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Monday, May 20, 2013

New book from Changeling!

Hey, y'all!

I have to tell you how excited I am to debut my Soul Debt story this week. It's called Opportunity Knocks, and it's all about Jordie, a rock star with writer's block. At least until his annual visit from a demon gets his creative juices going again. Mal's not just any demon, though, and he's worked hard to get Jordie's case!

Here's the cover!

And here's something spicy to help you love it!

Mal kissed the back of Jordie’s neck. “Shall we get started?”

“Sure.” One day this part wouldn’t be weird, right? The demons were always different, so there was this bizarre getting to know you--

“You’re thinking too much.” Mal turned him around and kissed him hard on the mouth. None of them had ever kissed him before. It was like being touched by a live wire, but without all the badness and only the wonderful shock. He reached up and grabbed Mal’s shoulders, bare and sun-warmed under his hands.>p> Mal hummed, tongue fucking Jordie’s lips, fingers digging into his ass. They moved together, his back landing against the wall as Mal pressed against him. He could feel the heavy, fat cock on his hip, letting itself be known.

“Please.” He hated begging, but that was exactly what he was already doing. It had taken, what, three seconds to get there?

Mal’s laughter was at least more husky than mocking, and the fingers around his cock felt perfect. They rocked together for a moment, just jonesing on the touching. It would get way more intense and he knew it.

“Quit anticipating. Just let it happen.”

Like he could do that. Still, that touch was so fine, so good, and he arched into it, asking for more. His breath started to come hard and fast. Jordie shook, a song beginning to blossom in the base of his skull. Thank-- well, not God. No, this was demon born, but he didn’t care. He had to be able to make music. Had to. It was the biggest thing in the universe, more necessary than breathing.

“Better, huh?” Mal breathed against his ear, so hot, like fire.

“Better,” Jordie agreed, pressing back, demanding more. The magic swirled around them. It was crazy, how this worked, how fucking sexy this was. Those hot demon’s hands slid over his skin, stroking, stoking the fire.

His clothes fell away, almost scorched as they fluttered to the ground. Jordie let his skin rub Mal’s, feeling like he might go up in flames. Fuck, he knew he’d been hot for it before, but this... This was fiery.

“See? All you have to do is let go, baby.”


And here's where you can buy it!



Thursday, May 09, 2013

RT 2013

So, we made it to RT 2013 in Kansas City. We being me and my girl, BA Tortuga.

Kansas City is surprisingly nice. We didn't get out of the hotel much, but I enjoyed the people and the BBQ greatly.

We got to see everyone. I mean it. All the people. If I try to mention all by name I will no doubt miss someone, but I want to thank everyone who stopped to chat, hug, eat, and sign and receive books.

A huge thank you to Tara Lain from Ellora's Cave for arranging the EC party on Wednesday night. We had a blast.

A big thank you to ARE for the Thursday expo

Thanks to Cheryl Dragon for clue-ing us in to the Signing at the Plaza Saturday afternoon

The best part, though? The fangirling I got to do Saturday at the Giant Book fair. I deliberately didn't sign so I could go. I got to see Jude Devereaux and Maya Banks, Janelle Taylor and Sylvia Day. I got to jump and squee at my friends' table, making lots of other people look and wonder who they were. Sadly, Karen Robards was a no show, as I really wanted to thank her for the hours of pleasure she's given me as a reader, but all in all, it was a blast.

Next year is in NOLA, and I can't wait. Y'all should come with.