We’re living in a scary time right now, and to help take your mind off things, several authors are offering books for free or at a discount. The authors over at JMS-Books are as well.
For this week, 51 books are 100% discounted. So have a look around. I plan of grabbing a couple myself, actually.
My contribution is Nine Stones, a paranormal romance with a cat shifter and his neighbour.
Felix Lane brought the coffee cup to his lips while staring at the empty birdcage in his kitchen. He should get rid of it but doing so would mean erasing Sunny and Sunny had been his only companion for more than seven years. Sighing, he looked out of the window only to quickly turn away.
Across the street, Kirk Shoo was standing by his mailbox staring right at the window as if he could see Felix through the glass. Perhaps he could. Sometimes Felix suspected Kirk could read his mind or had placed a tracker in Felix’s car or something. No matter where he went, Kirk would show up.
Sometimes he believed he was crazy, that his subconscious turned every tall, dark-haired guy into Kirk, but every so often the real Kirk would walk up to him and try to strike up a conversation.
Heat climbed Felix’s face, and he moved farther away from the window while waiting for Kirk to go back inside. A minute went by. Felix didn’t have time to wait him out, he couldn’t be late to work. Pouring the coffee into a to-go cup, he prepared to make a run for the garage. He glanced out the window again. How long did it take to fetch the paper?
His avoidance of Kirk may or may not have gone a bit overboard. Felix couldn’t explain it—it was the way Kirk looked at him. Most often he wore sunglasses, but when he didn’t, his eyes were so intense, almost yellow when the light fell a certain way, and Felix always broke out in sweat—not to mention the way he stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse to run and hide behind the nearest door.
It was the way he towered over Felix, how he stepped into his personal space every chance he got as if Felix was a magnet and he couldn’t resist the pull. It was the way he smelled. Felix wanted to bury his nose in his neck and inhale, and he couldn’t say what the scent was, no cologne smelled like Kirk did.
But, most of all, it was because of the coffee incident.
Felix had been late for work and had yet to learn Kirk’s newspaper-fetching routine. He’d grabbed his bike from the garage, a to-go cup in hand, and he’d been pedaling for all he was worth straight into Kirk.
There had been coffee everywhere.
How he could’ve failed to see him was a mystery, it was as if he’d appeared out of thin air.
You’ll find Nine Stones here and all free books here.
The only thing worse than having a hot neighbor you’re too intimidated to talk to is accidentally hitting his cat with your car.
Felix Lane was perfectly content to spend the rest of his days with Sunny, his canary life companion, in their quiet little corner of the suburbs. But then Kirk Shoo with his unusual eyes moved in across the street, and Felix’s carefully constructed life is starting to unravel.
When your every bad-boy fantasy lingers at the mailbox, stands too close and smells too damn good, what’s an under-appreciated administrative assistant to do? Besides sneak out the backdoor to go to work? But when Kirk’s cat runs out in front of Felix on his way home, he has no choice but to face the music and his dream man. Unless …
What starts as a tragic accident turns into something far more bizarre. And when Felix’s backyard begins to look like a pet cemetery, he has no choice but to come clean. That is, if he can manage to find his sexy neighbor at all.
Yesterday, I was talking to Al Stewart and Amy Spector about the virus. It’s interesting having friends in different places around the world. For weeks now, we’ve been comparing news, sharing what directives are given, and so on.
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