Yep, Savage Champion will also be my first audio and with a real live person(s). It should be released by the fall. As soon as I have a date, I’ll pass it on. If it goes well, I hope to have my other books narrated (gradually). By the way, Savage Champion rose to #203 (Enemies to Lovers) under Amazon’s ebooks. The 99 cents for the ebook will change after Memorial Day to $6.99. So buy it while the price is low.
Oh, if you don’t remember, Savage Champion is a standalone. I plan on more vampire, shifter, and other paranormal stories. They may be in the same “world” but not dependent on each other.
In Honor of The NHL Play-Offs, An Excerpt of Fake Play
Connor Ellison’s POV
For the next twenty game-clock minutes, my attention is plastered to the opposing team trying to protect their home ice. I manage to play without sneaking a look at Lily. When the buzzer sounds for intermission, I gamble I can handle another peek without going blind to my surroundings.
She’s exactly where she’d been before the game started. Fuck, she looks so good. My jersey fits her just right. Even from across the ice, I see her eyes bright with excitement. It’s a hell of a game so far, but I managed to get a point for an assist. Her head turns to the person next to her. For a second, jealousy swamps me, until I see the man has to be in his seventies. From what I’ve experienced so far, Lily doesn’t have a weakness for much older guys.
Tearing my gaze away, I follow my teammates off the ice.
“If Coach doesn’t kick your ass for letting your gonads control your attention, I sure as hell will.” Nick slaps my back.
Can’t get mad at the man. He’s right. No more asking Lily to come to games. My mind refuses to stay on what’s important. Far back in my brain a little voice sneers, “Like she’s not important to you?”
More significant than I should feel in such a short time.
We listen to Coach chew us out and then give the usual pep talk. Then back on the ice.
The second period is a jumbled mess. We miss passes, have too many interceptions, play like a bunch of girls —shit, if Lily read my thoughts, she’d cut my dick off—play like zombies. Yeah, that’s a better analogy.
Somehow we pull it together in the third period. We even edge by New York and win in overtime. I dare to check her out while in line to knock helmets with Liam in congrats on the win.
She’s jumping up and down, waving. I lift my hand and slam into a teammate. We barely remain upright on our skates.
“Fuck, Elly. What’s wrong with you?” Big Ryan gives me the evil eye with good reason.
“I think I’m in love,” I mutter beneath my breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Love? Yeah. And I have no idea how to handle it.
Finally Back To the Southern Crime Family
Once again, I’m working on Sen’s story. Hopefully, I’ll have it finished before the end of the year. Maybe it’ll be early enough to get published before Christmas too. We’ll see.
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Carla
Carla Swafford, Author 