Concierge Service, now available

At last, Joshua Hannes and Craig Ridley are unleashed upon the world! Life and love in a five-star hotel in New York City, where Joshua fulfills the whims of the wealthy guests, and where Craig could be accustomed to having whims. Except Craig has whims of steel.

I try not to spend more than 20 minutes at a time staring at that beautiful cover, done by the talented Kellie Dennis of Book Cover by Design. Love the way Craig looks so hungrily at Joshua.

The lovely folks at The Novel Approach and Joyfully Jay are my hosts today. They have excerpts and oh, look, a Rafflecopter giveaway. 🙂

Concierge Service is available at your favorite bookstores!

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Joshua Hannes, the concierge of the Vivaldi Central Park Hotel prides himself on fulfilling every impossible request. Tickets to a sold-out show? A purple dye job for a purse dog? A last-minute table at a premier hotspot? No problem.

But the devastatingly handsome penthouse guest wants what?

Self-made billionaire Craig Ridley’s in New York on business, but at the end of the day, he wants to relax with someone interesting. The concierge should be able to supply a friendly face. Just for a little conversation. Dinner and a card game. Not sex with a man he doesn’t know or respect.

Craig didn’t expect the concierge to personally volunteer. Nor to be the man Craig hadn’t known he needed.

A billion reasons why they shouldn’t be together. A billion and one reasons why they should.

A smoldering standalone romance with an HEA.

Saturday Snippet: Concierge Service

How about a Saturday Snippet from Concierge Service? The book will be available this coming week. Have a little taste, where Joshua has come up to the penthouse as a “rent-a-friend” with a deck of cards. Winner gets to ask a question.

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Joshua sorted his cards and the competition was on.

“Gin.” Craig parlayed a good starting hand into a quick victory. “Hockey or football?”

That took Joshua aback. “Neither,” he said after a moment’s pondering. “If I’m going to watch something, it would be skiing, or skating. Hockey’s just a problem to be solved for me, like can I get six rink-side tickets to a Rangers game. Football is all about ‘how early do I need to order cars to get out to the stadium?’”

“So, if you were at a Super Bowl party, you’d be the one making nachos?” Craig asked.

“Probably, but I’d watch large men falling on each other in public.” Joshua buried that statement in a flurry of shuffling.

Craig liked the pinkness growing in his cheeks, but wouldn’t stare. Too openly. “That’s the best part of football.”

***

Joshua Hannes, the concierge of the Vivaldi Central Park Hotel prides himself on fulfilling every impossible request. Tickets to a sold-out show? A purple dye job for a purse dog? A last-minute table at a premier hotspot? No problem.

But the penthouse guest wants what?

Self-made billionaire Craig Ridley’s in New York on business, but at the end of the day, he wants to relax with someone interesting. The concierge should be able to supply an entertaining companion. Just for a little conversation. Dinner and a card game, not sex.

Craig didn’t expect the concierge to personally volunteer to be a rental friend, and he really didn’t expect to get attached. How can a paid service ever turn real?

A billion reasons why they shouldn’t be together. A billion and one reasons why they should.

Read the rest come September 19.

A Snippet from Concierge Service

Hi, guys!

There really has been a book brewing all this time. Concierge Service, featuring Joshua Hannes, concierge in one of New York City’s premier hotels and Craig Ridley, the guest in the penthouse suit, is in the final stages  of launching.

I should give you a taste, shouldn’t I?  Here’s our two guys, sitting down together for the first time. Craig’s in New York on business, has chased his CFO out of the penthouse suite for being a pain in the ass, and plans to test her assertion that the concierge desk could provide anything he desires. So he’s called downstairs for a “rent-a-friend.”

*****

The rap at the door slightly after eleven jerked Craig away from the e-book he was reading with indifferent attention; if this was a thriller, he wasn’t nearly as thrilled by the text as he was by the interruption.

Perhaps he should have peeked through the peephole, but anyone who knocked on this door had to use the passcard in the elevator, soooo… He opened the door.

Very scenic.

The vision he’d seen coming out of the suite earlier greeted him. Brown eyes under full brows, a perfectly straight nose over a sunny smile, wide shoulders dressed in a decent suit—the same label as the one Craig had treated himself to when he’d sold his first company.

He jerked his gaze back to his visitor’s face—a laser dissection of the visitor’s charms was just not okay. Not when Craig made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing but company. The guy was worth looking at—and an unknown quantity as to what kind of person he’d prove to be.

Ten seconds of admiration for the view. Would this stranger last longer once words started coming out of his mouth?

“I’m Joshua Hannes. You rang?” The smile faltered for a scant second.

Craig found his voice and the memory of why he needed it. “I’m Craig Ridley.” Oh, that was stupid, of course rent-a-friend would know that, but… “Didn’t I see you earlier?”

“You did—I arranged your dinner. Now I’m back. If that’s okay.” Joshua remained in the doorway, a bag dangling from his fingertips.

Oh, right, Craig was keeping him standing. He ushered his guest in. “Hope you brought the Scrabble board, or that there’s one tucked away in some yet to be explored corner here.”

“I don’t think so, but I found us a deck of cards. We could play gin rummy, or War, or Go Fish.” Joshua pulled the sealed deck from his bag.

