Okay – I completely
suck…I always forget to blog about my new releases *hangs head*
So the beginning of
the month I released my Under the Gun—final book in my Pulp
Friction 2015 Altered Stated edition. It was an emotional journey for me. I
fell in love with Laurant and Gun. Each book they surprised me, I was very much
on the roller coaster with the readers in a sense. And this last book ratcheted
up the sexy, the danger, and the multitude of relationships that make Pulp
Friction the great legacy that it is.
Thank you Laurant and
Gun for allowing me to tell your story… <3
Blurb
In a world where
supernatural creatures openly exist, who can blame them for coalescing in one
of the most fascinating and erotic places on earth? Welcome to New Orleans.
A sex demon no longer interested in feeding just
for the necessity of it.
Laurant is secure
enough in his demonhood to admit to the few flaws he has, such as mouthing off
to the wrong people and ignoring warnings from his dear old dad…but he isn’t
quite ready to fess-up to his latest self-revelation. He doesn’t want to feed
from any other person or supernatural but the mystery man who is no longer a
mystery. Unfortunately, it seems there are other people who want Gun for
themselves, and Laurant might not be strong enough to keep him.
They say you can never go home…what they didn’t
mention was that trying might be the death of you…
Gun finally knows who
and what he is…now he needs to find out why. He’s been commuting between New
Orleans and his hometown in Maine for the past couple of months in search of
answers, and all he’s found out is that half the population is afraid of him
and the other half wants him dead. He longs for the simpler times in life when
all he had to worry about was beating off an incubus’s advances and who had the
king of hearts to complete his flush. Now he’s fighting against human police
and supernatural creatures alike…and the winner takes all.
Gun needs to come to
terms with who he was to figure out who he is. Laurant needs to decide if he
will stand beside whichever Gun prevails.
May the real Gun
please stand up.
Excerpt
“You just left them there. You got up from the table and just walked away
from them.” Laurant sat on the vanity, left foot propped up, bending his knee,
idly rubbing his inner thigh as Gun toweled off from the shower they’d just
shared.
“Yes, we did.” Gun agreed,
wrapping the towel around his hips while eyeing his lover’s cock. He knew by
now that Laurant’s erection never completely went away, but it still mystified
him that two orgasms in the shower couldn’t deflate it some. Since the incubus
hadn’t fed in the past week, a power surge couldn’t be responsible for his
constant state of arousal.
Unfortunately arousal never stopped the demon from talking. “Don’t you
clump me in with this. I’m not the mastermind of evil as you appear to be. But
they knew something. To leave without finding out what was stupid.”
“No. I’m quite certain I’ve done many stupid things in my life, however
long that is.” He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he aged as a human or
slower as some magickally inclined supes did. The fact he knew nothing about
mages really unsettled him and raised his ire even more. “But I’m even more
certain leaving them as is for the moment will not present itself on that
list.”
Laurant disappeared from the counter, appearing across the bedroom naked.
“You aren’t even talking like yourself anymore.” He opened the bureau drawer
and rifled through the clothes.
All the emotions Gun had bottled up, every single shred of helplessness,
rage, annoyance, and fear he’d experienced from the moment he came to stand on
the side of Burgundy Street, hit him in the solar plexus. His abdominal muscles
clenched with the metaphysical blow. He saw red through the bathroom door and
across the room.
“And please tell me, Laurant”—he
stressed his lover’s name with a sneer—“how do I talk? Do you even know? Are
you comparing today to the day that we met? Was that my normal talk when I had
no knowledge of what I was or even my name? Or how about four months ago when I
met my “wife”, was that my real talk?” He stalked across the room, his chest
expanding with every harsh breath he took as he ground out word by word the
fierce thoughts that had haunted him. “Tell me, Laurant, what is the norm for me? Because I’ve been searching for
it for over half a year now and I’m no closer to knowing. So if you have
information that will help me discover which monster I am—the one that
terrorizes people in New England, the one that disintegrates a demon’s chest with
my bare hand, or the one that’s consistently fucking a demon—please let me in
on the secret. I’d really appreciate that.”
He stood directly in front of Laurant, and even though they only differed
in height by a few inches, his bridled fury had him hovering over the slightly
smaller man. It didn’t matter that Laurant wasn’t the cause for his anger. All
that mattered was his proximity when Gun’s wrath boiled over.
“Deities”—Laurant roughly whispered as he took himself in hand—“right now
could you be the one fucking the demon?”
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