Hi there, Im Elizabeth Noble and Im here today chatting about my latest release: A Barlow Lens. I thought Id post the excerpt from the book and an excerpt. A Barlow Lens is really two stories in the same book. Each story takes place during a different period of time. Wyatt and Vals story takes place in the present. This little excerpt is about them. Blurb: While planning a future with his partner, Val, Wyatt’s past refuses to be forgotten. Wyatt’s old friend asks him to look into the mysterious death of her uncle in a fire back in 1927, when men were silent, tough, and did not love other men—except when they did. Working with Val, Wyatt digs up clues uncovering the truth behind the tragic school fire and the one responsible. The story of Tom and Philip slowly reveals itself, and Wyatt and Val realize nothing is as simple as they originally believed. As their trail heats up, an old enemy of Wyatt’s decides he’s waited long enough for revenge. If Wyatt can’t tie everything together, history might repeat itself. Excerpt: Once they were back at their hotel, Wyatt ushered Val into their room, not bothering with the light. They were high enough up there was no need to close the drapes, and light from the city cast a soft glow over them. As Val unbuttoned his suit jacket, Wyatt stepped up behind him, placing his palms on Val’s shoulders, then rubbing lightly up and down his arms a few times. “Let me give you a hand.” Wyatt eased the jacket off and kissed the side of Val’s neck, nudging his head to the side as he did so. A low moan rumbled out of Val’s chest. Wyatt dropped the jacket on a chair and slipped his hands under Val’s shirt, caressing Val’s skin with his fingertips. When he reached Val’s tightening nipples, he rubbed small circles until Val’s hips jerked. Val shuddered and pulled in a quick, shaky breath, making Wyatt smile. Val’s tie and shirt joined his jacket. Wyatt ran his hands over Val’s torso before returning them to Val’s shoulders. He lightly traced the scars on Val’s shoulder with first his finger, then his tongue. Val’s surgery to repair the damage done in the course of stopping some seriously dangerous people who had been trying to force jockeys to throw races, had left several scars. They weren’t red, raised, and angry anymore. Val never complained about them hurting, but the marks were still puckered and darker than the surrounding skin. “You know,” Val whispered between dragging in a breath and panting it out again. “That first time we went out to dinner, I was so worried you’d think I was some uncouth, country hick because I don’t know about wine and art. And that I was too young to bother with.” “Hmm, do you know what I worried about when I was thirty?” Wyatt scraped his teeth across Val’s shoulder blades. “N-no. What?” “Getting a sweet piece of hot ass,” Wyatt said in a low voice. Val laughed. “Well, you’re sort of slow. Took you long enough. Worth the wait?” “Oh, hell, yes.” Wyatt maneuvered Val to the bed. Dreamspinner has offered a discount code for todays chat. Use the promo code Noble0116 (case sensitive) for 25% off all my books. Its good until Monday Jan 19. All of my books can be found here: dreamspinnerpress/AuthorArcade/elizabeth-noble
Posted on: Sun, 18 Jan 2015 22:25:01 +0000
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