It's Almost Here...

Snakeskin Boots finally comes out Wednesday. I'm excited to be unleashing him on you guys.

Brad and Jeff stopped by to talk to the über awesome M.J. and Piper over at Babes in Boyland. Head over to see what they have to say about how they came to be. While you're there, enter for your chance to win a copy of their story.

Here's a little teaser from the story.

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We head back toward town in what I think is called companionable silence. The SUV rumbling under me, along with the heater blowing on me is making me sleepy. Or maybe it’s just post-orgasm tiredness. Or the fact that the thoughts running around my head have exhausted me. My mind has been racing about what happened tonight. Thinking about where we go from here. Not that I’m picking out curtains or towels or anything. Okay, maybe I indulged in a small case of the “what ifs.” What would it be like to live with a wolf? Can I really picture grocery shopping with Brad? What the fuck am I thinking? I’m presuming he’s going to actually stop the car to let me out, and now I’ve fast-tracked us into a relationship with a future. Who the fuck do I think I’m kidding? I huff at my lunacy and shift in my seat.

“You’re thinking awfully loud over there,” Brad chuckles. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nah,” I sigh. No sense letting him know I’ve already shackled him with a house. I turn to look at him. “I had a good time tonight.”

“Just good? I must be losing my touch.”

“Well, that last part was pretty good.”

“Pretty good? I had a fantastic time.” He reaches over to pull my hand up to his lips. “Do you work tomorrow?”

My heart speeds up at the thought of going out with him again. “No, I don’t go back until Sunday afternoon.”

“What time should I pick you up?” I can see his dimples in the glow of the dashboard. And is it the oncoming lights that’s making those eyes sparkle?

“So, you’ll still respect me in the morning? Or is it just that I’m easy?”

“So you’re saying I’ll get a repeat? I’m so there.”

I cock an eyebrow at him. “You think you deserve one?”

“I promise I’ll be very good.”

“How ’bout picking me up at eleven?”

“A matinee?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

“Down, boy. Maybe if you’re a good puppy, we can discuss it.”

He growls at that. “Sounds like you have a plan. Should I be nervous or excited?”

“Depends on how well you behave,” I smirk. We’ve pulled up to the house. “How long do I have you for?”

“You think I’m going to let you slip away?”

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What do you think? Is Brad going to let him slip away?

~xxx~