Holiday greetings everyone! And best wishes for a new year!
Truthfully, I can hardly believe the end of the year is here. Where did it go?
Looking back is mostly blur, though I’m happy to have gotten Crime Tells: Cade’s Dare and Crime Tells: Madison’s Quest, both ménages, out to Jory Strong readers. And after a lot of writing and rewriting, to have gotten Mallory’s Hunt (a Hellhound novel), written as Devyn Nyx, finally published.
As I write this post, I’ve just finished the first story in a new Jory Strong series. It will release as early as January—and 2015 will be off and running.
I feel a sense of optimism as 2014 draws to a close and 2015 looms, and hope you feel the same.
And yet I know, if 2014 is anything to go by, too quickly the question will be, Where did 2015 go?
What about you? Was there something particularly memorable, something that brought you happiness in 2014? Anything in particular that you’re already looking forward to in 2015?
One poster will receive an e-book copy of Crime Tells: Madison’s Quest.
I’ve been writing since childhood and have never outgrown being a daydreamer. When I’m not hunched over the computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, I can usually be found reading, riding horses, or out walking the dogs.
Shane Maguire has been full-out on tilt since a night in Vegas when it was Tyler’s name he called out instead of a casual lover’s. As far as he knows, Tyler is straight, and even if he weren’t, Shane’s not sure he wants to come out as being bi.
<In and out of foster care as a kid, the best day of Tyler’s life was ending up in a group home where going to school meant meeting the Maguires and Montgomerys. He’s wanted Shane for years, but fear of losing what matters the most has kept him from acting.
They’ve never even dated the same woman. But when Madison comes to California and they’re assigned to her case, be it fate or Grandma Maguire’s matchmaking, desire threatens to land them both in Madison’s bed at the same time—and strip away years of denial.
They want her. Madison wants them. But how can she have the happy-ever-after she longs for when claiming a future with Shane and Tyler will mean breaking a promise she made in the past?
Shane caught himself playing with the nipple ring and forced his hand down, his thoughts forward. A new client was just the thing to keep him occupied, and he’d rather work close to home than go back out on the road.
There wasn’t any point in speculating about the case. Bulldog took whatever interested him, or whatever he thought would interest them, though occasionally favors got called in or he lost a bet.
That’s how Cole and Renata had ended up working together, though in that case, Grandma Maguire was the one who’d ended up winning a little side bet at the poker table that included promises from Bulldog and Renata’s employer, Orrin.
Lately there’d been a shitload of cases that had led to hooking up and falling in love.
Lyric and Kieran. Cady and Kix. Cole and Renata.
Calista with Dante and Benito.
Erin with Dasan, though that one hadn’t finished playing out yet. When it did, someone was going to win big money.
Grace with Cade and Mace—good thing for all of them that big brother Michael was on the other side of the country when Grace’s first solo case led to that hook-up.
Shane laughed, almost wishing Grandma M would turn her sight on Michael—and then his pulse skittered at catching sight of the blonde waiting in a passenger pick-up zone. His heart tripped into a hard I’ve got to have you beat. If this was the client, he was royally fucked, because here was one more example of someone it’d be better not to want.
He pulled over, rolled the window on her side down.
His mouth went dry. His freaking mouth went dry, like it hadn’t done over someone of the opposite sex since maybe seventh grade. Truth, probably sixth. The Maguire brothers had all stopped thinking of girls as gross early on.
“Shane. I Googled and saw a picture of you with your grandfather.”
She might as well have shoved her hand down his pants and curled it around his dick. Heat and pleasure, that’s the effect her voice had on him.
She’s a client.
His dick didn’t care.
His dick knew the big head was capable of rationalizing so the little one could get what it wanted.
Except for Tyler.
Shane got out of the Jeep, helped her load the guitar, their arms brushing, heating him up on the inside, her scent as seductive as the rest of her.
First sight and she’d become the other half of his personal coin toss. Heads, he wanted her. Tails, he wanted Tyler.
Scrub the earlier thought about not leaving town. He should tell Bulldog he’d gotten a last-minute invite to a high-stakes game.
Only—didn’t that sound like a guy trying to outrun fate?
Shane’s heart did a freaky fluttering, as if Lyric and Braden weren’t the only ones who had glimpses of sight. Maybe he should swing by Grandma’s place, see if she wanted to lay a prophecy on him.
He dropped back into the driver’s seat. Grinned. Hell no, it’d be more fun riding this out.