepened as he looked Randy over again, and his
gaze lingered on Randy’s groin. Redness painted Randy’s cheeks as his mind
questioned what he saw. Even if the stars were perfectly aligned and the galaxy
tilted sideways, Randy couldn’t believe such a sexy man would find a regular
guy like him interesting. The chances that Mr. Slick was gay were one in a
billion, and really, who would take odds like that, even in Vegas?
“We’ll decide later
what to call you. For right now let’s see if my luck holds now that you’re
here.”
Randy stood quietly,
unable to come back with anything witty. He hated situations like these. His
mind went blank and he couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t make him
sound like a blathering idiot. He was so far out of his league with a guy like
this. Mr. Slick was smooth and confident, polished and refined. And Randy…
well, he worked an average job, owned an average house, and drove an average
car.
That was him in a
nutshell, just an average guy.
