Just a quick update. I’ve finished Indigo Knights 2: Champion. Sent it to my editor. Woot!!
Should be out in September or October.
Not sure what I’m working on next. Hmmm….
Chat at Loose Id Community
Last minute notice, I know, but we’re having a bit of a chat for the next few hours on the Loose Id Community group. 1-4ish EST.
Come by and say hi.
Helping a friend
One of my editors and a very good friend is in need and some very cool authors have put together a campaign to help her out. I seriously dropped the ball on participating but I’m trying to help get the word out for the last few days. The campaign ends May 7 and there’s a pretty nice grand prize.
Raven has been instrumental and invaluable in helping me to produce the dark elves, Leashed and Heaven Sent and I cherish her for that. On top of that, she’s a terrific person who doesn’t deserve the hell she’s been going through, not that anyone does.
Here’s the campaign:
http://igg.me/p/100227?a=
And here’s the grand prizes drawings so far:
http://www.kateyhawthorne.com/
Tangled Leashes is now available
The fourth book of my Leashed series is now available in ebook from Loose Id!
Romance Reader Survey
Rainbow Romance Writers, the GLBT special interest chapter of Romance Writers of America, has posted a survey for readers of romance. If you could take a few moments to help out, it’d be greatly appreciated.
Also, at the end there’s an option for you to enter your email for chance to win a $25 Amazon gift certificate. The survey is anonymous. If you choose to enter the gift certificate drawing your email will be kept confidential and separate from your survey answers.
Magical Bottoms
Posted today on Fiction with Friction about Magical Bottoms
EXCERPT – Leashed 4: Tangled Leashes
This title is no longer available as of June 2018.
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©2012 Jet Mykles, All Rights Reserved
Logan got out of the limo before me and did the polite thing to hand me out. The paving stones were cool underneath my stockinged feet, but I could deal with that better than the heels, so I carried my shoes. There was enough alcohol in my system to give me a pleasant buzz without throwing me off balance. A gentle spring breeze kicked up to bring me the mellowing scents of the garden.
“Good night, gentlemen.” I smiled for our driver, then minced over to the smooth marble of the steps leading to the front door. I was halfway up before the engine revved and the limo headed toward the garage. Yeah, it was ours. Crazy, I know, but so much easier than renting, given how often we needed one these days.
I turned to face Logan when I heard footsteps following me. “Where are you going?” His car was parked in the little nook over to our left.
He kept his hands in his pockets, cutting a rather rakish figure in the soft porch light. With his jacket tucked back behind his wrists and the soft moonlight streaming down on him, he could have been in a photo shoot for GQ. “I’m staying here tonight.”
“Oh.”
He raised a brow. “Objections?”
It wasn’t all that odd. The house was ridiculously large, with lots of space even given the dozen or so people who lived there. There were extra bedrooms and a few parlors with perfectly sleep-able couches. There was also a bunkhouse with a bunch more rooms. Logan had stayed over before.
“No.” I turned back to the door to open it. No locks. Not when you had to go through three security gates, at least four different kinds of magical shields, plus a team of patrolling shifters. “Not as long as you checked with Chloe or Deidre first.” My fellow coven members had taken over the house administrative duties, and I was more than happy to leave it in their capable hands.
My back tingled as he followed me into the shadowed hallway. “Deidre’s got my rooms reserved for a long-time stay.”
I stopped again and faced him. “You’re moving in?”
He took a step closer, bringing him within arm’s distance. “Would that bother you?” Continue reading EXCERPT – Leashed 4: Tangled Leashes
Tangled Leashes has a cover
Isn’t she pretty? Thank you once again to Anne Cain for her gorgeous artwork!
GFY – It Cannot Be Denied
I’m over at Chicks & Dicks today with a post about GFY.
Love in Appy Valley 4
OK, here, finally, is the sex.
This isn’t edited, it’s straight from my draft. So there may be errors and I am solely to blame for them. Hopefully, there aren’t so many as to intrude on the story.
NOT NEARLY SAFE FOR WORK
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©2012 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
It rained. Hard. Eriyk and Dakota huddled in Eriyk’s little sportscar and hoped the torrent didn’t rip open the fabric top. When they got to the restaurant, it was to find a crowd in the waiting area. They just heard the last of the hostess telling the crowd that a leak in one of the dining rooms meant that some reservations were going to have to be postponed.
“Well, shit.” Dakota stood beside Eriyk, listening although he couldn’t see the hostess over the people in front of him. He smoothed wet fringe from his face and looked up at Eriyk. “You want to bail?”
God, he looks good. Even soaking wet — maybe especially soaking wet — Dakota was a beacon of warmth, the chestnut and black of the hair plastered to his head resembling a banked fire. Heart sinking, Eriyk shrugged. “It’s up to you.”
Dakota glanced out the open doors at the sheet of water pounding the pavement. He huddled a little in his raincoat. The freak late-spring storm wasn’t especially cold, but it was ferocious. “Eh, it’s not worth it. Let’s find someplace else.”
“You sure? I’m supposed to wine and dine you here.”
Dakota grinned as he led the through the people who’d come in behind them. “There’s wine and food in other places and this one’s too crowded. Let’s get out of here.”
The short trek back to the car re-drenched them since neither of them had deigned to bring an umbrella. Eriyk had only grabbed a coat at the last minute to protect his silk shirt and at least part of his dress slacks. He was pretty sure it was the same for Dakota. Late-spring storms weren’t uncommon in Appaloosa Valley but he still hadn’t expected it. He started the car and turned on the engine to heat up. Rain pounded on the canvas top of his convertible. “Where to?”
Dakota stared at him from the passenger seat. “Gotta do something first.”
“What?”
Without another word, Dakota reached over to hook a hand around the back of Eriyk’s neck. He pulled, Eriyk leaned and their lips met somewhere over the stickshift. Eriyk moaned, opening his lips in response to Dakota’s probe and they played tongue-wrestle for who knew how many minutes. They hadn’t kissed when Eriyk picked Dakota up and they’d mostly laughed about the weather on the way over. Eriyk’s heart soared that it was Dakota who’d taken the initiative. Continue reading Love in Appy Valley 4