Ok, so yes... I am running behind. But hey, it's not all my fault, my editor is slacking too. By slacking, I mean managing her real life (since I don't pay her to edit... yet). Working full time while trying to write, rewrite and edit kind of sucks, but hey... one day, right?
So... tentative release date for book 2... I'm going to say Oct. 20, but I hope that it will be more like the 15th. Excited? I hope so, because this story just keeps getting crazier!
AND... book 1 is now 99 cents everywhere, and will most likely stay that way for a while. Spread the word, get it cheap, and please, please, please, PLEASE leave a review somewhere!!!
Finally, for those who miss Tori & Ryn, here's a lil' some-something from book 2 for you!
WARNING: contains naughty bits!
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“You
know,” Tori barked, “I am quite capable of sitting in a
chair, Smoky.”
Ryn
only smiled, pissing her off even more. “Yeah, but why would you
want to when you have this?” He held his hands out, offering
himself to her, then reached out and yanked her onto his lap.
Tori
sighed and snuggled against him. “Kind of hard to pack like
this, babe.”
Despite her protests, her hands traveled up Ryn’s chest, over his
shoulders, up his neck and into his hair.
“I’ve
been thinking,” he said, “about your riding back home.”
“I
told you; I’m not riding bitch on my own bike. Hell, no.”
“I
get that, baby,” he said, the endearment sending a tiny shudder
through her, “but I still want to go with you. I’m thinking I
should buy a bike.”
Tori
pictured Ryn in leather, straddling a steel beast. That, she thought,
was a most excellent idea. She told him so, then emphasized the point
by kissing him senseless.
He
flipped her around so that she was straddling him, then took control
of the kiss, tangling his hands in her hair. Fuck
packing,
she thought, breaking the kiss long enough to yank her shirt over her
head. Ryn groaned, burying his face in her chest. She could feel his
smile against her skin.
“Something
funny?” she panted.
“I’m
just damn happy that you’re so cooperative now. Not that these
aren’t worth working for,” he mumbled before clamping his mouth
down on her nipple. Tori grabbed his head and held him against her.
“That’s
really nice of you to say,” she said on a sigh, “but Ryn?”
“Yeah?”
he answered around her flesh.
“Shut
up,” she said, pushing harder on his head.
~*~ Faetal Illusion - Oct. 20 ~*~
