Tennessee recaps and Texas, here I come

library hbSorry for the delay posting this, but words have been flowing for Bound By Flames, and when words flow, blogging gets the back-burner. That isn’t to say that I didn’t have a great time in Tennessee last week! First up was the luncheon Thursday afternoon with several lovely folks from Ingrams. We discussed books, Barbie dolls and Elf On The Shelf, among other topics, and they surprised me with a library edition of The Beautiful Ashes. Library readers might already know that my publisher did a special hard cover edition just for libraries, so I was delighted to get one of my own.

BookI was even more delighted when everyone at the table signed the book for me. That never happens anymore, lol. It’s definitely going on my “keeper” shelf. Thanks again for a wonderful afternoon, ladies and gent!

 

 

a and dAfter that, I got to catch up with a friend who lived nearby, then later that same evening was my signing at Books-A-Million in Clarksville, TN. Look what someone made me: “angel” and “demon” cake pops! They were almost too adorable to eat, but note that I said “almost.” If it’s made of red velvet, as these were, I’m eating it, adorable or not ;). Thanks so much to everyone who came out to the signing in Clarksville!

 

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That same night, we had to drive to Memphis because I had an early appointment the next day. Now, here is an important safety tip for all of you audio book lovers: do NOT play Outlander in audio if the driver *cough, my sister, cough* has never read the book. Otherwise, said driver will get so caught up in the story that she will miss several turns, namely, the turn to Memphis at 1am in the morning. When I saw the sign that said “Welcome To Arkansas!” I knew we were going the wrong way. Why wasn’t I driving, you may ask? Because my sister refused to let me drive, saying that I always get us lost! I usually do, to be fair, but in this case, it was her. Also, as I mentioned on Twitter, after the total 12-hour drive time on Thursday while listening to Outlander, my internal monologue started to develop a Scottish accent.

Early that same morning, I had a live tv interview on the local Channel 3 Memphis station, and because I hadn’t gotten to bed until 2am, I was too tired to remember to be nervous. After that, I had some free time, so my sister and I visited our great-aunt and great-uncle who live in Memphis and who just celebrated their 68th wedding anniversary. Now, that’s a happily ever after, if you ask me :).

J and JessicaLater that night was my signing at The Booksellers At Laurelwood with author J.A. Redmerski, who was celebrating the release of Song Of Fireflies. J.A. is such a lovely person, and if you haven’t heard her success story, you are missing something truly inspiring. She’s also a fabulous author, so check out her books if you’re looking for something new to read.

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The Booksellers At Laurelwood has a fabulous wine and cheese spread waiting for readers, and if that wasn’t tempting enough, one of the readers (Hi, Valerie, thanks again!) brought me a box of cupcakes. Are you sensing a pattern here? I loves me some sugar! *wink*

J and VI had such a wonderful time at all the events. Writing can be a fairly lonely occupation (if you don’t count the time I spend with people that, um, exist only in my imagination ;)) so getting a chance to meet and/or catch up with readers I’ve met before is a real treat with me. Thanks again to everyone who came out! Also, if you live in Texas, I’m coming your way next week. Then the week after, I’ll be in VA. Check out my remaining tour signings for The Beautiful Ashes here.

That’s it for me. Hope you’re enjoying your week so far!

Signing recap and new sale alert!

Asheville3Thanks so much to everyone who came out to my signing at Malaprops in Asheville, NC on Saturday! I had a great time chatting with you, and Malaprops as usual put on a fabulous event. If you missed it and you want to get a signed copy of The Beautiful Ashes, I left behind several that Malaprops can ship to you nationally or even internationally. Go here for ordering details.

 

 

Asheville7I also had a chance to meet with Kim from My Thoughts Exactly blog on Saturday. Kim is very brave – she recorded her interview with me and then transcribed it on her blog. Why do I call that brave? Because if you have met me in person, you know that I ramble. A lot, plus sprinkle phrases like “you know” “I mean” and “as far as” in almost every sentence I utter (it’s a terrible habit! Thank God I write instead of work as a public speaker!) Plus, you could create a drinking game from how many times I start a sentence with the word “And,” so Kim was a real trooper for weeding through that recording and making me sound semi-coherent in her post. She’s also a seriously sweet person, so check out the interview with me and her blog.  We talked about influential books, taking criticism, fan fiction and more, so maybe I answered something that you’ve been wondering about *wink*.

Next signings stops this week are:

September 4th, 7:00pm

Books-A-Million
125 South Hampton Drive
Clarksville, TN  37040. Ph: 931-648-1100

September 5th, 6:30pm. Joint signing with J.A Redmerski (Song of the Fireflies)

The Booksellers of Laurelwood
387 Perkins Road Extended
Memphis, TN 38117 901-683-9801

Remaining tour schedule for The Beautiful Ashes is here. If you’re in the area, I hope you can come out to one of the signings!

And now, to the sale alert. iBooks is running a special Romantic Reads sale from now until September 8th and I was delighted to hear that Once Burned made the cut for their paranormal selections. So, if you haven’t already sampled Vlad in all of his fiery deliciousness glory, now’s your chance to do so for only $1.99 in ebook. Already love Vlad? Then please tell a friend. This sale price is good for readers in the US, the UK, Canada and Australia.*

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Click here to buy now for $1.99 at iBooks.

 

Click here to see all Romantic Reads iBooks specials (this link will require you to sign into your iTunes account)

*If I didn’t list the country where you live, sorry! iBooks chooses the countries that the sale is eligible for, not me.

That’s it from me for now. Gotta pack, because tomorrow, Tennessee here I come! :)

More release week deals and giveaways

As I told you last week, I had a bunch of cool stuff coming your way during release week for The Beautiful Ashes, book one in the Broken Destiny series. Last Saturday, it was all of my Night Huntress novels being only $1.99 in ebook for the Kindle Daily Deal*. If you missed that, as of typing this, Amazon still has Halfway To The Grave and Up From The Grave at $1.99, with Destined For An Early Grave at $2.24 and Once Burned at $3.99. The sale was only guaranteed for last Saturday, though, so Amazon could raise these prices at any time, which means if you’re interested in grabbing one of these titles at significantly reduced prices, don’t delay!

Next up were interviews and excerpts. If you didn’t see them already, I have an interview with an exclusive except from The Beautiful Ashes on Maryse’s Book Blog, so go there to check it out. I also had an interview on the USA Today blog here, where (among other things) I talk about which of my male vampire characters that my new hero, Adrian, reminds me of. Then over on the Huffington Post blog, I talk about my favorite New Adult books and why I loved them.

Now, I know what some of you are thinking: “Sure, all that is nice, but what are you doing for me TODAY, Jeaniene?” *wink* Well, here’s what! Audio book lovers (and anyone who’s curious about audio books), I have an interview with my fabulous narrator, Tavia Gilbert, up at Audio Book Gals and they’re giving away ten audio downloads of The Beautiful Ashes, so head on over there to hear the interview and to enter for your chance to win.

Over at The Reading Cafe, they have an interview with me, a review of The Beautiful Ashes, AND a 25.00 gift card giveaway running, so head on over there to get in on that action.

Under The Covers book blog has an interview, exclusive excerpt and a giveaway of The Beautiful Ashes, so go there to check that out.

Finally, a reminder about my Malaprops signing in Asheville, NC tomorrow at 3pm. As usual, I’ll be giving away swag as well as signing books, so if you’re in the area, I hope you can come out. Not local to NC but you live in TN, TX or VA? I’m hitting those states in the next couple weeks, too. Go here for my full tour schedule.

That’s it for now. See some of you tomorrow, and for the rest of you, happy reading! :)

*Guaranteed for Saturday the 23rd only and only for US readers. These aren’t my terms; they’re Amazon’s.

The Beautiful Ashes is out!

The Beautiful Ashes, book one in the Broken Destiny series, releases today. I’ve been talking about this book for months, so while I want to let you know that it’s now available in print, ebook and audio, I also think it’s time to let other people talk about it instead of me, heh. Let’s face it: I loved the story enough to write it, so my opinion is, as you’d expect, terribly biased. That’s why I’m going to point you toward several excerpts plus some reviews, and let you take it from there :).

TBA updated cover (2)In a world of shadows, anything is possible. Except escaping your fate. 

Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been gripped by visions of strange realms just beyond her own. But when her sister goes missing, Ivy discovers the truth is far worse—her hallucinations are real, and her sister is trapped in a parallel realm. The one person who believes her is the dangerously attractive guy who’s bound by an ancient legacy to betray her.

Adrian might have turned his back on those who raised him, but that doesn’t mean he can change his fate…no matter how strong a pull he feels toward Ivy. Together they search for the powerful relic that can save her sister, but Adrian knows what Ivy doesn’t: that every step brings Ivy closer to the truth about her own destiny, and a war that could doom the world. Sooner or later, it will be Ivy on one side, Adrian on the other, and nothing but ashes in between…

Order from:  AmazonBAMPowellsB&N, iBooks, IndieboundDownpour.com , Audible.com or your favorite retailer.

Read excerpts from The Beautiful Ashes here ,  here , here plus a new except and interview at Maryse’s Book Blog here.

Book trailer:

Early Reviews: 

“Jeaniene Frost brings her signature wit, sizzle and extraordinary imagination to this epic new series. I was addicted from page one.”

- #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout.

“Jeaniene Frost is blessed with a creative soul.”

- #1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon.

“The first book in the Broken Destiny series is a fast-moving tale that refuses to let up until the end…Books don’t get more fun or action-packed than this!”

- Romantic Times, 4 stars.

“…captivating romance and adventure all wrapped into one thrilling ride that will bind you until it drops you at the very last page.”

- The Book Whisperer. Full review here.

The Beautiful Ashes was a non-stop, action packed, mind twisting storyline. Frost masterfully builds this world within worlds with so many twists and turns I’m still reeling. “

- Beth, Tome Trender.

The Beautiful Ashes is a great start to a new urban fantasy series by Jeaniene Frost. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

- Paranormal Kiss.

“Demons, angels, gargoyles, monster hellhounds, and ancient biblical legacies are all found here. Take a chance and find out who wins this battle of good and evil.”

- Manhattan With A Twist.

“I was hooked from the very first page; the wait for the next book is going to be painful.”

- Sharon, Obsession with Books. Full review here.

“Putting this book down once I began was near impossible…You don’t need to be a fan of the new adult genre trend to enjoy The Beautiful Ashes. Come for the romantic chemistry, stay for the adventure.”

- Chelsea, Vampire Book Club. Full review here.

“The action starts literally from the first page and almost never lets up…I’m in for the next in the series.”

- The Book Nympho. Full review here.

“…the world, characters, and writing were excellent, as always….THE BEAUTIFUL ASHES was sometimes gory, rarely sweet, and 100% Jeaniene Frost!”

- Carmel, Rabid Reads. Full review here.

” There’s plenty of action and interesting adventures….I never wanted to stop reading this book and was crabby when I had to go do some real life things.”

- Anne, Yummy Men And Kick-Ass Chicks. Full review here.

The Beautiful Ashes is a story that highlights all the things Ms. Frost does oh-so well, the easy-to-devour fluidity of the writing style combining with a determined underdog of a heroine to ensure we do everything in our power to keep reality from infringing and robbing us of our reading time.”

- Jenny, Supernatural Snark. Full review here.

“THE BEAUTIFUL ASHES will introduce us to a world of myth and mayhem. An intriguing start to what should be a promising series.”

- Annie, Under The Covers book blog. Full review here.

Don’t forget to see me at Malaprops this Saturday, if you’re in the Asheville, NC area. For the rest of my tour schedule, including stops in TX, TN and VA, go here.

Saturday only! All Night Huntress ebooks $1.99

The subject line says it all, but let me elaborate anyway: today (Saturday) only, Amazon is running a promotion where all ebooks in the Night Huntress series are only $1.99.* Missed a book in the series? Order away while you can save tons. Been telling your friends about Cat and Bones, but they haven’t tried them yet? Please point them toward the sale. At this price, they have more financial risk ordering a plain cup of coffee :). Want to give a book as a gift? Your recipient will never know how much money you saved, but remember – the sale ends at midnight tonight, so you don’t have long. Click any of the covers to be taken to their Amazon page.

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*This price is guaranteed on Saturday, August 23rd for US readers only. Sale might not apply for international customers. Sorry!

