My next book, Shadow Hawk, is hitting the stores very soon. Romantic Times gave it a 4 1/2 Top Pick, and the cover alone is worth the price of admission, but to be honest, the writing of this one almost killed me. My poor editor was probably dreaming about strangling me in my sleep before I got this bad boy in shape … But given the advance reviews I’ve seen, I did eventually get the very sexy Hawk right.
I have a copy that I’m going to give away, chosen randomly from today’s commentors. In the meantime, here’s an excerpt:
The bastard had shot him, point blank, and given that he felt like his lungs had collapsed, he assumed he’d taken the hit in his chest, over his bullet proof vest. God bless the bullet proof vest. Stunned, gasping for air that he did not have in his lungs, he tried to remain conscious, but his vision had already faded on the edges and was closing in as he lay on his back, staring up at the night sky, unable to move, but plenty able to feel as a whole new kind of pain made itself at home in every corner of his body . . .
“Hawk? Check in,” Abby said via the radio in his ear.
Check in? He felt like he was checking out . . . But radio was back, good to know, and man, did she sound hot. Too bad he was floating . . . floating on agony, thank you very much, and utterly unable to move.
Ah, wasn’t that sweet? She sounded so worried. He was touched, or would have been if he could get past the searing pain currently tap-dancing through him. He needed to move, to get up, to protect himself, but before he could, a foot planted itself on his throat, and then the fire in his body sizzled along with his vision as his air supply was abruptly cut off.
Winners are Celise and Heather Harper. Email me through my contact link above with your snailmail addy …