“Definitely more social than watching a movie.” Craig slit the cellophane wrapper to shake out the cards. “Or we could talk politics and possibly have our first fight, or compare weight lifting routines if we both lifted… Sorry, I didn’t even think about going downstairs to the gym to burn off some energy—I’m exhausted but my body still swears it’s two hours too early to go to bed.”

“No problem.” His visitor’s smile looked genuine. “I brought some Izzes.” He found coasters in the sideboard inlaid with enough exotic woods to endanger an entire rain forest, and two cut crystal tumblers, which he filled with ice from a minifridge disguised as more finely milled cabinetry. “Pomegranate, blackberry, or peach?”

Craig studied a maroon can, searching for symbols. Packaging had betrayed him before. “Is this kosher?”

Joshua examined his own can. “I don’t think it’s certified, but it’s vegan. Is that close enough?”

“Sure is. Blackberry sounds good.” He poured and offered to clink his glass against Joshua’s peach drink. “To new friends.”

Josh gave him that look again, a nanosecond of I don’t understand. “L’chaim?”

“La kayim,” Craig agreed. Whatever that meant. Probably New-Yorkese. That gravelly consonant might just be another regional thing. Craig sipped again, the fruity bubbles dancing on his tongue.

Nice choice—Craig could appreciate the subtlety of not bringing wine or liquor. This wasn’t a date. What the hell did they do next? Cards, okay—another nice choice. Joshua hadn’t mentioned poker. Not when that could go lascivious. Not that Craig would mind in the least demanding shirts and trousers as forfeit.

Stop. That. One more stray thought and he’d have to adjust himself. The thin sweats he’d changed into for lounging wouldn’t hide a thing. Besides, where the hell had that thought come from? That was twice now. His interest hadn’t been piqued like this in years.

“So, gin rummy?” Craig offered.

“You’re on.” Joshua produced a pad and pen from a work of art generally shaped like a desk.

They sorted out their versions of the rules into mutual agreement, and Craig dealt out the cards. “We need some stakes.”

“Money?” Joshua stilled. “Or…?”

Damn it—even the small things worked against this rent-a-friend business. That “or” had to be exactly why his companion hadn’t mentioned poker. He hadn’t removed his suit coat, only pulling the knot of his tie away from his throat and undoing the top button.

Craig liked the lack of assumptions. What else could he like about Joshua? “Lose a round, answer a question, is that okay?” Damn it, that could go bad again fast—Joshua stopped sorting his hand. “Getting to know you kind of questions, nothing super-personal.”

“That works.” Joshua relaxed again. “Prepare to lose.”

“You can try,” Craig shot back, and took the top card from the stack.

*****

The rest will be along shortly!

Z. Allora’s Zombies are coming! No, they’re here!


This is the very first complete print set of Z. Allora’s Club Zombie books! Those gorgeous covers are PL Nunn’s artistry, and the stories inside are Z. Allora’s rainbow-inclusive tales of the zombies who are effectively immortal as long as they get their daily dose of “male essence”.

Why do I have my set and you guys don’t–yet? Mine say “Proof” at the back, and are how we determine the books are beautiful and ready for release to the public. As the typesetter for Rocky Ridge Books, it’s my job to make sure the packaging is worthy of the story. If there’s an oops, it’s on me to keep it from seeing the light of day.

And while I set the book up, I get to read the story. 😉 Cassidy’s a supporting character in the first two books, and now he has his moment in the spotlight. (The books are linked, but read fine as standalones.) He’s been surviving as an unmated zombie for a very long time. That has a lot of drawbacks, poor fella, and if Erick doesn’t fully bond with his mate, he’ll get to experience all of them. How he expresses his nonbinary identity will make a huge difference to Cassidy. Z. doesn’t make it easy for her characters.

So I’ve kerned and leaded and adjusted hyphenation and all those fiddly things that make a print book be a seamless, pretty container for story, and we now have three matching volumes of Club Zombie tales.  Page one of Zombies Coming looks like this:

Zombies coming

You’ll want to read the rest.  In MOBI or EPUB too, if you prefer ebooks.

Club Zombie is a safe haven for people like Cassidy Frost. Zombies suck—but they’re not after brains! Forget mindless rotting corpses shuffling along. These zombies are young, hot, and looking for their mates.

Cassidy, who wrote everyone else’s happily ever after, had all but lost hope he’d ever find his own. Every night he sucked until his jaw hurt, praying for his other half more out of habit than faith his mate was out there. He didn’t dare hope fate would drop his mate into his lap.

Erick McGrath stumbled and landed in the arms of a beautiful angel. Though he must be dreaming, because he learned how cruel and short life could be when he lost his brother. Despite his parents’ toxic attitude, Erick starts to accept his nonbinary gender identity. Going to Club Zombie’s Drag Night is his first attempt at embracing his new grasp at freedom.

But Cassidy and Erick will have to take risks to have what they desire.

(Zombies Coming is part of the Club Zombie series but can be read as a standalone for a perfectly happy and satisfying ending.)

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50% off sale at Smashwords on selected titles

Just in time for the Tour de France, Spokes and a few selected titles are 50% off at Smashwords.

Now’s your big chance to grab a handful of highly-toned, Spandex-clad story, of love, cycling, betrayal, and redemption.

 

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Sales prices are good through the end of July.