 

The Beautiful Ashes playlist and more

Next week is release week for me and I’ve got a bunch of things in store for you in the next several days. Seriously, if you don’t regularly check my blog, this is your head’s up that you will want to change that from now until the end of next week or you will miss out on some cool deals (*cough, tomorrow, cough*) giveaways and more. First is my interview with WTF Are You Reading blog. It’s now live, complete with a giveaway. Go here to enter the contest, learn what inspired me to write The Beautiful Ashes, what my process is, and how I make the voices in my head earn their keep, heh.

Next up is an addition and a change to my August/September tour schedule. For the update, here are the Fresh Fiction event details for my stop with them in Dallas, TX on September 20th. For the change, due to a scheduling conflict, Melissa Marr will no longer be able to join me for my signing at Katy Budget Books on Septermber 19th in Houston, TX. I’ll be sorry not to have her there, but I will still be there, plus Melissa and I have several joint events in VA, so be sure to check out my Appearances schedule for more details.

And now, to the playlist. As many of you know, I write while listening to music, and each book I write has its own specific list of songs that make up my playlist for it. Here is the playlist that I listened to while writing The Beautiful Ashes. Usual disclaimer: There’s no special meaning for the book in these songs, unless I specifically state otherwise. They’re just what I listened to while writing this particular book. Also, music tastes are very subjective, so if you like the same music I like, great. If you don’t, no problem. Just please don’t tell me that I shouldn’t like it, because if it’s listed, I do, thus no arguing on your part will change my mind. That’s the nice thing about getting older – I no longer care if what I like is considered cool or not :).

Layout is Band name: songs (if more than one from the same band). Bands are in alphabetical order, not in order of preference or the order that I listened to them.

Aaron Shust: God Of Brilliant Lights

AWOL Nation: Sail

Brandon Flowers: Only The Young

Cage The Elephant: Come A Little Closer

Casting Crowns: All You’ve Ever Wanted

The Civil Wars: The One That Got Away, Dust To Dust

Eminem (with Rhianna): The Monster

Family Of The Year: Hero

Fitz And The Tantrums: Out Of My League

Fun.: Some Nights

A Great Big World (with Christina Aguilera): Say Something

Hillsong United: Oceans

Hurts: Mercy

Jars Of Clay: Age Of Immature Mistakes, Reckless Forgiver, Love In Hard Times, I Don’t Want You To Forget, Fall Asleep, Skin And Bones, Left Undone, Inland.

Kat Krazy: Siren

Katy Perry (with Juicy J): Roar, Dark Horse*

Kings Of Leon: Supersoaker, Rock City, Don’t Matter, Beautiful War, Temple, Wait For Me, Comeback Story, Tonight, Coming Back Again, Work On Me, Last Mile Home.

Kodaline: All I Want

Lana Del Ray: Dark Paradise, Summertime Sadness

Lorde: Everybody Wants To Rule The World, Team

The Lumineers: Ho Hey, Stubborn Love

M83: Midnight City

Metric: Breathing Underwater

Miley Cyrus: Wrecking Ball

Moby: A Case For Shame

The Naked And The Famous: Young Blood

NeedToBreathe: Something Beautiful

The Neighborhood: Sweater Weather

Of Monsters And Men: Dirty Paws, Little Talks

One Direction: Story Of My Life, You & I, Don’t Forget Where You Belong, Strong, Right Now, Something Great

One Republic: Counting Stars

Pearl Jam: Sirens

Queensryche: Silent Lucidity

Rachel Rabin: Raise The Dead

Rae Morris: Grow

The Silent Comedy: Bartholomew

Thirty Seconds To Mars: City Of Angels, Do Or Die

* With every book I write, there’s a song that ends up getting played more than the others. For The Beautiful Ashes, it was Dark Horse. There’s something about the beginning chorus that reminded me of Ivy:

So you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby do you dare to do this?
Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse

And the end chorus reminded me of Adrian:

Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, perfect storm
Cause once you’re mine, once you’re mine
There’s no going back

Alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave, Part 4

dfaeg-640x480-300x225It’s time for Part 4, the final edition of the alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave. If you’ve already read Parts 1 , 2 and 3, you can skip to the ***’s to read the final part. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, here is the short recap:

I have a lot of deleted scenes from my first four novels, and in some cases, alternate versions. Many of you have said that you miss Cat and Bones now that their story came to an end in Up From The Grave, so I decided to post a never-before-seen, deleted alternate version of the “middle” of Destined For An Early Grave. Because it’s so long (over 30K words!) I have posted it in four parts on my blog. For a full recap, please go here to read Part 1.

Adult content warning: This part contains explicit language and sexual situations. As mentioned before, is also unedited, so my apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar errors. If you want to point those errors out, do so in the comments and I will correct the posted version.

And now, Part 4, the conclusion to the alternate “middle version, with a note from me at the end:

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Bones was gone when I woke up. I must have really conked out. For a little while, I stayed in bed, breathing in the scent of him on the sheets while I wondered what he was doing. Zen forms of meditation, or all-out brawling to test his skills? Probably both. Speaking of skills…

His gauntlet from last night shook me from my indolence. If Bones set about to do something, he accomplished it. Add my flagging willpower to the picture and I may as well be waiting spread-eagled for him. The thought of making love to him inspired mixed emotions. Sure, it had always been great, but as I’d told him, we’d been in love. I didn’t want sex with me to be one huge yawn to him, and he’d never admit it if he was disappointed. If only he didn’t have so many other women to compare me with.

There were a couple of ways I could handle this. First, worry myself into permanent abstinence. No nookie, no fears about whether it was good for him. This didn’t seem feasible, so I discarded it. Second, wait until any sex was great sex. Nothing like a long drought to make the first rain very appreciated. Again, however, that didn’t appear to be in the cards. A few more nights of sleeping with Bones while he was naked and I’d be spread-eagling him. Plus, it didn’t lend to a closer relationship, and that was the goal.

Okay, that left the third option. This was going to hurt.

I returned to my room, showered, dressed, and then marched downstairs. Taps played in my mind because I felt like I was headed for the firing squad.

“Annette.”

My too-jovial voice made her pick up her heard warily. She’d been sipping tea in the parlor with Spade and Denise.

“Cat,” she replied.

“You and I never get to chat,” I continued with a bright smile. “How about I get some wine and we have a little picnic in the yard, just the two of us, hmm?”

Now she was more than wary. Her gaze darted to Spade in a way that clearly spelled out, help. However, Annette was anything except a coward.

“I’m sure that would be lovely…if you insist.”

“Done!” I flashed another broad, false smile. “Red wine or white?”

A dry laugh escaped her. “Really, dear, what do you think?”

“Red it is. See you in twenty minutes? There’s a nice, shady tree behind the pool. I’ll set up there.”

Again, she flicked her eyes to Spade, but he just shrugged as if to say, I don’t have a bloody clue what she’s up to.

Denise watched this exchange with her forehead wrinkled in disbelief. When I headed to the computer in the other room to punch in my beverage and food requests, she followed me.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“You know the first thing you do before planning a mission?” I replied, a brisk mentality setting in. “Field research.”

Her hazel gaze widened with comprehension. Then she laughed.

“I was going to offer to go with you, but I think I’ll stay out of this. My field research days are over.”

“Yeah, well. I thought mine were, too.”

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Annette reclined on the quilt like it was a velvet dais. Even the outdoor setting didn’t diminish her sophisticated air. She could have been at the poshest restaurant waiting for her next glass of Crystal. Not on the ground with only a blanket between her and the dirt.

“All right, Cat. You’ve gotten me out in this dreadful heat, what is it that you want?” she said after finishing her first glass.

I took a healthy gulp of my wine before replying. “I’m going to have sex with Bones tonight, and I want to make sure I’ve got all my bases covered.”

Her wineglass almost fell from her hand. “Indeed?”

“You’re not invited to join in,” I continued pleasantly. “I’d like you to make a magnanimous gesture, Annette. One you get no personal gratification out of.”

Both her perfectly shaped brows rose. “You’re not making sense, dear.”

“Fine, I’ll cut to the point. No one knows more about fucking Bones than you do, and I want him happy. Since he doesn’t have love to fall back on if sex with me is mundane, I want to make sure I’m pushing the right buttons with him. So, are you going to help me or not?”

Annette was speechless for a few moments before she laughed, loud and merry.

“Oh, Cat! What you don’t realize is that right now you are exactly like Crispin. This is just what he would do, given similar circumstances.”

“Is that a yes?”

She stifled her laughter, but that gleam was still in her eyes. “The most effective method of instruction is demonstration.”

“The day I grow balls,” I said sweetly. “Verbal only. Yea or nay?”

“Yes.” Her lips kept twitching. “You start. Tell me what the two of you normally do, and then I’ll tell you what you’ve been neglecting.”

And that’s how I ended up detailing my sexual history to Bones’ ex-girlfriend, using concise descriptions and leaving nothing out. After fifteen minutes, the amusement had left her and her eyes had started to fleck with emerald.

“Well? What am I missing?” I finished with.

Annette finishing her wine before pouring herself another. She kept giving me sideways glances as she drank, until finally, she just stared.

“Do you know I’ve been under the impression that you were strait-laced? You act that way, and while I knew you were passionate – blimey, I have ears – I didn’t realize you were such a dirty little vixen!”

She said it accusingly, like I’d been holding out on her. I took another gulp of my own wine and shrugged.

“You know Bones. I used to be strait-laced. He got around that.”

“So it seems.” She shook her head. “Faith, this won’t take long. You’ve no interest in ways to pleasure him with another woman, so I can only suggest three things…”

The items she rattled off almost made me blush. The first I hadn’t considered since he was a vampire and I didn’t think it pertained, the second was flat-out embarrassing, and the third…well. We’d see.

“Hmmm,” was all I said.

She gave me an arch look. “Even so.”

We didn’t say anything for another minute, both of us drinking our wine. All of a sudden, I started to laugh.

“Can you imagine what he’d say if Bones had his memory back and he came upon the two of us discussing the best ways to have sex with him?”

Annette laughed as well. “He’d swear I drugged your wine. He’s so bloody protective of you.”

Just as quickly, my eyes filled with tears. Yeah, he’d loved me so much that he used to be crazy protective. It had been annoying at times. Now, I’d kill to have it again.

She set down her glass and slid across the small blanket. Even as I waved her away, she put her arms around me.

“You poor girl,” she said softly. “Despite our differences, I know how much you love him. And somewhere deep inside him, past this blockage, he knows it, too. There’s no spell that can erase that.”

Then I did the second most unusual thing I’d ever done with Annette. I let her comfort me as I cried.

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This time, when Bones came home, I wasn’t hiding away upstairs. I was in a chair by the foyer, a half-full glass of gin and tonic next to me. I’d been sipping conservatively, which wasn’t what I wanted to do. I’d have downed two bottles of straight gin, left to my own devices, but reeking of liquor didn’t lend to a romantic mood.

He saw me as he took off his coat, coming closer with it draped over his arm instead of putting it in the closet. He wore a royal blue shirt, the deep color setting off his creamy skin. His pants were black, but that was his norm. Years ago, he’d told me he had better things to do than mix and match his tops with trousers.

“Catherine.”

Just the way he said my name made my heartbeat speed up. When he leaned down, brushing his lips across my cheek, it sped up even more.

Wherever he and Mencheres went during the day, it had shower facilities. He was freshly washed and smelled like soap, male and his own natural scent. The combination was better than cologne.

Behind him, Mencheres gave me a quick, approving nod. He’d probably just filched from my mind what my intentions were. Then the Egyptian vampire melted up the stairs without saying a word. Spade and Denise were on the other side of the house, and Annette was out seeing a movie. Who said she couldn’t be gracious once in a while?

“I, ah, wanted to talk to you,” I said as I stood up and indicated the nearby den.

“Of course.”

He laced his fingers in mine as we walked. If only this didn’t feel so awkward. Or if I were rip-roaring drunk.

“It’s nice to see you,” Bones went on. “I’ve thought of you all day, as usual.”

“Stop.” I pulled my hand free as I shut the den’s door behind us.

“Stop what?”

“You don’t have to say that. What I mean is, you don’t have to try and seduce me. I’ve decided to, um, let you out of the doghouse.”

Part of me had thought he’d hear that, throw me over his shoulder, and run for the nearest bed. Or, as had happened before, just get busy right where we were. Bones didn’t do either. Instead, a smile tugged at his mouth.

“Waving the white flag, are you?”

I threw up my hands. “It just seems fair. You could die for sticking it out with me and you’re very well aware of that. Hell, I’d be demanding some recompense, if I were you. And I know you’re not celibate out of preference, so…bar’s open.”

