I loved writing this book and I'm so pleased it's out for pre-order now!
LJ and Rye's cover has been gracing the blog's background for quite a while and now I get to give you their blurb and tell you that you can pre-order now -- it'll be out on March 9!
But as Rye falls in love with the real Jeff, he finds himself in over his head. He knows he can keep Lord January away from the drugs and the groupies, but saving Jeff might force Jeff to choose between his career as Lord January and his very life.
It's now available for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press.
And it's also available in paperback!
I'll have to share a smutty excerpt of it on Smutterday, in the meantime, here's a small excerpt from the very beginning of the novel.
Rye sat on the little chair in the waiting room, feeling like some sort of oversized gorilla.
There’d been three other bodyguards waiting when he’d arrived, but two had gone in and come back out in short order. The last guy ahead of him had lasted a minute or two longer. A tired-looking blonde had poked her head out as well, telling him she needed a couple minutes.
He glanced at his watch. He was between jobs and didn’t have anywhere to be, so it wasn’t like he minded waiting. This chair, though, was a little on the uncomfortable side. He shifted, the whole thing creaking ominously. It was small, and he was worried it wasn’t going to hold his weight.
You could say a lot of things about him—he was a solid guy, trustworthy, surefooted, and reliable. One thing you couldn’t say? He was small.
He debated getting up and standing over by the window or something, but he didn’t want Donna Heard to think he was antsy or getting cold feet. Reg Storm, who’d given him the heads-up on the job after he’d finished a stint keeping the rock star safe from a stalker, had told him Donna was a real stickler.
A ballbuster, even.
And obsessed with keeping her pseudovampire, crazy-assed-fans-sending-blood-in-the-mail singer alive.
It was a good thing he liked a challenge and didn’t judge.
He shifted, and the chair creaked alarmingly again. Okay, he was standing. Looking like he was restless had to be better than breaking the damn chair.
The door opened about the same time his ass left the chair. “Sorry for the delay. I had a phone call. Please, come in.”
“No worries, I’m sure you’re very busy.” He held out his hand. “I’m Rye Sommers.”
“Donna Heard. Pleased.” The office was classy, furnished with heavy, overstuffed furniture, way more solid than the stuff in the waiting area. “Have a seat.”
“Thank you.” He sat, nothing creaking or shifting in warning. Oh, thank God. That was just… ridiculous.
“Sorry about the tiny chairs out there. You’re… a big guy.”
That had him chuckling. “You did nearly have firewood there. Big is what you need, though, right?” Little guys weren’t bodyguards.
“Absolutely. And LJ is… challenging.” She leaned back, steepled her fingers, and was completely in control.
“Challenging? I’m good with challenges. Can you be more specific?” He knew LJ stood for Lord January. Lord. January. He’d seen pictures of the guy too. Skinny, tattoos, piercings, and makeup. Lots of makeup.
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