RAINBOW SNIPPETS – 2019-Nov-23 – When Are You?
π They have to find him. But how?
Addison Albright
π They have to find him. But how?
πΊ A bad bargain. A botched bounty. A binding bite.
β AUTHOR INTERVIEW β EXCERPT β GIVEAWAY β
π Christmas. A Wedding. Family. It’s the Perfect Storm…
β EXCERPT β GIVEAWAY β
π§ He’s annoying and silly, and he’s exactly Charlie’s type. Except he’s straight.
β GIVEAWAY β
π From Monday:
Azrah gave a sly smile. “Was it Doctor Who again? Robin met him last night,” she added to Heath.
“Maybe. I didn’t get the chance to have a good look, did I? Thanks to you two.” Robin glared at her. “Anyway, I said he reminded me of Doctor Who. Not that he was Doctor Who. Who doesn’t exist, by the way. And is also a woman right now.”
Heath stared dreamily into the middle distance. “Ah, she’s another strong woman, that one. Knows what she’s doing with a welding torch.”
“Okay, I’m going to have nightmares about your sex life tonight.” Robin took a thoughtful sip of his rum and Coke.
β³ They have to find him, but how?
π₯ Does a screw-up like Vince deserve to love again?
β RELEASE BLITZ β EXCERPT β GIVEAWAY β
π From Sunday – “He does have persuasive eyelashes,” John said into his shoulder. “All soft and long and pretty. Maybe it’s another superpower.”
β³ They have to find him. But how?
π Derek and Callan slowly learn to let go of their prejudices, but as they find themselves enmeshed in intrigue fueled by dark secrets and revenge, their tentative bond is all that keeps their worldβand their livesβfrom plunging into chaos.
β COVER REVEAL β
π The story was grittier than what I usually go for, but it was a wonderful change of pace. I was amazed at how involved the romantic relationship was considering the setting and story backdrop, and how believable Dashiell and Billy’s emotions were.
π From Friday:
“It’s Christian Dior, asshat.”
“Asshat?” So, they were throwing down, were they? “Well maybe only put on twenty bucks worth next time.” Stone slipped on his boxers, figuring he’d shower the Christian Dior, hundred and thirty buck rank off once the jerk left. “And let some hair grow back between your legs, why don’t ya? It’s like going down on an eel or a Ken doll.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints at the time.” Joe Hollywood was at the exit. “I, on the other hand, could barely find the tree for the forest. Wouldn’t hurt you to take a machete to the bush once in a while, would it?”
π£ It wasnβt supposed to be REAL! Bigfoot doesnβt actually exist. Yetis, shifters, creatures of the nightβ¦none of those exist. Right? Right?
π If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s a fabulous sale! This one’s running for 2 days only, so take care not to let it slip by!
π΅ Book 4 in the beautiful Notes from Boston series!
β AUTHOR INTERVIEW β EXCERPT β GIVEAWAY β
π From Friday: His image was startling, and he understood that. Still, every double-take, every sharp breath that occurred as he passed felt like a branding iron to his heart, hurting him and marking him as different.
π£ It wasnβt supposed to be REAL! Bigfoot doesnβt actually exist. Yetis, shifters, creatures of the nightβ¦none of those exist. Right? Right?
Please join me later today over at Ana Ashley’s Facebook Group, CafΓ© RoMMance, where I’ll be one of her weekly “Fresh Friday” authors celebrating a shiny new release!
π A murder. Three gorgeous men. One choice β Do your job, or follow your heart?
β EXCERPT β GIVEAWAY β
πΊ A mistake. A drastic fix. And the person most hurt by Jackβs choice turns out to beβ¦ Jack.
β GIVEAWAY β
β€οΈ Will the outgoing handyman be willing to offer two vampires his vein, his body, and his heart?
β GIVEAWAY β
π Like most things in life, Haskell’s new opportunity comes with a heavy price Haskellβs not certain heβs willing to pay.
π From Tuesday: The perfect man, what a silly, childish notion. And yet, in the darkest hours of the night when he found it hard to sleep, spending far too much time staring up at the blank ceiling like it might magically produce answers to all of life’s most baffling questions, he ached for something more. Especially as of late, yet what exactly more was, he didn’t have a clue.