That drew outright laughter. By the time he reined it in, my foot was tapping in irritation.

“I apologize, luv, but that was priceless. Bar’s open? I’ll bear that in mind. Are you hungry?”

My foot quit tapping. “Are you being sleazy and metaphorical?”

He didn’t burst out laughing again, but from his twitching mouth, it was close.

“No, I meant literally. Have you eaten supper yet?”

“Well, no.”

In all of my apprehension, I’d skipped that. He gave me an appraising look, his tongue tracing inside his bottom lip.

“Right, then, let’s be off.”

He grasped my hand and led me out of the den. When we reached the front door, I stopped.

“What are you doing?”

He gave me a tolerant look. “Can’t even remember the last time we went out for fun, can you? No wonder you look so confused. I’m taking you to dinner, Catherine. Alone.”

That last word was practically a dare for anyone in the house to try and stop him. So I played the part of Spade and Mencheres.

“We can’t, it’s not safe. Someone could spot us and tell Gregor, not to mention I can’t know where we are. Jeez, if you’re not in the mood, just tell me! You don’t have to go all crazy.”

He laughed again, but this time, it was filled with more than humor. Green pinpointed in his eyes and he moved closer until my retreat was blocked by the door.

“My dear, sweet wife, I want you terribly. As to the dangers of going out, you’ve gotten good at keeping your eyes closed. If there’s immediate trouble, I have my mobile and we won’t be going far. Besides,” his smile turned wicked, “we haven’t even had a proper date yet. What bloke puts out without that? Blimey, I don’t know what sort you think I am.”

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Bones took me to a chain restaurant. Smart, since it would have locations nationwide. Since it was dinner hour, a long line of people waited to get in, but Bones just flashed his eyes at the hostess and we were given the next table.

I didn’t look at the menu. Or the cars in the parking lot, license plates having too much information. I kept my concentration on him, and he made that easy. He sat next to me instead of across from me, touching my arm, back or hand in casual ways that made me barely able to chew, and never once let the conversation pause. I’d almost forgotten how charming he could be. It didn’t escape the notice of several females in the vicinity, either, who kept throwing him interested glances. I reminded myself that there was nothing wrong with looking. Flinging my fork into some chick’s forehead for checking him out was undeserved. And too flashy. We’d definitely have to cut our evening short.

Bones didn’t eat since solid food wasn’t his preference, so he drank whiskey and encouraged me to eat everything on my plate. Over my objections, he also ordered dessert and goaded me into eating that, too. Since it was a brownie with ice cream and chocolate sauce, I didn’t require much persuading. When I finally put my fork down, he let out an amused snort.

“Heavy-lidded eyes and a sated smile. Not the way I’d imagined seeing it, but lovely nonetheless. There’s one bite left.”

I was too stuffed to do more than look at it. “It’s good, you should have it.”

“All right,” he said at once.

Maybe I didn’t guess his intention because I was in the mildly dazed state of overeating. Or perhaps I was lulled by his easy charm. What I should have remembered was this was Bones. There was only so long his chasteness would last.

His mouth came down on mine, his hand on the back of my neck keeping me from jerking away in surprise. I gasped at the contact, and he took my parted lips as an invitation. His tongue swept past my lips, deepening the kiss with a skillful sensuality that had me gasping for a different reason this time. My head tilted back as he explored my mouth with unhurried thoroughness, and when I slid my tongue along his, he sucked on it with erotic hunger.

Sensations hijacked my sensibilities. The taste of whiskey on his tongue. His hand on my neck, pulling me closer. My nipples hardening when our bodies met. The race of my pulse, increasing with every second. And his throaty moan when my hand moved further up his thigh –

I yelped, snatching my hand away as color rushed to my face. I’d been about three inches from feeling him up in a crowded restaurant. What was the matter with me?

Bones’s eyes snapped open when I broke away, revealing that they’d changed from dark brown to bright green. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” I repeated. “I’m a dirty tramp, that’s what’s wrong!”

Several heads turned. Oops, said that too loud. I sank lower in my seat, wishing the ground would swallow me.

Bones laughed, low and throaty. “I’m breaking your rule, Catherine, because I’m going to compliment you again. You’re even more beautiful when you blush. You’ll have me wracking my brain thinking up ways to make you do it again.”

“Believe me, you already have,” I muttered, cursing my heated cheeks.

The waitress stopped by with the check, casting disapproving looks at both of us before hurrying away. First making out at the table, then me howling out my lack of morality. I hoped Bones left her a big tip.

“Let’s go, okay? I think I’ve done enough damage,” I said.

His eyes had been marbling back to brown, but at that, they flashed green.

“Feeling your response means more to me than anyone in this place, so sod them. I’ve been afraid that my actions had killed any real desire you had for me. Oh, I knew you fancied the look of me, but that’s not the same. I can’t decide if I’m more switched on or relieved, and believe me, luv, I have never been so aroused.”

He almost whispered the last sentence. Not for propriety, since as stated, he didn’t care about that, but because they were more emphatic softer. All the while, his gaze drilled into mine until I felt stripped both physically and emotionally, and I scrambled to get control of myself.

“Okay, well, we can leave. If you’re, ah, ready to go to bed.”

Bones leaned back, eying me now with calculation.

“Think you’ll keep me at bay by shagging me? Wrong. I want you, not just your flesh, though I confess a strong desire for that, too. I’ll wait to have you until it is you. You won’t make me settle for anything less.”

“Are you sure you don’t have your memory back?” I snapped. “Because you sound just like you did the day you left me!”

As soon as the words left me, I clapped a hand over my mouth. I’d just ripped open a wound that had barely scabbed, and from his immediate pounce, he knew it.

“It wasn’t only Gregor between us, was it? Did you do this before? Shield yourself away from me?”

“People are waiting for this table,” I stalled, looking around to avoid his gaze.

It didn’t work. “You don’t want to have this conversation back at the house with a dozen eavesdroppers any more than I do. Here and now, Catherine, let’s sort this out.”

He’d never let it go. Not Bones, king of seeing things through to the end.

“I’ll need a gallon of gin for this,” I grumbled while trying to away from him. At least I could get a little physical distance if he was about to rip apart my emotional barriers.

Bones eyed me before slapping money on the table. Then he grasped my hand.

“Gallon of gin, you say? I know just the place.”

He led me out of the restaurant and I shut my eyes once we reached the parking lot, following the tug on my hand to the car. Once in it, I concentrated on the song playing instead of noises from nearby places. It was an old one, “Under Pressure” by Queen, and I could relate to the lyrics. I was under pressure, too, and it was about to get worse.

Bones didn’t drive long before we stopped. He opened my door and took my hand again. Even these small touches affected me, bringing out a stinging longing. It was so weird to miss someone when they were right next to you.

“Open your eyes,” he said after he led me inside.

The neon Budweiser sign was the first thing I saw. We were at a noisy, boisterous bar. At least I didn’t feel underdressed, as I had at dinner. My button-down shirt and jeans fit right in here.

Bones took us over to the bar. “Gin, top shelf, the entire bottle.”

Money changing hands cleared up the bartender’s objection. I was too nervous over our upcoming discussion to be embarrassed by that little scene. When Bones led me to a table at the far end of the bar, I took the bottle from him and began to drink. Bones waited until my third deep swallow before he spoke.

“Did you hold yourself back from me the entire time we were together?”

My hands trembled on the bottle that I gripped like a lifeline. Still, I refused to lie. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Why?”

Such a simple question. So impossible to answer.

I sighed. “Different reasons for different circumstances. When we first met, it was because I hated vampires and you were one of them. Years later, after you found me, I had fears about my job, my mother, and you wanting me to change over. Then finding out that I was, like, the thirty-thousandth woman you’d slept with. Always running into your exes was a little hard to swallow, and –”

“Who told you that number?” he interrupted, astonished.

I took a few more gulps before answering. “You did.”

Both his brows went up. I nodded in confirmation. “I asked, and you said about three to four women a week was your average before me. Multiply that by your age, and there you have it.”

“Bugger,” he swore. “Don’t know what I was thinking, revealing such a thing to my wife.”

He gave me another appraising sweep of his eyes, as if measuring what had made him tell me that. I was glad for the switch in topics and plowed ahead.

“You also said you considered your virginity lost in stages of four.”

His brows went higher. “I told you that, too? Did you pump me full of truth serum one night? Is that how you got me gabbing like a teenage girl?”

“Some of the things you told me weren’t to be believed, but you swore they were true. Like the time you were a whore and after a particularly busy night, you faked a hard-on with a new client by using your fingers to keep your cock straight. Now that, I couldn’t imagine, but you said the woman never knew –”

“Clearly I opened up to you in a very personal way,” he cut me off, resolve replacing the disbelief in his expression. “Everyone tells me I was deeply in love with you. The things you know, like my mother’s perfume and other stories I’ve never shared, only solidify that. Yet you admit to holding me at arm’s length, and you still haven’t said why.”

I almost choked on my gin. The spotlight was back on me, with reinforcements.

Bones stared at me, waiting. Around us, people drank and danced and fought and had their own problems. In the grand scheme of things, one wobbly marriage didn’t matter except to the two people in it.

“I don’t know why,” I said at last, very softly. “It seemed like every time I opened up, something bad happened and I’d need my shields to get me through it. I almost jumped off a cliff when I thought you were dead and Vlad had to talk me down. That’s what happens when I let myself go. I can’t stand to need you so much, so…I hold back. Just enough. Then, if you’re gone, I can still function, no matter the reason why you’re not there.”

A small, twisting smile pulled at his mouth.

“Never value something with more than you can afford to lose. Yes, I understand that very well. It’s what I’ve lived by all these years, so it appears I married someone just like me. I suppose it’s fitting.”

We didn’t say anything for a few minutes. I drank while those brown orbs bored into mine whenever I met them, which wasn’t often. Finally, he slid his hand across the table, palm up.

“Let’s agree to stop, both of us. Take my hand, Catherine. No more safety net, no shields. We’ll let each other in, though it will mean living as dangerously as it gets. Are you with me?”

My first impulse was to run as far as my legs could take me. Bones’s stare promised to hold me to any vow I made, and I didn’t think I could handle losing all of my defenses. He wasn’t offering guarantees, either. He couldn’t. In life, there were none.

I looked at his pale skin, broad palm, tapered fingers and short nails. I knew a lot of the history behind that hand, and most of it wasn’t pretty. The violence in his past was only exceeded by the licentiousness, and maybe more. Maybe I didn’t really want to discover everything about Bones.

And yet, in the end, none of my concerns mattered. This was Bones, and I’d never been able to help myself when it came to him.

My hand covered his like steel to a magnet. Even if it destroyed me – and hell, it probably would – I still couldn’t do anything else.

Bones drew a knife out with his other hand. I gave him a questioning look as he pressed it to my palm.

“I don’t remember doing this before, and until I have my other memories back, I want something of my own.”

The knife scored my palm, welling blood up in the cut. He released me and then cut his hand the same way.

“Claim me as yours, Catherine.”

An offer and a demand. I met his eyes while taking his hand with mine, feeling his blood start to heal me on contact.

“By my blood, you are my husband,” I said softly.

His hand tightened on mine. “By my blood, you are my wife. Forever.”

I gave him a small, almost shy smile. “You want to kiss the bride?”

He didn’t smile back. Instead, his expression was very serious.

“Yes.”

This time, his kiss was restrained. I was the one who flicked my tongue inside his mouth, craving his taste. Then I was the one who wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

His restraint vanished. He tangled his hand in my hair, tipping my head back and opening my mouth further while he ravished the inside. I clutched him, suddenly feeling dizzy. His other hand ran down my back, shifting me until our hips lined up. Then he kissed me deeper while the bulge in his pants hit my most sensitive spot.

At the feel of him there, that denied, starved part of me reared up and said, now. Not later, not back at the house. Right. Now.

My hands raced down his back, his chest, his stomach – I couldn’t stop touching him. Bones let out a harsh moan and lifted me up. My feet made contact with several people as he pushed through the crowd to the exit, but he made it there so fast, they probably didn’t know what had hit them.

He moved just as swiftly through the parking lot, still kissing me with a hunger that made me oblivious to anything else. Once we reached the car, Bones deposited me into the front seat, but I didn’t let go. I pulled him on top of me, barely registering the sound of the car door slamming shut.

