Okay…so I’ll take the blame for not having a new part for
On Love’s Wings. I got caught up in working on something else and lost track of time. But there will be one on Thursday for you. 🙂
I thought I’d share a very small snippet from
Without Fault, Book Nine of the
International Men of Sports series I’m writing with the lovely Devon Rhodes. Remember I said very small…lol But I’m posting it to prove to you that it has been started. Can’t give you a time table on when it’ll be done. We’re going to try and get it finished as soon as possible though. Here you go.
Without Fault copyright c. 2016 T.A. Chase & Devon Rhodes
“Percival Hamish Adcock, you get your bloody arse in this house right now.”
Percy winced as his mum screeched like a fishwife from the back verandah. What had he forgotten to do now?
“I bloody well meant it, young man,” she shouted again.
“Don’t you have phones in the stables?” Rebecca asked teasingly.
He turned to face his favorite cousin. Heck, she was pretty much his favorite human in the whole world. Her bright smile lit up her face and he couldn’t help but return the expression.
“I had intercoms installed for this very reason,” he informed her. “Yet she insists on standing out there screaming like a banshee every time she wants me for something.”
“Ah…Auntie Amelia loves you, Percy. She just likes to ruffle your feathers once in a while.”
“She likes to treat me as though I were still twelve years old,” he muttered.
Wednesday, February 10th, 2016,
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Oooooh….can’t wait!