There’re no words to describe just how elated we are to kick off Rhys Ford’s blog tour for her latest Cole McGinnis story, Down and Dirty! We know you’ll share our excitement that she’s giving us another Cole McGinnis serial on this tour, so be sure to follow along. Oh, and be sure to enter the giveaway – you don’t want to miss the chance to win a $20 gift certificate to the e-tailer of your choice! Welcome, Rhys!! We’re thrilled you’re here.
To celebrate the release of my new book, Down and Dirty, I’m inviting you to follow along with blog tour serial of a Cole McGinnis case, Dirty Minds! Enter to win a giveaway at every site!
Rhys Ford’s Down and Dirty Giveaway
$20 Gift Certificate to the e-tailer of your choice
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Dirty Minds Part One
I never knew how unstable a minivan’s suspension was. As far as handling went, it was probably the shittiest I’d ever come across. Of course, it could have been the van itself. Its turning radius sucked and every time it hit anything above forty, it seemed to rattle and groan like its wheels were about to fall off. There was also this loud BRAP BRAPBRAP sound coming from the engine.
Or, to be fair, that could also have been the bark of the shots the passenger was blindly taking at me as I clung to the roof of the minivan.
A small detail but apparently one I should have considered when evaluating a car’s performance.
Barreling down Wilshire at ten o’clock on a Saturday night isn’t something I’d recommend for a date night. Seeing as I’d just abandoned Jae at a wedding and screamed at Bobby to follow me, I was pretty sure the only ‘laid’ I was going to get that night was in a coffin once the road kill crew was done scraping me off the road.
A heavy-bodied red truck gunned up next to the minivan’s drive slide then slammed into it, jostling the vehicle into the curb. The van rocked and wove, nearly jumping into the sidewalk but in a fear of tremendous skill or blind luck, its driver was able to get the van back onto the road. I clung harder to the rack bolted into the van’s roof, thankful for whoever decided they were one day going to go skiing in a vehicle made more for shopping trips than skin runs.
Luckily, I knew who was drive the truck, my alleged best friend, Bobby Dawson who was apparently more interested in dislodging me from the top of the minivan rather than getting the damned bastards to actually stop the car.
Sirens were going off somewhere nearby—or at least nearby in Los Angeles’ sketchy grasp of relative distance—and I could only hope they’d be for the minivan’s occupants. I’d shouted at my lover, Jae-Min to call the cops right when I grabbed the van’s rear door handles as it took off, dragging me along behind it. Letting go hadn’t seemed like an option. At the time, adrenaline and anger fueled my actions and I’d somehow scrambled up the rear doors and onto the roof.
What I’d planned to do from there, I had no idea but there I was—getting shot at by a thankfully cross-eyed thief holding a pea-shooter while my damned best friend was slamming the side of his truck into an already ill-balanced minivan.
“Jump into the bed!” Bobby screamed at me through the truck’s open back window. We’d taken the truck’s flat lid from its bed early that day to move an armoire into Bobby’s loft. Luckily for me, neither one of us thought to replace it. Unluckily for me, Bobby was quickly running out of maneuvering room.
As they screamed through the stretch of Wilshire between downtown and the park, traffic began to thicken and Bobby careened around slower moving cars and sliding into left turn lanes, fighting to keep abreast with the minivan.
I debated jumping. After my initial rage-fueled bravado slunk away behind my often late-to-the-party common sense, several things occurred to me. First, I had no way of actually stopping the robbers and second, I could actually stop their ill-aimed bullets if ever the guy in the passenger’s seat decided he was going to look where he was shooting instead of merely pointing the weapon out of the window and firing shots of in my general direction.
Bobby nearly lost the front of the truck on the back of a slow-moving Honda held together by bumper stickers and cat hair and he shot off around it, narrowly missing a bus coming in the opposite direction. Swerving back into the lane, he over-corrected and hit the minivan hard, lifting it up off its wheels. Another shot, aimed for Mars or Jupiter this time, then the driver did the one smart thing he’d done since he planted his ass in the seat of the stolen minivan.
He turned a hard, sharp right and I went flying.