He wrestled out of his jacket without breaking contact with his mouth. All the while, that bulge continued to rub me in the most inflaming, erotic way. The intimate friction ripped away the last of my control, making me insane with need. He made a rough noise when I wrapped my legs around him, then I felt the seat go all the way back.

His shirt came off with a single, impatient tug, then with a jerk, he split apart my blouse and bra. When my breasts touched him, skin on skin, the contact drove me out of my mind. I twisted against him in mute demand, not caring that I could barely breathe from his ceaseless, devouring kisses. His hands went to my jeans, and after a rip, he pulled them down my legs.

“Don’t stop touching me,” I gasped, burning to feel his hands on me again. Even the seconds he’d spent taking off my jeans was too long.

“I can’t stop,” he growled. Then he tore at the front of his pants. I writhed under him, digging my nails into his back, my whole body thrumming with expectation.

“Bones-!”

His name ended in a cry as he thrust inside me. My loins clenched at the excruciating pleasure as he moved deeper, stretching me with his length and thickness. I latched my mouth onto his neck, straining toward him while my nails raked down his back.

Words spilled out of me, but I didn’t know what they were. My heart beat so loudly, it deafened me. Those deep, hard thrusts had me sobbing with ecstasy. Every nerve ending sizzled and my muscles tensed as he increased his pace, until I heard myself crying out for more in a voice that broke from passionate sobs.

Bones yanked my hips up, tilting me as he pushed so deeply inside me that I screamed. He leaned forward, increasing the ecstatic pressure, and rocked hard and rhythmically. Blasts of pleasure shot through me. That boiling tension ruptured all at once, shaking me with the orgasm. He didn’t pause, and his continued movements kept me shouting with passion. After a few minutes, his hands clamped on my hips while his whole body tensed. A hoarse cry was followed by a throb deep within as his climax vibrated through me, and I reveled in the feel of it.

After several moments, he shifted to rest his weight on his arms, waiting until I stopped hyperventilating before he kissed me.

“Bloody hell, luv, I’m trembling.”

I gasped out a laugh at the surprise in his voice. “You always do.”

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t.” Then concern skipped across his features. “Did I hurt you? Didn’t mean to lose control like that –”

“Do I feel hurt to you?” I interrupted with another breathless laugh.

He smiled and it melted me to see it. He was still inside me, still hard, and it felt so right that I thought I’d cry.

I didn’t because in the next instant, red and blue lights flashed behind him. Bones let out a vile curse just a voice boomed out, “Police! Come out with your hands up!”

“Are you out of your bloody mind?” he thundered back.

“What’s going on?” I managed to say before he lifted me out from under him, pushing me into the back seat.

“Stay down, stupid sods just cocked their guns,” he muttered.

Guns? “Wait –”

“They’re only human, I’ll tidy this right up,” he cut me off. “There’s a bit of a crowd out there, Catherine. Put this shirt on.”

I was half sitting on his shirt in the back seat, but my clothes were nowhere in sight, so I grabbed it.

“Coming out, lads, nice and easy,” Bones called out.

“With your hands up,” the bullish cop reminded him.

Bones opened the door and stretched out his hands. Meanwhile, I scrambled to put on his shirt.

“Nobody move in the car!” came the next bellow.

“It’s just my wife, mate, no harm. Come and see for yourself.”

Bones was using his vampire voice, raising the hairs on the back of my neck with its timbre. Since I was no longer mindless from lust, I could now hear and see the small crowd hanging out behind the police.  Well, what did I expect? Noisy sex in a parking lot was bound to get noticed.

One of the two policemen approached, and I blushed when I saw Bones get out of the car wearing nothing but his shoes. Thank God the other cars blocked most of him from the bar patrons view.

“Obviously I’m not armed, so let me explain,” he said in the same reasonable, echoing tone.

Once the officer was close enough, Bones hit him with his gaze. His eyes gleamed only for an instant, but it was enough.

“Tell your partner that all’s well and to over here,” he instructed him quietly.

“Jack, come on over,” the cop intoned, lowering his gun. “It’s okay, there’s no assault in progress.”

Inwardly, I ground. People had called the police because they thought there was an assault going on? That’s what I got for being a screamer!

“Ed?”

The other cop hadn’t lowered his gun. He was still cautious, good for him. But he did come closer. Bones waited until the officer’s back was to the crowd before his gaze lit up again.

“Nothing’s going on. False alarm, right, mate? We’re leaving and you won’t even report this.”

“Sure,” the cop said with the same glazed look as his partner, Ed. He even smiled. “You folks take care now, you hear?”

“Thanks ever so,” Bones replied with less graciousness. “Now, tell those bloody people to mind their own business and go back inside.”

“Folks, there’s nothin’ going on here,” Officer Ed rang out, waving at the onlookers. “Go on back inside before I start checking licenses and insurance!”

That got results. With grumbles, the people dispersed. There were a few whistles and some lewd comments, but soon, only a couple of gawkers remained.

“Right, then, gents, off you go.”

Bones waited until the police got back in their car before he walked around to the driver’s side, totally nonchalant about his nudity. In the interim, I’d gotten his shirt on, grateful that it hung to my thighs since my panties were in tatters and my jeans were ruined. Almost getting arrested post-coitus was a definitely a mood kill.

“Here.” I handed him his pants when he opened the door. “Zipper’s ripped, but they’ll cover you.”

Bones stepped into them and then got in the car. I crawled back into the front seat and adjusted the lever until it was upright once more. We drove off with a spin of tires, me closing my eyes at the whole scene.

“This was my fault, Catherine, I’m sorry,” Bones said.

I kept my eyes shut even though it was pointless. “You weren’t the one who screamed so loud that someone called the police.”

“Perhaps not, but I should have controlled myself until we were back at the house. Even worse, I lost complete awareness of my surroundings. It’s a damn good thing only coppers stumbled on us, or I could have gotten you killed.”

I let out a watery laugh. “I’m just as much to blame as you are, and if you’d have tried to put the brakes on before, there would have been an assault in progress.”

He chuckled. “This isn’t the way I intended things to go tonight, but I’ll make it up to you as soon as we get back.”

I sighed. “I’ve got two words that’ll make you forget all about that plan.”

“Indeed?” He sounded highly skeptical.

“Omaha, Nebraska,” I said, and opened my eyes.

“Bugger,” Bones said with feeling.

I nodded. “Yup.”

While I’d watched the drama with Bones and the police, additional things had caught my attention. License plates. The city’s name painted on the cop’s car. The radio dispatcher in the background, giving street addresses and codes. In short, my exact location.

Bones pulled his cell out, dialing. The other end picked up on the first ring.

“Hallo, Charles…no, we’re fine. We’re on our way back, but we ran into a spot of trouble. Catherine knows where we are…yes…right…see you within the hour.”

He hung up. “They’ll start preparations. I’ll ask you to settle back and close your eyes. You know the city, but there’s no need to make it easy for Gregor to find the house. We’re going to drive about for a bit to throw you off from the exact distance.”

“Can we stop at a gas station?”

“Why? We have petrol…oh, right.” He caught on. “Of course.”

I did have to pee, but that wasn’t my only reason for wanting to visit a bathroom. The inside of my thighs were wet, and trotting into a house full of vampires like that didn’t appeal. Add me wearing only his shirt and Bones may as well write ‘Got Laid!’ on his forehead.

Bones went to the nearest service station and got the restroom key for me. I stayed in the car, watching with dark amusement at the looks the counter clear gave him. He was still shirtless and there was a nice big tear along the inseam of his pants. It was a damn good thing Bones also healed so fast, or the various scratch marks and hickeys would have been even more incriminating.

After I answered nature’s call, I freshened up as best I could with paper towels, water and liquid soap. A hot shower would have been preferable, but that wasn’t in the cards. We’d probably be leaving right after we got back to the house.

Bones materialized next to me when I came out of the bathroom, making me jump. I thought he was still waiting in the car.

“You scared me,” I said with a little laugh.

He cast a look down the front of me. “Do you regret making love to me?”

I hadn’t expected that. “Why would you…what…?”

“Simple yes or no, Catherine,” he said, gripping my shoulders and giving me that unblinking gaze.

“No! I mean, I regret what happened afterward with the cops, but…why, do you?”

“Of course not.” He let go. “Then why did you wash as though I’d fouled you?”

He was offended that I’d cleaned up? Okay, that was new.

“Because it’s tacky to walk around like that! I know how well vampires can smell, and there’s a bunch of them waiting back at the house. Grant me a little dignity, will you?”

“Tacky?” Bones appeared to mull the word. “We have a difference of opinion. I’m in no hurry to wash your scent from me. In fact, I can’t wait until it’s all over every inch of me.”

Whoa. Guess Annette had been right about Suggestion Number Two!

A low laugh escaped him. “You’re blushing again. I’m finished holding back – you are absolutely stunning. Do you know why I laughed the first time I saw you? Because I still half-thought that it was a prank. Charles tells me a lurid tale about an arch enemy, a forgotten marriage and a spell to induce amnesia, then in walks this exquisite girl who’s supposed to be my wife. It didn’t even seem possible.”

He kissed me then, quick and fervent. I didn’t even have a chance to respond before he ended it.

“Let’s go. It seems I don’t have any willpower when I kiss you. Later, I’ll kiss and taste every inch of you. I won’t be able to think about anything else until then.”

With far more unsteadiness then before, I got into the car. No, it wasn’t a good idea for him to kiss me. I wanted more when he did that, too, and there were only so many gas stations between here and the house.

###

Thankfully, no one batted an eye when we arrived in our different attire. Bones gave me his coat to wear, so I was decently covered, at least. He only wore his torn pants and shoes, but there wasn’t time for winks and nudges. Mencheres drew him aside as soon as we crossed the threshold, and I went straight to my bedroom to change. Denise and Spade were loading up the car, from what I overheard, and Annette was chatting with Fabian so someone else must be collecting her bags. From the bustle of activity, we’d be leaving soon.

I threw some things into a suitcase that had been laid out on the bed. Already, most of my other things were packed, judging from the empty drawers and the suitcases by the door. A glance in Bones’s room showed a freckle-faced teenager hefting some bags toward the door. He smiled at me and told me he’d be back to get mine. Okay, so we were leaving very soon.

Spade came to get me ten minutes later. “Come with me, Cat, I’ll show you to your car.”

“Where’s Bones?”

He gave me a jaded smile. “Still with Mencheres, I expect.”

That sounded faintly ominous. “It’s not his fault,” I said at once. “I’m the one who didn’t shut my eyes in the parking lot –”

“Quite,” Spade interrupted with a laugh. “Crispin knew when he took you out that you might discover your location. He choose to do it anyway, and now he’s held to task for it. Don’t fret. Mencheres is just giving him the rough edge of his opinion.”

Spade’s demeanor was far friendlier. Ever since had Vlad had torched his house, he’d been a little prickly around me.

“Why are you in such a good mood? Happy about a change of scenery?”

“My best friend is happier,” he responded instantly. “Come now, Cat. If Denise was the one who’d unwittingly cheated on me and I treated her with cool judgment, how would you respond? Especially if she were truly regretful? You’d be skinning off pieces of my arse and we both know it, so can you blame me for wanting to do likewise?”

Well, that was honest. Put in those terms, he also had a point. I’d julienne him if he hurt Denise. Guess he’d fought similar compulsions.

“If I didn’t love him so much, I’d be more logical,” I said at last.

Spade smiled. “I know.” Then he chuckled and gave my ass a quick smack. “That’s why this is still intact, without my boot stuffed up there.”

I slapped at his hand, but he’d already moved it away. Then he took my suitcases, using one to gesture with.

“Come along, Reaper. Let’s get lost again.”

###

An unknown human was at the wheel of the car Spade let me to. He hadn’t bothered to introduce us. That no-name policy, I guessed. As soon as Bones got in, we left. A whole caravan of vehicles was going also, from the sound of it. I had my eyes closed. No need to give Gregor a mental image of things. Wait until he peeked into my mind and found out that I’d had sex with Bones. The thought almost made me smile.

Cool arms settled around me as Bones repositioned me until my head was on his chest. Then something light was placed over me.

“Go on, luv. Open your eyes.”

I did and saw a dark sheet covering both of us. It felt like we were kids paying tent, and I bit back the urge to ask if he’d brought a flashlight.

Bones smiled. “Now at least we can look at each other while we speak. We’ll be driving ‘round two hours before we switch transportation modes. I know you’re tired, but don’t sleep until after that.”

“I’m not that tired. I usually don’t sleep until dawn, anyway.”

A dark brow rose. “You’ve been abed before midnight all week. That’s not your normal routine?”

