I’m still buried writing book two, but thanks to a long flight, I had the opportunity to read a couple books from other people this week. Both were excellent and if you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen me talking about them.
The first is Wicked and the Wallflower, by Sarah MacLean. This is a delicious historical romance with a scoundrel hero and a lock-picking heroine. The banter in this book is incredible and these two are perfect for each other. I can’t wait for the next book in the series! You can read an except from chapter one on Sarah’s site.
The second is Iron and Magic, by Ilona Andrews. Fair warning, we’re friends, so I could be considered biased, but their books are awesome by any measure. I know a lot of readers of the Kate books didn’t think Hugh could be redeemed, but I’m here to tell you, you’re wrong. Hugh may be my new favorite character (shh… don’t tell any of my other favorite characters). And Elara is the perfect foil for him. You can read the first three chapters over on Ilona’s site, but once you get going, you’re not going to want to put it down.
Finally, did you know that The Queen’s Gambit comes out in less than two weeks? Aaahhh! You can get your hands on all the sweet, sweet preorder links right here. And, as before, print on demand books are coming but they can’t be setup for preorder, so they’ll be available to buy from Amazon on release day.
Here’s a little snippet to tide you over for the next couple weeks. :)
There was no way that Valentin hadn’t caught me checking him out, so I just shrugged and rolled with it. “What kind of help do you need that doesn’t require a shirt?”
I heard Ari snort from the living room.
“I need you to remove the bandage from my back,” he said, his voice a little deeper than usual. “I can’t reach it, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“Would you like Stella to look at it? She’s a doctor.”
Valentin was already shaking his head before I finished speaking. “No, I don’t need a doctor. I would prefer you to do it. Please,” he said softly.
“Okay, turn around,” I said.
He obeyed. There were red spots above and below the elastomer bandage where he’d irritated his skin trying to reach it. I used my fingernail to peel up one edge. “Fast or slow?” I asked.
He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Fast.”
“This is going to hurt,” I warned. I gripped the edge of the bandage with my right hand and pressed my left hand against his shoulder for leverage. “On three. One—” I ripped the bandage off.
Once he finished cursing, he glared at me. “You need to learn how to count,” he growled.