Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Teaser Tuesday A glimpse at Gypsy's Rogue

Teaser Tuesday Unedited From Gypsy's Rogue
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“Why are you here? How did you ever find me?”
He chuckled again, turned on his side, brushed the wet grass aside so he could see them more clearly.
“You told me about this place over a bottle of Grey Goose and Brit Coms.”
A bark of laugher erupted from their throat, harsh, rough, but it was a pleasant memory and damn, they needed those. “You laughed so hard you puked.”
“Yeah, that was your fault too, never though those things would be even remotely amusing.”
“That doesn’t explain how you were able to find it.”
“We always keep records of the towns we’ve visited and the places we’ve set up shows. It wasn’t hard to backtrack through them and figure it out.”
“Why would you go through that much effort for me?”
“Why not. You didn’t call, you didn’t write, so when Isaac told me you’d come back here, I figured I’d come find out what happened and make sure you were okay. You said you’d never come back here so I figured something drastic had to happen to change your mind.”
“My father died.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“They I’ll wait ‘til you decide if you want condolences or a celebration.”
“That’s harsh. I wouldn’t…I’d never…”
“Sorry. I would though.”
“You didn’t even know my old man.”
“I was talking about mine.”
Well Damn. Gypsy was stunned into silence. That was the most honest he’d ever been. Open too. They glanced at him to find that his gaze was back on the heavens and watching the rain pour down around him, blinking as the drops got too close to his eyes.
“Have you watched any since I left?” They asked softly, calmly, hoping to change the subject as the rain slowed and water ran from their clothes to seep into the earth beneath them, like their strength, which seemed to have been sucked right out of them.
He rolled again, startled and messy, and they could see the confusion in their eyes and were certain there was more to the story of why he’d come so far just to check on them.
“Brit coms. Did you keep watching them?”
“I bought the whole damn series of Keeping Up Appearances, Chef too, and Fawlty Towers but I make sure I don’t drink anything while I watch them.”
They wanted to smile, but something told them that he hadn’t come here for anything good. Their heart rate picked up again, their breath hitched, and they forgot they were supposed to exhale before they tried to inhale again. All they could picture was Randy dead in a coffin somewhere, and as much as they hated it, that thought still bugged them immensely. A year later and they still couldn’t get him out of their head, still couldn’t look at anyone else and not compare them to the prince turned frog who’d wrecked everything they’d hoped a relationship could turn out to be.
“Relax, what’s wrong?” that deep voice rumbled, calling them back, calming them down in slow increments.
“He’s dead, isn’t he, what happened? H-how did he….”
“Whoa, whoa, wait, he isn’t dead, far from it, actually,” he assured them, hand hovering over their arm, pausing inches away from touching.
“Then why…”
“Spending so much time in my own head hasn’t been too good for me,” he interrupted, sighing as gave them a sheepish shrug “I needed to disappear and lay low for a while. The cops aren’t after me, I promise. If they were I wouldn’t have come here, I’d have just turned myself in for the three meals and the free bed.”

“I’d let you stay even if they were,” they told him, meeting his eyes for the first time since he’d arrived. Both of them knew Gypsy meant it.

And if you're in the mood for Shapeshifters, check out my latest release, Serpent's Kiss. 

While searching for their missing sibling, Zaiden and his sister, Kaandhal come across the last pure blooded psy-clairvoyant of their kind. Unfortunately for them, Darian has no idea what he truly is and isn’t much interested in learning, or in helping them locate their brother, Zxex.

A bounty hunter by trade, who’s been all but banished from his family due to his visions, Darian’s a bit cynical about his ability to be of any assistance to them. Never-the-less, Zaiden brings him back to their home Rhumba, where Darian discovers that very little is what it seems.

With plots unfolding all around them and discoveries about his own heritage leaving Darian reeling, he is left with the choice of whether to embrace who and what he is, or spend every moment with them a prisoner on the fringes of their society.

Add in a pesky little bond that only seems to grow the more time he and Zaiden spend together, and several factions looking to gain possession of him and Darian is left wondering if his visions just might be the least of his troubles. 

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