I decided on an honest answer. “I was avoiding you. First it was because I was mad, and then when I was around you, I’d either babble or do something completely embarrassing. Hiding in my room felt like the lesser of two evils.”

Bones caught my hand in his. “You’re not hiding any longer, right?”

It didn’t escape my notice that he held the same hand he’d used for our blood oath.

“No,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”

It also didn’t escape my notice that the last time we’d been reclined in a car, it had been under very different circumstances. I shifted, finding a more comfortable position, and the movement caused a twinge of soreness down below. Good thing we weren’t going over unpaved roads.

Bones stared at me while his other hand slid down until it rested below my navel.

“I was too rough before. Let me to heal you.”

His voice was soft and with the radio blaring, the human driving the car couldn’t overhear us. It made our conversation feel private even if our circumstances weren’t.

“No,” I whispered. “I like feeling you there. You said my scent was comforting? Well, this is to me, and you weren’t too rough. I loved it. This is what I usually feel afterward, but it isn’t pain, believe me.”

I was telling the truth. This was a pleasant sort of ache, and it increased when his eyes began turning green.

“You deserve so much better than a back seat, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt so much touching you that it broke my will. Gregor might have stolen you from my mind, but it’s clear you went deeper than that. You’re beneath my skin, Catherine, and now I know that no person or spell can take you away from me.”

Happiness coursed through me. “Well, if it helps your progress…I guess we’ll have to do it every night.”

He let out an amused snort. “Believe me, you’re not keeping me from your bed any longer. You only succeeded before because I didn’t know any better. I’d have been howling outside your door like a mangy dog if I had.”

“That would have been the last straw for Spade. He’d have slugged me.”

His arms curled around me. The feel of him was like therapy, soothing away my prior hurts.

“Tell me how we met. I want to know everything about it.”

I settled back with a contented sigh. “You were on a job, and you’d tracked your mark to a bar in Ohio. I was there, too, just itching to kill any vampire I could get alone. I saw you, came over and asked if you wanted to fuck…”

###

The new house didn’t have a barn, horses, or a large, pasture-like backyard. It was in the woods, with nothing but trees all around. The interior also wasn’t as upscale as the last few places. In fact, it was kind of rustic. Spade wrinkled his nose in mild distaste. I loved it.

We’d flown the past few hours, then switched back to cars for the last forty minutes. It was well after dawn and I just wanted to shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed wrapped up in Bones’s arms. Mencheres, however, had other ideas.

“No, because he’s coming with me,” was Mencheres’s immediate response when I asked Bones if he’d be right up.

“Huh?” I stopped on the stairs, my suitcase still in hand.

“I’m afraid I won’t see you until tonight,” Bones nearly sighed the words. “Training. We’re already a bit late.”

“But you haven’t slept,” I protested, starting back down.

“That does not excuse him,” Mencheres stated.

Now I was mad. “Aren’t you a little too old for spitefulness by, oh, a few thousand years?”

Bones came forward to rest a soothing hand on my arm. “I already knew this was my penalty. Think I’d change my actions because of lost sleep? You just get plenty of rest yourself. After all,” he brushed his lips next to my ear, “you’ll need it.”

Short of throwing a fit, there didn’t seem to be much I could do. I contented myself with mentally informing Mencheres that he was a cold-hearted, nasty shit, and turned back around. Guess it was just shower, brush my teeth and go to bed alone for me.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said as I headed back up the stairs.

Bones gave a short laugh. “You’d better be.”

I picked the bedroom on the farthest corner of the second floor. Not the largest, but it was further away from the others. The privacy was an illusion, but it was the best I could do. It would be so nice to have actual privacy again and not just its counterfeit.

After my bath, I slept for a few hours. Not as many as I should have, but I kept waking up and reaching across the empty space. Eventually I gave up and went downstairs. Annette was watching TV, giving instructions to the actress on the screen.

“Don’t run up the stairs, fool, the killer’s right there!”

Ah, a horror movie. Then I sniffed in confusion. “Are you wearing perfume?”

Annette glanced up and laughed. “Are you blind? Look around, Cat.”

At that, I finally took in the rest of my surroundings. Jeez, she was right. If these had been enemy forces, I’d be dead. Roses were on almost every available table top. Long-stemmed, gorgeous, crimson roses.

“Bones had these delivered?”

“No, the Juice Boxes picked them up,” she replied, turning her attention back to the movie. “They’re in a house up the road.”

I wanted to tell her that calling the live-in blood donors Juice Boxes wasn’t polite, but I didn’t bother. All I muttered was, “You’ll never be normal,” and headed back upstairs.

“Neither will you, darling!” Annette sang out.

Uppity English tart. And yet, when she was right, she was right.

###

Denise set down her cards after Spade nudged her.

“No fair,” I protested. “Each player for themselves.”

The three of us had been playing poker. Denise was better at bluffing, but her other skills hadn’t matured as fast. She and Spade partnered up shamelessly.

“It’s not that. We’re going out,” Spade said, setting down his hand.

“Oh.” I dropped my cards. “Well, don’t get freaky in a parking lot. Cops don’t like that.”

Denise burst out laughing. “Is that what happened last night?”

“Let’s just say we disturbed the peace and leave it at that.”

Spade didn’t laugh, but his lips twitched. “It’s a wonder Crispin didn’t kill them.”

I wasn’t about to explain more. Should have just zipped it to begin with. “He might have wanted to. I didn’t ask.”

“Indeed.” His mouth quirked again. “Appears he’s taking precautions this time. We’re going out, Mencheres is leaving, Annette will be staying overnight in the other residence, and Fabian will be floating elsewhere. You’ll have the house to yourselves.”

A slow flush crept its way up my face. “Bones arranged that?”

Now Spade did laugh. “What do you think?”

Well, what indeed? No fewer than six dozen roses were around the house, plus I’d also gotten a box of new lingerie. That had cracked me up, though, because of the note inside.

Now you needn’t fret about wearing someone else’s knickers.

Whatever Mencheres had Bones doing, he’d clearly allowed him some time to make arrangements. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Bones had intentions about tonight, lack of sleep or no lack of sleep.

“Um, have a nice time,” I said, trying to play it cool.

Spade didn’t say, ‘You too!’ with a knowing wink. He only smiled and took Denise by the hand.

“We’ll be back before dawn.”

They left and soon after, Annette followed suit. Since it was after dark, Bones would be here soon. I cleaned up the poker debris and then went in my room.

A lot of women have a ritual for a planned sexual encounter. In a way, it was the pre-foreplay foreplay. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I’d already shaved from my earlier bath, so that was done. Then I applied unscented lotion, further smoothing my skin. After a quick blow-dry, I put a few curls into my hair to make it messily full. Finally, I applied a hint of makeup with matte lipstick.

I’d just finished when I heard the car pull up. I went downstairs, wanting to be semi-posed. As the car stopped, I positioned myself on the couch, then thought, what if he wasn’t alone? I jumped up, starting back up the stairs, but relaxed a second later. I’d only heard one car door shut, so Mencheres must not have returned with Bones.

The key turned in the lock, making it too late for me to repeat my former pose. I only had time to turn around as Bones came in. Instead of the sultry hello I’d prepared, all that came out was a breathy, “Hi.”

Bones didn’t say anything as his eyes moved over me. I was wearing the long, tonally dyed slip that had come with the new bras and panties. At the top, it was the palest pink, with whisper-thin straps and a deep neckline. As it went past my hips, it darkened in color until the bottom was a deep rose. I wasn’t wearing anything under it, and since it revealed far more than it hid, his gaze didn’t miss an inch.

“Catherine.”

His voice, thicker with desire, made warmth course through me.

“Take me to bed.” Not very original, but I couldn’t seem to say anything else. Really, the last two words were redundant, anyway.

In a blink, he was in front of me, his hands on my hips. They massaged me with slow circles as his mouth went to my neck. His tongue at my pulse shivered me, as did the brush of his fangs, then he went past my collarbone, dragging his lips down further. Finally he settled on my breast, licking the peak before sucking it through the material.

The chafe of silk and his mouth grew while his hands explored my curves. He didn’t raise the slip, but used the fabric to his advantage as he dragged it along my body. I gripped his head, feeling dangerously weak when his mouth descended on my other breast.

“Take me to bed now,” I managed to say, glad it hadn’t come out as another, more explicit demand.

A strong suction had me arching my back to press closer to him. My nipples throbbed when he lifted his head. His eyes met mine, and they were scalding green.

His arms coiled around me, lifting me though his head stayed near my breasts, kissing the valley in between them. The staircase didn’t even creak with his quick steps, and he went straight to my bedroom. He could probably smell which one I’d slept in.

Bones set me on the bed, but I pushed him back when he began to stretch out next to me.

“Take off your clothes.”

He stopped me when I began to undo his buttons. “Not yet.”

“Yes. I want to touch you.”

A groan came out of him. “Later, luv. I’m barely clinging to my control as it is, and I have plans for you.”

That wasn’t what I wanted, no matter how great it would feel.

“Forget your control. I want you, not your willpower.”

“Willpower?” He chuckled, smoothing the nightgown up my leg. “You’re very wrong. I don’t have any with you.”

I stopped his hand. “If your clothes stay on, so do mine.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt. I slid my palms along his chest when it was revealed. His skin felt incredible, so sleek and tight. When his shirt came off, he started on his pants. I slid closer to him, kissing his neck. His other hand climbed higher up my thigh.

My breath caught at the intimate stroke of his fingers. His touch was gentle, finding and then teasing the most sensitive parts of me. I opened my legs, gasping, and he began to suck on my throat. Not breaking the skin, just capturing my pulse in his mouth and tonguing it.

I pushed his pants down his legs. Two small thuds on the floor were his shoes, then finally, he was naked. I couldn’t stop touching him, reveling in the hum of power under his skin, his muscles, and all the familiar ridges and valleys of his body. Feeling them again aroused me almost as much as his seeking fingers.

When I reached down to close my hand around him, he caught it. “Let me look at you.”

Lust deepened his voice. His fangs were also out and his eyes were green fire. He dragged my nightgown up and over my head before letting it fall to the side. When he spoke again, his voice was throatier.

“Sometimes I think I’ve dreamt you. Or that I’ve died and you’re my heaven.”

I stroked his cheek. “Or your hell, but I don’t want to debate. I want you inside me.”

“Yes.” It was a hiss.

His body covered mine, pressing me back. My legs cradled his hips as he took my hands, stretching them over my head. Then the hard, thick feel of him grazed me. I strained against him, impatient, wanting to grab him and feel him cleave into me.

“Now, Bones.”

His eyes glowed brighter at my panted words. “Not…yet.”

He slid down, his mouth settling between my legs. A long, slow lick tore a cry from me, then additional, sensual delves left me burning with need.

“So sweet,” he growled. “You taste like crushed flowers, and I must have more.”

His tongue went deeper, almost convulsing me. Bands of pleasure yanked together in my belly, my heart thumped, and every inch of me felt on fire.

“Bones, now!”

A high-pitched demand he responded to by pulling my thighs over his shoulders, continuing his erotic assault. I clutched his head, all my words replaced by moans. He tasted every millimeter of me, until I rocked against him in ecstasy. Everything inside me tensed when he began to suck on my clitoris, his fangs rubbing instead of piercing. Those strong pulls detonated the fireball in me, that inner throb erupting so fast, I didn’t even have time to scream.

Bones moaned, caressing my thighs as I shuddered from my climax. Then languorous warmth filled me, making me sound drowsy though I was far, far from sleepy.

“Your mouth is deadly, you know that?”

A laugh tickled me and he gave a last lick before answering. “I enjoyed that so much, I almost came with you.”

I kissed him when he slid up, winding my arms around his neck. “Not yet,” I breathed as he grasped my hips and moved between them.

“No?” he asked, stilling. “Too soon afterward?”

I pushed him away enough to maneuver. “No, but first…”

My head was at his stomach when he stopped me with a steel grip.

“Don’t.”

The flat refusal in his voice surprised me. “Why not?”

Something lurked in his eyes, gone in an instant, but I still caught it. If I hadn’t known him so well, I wouldn’t have.

“Not now.” He moved me up and smiled. “My control is thin, and I want to take my time. Not be disgracefully quick like in the car.”

“Bones.” I held his gaze. “I’m not asking, and don’t stop me again.”

I slid lower on the bed and he held himself absolutely still. It pierced me, because I’d seen in that glimpse what the real problem was. Raw, guilty shame had flashed in his eyes. The memory of what I’d overheard with Cannelle bothered him as much as it did me, it seemed.

