Welcome to the Stacia and Stacey Giveaway Hop event! This hop is to celebrate the much anticipated coming releases by both Stacia Kane and Stacey Jay, which come out on the same day - March 27! Each blogger on the hop is giving away something related to one of these authors, and a grand prize $50 gift card will also go to one winner!
You can get more info about each book and read my reviews of these two awesome urban fantasies here:
And now........for the giveaway!
Dead on the Delta
Blood on the Bayou (signed by Stacey Jay!)
Necklace and earrings set inspired by the Annabelle Lee series
(will be sent from Stacey herself)
Stacey was kind enough to give us an excerpt from Blood on the Bayou!
“So you live close enough to shower and get to my house with your hair still wet.” I know nothing about Tucker, and for some reason even a minor discovery feels like a victory. “Interesting.”
He smiles. “I thought you gave up on the amateur detective business.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Libby almost killed you.”
“Aw.” I purse my lips. “You sound like you care.”
“Would have been a shame. You’re a fine piece of ass.”
“And you’re ridiculously good looking.”
He tips his head like a cigarette cowboy and his grin takes a turn for the smug. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“No. Really. Ridiculous.” I shove his shoulder with the tips of my fingers. “Off my bed.”
His brow lifts. “Because I’m too good-looking?”
“Yes.” I give him my best deadpan stare, enjoying tormenting him more than I probably should. “The long silky hair and the eyes and the eyelashes and all…this.” I gesture to his perfectly sculpted body and too-tight jeans. “It’s overkill. Not my speed.”
“You’re such a liar.” He leans in, until his mouth is temptingly close, and for the first time I am truly tempted. There’s always been an undercurrent of sexual awareness between Tucker and me, but neither of us has made a move. I assumed we never would. But now…with him warming a spot on my bed, looking at me with those smiling eyes…
Thank god I know for a fact that I have killer morning breath, or I might just give in and see if his lips are as soft as they look.
“You’re crazy.” I tap a finger to his nose, and scoot away.
“Am not. I’ve seen both those boys you play with, Red.”
“I play with no one.”
“That window says different.”
“Ew.” This time my shove is a lot less delicate. “You really are a peeping Tom. That’s disgusting. You shouldn’t watch other people do it.”
“You shouldn’t do it with your window open.”
“You should leave so I can get dressed.” I point to the backdoor, but Tucker doesn’t move. He just bats his long eyelashes and shoots me a predatory look I’m lame enough to find nearly irresistible. “Really. You should go,” I say again, but I don’t sound like I mean it.
“Maybe you should forget about getting dressed.” His hand reaches out, coming to rest on my hip, warming my skin through the thin cotton of my shirt. He’s never touched me like this. He knows it. I know it.
The knowing thickens the air between us, introducing a possibility that’s never been there before. But now it is. It is and I can feel how easy it would be to run my hand up his arm, to slide my fingers beneath his shirt and hold tight as he pushes me back onto my sun-streaked pillow and his mouth meets mine and—
“I can’t.” I swallow. Bite my lip. Think strong thoughts.
“No, I can’t.” But maybe I….can. Maybe I should. Relationship-death-by-Tucker would certainly put an end to all my angst about Cane. He won’t take me back if I’ve been with another man, and I’d have to tell him I cheated or the guilt would eat me alive.
But is it really cheating if you’re not officially together? Does an invisible man count as a man? If a penis you can’t see falls in the forest is it really a penis at all?
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