Hey, sweeties. Did you miss my Facebook Live event?
In that case, you haven't seen this.
I promised you a shiny new book cover this week.
DUKE is the first story in the new Enders series, which explores my love for antiheroes. This is the universe where you'll find Kane and Sahara from HONOUR.
A few years ago I started an m/m series as Kai Tyler. After the first two books I stopped writing. The stories just would not come.
For a long time, I didn't understand why.
But last month, I had an epiphany. I realised why I stopped connecting to those characters and the series. The original characters don't exist in my head anymore. They had transformed into different people.
And I knew I had to rewrite the series with the new characters.
Which brings me to Duke and the book cover.
What do you think? Do you love it like I do?
I mentioned that this story is set in the same universe as Honour, so expect antiheroes and mafia shenanigans.
Here's the blurb:
Duke’s life is about honour, loyalty and respect for the business.
One look at Carla across a crowded nightclub, and he breaks his own rules.
One night with the seductive woman who calls to him like no other, and he wants to keep her.
His troubled angel is a mafia princess who lives dangerously on the edge.
She plays a desperate prank and sparks a cartel war.
Duke is in a high-stakes battle to keep everything he loves.
And he intends to win, come Hell or high water.
And of course, I have to tease you a little:
Carla couldn’t be this unruffled to save her life. But if the man wouldn’t budge then she had to shut up and find another way to get comfortable. She shifted in her seat until her body touched his and tugged her legs up to rest on the leather seat.
As if he knew what she needed, he settled his arm around her shoulders.
She relaxed, warmth spreading through her body. There was something deeply satisfying and comforting about having his arms around her body, making her feel safe as if she could trust him. As if she could give more than her body to him.
The quiet reassurance seemed more powerful than a thousand platitudes.
She drew in a deep breath and filled her nostrils with his warm masculine scent. He hadn’t been in the club long enough for his fresh smell to be polluted, which reminded her that she’d bagged the best man available.
She snuggled deeper, wanting to burrow under his skin, to mark him so her scent lingered on him and acted as a deterrent to others.
What was wrong with her? She’d met the man less than two hours ago and she never got attached to hook-ups.
Because this was a hook-up, right? It couldn’t be anything more.
So why was she clinging onto his body and nuzzling him like a cat hoping he would take her home for keeps and make her purr with pleasure?
Seriously, what was this about?
Yet with all the berating, she couldn’t bring herself to untangle from him, couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
He was too damned comfortable and secure.
I'm enjoying working on this project and I hope you'll be here for the journey.
The book is out June 29, 2020.
Add it to your Goodreads to-read pile: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53457603-duke