I rubbed my cheek on his stomach while handling him with soft touches. “I love your skin. It’s like a drug. I have to feel you when I’m near you, and when I’m near you, I want to taste you…”

I flicked my tongue into the crease of his thigh and his tenseness eased a notch. He couldn’t see it, but I smiled. In this, I was confident. Long ago, he had taught me all his weaknesses.

I licked along both creases of his thighs, only letting my breath fall on the hard length that throbbed against my cheek. Then my tongue grazed the sensitive skin of his sack, and he shuddered.

He sat up, reaching for me. “Catherine, let me –”

“No.” I batted his hands away. “Just you.”

He laughed somewhat unsteadily. “Why do I feel as though I’m in trouble?”

I met his eyes, giving a single, long lick along the length of his shaft. “Because you are.”

Several minutes later, he came with a shout that would have caused someone to call the police, if we’d been back in that bar parking lot.

“You think that my mouth is deadly?” His voice was strained as he pulled me up to him. “You’ve shown me to be a rank amateur.”

My laugh was throaty. “If you’re just being polite, you have only yourself to blame. You taught me what to do.”

“Then well done to me.” Bones captured my mouth with a long, deep kiss that excited me almost as much as hearing his shout of pleasure. I slid on top of him, straddling him.

“Too soon afterward?” I teased.

Hard flesh pierced me, replacing my laughter with an extended moan. Oh, the feel of him! Moving slowly but powerfully, swaying me to his pace. I balanced on his shoulders until he sat up, gripping me close. Then his mouth went to my breast, sucking with erotic intensity before his fangs penetrated the tip.

It wasn’t a deep bite. Just enough to send throbs of pleasure through me from the juice in his fangs. My nipple felt seared, and when he sucked and bit the other one, all my defenses fell away.

“I love you.”

It was a gasp I couldn’t hold back even though logic said it was too soon. My reason had just flatlined, however, leaving only my emotions in control. Bones’s mouth left my breasts and he froze like I’d flipped a switch.

Suddenly, I was nervous. “I meant, I love this -”

“Don’t you dare.” His hands left my body to hold my face. “Say that again.”

“I don’t want you to, to feel obligated –”

“Never say that to me again.”

He was still inside me, but not moving anymore. Back at the compound, I’d admitted to Bones that I loved him, but hadn’t said it since. Now, however, the intimacy of our joined bodies was too powerful, forcing out the words that fear wanted to hold back.

“I love you, Bones. I love you so much, God, so very, very much.”

“Do you know how that makes me feel?” he whispered. “I’ve been many things these past two centuries, but I haven’t known real happiness until this moment. I don’t know if these are old emotions or new ones, and I don’t care anymore. Please, Catherine. Please. Say that again.”

He kissed me with the longing of someone starved, then began making love to me with an intensity that had tears coursing down my cheeks. I forgot that he was running on no sleep. Forgot Annette’s advice on what tricks to try. I forgot everything except his last request, and I told him that I loved him with almost every gasping breath.

***

Author’s note: This is the end of the deleted alternate “middle” of Destined For An Early Grave. The rest of the story would have gone on pretty much as the published version, with Cat turning into a vampire and Gregor kidnapping then forcibly changing over her mother. I had planned to have Bones regain his memory during the climactic fight scene with Gregor at the end. In that, Gregor would have used a knife secretly filled with his blood, intending to kill Bones in those vulnerable moments when his memories came crashing back. Cat’s reaction would have been the same: blowing Gregor’s head off when she realized that Bones was about to die. Cat would have gotten away with interfering in their duel the same way she did in the published version: after Veritas examined the knife and found the secret device on it, confirming that Gregor had cheated. Cat’s confirmation that Bones’s memory had returned would have come right afterward, the first time he called her Kitten again.

I hope you enjoyed this alternate version. Since many of you have asked, I intend to keep all four parts on my website for the next 30 days, and then I’m taking it down. Some of you have also asked if I have any more alternate versions from the Night Huntress series, and the answer is yes. I have a very long, alternate version of the beginning of At Grave’s End. I was debating posting it in parts on my blog like I did with this one, so if you liked reading a different version of Cat and Bones’s story, let me know. If you didn’t like it, let me know that, too. I don’t want to post more of these alternate versions if they tarnish most readers’ memories of the series, so let your opinion be heard because it matters to me.

Thank you.

The Beautiful Ashes contest winners

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Here are the names of the contest winners from last week’s giveaway of The Beautiful Ashes.  We had such an overwhelming response to the giveaway that it was great to be able to have 20 winners with this contest.  Thanks to everyone who entered!

And now, here are the winners…

Jennifer Brock, Kim Barker, Teddi Muirbrook, Shannon Gammon, Kimberly DuPre, Sarah Monahan, Stacy White, Sherry Singh, Karen Snow, Ginny Dulaney, Jennifer Engles, Kat Neguette, Ana Hernandez, Janelle Hagelin, Vanessa Helmich, Brittany Wininger, Lisa Sailing, Sarah Murphy, Joella Perez and Brittany Chafin.

Congrats, all! Replies have been sent to your entries with instructions. Hope you enjoy the book!

If you haven’t already seen the trailer for The Beautiful Ashes, watch it here.

Also, a reminder that Part 4, the final part of the alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave, goes up tomorrow. If you haven’t read the previous three parts, they are here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave, Part 3

dfaeg-640x480-300x225It’s time for Part 3 of the alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave. If you’ve already read Parts 1 and 2, you can skip to the ***’s to read the next part. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, here is the recap:

I have a lot of deleted scenes from my first four novels, and in some cases, alternate versions. Many of you have said that you miss Cat and Bones now that their story came to an end in Up From The Grave, so I decided to post a never-before-seen, deleted alternate version of the “middle” of Destined For An Early Grave. Because it’s so long (over 30K words!) I’m going to post it in four parts on my blog. Part 1 was posted on July 26th and Part 2 was posted on August 2nd, so if you didn’t read either of them, go here for Part 1 and here for Part 2 to get caught up. Part 3 is below, and Part 4 will be posted on August 16th to conclude the alternate version.

How did I end up with an alternate “middle” to Destined For An Early Grave? Because I changed my mind about a subplot. In the original version, when Bones left Cat after the infamous “piano scene” to go to New Orleans, Gregor found a way to erase Bones’s memory of Cat, similar to how Mencheres had erased Cat’s memory of Gregor when she was a teenager. As you can imagine, having Cat erased from his mind changed Bones’s behavior dramatically, and thus the original middle of the novel was very different from the version that was later published. I decided to take that subplot out because so much had already happened to Cat and Bones in DFAEG that the memory loss seemed too burdensome. However, I’m sentimental, which is why I took the chunk out of the final manuscript, but didn’t delete it from my computer.

So, if you want to see Cat and Bones interacting with each other while Bones has no memory of their previous life, read on. For context, Part 1 of the alternate “middle” version starts on page 207 of the published version of Destined for an Early Grave, or 55% into the ebook, so if you want to familiarize yourself with what was going on back then, grab your copy and brush up. You’ll see some scene overlapping with only small changes at first, then the new content starts after Cat arrives at the military base.

In case you’re wondering, the entirety of the alternate “middle” ends right before Cat is turned into a vampire. After that, the story was pretty much the same as in the published version, which is why I call this a deleted “middle” section of DFAEG. Also, among other notable differences, Spade and Denise are already a couple in this version. Their romance originally happened off page, which changed when I got the green light to write First Drop Of Crimson.

Adult content warning: Some or all of these four parts will contain explicit language, violence, and sexual situations. This is also unedited, so my apologies in advance for any spelling or grammar errors. If you want to point those errors out, do so in the comments and I will correct the posted version.

Bones fangirl warning: His memory of Cat has been stolen, as stated above, so it starts out with Bones acting like he used to before he met Cat *cough, slut, cough*. If you don’t want to see Bones that way, don’t read this.

All explanations, warnings and disclaimers aside, here is Part 2 of the alternate “middle” version of Destined For An Early Grave:

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Water rushed all around me, too thick to swim in. How did I get in the ocean? Why couldn’t I swim? Where was everybody?

“Somebody help!”

My cry went unanswered. The water seemed to be pulling me under. I gasped, choked, and felt the burning of it in my lungs. This was how I was going to die. Alone and drowning. Funny, I’d always thought that I would die in a fight…

“Take my hand.”

Blindly I reached out – and then realization hit me and I yanked my arms back.

“Damn you, Gregor, leave me alone!”

He materialized in front of me, floating right above the water. An invisible wind blew his ash blond hair, and those smoky green eyes were glowing emerald. The waves lapped at his feet, but they didn’t suck him in. That relentless undertow was only for me.

“You’re nothing to Bones but an unwanted burden now. How does it feel, knowing what he’d rather be doing, and all the women he’d rather be with doing it with?”

“There’s one less of those now, isn’t there?” I snapped, trying to keep my head above that thick water.

Oui, that was unexpected. You shall regret it, mon amour. Come to me now, and you may spare the others my wrath.”

“No dice, Gregor. The only way you’re getting me is dead.”

“Why do you do this,” he shouted, giving up his false calm. “I offer you everything, and you’d rather be the whore of a whore!”

Something was in the water with me. It felt like hands wrapped around my ankles, pulling me down. Maybe Gregor could actually kill me in my sleep. After all, Patra nearly had.

“Because I’m happier being a whore’s whore than being with you.”

After I said it, I quit fighting. I let myself sag and the water closed over my head. In a weird way, it felt like being flushed because all of a sudden, I was moving downward very fast and then –

“Wake up, Catherine!”

Bones was shaking me. Instinctively I coughed, but there was no water in my lungs. I was in bed, and the only thing wet on me was my own sweat.

“I’m awake,” I croaked

Bones released me, and that’s when I noticed that my cheek stung. Guess he’d been doing more than shaking me.

“You said no more beatings,” I joked to take the edge off of how rattled Gregor’s dream had made me

Bones let out a relieved laugh.

“Made me break a promise right quickly, didn’t you? Charles told me what it would look like if Gregor connected to you in your sleep, but it’s the damndest thing to see it. It’s like you’re dead, only I can hear your heart beating.” Bones leaned closer, brushing away the fine sheen of sweat from my brow. “This is Gregor’s doing, isn’t it? Despicable filth.”

“I’m okay.” I sat up, puling the covers over me where I’d kicked them away. He watched without blinking.

“You were crying out that you were drowning. That’s very far from okay.”

A glance at the clock showed that it was close to five in the morning. “He can’t try it again today. It takes a few days before he’s strong enough to make another go at me, so I’m fine. Really.”

Bones slowly moved away, not taking his eyes off me. It made me flash to how long it had been since we’d been in bed together. Weeks? More? Cowardly, I shut my eyes, hugging the pillow to my cheek as if I were exhausted.

“You can go back to bed, Bones. As I said, I’m fine.”

Nothing but loaded silence for a moment, then finally, I heard him get up and leave, closing the door behind him.

I opened my eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. Damn Gregor, and damn me for being a fool who let him dreamsnatch me before. What I wouldn’t give to take it all back and not have gone with him that day. Bones – the old Bones – had been right. I shouldn’t have cared about my lost memories. It wasn’t like they’d also stolen my strength and left me dangerously vulnerable, as Bones’s lost memories had done. Who would have guessed that one day, he’d need Gregor’s blood to unlock what was stolen from his mind? Too bad I hadn’t packed an extra vial of Gregor’s blood for the road when I drank from him that day…

“That’s it!”

I vaulted out of bed, my mind racing from a sudden surge of hope. I’d drunk Gregor’s blood. Was enough of it still in my system to help Bones?

I went straight into Bones’s room without knocking. He was just settling himself into bed, and in my excited state, I plowed ahead with no forethought.

“Eat me, quick. It might not be too late!”

Instead of going for my neck, Bones whisked me onto the bed and yanked my pajama bottoms down.

“What is your problem?” I gasped, slapping him. Then I pulled my pants back on. He’d had them off in a blink.

Bones sat on his haunches and touched his face in disbelief. “What’s yours, luv?”

All of a sudden, I realized his translation. Instead of being apologetic, I was incredulous.

“I meant eat me as in bite me. Wow, you don’t even know me, but you’d just, just dive right in, huh? Come on, a virtual stranger stomps in here and says ‘eat me’ and you don’t even protest? You should’ve demanded a hand job, at least!”

