Excerpt from Blood Trouble

13 days to go..... Hurrah although connie could always do her usual trick and release it early. Personally I think she busted a gut to get blood double out early and with her working holiday and all I wouldn't be surprised if she has to push back the release date and I for one wouldn't blame her I don't know many authors who release their books at the rate connie does. With most authors your lucky to get 2 books a year and many it's only 1 so let's all hear a hurrah for connie our workaholic goddess

Hurrah!

...13 days more... I tried to read something different and ended up re-reading Ir'indicti series. Well, in 13 days I'll manage Lissa and Reah, too, for the Xth time. I'm not addicted or anything...

Lol yeah right and I'm the tooth fairy

Dare I hope that you are?

lol, and 11 more days to go yippie

Excerpt posted on Connies Facebook page today........introducing the guy with the pecks!!


"The following blurb is for Robert (and anyone else needing a quick fix). It is also for those who are wondering who the hot guy on the cover of Blood Trouble is:

Sighing and hunching my shoulders against the early morning cold, I misted back to San Francisco and stood in line at my favorite coffee shop to get a latte. It was while I was walking back to my one-bedroom apartment, which lay on the second floor above an empty storefront, that I saw Hank Bell for the first time.

He drove a green Chevy truck that shuddered as it died when he parked it on the street in front of my apartment. I'll admit I blinked at him when he exited the truck, before deciding that it was rude to stare and gape.

Was he handsome? Handsome couldn't come close to Hank Bell. Handsome would have to take the very back seat on a very long train to Hank Bell's strikingly beautiful features. Without glancing in my direction even once, he strode purposely toward the rather large crate that sat in front of the empty shop's door.

I'd slowed down so I could watch him for a few seconds longer before searching for the key to unlock the door leading to my upstairs apartment, and noticed that he was checking his watch. Then, I listened as he cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, shit and damn," he muttered. I shouldn't have heard. With a vampire's sharp hearing, I heard every word.

"Need help?" I asked, pulling the apartment key from my purse.

Jerking his head up in a startled fashion, he blinked as if noticing me for the first time.

"Where did you come from?" he asked.

"Texas."

"After that," he grumped sarcastically.

"From the coffee shop." I held up my latte cup.

"I'd kill for coffee, right now. And then I'd kill my partner, for not being here to help with this fucking safe."

"Do you think that safe is going anywhere?" I lifted an eyebrow. "It probably weighs a ton. Literally."

"At least a thousand pounds," he agreed, raking fingers through dark-as-sin hair.

"You can leave it there and I'll buy you a coffee. I doubt wandering gangs or packs of criminals will come by and haul it away while you're gone. They'll get a hernia."