Sloe Ride.

Actually it’s been more of a long ride. Three years, three books, one novella and a lot of short stories and we’ve come to the point where Quinn gets his story. And we get to really meet Rafe. This is definitely a shift in the band’s story, a lot more Morgan and well, there’s Quinn, the family’s off-black sheep. It was a challenge a joy to write Quinn and Rafe. And I hope you enjoy it.

We’ve got two more outings in the Sinners series after Sloe Ride but this book kind of pulls a lot of things together. Enough so we can go forward to a few other things. And I hope you enjoy the ride.

This blog tour captures a few scenes along the band’s journey from Damien and Miki to the start of Sloe Ride. It’s called Shot Glass Sin and I’m hoping you enjoy this too. Visit each blog stop to get the next part of the story and when it’s all done, I’ll post the entire thing in a PDF.

Oh! And a GIVEAWAY! But not just any giveaway, because it’s time for a new tour shirt.

Because the guys are going on tour… in Absinthe of Malice, a Sinners novella set to be released in 2016. And they’re going to need clubs or bars to go to. ONE WINNER at each blog stop will name one of the places the band plays at on their tour. Nothing profane or lewd (These ARE going on the back of a t-shirt) but pretty much anything goes.

Leave a comment below to be entered. Contest ends Sept 9, 2015.

 

Shot Glass Sin

3 — After Whiskey and Wry

Miki let himself get bundled up off the couch and into the kitchen. He’d agreed to the no-sex on places they prepared food on but he’d be damned if anyone told him where to sit. Perched defiantly on the counter while Kane rattled about making them dinner, Miki sorted through his feelings and thoughts, thankful Kane was patient enough to wait for him to get his head together.

Handed a bowl of green beans, Miki stared down at the worm-like vegetables for nearly thirty seconds before shaking the container at Kane. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

“Clean them.” Kane had his back turned to Miki so he couldn’t see the confused look on Miki’s face.

He sniffed at them, smelling only beans and water. “They’re already clean.”

“They’re washed, Miki love. You’ve got to…” Kane finally spared Miki a glance then laughed at the snarl he got back. “Sorry. Here, you grab the end there like this, then peel up the string. Leave that in and it’s like you’re chewing on fishing line.”

“Huh.” Miki experimented with one of the beans, drawing out a long thread of translucent green from its side. “Fuck, that’s why they’re called string beans.”

“Probably.” Kane went back to frying chicken pieces. “Put the string part in that bag I put next to you. I’ll toss them in the water once you’re done.”

“Why not use frozen?” He knew he didn’t like fresh peas. They were too mealy and off in his mouth but frozen were good and there was nothing like canned peas with a bit of mayonnaise and pepper. “Do they taste different?”

“I think they taste better.”

“You said that about the peas too.” A large piece of one bean snapped off in Miki’s fingers and he tentatively licked at it. It tasted raw, as green as anything green should taste. Curious, he bit down into the end, careful not to get the hard stem in his mouth. It was sweet and a bit meaty, but not bad. “They’re okay.”

“Better cooked with a bit of butter.” Kane finished poking at the chicken and turned around to watch Miki de-threading their vegetables. “Nothing’s the same as what we’re used to. Sometimes it’s better. Sometimes it’s worse. But we’ve got to try, you know?”

Kane was big, thick and muscled in places Miki found fascinating but it was the intelligence in his dark blue eyes that captured Miki’s heart. As one of the older Morgan boys, he’d grown up during the beginning of Donal and Brigid’s marriage, gleaning off pieces of wisdom as his parents learned how to maneuver through their own love and growing family.

Miki had no doubt in his mind Kane was not talking about green beans.

“Suppose it’s shitty? Like peas. But you’ve got to eat them because you’ve promised.” He paid much closer attention to the beans than he needed to but it was hard to look at Kane. Kane who’d never stood at the edge of nothing and stared it down time and time again until the void became his shadow, something he could never avoid. “And I’ve promised him, K. I’ve promised Damie. Now suppose I let him down? Suppose I can’t deal with a new band?”

Sloe Ride

It isn’t easy being a Morgan.  Especially when dead bodies start piling up and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.

Quinn Morgan never quite fit into the family mold. He dreamed of a life with books instead of badges and knowledge instead of law—and a life with Rafe Andrade, his older brothers’ bad boy friend and the man who broke his very young heart.

Rafe Andrade returned home to lick his wounds following his ejection from the band he helped form. A recovering drug addict, Rafe spends his time wallowing in guilt, until he finds himself faced with his original addiction, Quinn Morgan—the reason he fled the city in the first place.

When Rafe hears the Sinners are looking for a bassist, it’s a chance to redeem himself, but as a crazed murderer draws closer to Quinn, Rafe’s willing to sacrifice everything—including himself—to keep his quixotic Morgan safe and sound.

Purchase Sloe Ride at Dreamspinner Press or Amazon, Barnes and Noble and ARe.

Shot Glass Sin Blog Tour Dates

Aug 31              The Blogger Girls (http://thebloggergirls.com/)

Sept 1              It’s About the Book (http://itsaboutthebook.com/)

Sept 2              Love Bytes (https://lovebytesreviews.com/)

Sept 3              Prism Alliance (http://www.prismbookalliance.com/)

Sept 4              The Novel Approach (http://thenovelapproachreviews.com/)

Sept 5              Fiction Vixen (http://fictionvixen.com/)

Sept 6              Sinfully Sexy (http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.com/)

Sept 7              Joyfully Jay (http://joyfullyjay.com/)

Sept 8              Boy Meets Boy (www.boymeetsboyreviews.com)

 

Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.

Rhys  admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur, and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a red Hamilton Beach coffee maker.

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If you’ve actually read this, yay! I need coffee. We should have coffee.

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