Bones just gazed at me and then dropped his hand from his cheek. “You confuse me, Catherine.”

That deflated some off my huffiness. Well, that, and the way the sheets barely covered his lap.

“Are you naked?” I asked before catching myself.

He regarded me with suspicion. “Is this another trick question?”

“No, never mind. Look, here’s what I meant – drink my blood. I had Gregor’s blood a couple weeks ago, so some of it might still be in me. Maybe enough to make a difference. Get it?”

Bones’s expression hardened and he gestured to me with an impatient swipe. “Come here.”

Oh, now he was all business.

“I can’t believe you would have let me order you to munch on me,” I grumbled, circling the bed to sit by him.

His hand shot out, pulling me closer. “Considering what you overheard the other day, I reckon it’s the least I could do.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond. His mouth went to my throat, I felt his tongue seeking out the right spot, and then he bit.

The warmth hit me almost immediately. Bones’s arms supported me, sensing when my spine went to jelly. Deep, steady suctions curled my toes while heat cascaded through me. I knew I was making little gasping sounds, but damned if I could help it. This didn’t just feel hot, good, and sensual. It felt necessary. Like if he didn’t drink me, somehow, I’d be the one who was left starving.

I moaned his name, reaching up to touch him. He caught my hands, holding them to my sides while he drew away and closed the punctures with his blood. I swayed without his support, glad I was sitting or I might have fallen over.

“Bones?” I made his name question this time, not an exhalation of enjoyment.

“It didn’t do anything, Catherine. Best you leave now.”

He looked away when he said it, his shoulders rigid. Everything about him was distant and almost angry.

I got up, cursing myself for not thinking of trying this sooner. What if a couple more days would have made all the difference?

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, and returned to my room as fast as I’d left it.

###

The next morning, I woke up to find that Bones was already gone. After breakfast, I gave Denise a hug and told her there was something I had to do. Then I marched to the stables and grabbed a shovel.

About fifteen minutes into me cleaning the first stall, a teenage boy with freckles and brown hair came running in the stable.

“Stop!”

This I’d expected. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Uh, people just call me Pony.”

“Pony? Call me Red. I’m House, right? So, as House, I get to do certain things. Today, I’m going to clean out these stalls and then exercise and rub down the horses. Is that your job?”

“Uh huh.” He chewed his lip nervously.

“Take the day off, Pony. If anyone gives you trouble, send them to me. You can’t talk me out of this, so don’t bother. Now, be a good kid and point me to the feed, okay? Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing.”

Eight blissful hours of labor later, I felt better. Finally, I’d done something productive. The stalls were sparking, although I was covered in dirt, manure, sweat and straw. Pony had hung around most of the day, trying not to be noticed. Maybe he was afraid I’d screw something up and was preparing for damage control. I gave him a wave when I went into the house, laughing to myself at his dumbfounded expression.

Yeah, kid. Chicks can do the same thing boys can.

I took my time in the shower to get the stench of the stalls from me. Then I pulled my damp hair into a ponytail and put on jeans and a comfortable shirt. When I went downstairs, I was in a much better mood. And hungry. Spade and Denise were in the lounge sipping sherry, looking sophisticated even in these rural surroundings.

“Who do I ask to get a burger and some French fries? Oh, and a milkshake.”

Spade gave me a mocking grin. “Not going to insist on peeling the potatoes, milking the cow and churning the ice cream yourself? You must be knackered.”

“You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl,” I said tartly, refusing to let him ruin my mood. “Want to check under my fingernails to see if I missed some dirt?”

“I shouldn’t wonder if you did.” He gestured to a computer across the room. “It’s for inhouse use. Type what you want and when you want it. They’ll send it up.”

“Thanks.”

Forty minutes later, I was devouring my second burger. Yep, the first one had been that good. Instead of another milkshake, I drank a Coke. Since Denise and Spade probably wanted some time alone together, I let them be and ate on the balcony. I’d just settled back and let out a contented burp when Bones’s voice almost made me leap out of my skin.

“Hello, Catherine.”

My plate skidded across the floor from my jump. “Holy hell, when did you sneak in here?”

Bones bent for the dish even as I hurried to do the same. His fingers brushed mine when each of us grasped it. I let go first, that cursed awkwardness setting in again.

“Ah, thanks. Don’t know why I’m so jumpy. And I guess I should apologize for the truck-driver burp. Charming, huh?”

He set the plate down and his mouth twitched.

“Actually, it was. It’s the first time I’ve seen you relaxed. My apologies for startling you. Mencheres and I walked the last few miles back, that’s why you didn’t hear the car.”

I had no idea what to say. After last night’s babble fest, then my seriously misinterpreted directive, maybe silence was the best option.

Bones sat down on a nearby chaise lounge. I picked the one across from him and sat. At that, he vacated his spot and sat next to me, an arched brow daring me to move.

“We can do this all night.”

I laughed at the idea of playing musical chairs with a vampire about to hit his bicentennial birthday.

“Just to see Spade’s face, we should.”

He laughed as well, an easy chuckle that doused me with nostalgia. His hand found mine and I squeezed back out of habit until reality made me pull away.

Or try to.

His fingers tightened, not letting me go. “We can do this all night, too, but really, can’t you let me at least hold your hand?”

“God, Bones, I have no idea what I’m doing.”

The words escaped in a moment of truthful frustration. Now I really tried to get away, but that made him coil his arms around me.

“Stop. I told you that you smelled familiar. You feel familiar as well, and right now, that’s all I have to go on.”

I stopped squirming. Bones leaned back, maneuvering me until I was cradled by his arms and legs. His chest was my support, and he propped another pillow under him before making a satisfied noise.

“Much better. Are you comfortable?”

I was. My back fit into his chest and his leg danged off the lounge as it had the many previous times he’d held me like this. The familiarity plus not having to look at him helped quell my awkwardness.

“I’m not making this any easier on you, am I?” I murmured. “You’d be so much better as the spouse of the amnesia sufferer. I’m screwing things up seven ways from Sunday.”

“No, you’re not, and please, quit cataloguing your faults. I don’t care if you belch, never wear makeup, chew with your mouth open or scream profanity in church. Loyalty and honesty, as I told you, are the only two qualities I bother about.”

“So it would have been fine if I had been sixty, zaftig and with a spine like a question mark?”

His snort of laughter ticked my ear. “Yes. Though I would have needed to research the best way to shag you.”

I elbowed him. “You probably already know.”

Another snort. “A gentleman never tells.”

“If I marry any, I’ll remember that.”

My dry comment only made him laugh again. The way it kept hitting my skin sent pleasant shivers through me, and I didn’t think it was an accident.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

He sounded even more amused. If it were an English term, he probably would have followed it up with, duh.

“Save your breath, I’m not sleeping with you yet. Getting to know someone before you find their G-spot is probably a new experience for you. At least this way, I’ll be original.”

Now his laughter didn’t hit my neck, because he threw his head back to let it out without restraint.

“Don’t fret, Catherine. Even if you weren’t my wife, you’d still be an original, but please, tell me all about yourself. I wanted to know everything anyway, but that infinitely lovely ‘yet’ makes me even more anxious.”

“You shouldn’t be in such a rush.” This topic was starting to make me antsy again. “After all, I might suck in bed.”

“Be still my non-beating heart.”

It took me a second, then I elbowed him again. “I’m serious. I suppose we should discuss it, though, so, ah, something doesn’t come up at a bad time…”

I trailed off, trying to find the right words without blushing.

“I suppose I was very hard to please?” he asked wryly. “Berated you if I wasn’t satisfied, did I?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why do you believe I would now?”

Too late, I saw the trap. Aw, hell, how to explain?

“Don’t take this the wrong way. You…you loved me. Even the first time, when I didn’t know anything, you loved me and it…it meant you were grading on a wide curve, okay?”

“Ah.” A pause. “Was I your first?”

This was a very personal topic, but it was about him, too. Even if he didn’t remember.

“My second, but I don’t really count the guy before you. He took my ‘no’ as a ‘come and get me!’”

“What was his name?”

“Danny Milton.” Wow. Been a while since I’d thought about him.

“One ‘l’ or two?”

His tone was so causal, it took me a second. “One ‘l,’ why…oh! Are you serious? With everything going on, you’d want to track him down?”

He sat up, jostling me with a little the motion. “With that description, yes.”

Since Danny was dead, there was no point in arguing further. “Rest easy, then. You already killed him.”

“Good.”

He leaned back and we sat in silence for a few more minutes. The whole thing felt surreal. Like the past two months hadn’t happened and we were back on our own porch just watching the sky together. Every so often, he’d inhale and exhale. Listening to that felt strangely intimate, especially since I felt the rise and fall of his chest against my back. Bones didn’t need to breathe, so he was taking my scent into him. Repeatedly.

He was the one who broke the silence.

“When I saw you kiss Vlad, I wasn’t merely affronted because you were my wife. It…hurt, for an instant. Very unexpected, that. And now, instead of learning more about my past with Charles or Mencheres, I’d rather sit here with you. To be frank, it frightens me.”

“Why?”

My voice was hushed, like the one you’d use if you were sharing secrets in the dark. His lowered, too, until it was soft but not yet a whisper.

“I have so much to lose. Overnight, I’m Master of my own line and at war with another Master, but that’s not what I’m afraid of. I have experience in leading and in fighting, yet it seems I’ve already been a shoddy husband. I’m afraid to fail you again, Catherine.”

I squeezed his hand. “You don’t know how to fail. And before…before our big blow-out, you made me very happy, Bones.”

He didn’t move, but the mood became different. Quiet confessions turned into something else. I felt it in the quickening of his power, the flex of coiling energy beneath me.

“I’d like to make you happy again.” His voice thickened. “It doesn’t have to be about me. I’ll stay within whatever limits you set.”

The fact that for a second, a part of me considered it made me fling myself way from him.

“No. Believe me; you’ve already proven yourself in that regard. I-I’m not ready to open that door and I’m not going to crack it, either. You don’t deserve to do penance on me while I get off.”

Bones watched me while I paced, staying in his reclined position on the chaise lounge. Damn him for being so gorgeous, and God help me, I did still want him, no matter that I was dealing with my hurt over everything that had happened, both with and without his memory.

His mouth lifted in his old, knowing smile, and when he inhaled again, that smile widened.

“Your desire scents the air, so let me know when you change your mind. It’s not penance, I assure you. I simply want you any way that I can have you.”

I had to leave, now. Before my chastity went up in flames.

“Goodnight.”

I left the balcony. Bones didn’t follow. As I headed toward my bedroom, I heard him take in another long breath and then let it out in a sigh.

###

What do you do when you’re on a diet and your favorite food is within gobbling distance? I tried more pacing in my bedroom, but that didn’t help. Turned on the TV, but that only made it worse. All the local channels were off, leaving just the premiums. No matter what I flipped to, it seemed sex was on every one. Finally, with grim frustration, I ran a bath and settled myself into the tub. Well, it had been a while since Bones normally kept me more than sated, but it had to be like riding a bike, right?

Of course, that didn’t turn out as planned, either.

First, I was too rough. I attacked my flesh like it had done something wrong, which only increased the need while doing nothing to ease it. Great, now I was sore and frustrated. Finally, I forced myself to go slower and to think happy thoughts. The warm water soothed my previous attempts and my gentleness began to pay off. At last, progress. My breath shortened, fantasies and memories intermingling in my mind.

Bones’s hands all over me, teasing, seeking, driving me insane. The weight of his body pressing me into the bed. His mouth between my legs, tongue stroking, delving and flicking, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Then that hard, deep thrust as he’d push himself inside me –

And him flinging open the bathroom door to come toward me. I froze in shock, my hand still jammed between my legs. Then I found my voice. “Get out!”

My demand only slowed him, but it was the conditioner bottle bouncing off his head that brought him to a stop.

“Catherine –”

The shampoo bottle beamed him next. Some of the green left his eyes as the soap followed. Then my razor. Soon I was out of items and just splashing water at him.

“But you called me in here,” he exclaimed, backing away at last.

“No, I didn’t!”

I yanked the shower curtain off, covering myself, and grasped the iron rod, burning all over with embarrassment.

That backed him all the way out. “It seems there’s been a misunderstanding –”

Getoutofhere!”

I couldn’t even separate the syllables in my humiliation. He translated, however, and a second later, I heard the door shut. Then worse, Spade’s muffled laughter, immediately shushed by Denise.

“For crying out loud,” I hissed, the shower curtain still clinging to me. “Can’t a person even masturbate in peace?”