FOLLOW THE TOUR TO GET THE COMPLETE SERIAL:
Dec 30 Part One — 3 Chicks After Dark
Dec 31 Part Two — Boy Meets Boy Reviews
Jan 1 Part Three — Joyfully Jay
Jan 2 Part Four — LoveBytes
Jan 2 Part Five — On Top Down Under
Jan 3 Part Six — Prism Alliance
Jan 4 Part Seven — It’s About The Book
Jan 4 Part Eight — The Blogger Girls
Jan 5 Part Nine — Sinfully Sexy
Jan 6 Part Ten — NDulgent Bloggers
Jan 7 Part Eleven — The Novel Approach
Jan 8 Part Twelve — Under the Covers Blog
ABOUT THE BOOK:
From the moment former LAPD detective Bobby Dawson spots Ichiro Tokugawa, he knows the man is trouble. And not just because the much younger Japanese inker is hot, complicated, and pushes every one of Bobby’s buttons. No, Ichi is trouble because he’s Cole McGinnis’s younger brother and off-limits in every possible way. And Bobby knows that even before Cole threatens to kill him for looking Ichi’s way. But despite his gut telling him Ichi is bad news, Bobby can’t stop looking… or wanting.
Ichi was never one to play by the rules. Growing up in Japan as his father’s heir, he’d been bound by every rule imaginable until he had enough and walked away from everything to become his own man. Los Angeles was supposed to be a brief pitstop before he moved on, but after connecting with his American half-brothers, it looks like a good city to call home for a while—if it weren’t for Bobby Dawson.
Bobby is definitely a love-them-and-leave-them type, a philosophy Ichi whole-heartedly agrees with. Family was as much of a relationship as Ichi was looking for, but something about the gruff and handsome Bobby Dawson that makes Ichi want more.
Much, much more.
There’s just something about the way Rhys Ford writes, her words paint a startling, clear picture on the page. Suddenly you can see the sights, hear the sounds and virtually step into the setting alongside the characters. This kind of immersion is inevitable; it brings you into the story in such a tangible way that you can’t help but become connected to the people and places. It’s one of the reasons I feel such a tie to Cole and Jae, not to mention everyone else in their world.
I love when authors tell concurrent story lines, because there’s something familiar and comforting about the overlapping events. In this story we get Ichi and Bobby’s story as it’s happening during the events of the Dirty Deeds. I like getting an idea of how it all came together in the moments leading up to Bobby dropping that bomb on Cole. I feel as though every scene almost has more meaning than it did before when we were only getting things from Cole’s perspective. They always say there are two sides to every story, and it couldn’t be more accurate.
I’ve been shipping Bobby and Ichiro for a while, and I kind of felt like them getting together was inevitable. They’ve had this insane chemistry since their first encounter. I wasn’t sure if it was because they were kind of off limits – you know the whole best friend’s brother thing – but even if that’s how the intrigue started, it’s not how it ends. After reading Down and Dirty, it’s hard to fathom that anyone would ever try to keep these guys apart. They’re so perfect together, something that was absolutely reinforced for me the more Ford delved into their backgrounds and psyches. In fact with the issues they’re shouldering, I can’t imagine them paired with anyone else. Each makes the other feel at ease despite their imperfections. Their flaws allow each to accept more of the same in the other. As they resolve each issue and obstacle thrown their way, their bond is cemented more and more.
If I had to pick a favorite part of this story what would it be? THE FIREWORKS. I often anticipated exactly how it would go down once Cole found out about Bobby and Ichi, and I think Rhys Ford has outdone herself. That entire scene and exchange is FANTASTIC. Way beyond my wildest imagination and done to perfection. I nearly wore out my kindle reading and re-reading that exchange. All I can say is thank God for Claudia.
While I’m desperately in love with Ichiro after this story, I’ve got to say my love for Jae-Min still runs deep. In fact, I’m not ashamed to admit I ran a Kindle search for his name before starting Down & Dirty. Can’t blame a girl for wanting a little hint so she can set realistic expectations. Imagine my pleasure when it returned 167 results.
RATING: ONE BAD ASS BOOT, ONE STILETTO
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.
And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.
My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press.
3 Chicks After Dark would like to thank Rhys Ford for generously providing the prize for the tour’s giveaway. Enter below for a chance to win a $20 gift certificate to the e-tailer of your choice!