###

The next day, the adult thing would have been to go downstairs, act as if nothing had happened, and proceed about my business.

Well, who had ever accused me of acting like an adult?

I faked sleep until noon, took lunch in my room, and then watched movies with the fortitude of a professional loaf. Plead another headache to anyone who dared to knock and inquire. The only activity I indulged in was a shower, having reassembled mine later last night. It was a cold one, too, my hands used for hygienic purposes only.

When evening finally came and Bones returned, his question about my whereabouts was met with Spade’s instant laughter.

“Headache, mate.” Spade didn’t bother to suppress his continued chuckles. “You might want to take my word for it. Don’t want her injuring herself booting you from her room this time.”

“Stuff it, Charles.” Bones sounded as amused as I felt. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

I stayed in bed, not wanting to make my lie more obvious by puttering around upstairs. The small, still-sane part of argued that I couldn’t keep this up. Bones needed support, not hiding. Considering his sexual history, a little rub-in-the-tub probably didn’t even register on his dirty meter.

It took three hours of mental berating before I climbed out of bed. Another forty-five minutes of similar scolding in the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth to a ridiculous level. Twenty minutes to rehearse opening lines for our conversation. Another hour of backing out before deciding to go for it. By then, however, I figured it was too late. Bones had to be asleep by now.

That brought me back to staring at the ceiling. I had every speck of knockdown on it memorized. At this hour, couples in the house were starting to get active. Trying to tune out the various noises only highlighted my loneliness. I was so engrossed in my attempts to ignore any grunty, squeaky sounds, it took me a few more minutes to realize that some of them came from the next room.

At that, I shot out of bed. Pressed my ear to the wall and strained to listen. Son of a bitch, there it was! Oh, subdued, sure. Very hushed, but unmistakable feminine pants mixed with Bones’s moans.

As if in a dream, I saw myself calmly get my knife, walk the short distance to his room, and kick his door right off the hinges.

“What the hell?”

Bones was in bed. Alone, so he or the slut must have heard me coming. His covers were mussed and the TV was on, but I kept my main attention on seeking out my prey.

“Where is she?”

His gaze dropped to the knife in my hand and then the broken door near my feet. “Have you lost your wits altogether?”

“Going to play it that way? Fine.”

I darted forward, checking under the bed. Nothing. Then I yanked open the closet doors, tearing one off with my forcefulness. There went another household item, but no one was hiding in the closet. When I headed for the bathroom, Bones had his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with more than a hint of anger.

“Care to play hot or cold? Let me give you a hint: you’re freezing.”

I threw him a venomous glare and checked the bathroom anyway, keeping a wary eye on the bedroom door. No bitch was going to sneak past me. Had to be a vampire or ghoul. I didn’t hear any heartbeat except my own.

No one was in the bathroom, either. Or the linen closet, which looked too small, but I checked anyway. I even knocked over the wicker laundry hamper. Only clothes. Then I circled the bed again, seeking any hiding placed I could have missed.

“Getting warmer, pet.”

A large wall unit faced the bed and it had closed sections in it. Bones nodded in that direction and I tightened my grip on the knife. If someone were to scrunch themselves up real small…

“You’re on fire.”

For someone who’d just been caught cheating, Bones didn’t sound guilty or apologetic. Instead, he sounded pissed and more than a little disgusted.

I marched toward the wall unit. Noises were coming from it. Moans, gasps, groans. Then I glanced at the TV. What – ?

“You’re watching porn?” I turned to him, the beginnings of doubt creeping in.

“Take a closer look,” he said with that same harsh edge to his voice.

I gave another cursory glance at the TV screen before zeroing in on the naked male with astonishment. “You’re playing old sex tapes of yourself? What kind of a sick –”

“Careful.” Bones voice was whiplike now. “Accuse me falsely again, and I’ll turn you straight over my knee.”

I drew myself up with indignation. “I dare you to try, you porn-reminiscing perv – ooof!”

Some things time and familiarity had dulled. What should have occurred to me, as I made my taunting statement, was that Bones never bluffed. Ever.

I was facedown on the bed with my mouth full of blankets before I could even yelp. Thwack! went the hard swat right on my ass. Then Bones flipped me over and grabbed my wrists, moving his face only inches away from mine.

“Now, perhaps you’ll let me explain. If you had the slightest ounce of trust, you’d have done that earlier. Instead, despite my repeated promises, you thought I was shagging another woman right under your nose, or at best amusing myself with tapes of prior lovers. I’ve killed people for lesser insults, but since you’re my wife, all you’ll get is a sore arse. Now, look at the girl on the telly, Catherine!”

He used my hair as a handle to tilt my head. Left with few other options, I stared at the screen. Humph, a redhead, figures. Wait a minute…

“That’s me!”

Bones rolled off the bed with a shake of his head. “This, luv, was in the DVDs that Denise gave me, so the only crime I’ve committed tonight is to ogle my own wife. Off topic, you’re absolutely stunning naked. I thought to tell you the same last night, but the many objects hitting me in the face distracted me.”

I was still sprawled on the bed, and yes, my ass was sore. He’d whacked it with authority. For a few astounded moments, I couldn’t decide if I was angry for him daring to spank me, regretful over falsely accusing him of adultery, or flattered by his last compliment.

My own groans from the tape snapped my attention back to the television. I flushed. After making this on a whim during our boat trip to Paris, I hadn’t watched it. Frankly, with everything going on, I’d forgotten about it. Holy hell, this was graphic! We looked like a couple of coke-crazed porn stars.

“I don’t want you seeing this,” I said, striving to lose my fierce blush.

A single brow arched. “Why not?”

“Because!”

I was about to detail my objection in a more reasonable manner when something new on the screen caught my eye. My gaze narrowed.

“Wait a minute. This isn’t supposed to be on here. I told you to turn the camera off. You said you’d turned it off!”

Bones laughed at that, moving over to stand by the TV.

“No, in fact I didn’t. I’ve rewound this part a few times, I confess. You say, ‘I won’t do that with the camera running,’ and I reply, ‘I won’t let a bloody camera stop us from doing anything.’ Then I go to the camera, tap it, come back and say, ‘There. Feel better?’ and, ah, you do appear to feel better, luv. But nowhere do I actually verbalize that I’ve shut it off.”

My mouth hung open further. Bones tapped the screen for emphasis.

“We’ll rewind it, if you’d like. I don’t mind.”

It didn’t matter that the man laughing at me technically hadn’t been the one who tricked me. “You sneaky bastard, you knew I thought it was off!” I sputtered.

“Now, Catherine, I might not remember making that decision, but let me assure you, I’ll claim it. And stand by it proudly.”

That glint was back in his eyes. The one that said he was contemplating a thousand filthy things, and I’d love them all. Belatedly, it occurred to me he was naked. How could I have missed that? Having my ass whacked and then watching a skin-flick starring myself were my main two reasons.

Unable to help it, I took a good, long look. My God, but he was gorgeous. His creamy skin stretched over his hard muscles like it couldn’t get enough of touching them. Then those broad shoulders, rippling arms and chest, flat stomach and of course lower –

“You keep looking at me and licking your lips, and I’m going to get certain impressions,” he said in a silky tone.  “Are they the wrong impressions?”

Had I been licking my lips? Well, who could blame me?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eye-hump you. It’s, er, just been more weeks than I care to count, so…” Stop talking! I groaned inwardly. It’s like you’ve got verbal diarrhea!

“Weeks?” That arched his brow higher.

I let out a sigh and tried to keep my gaze above his waist.

“I didn’t correct your misassumption before because, well, I was mad. Vlad and I never had sex. We slept together, but as friends, nothing more. So yeah, it’s been weeks, and the last time was with you.”

Bones shut the television off. Guess I had his full attention now.

“First, thank you for telling me. I’d believed otherwise, of course, from what Charles had said about interrupting the two of you in bed.”

“The only thing Spade interrupted was sleep,” I said, shrugging. “But of course, he didn’t come to that conclusion.”

“I wouldn’t have, either,” Bones said, sounded almost as if he didn’t believe me.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t sleep with Vlad because he wasn’t you.”

As soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back. It was too honest, too raw, and in its own way, more exposing than the video he’d just watched. I dashed a hand across my suddenly stinging eyes and tried to shake it off.

“Plus, I’m not that easy.” Fake, uneven laugh. “I made you wait months before you got me into bed the first time, which was probably a celibacy record for you.”

Bones still hadn’t said anything. He just stood there staring at me. Moonlight peeked through the windows, caressing parts of his body with light while the rest stayed wrapped in shadows.

I had to leave before I said anything else I regretted. I rolled off the bed. “Sorry about your door and your closet and -”

“Get back in bed.”

“What?”

He came nearer. “Get back in bed. I’m sick of tossing about, unable to sleep because I hear you, yet you’re so far away. It’s only been five nights, but it feels like a bloody year. I’m not asking for sex, Catherine. I just want to hold you while I sleep.”

I told myself it was the least I could do after smashing into his room like an angry She-Hulk to accuse him of cheating. Plus, I’d just admitted to a sleepover with Vlad, so it would look petty if I denied the same request from Bones. None of those reasons were why I nodded and crawled beneath the covers, though. Deep down, I needed to feel his arms around me. I’d been through a nonstop emotional ringer the past several weeks that had drained me both physically and mentally. Right now, being held by Bones sounded like the only thing that would get me through the night, let alone whatever else would be thrown at us next.

After I settled myself into bed, I set my knife on the nightstand. It had been in my hand this whole time; what a fruit loop I was. Bones gave it a brief smile and then climbed into bed, grasping me securely from behind. Our bodies were only separated by my pajamas, and feeling him pressed along the back of me filled me with the weirdest blend of comfort, desire and complete safety. This was nothing like what I’d felt during my sleepover with Vlad. It went deeper in every way.

“I’m glad you didn’t argue with me,” he said, his deep voice lower as he rested his head next to mine. He didn’t realize it, but this was the same way we’d fallen asleep countless times before; me in his arms with his body curved around the back of mine. My emotions might still be in turmoil, but muscle memory seemed to take over. Contentment stole through my limbs, relaxing my body in a way I would have thought impossible only a few minutes ago.

“I’m tired of fighting with you,” I replied, surprised that the words came out with drowsy slowness. When had I closed my eyes? And why was it suddenly impossible to open them?

“Good.” Something brushed my neck that was either his fingers or lips. “This is all I want now, but tomorrow night, Catherine, I’m going to seduce you.”

I let out a sleepy laugh at his bluntness, not to mention his overconfidence. “Is that a warning?”

Now I was sure it was his lips because he did it again, slower and more deliberately.

“A promise.”

***

Read Part 4 next Saturday, August 16th, right here on my website blog.

The Beautiful Ashes book trailer, wallpapers and contest

Lots to include in this post, so let’s get right to it :). I’m so pleased to release the official book trailer for The Beautiful Ashes, Broken Destiny book one. Once again, I turned to Book Candy Studios to produce the trailer and I love what they came up with.

If for some reason the trailer box doesn’t appear above, click here to watch it on my YouTube page. If you want to read excerpts or learn more about the book, I have all of that on this page. You can also preorder your copy from  AmazonBAMPowellsB&N, iBooks, IndieboundAudible.com or your favorite retailer.

Up next are the downloadable wallpapers. For these, I turned to the fabulous Syd Gill, who also created my other downloadable wallpapers as well as my website and Facebook header images. Click the links below to get the best size to fit your computer/tablet:

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As a reminder, I’m traveling to several cities to celebrate The Beautiful Ashes release, so if you haven’t checked out my Appearance schedule, please do! I might be coming to your city in the very near future.

Finally, I just received my author copies for The Beautiful Ashes, so I’m thrilled to be able to hold a contest giving away the final version of the novel. So, let’s get right to that, too!

20 winners will receive a finished paperback copy of  The Beautiful Ashes, Broken Destiny book one.

All winners will be chosen by Randomizer. To enter, please follow the rules below:

1. Send an email to  jeanieneprizes AT gmail DOT com.  (obviously replace the “AT” with an “@” and the “DOT” with a “.” in your email.)

2. Make sure to include your name and the email address you want to be contacted at if you win, if it’s not the email you’re sending your entry from.

3. You can only enter ONCE. Duplicate entries will be deleted.

4. Contest starts now and ends August 14th at 11:59pm Est. Winners will be announced August 15th on my website blog.

 5. International entries are welcome.

Hope you enjoyed the book trailer and the wallpapers. To everyone entering the contest, good luck!