Hey! I am Rhys Ford and I’ll be taking over this blog today … sort of. There’s really no cool way of introducing yourself on someone else’s blog and honestly, if you’re following this series of shorts, you’re going to be sick of reading this. So… feel free to jump down to the meaty bits of the short if you like. Go on. I won’t mind.
Now, if you’ve been following the Sinners Series, I am happy to say the third book is either on the brink of coming out or out by the time this post hits. It is called Tequila Mockingbird and features Connor Morgan as he discovers he’s in love with a drummer—a guy drummer. Murder, mayhem, sexing, etc. All of those follow. You know the drill. But wooot! I am very happy to announce Connor’s story.
To celebrate, I’ve written a short serialized string of vignettes titled Hair of the Dog. Please enjoy the story as it goes along. The order of the posts is included at the bottom of the short. Hope you enjoy it.
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Hair of the Dog • Part Six
The house was—as the young woman who’d just finished scratching my belly put it—awesome sauce.
I wasn’t sure what kind of sauce would be awesome sauce but I imagined it would probably be like the yummy goodness of steak gravy over bacon.
Mostly because there’d just been bacon and despite Miki’s disgust at my perfectly natural body expulsions, there’d been belly rubs galore.
Also…cats. Because the Pack knew I love cats. They are like small grumpy cousins who really need to be teased out of their unhappiness. Sun beams are all well and good but really, the world would be a better place for all of us if they’d just realize sometimes it’s the tail wag and baring teeth in that odd way humans do that get the treat at the end of the day.
Cats think differently. They’re still harping about how they were once Gods. No good reminding them about the whole witch’s familiar thing or how they could steal a baby’s breath myth. It was all about the time when humans got together, lit some candles and chanted over their fat furry asses.
My human was definitely rubbing off on me.
The house had a definite Pack leader. He was bigger than the others, older and barked deeper when he spoke. Not that he spoke through most of the high-pitched jumping squees the young belly-rubber did near my Miki but he certainly provided a good wall for Miki when my human took a few steps back. Donal—the dam called him. More noises and they probably meant something too but really, what does it all mean? Names are so fluid and humans seemed very attached to only a few sounds when they spoke to each other. Even their Pack names were short grunts. Dad. Mom. Who communicated that way?
What chaos it has to be when a human stands in a crowd and shouts Mom or Dad? How many humans turn around because that’s the noise someone makes for them.
Silliness. Silliness everywhere.
“So, ye’re Duke, eh? Ye don’t look much like a Duke to me. But that’s what Brae says yer name is.”
I wanted to tell him, no—that’s not the noise for me but well—I wasn’t made for talking.
Ah, the pater’s shadow crossed over me as he sat down on the squat soft couch thing next to me. If I were superstitious like a fool cat, I’d have to wait a turn of time then race around the house to get the shadow’s dirt off of me—preferably as quickly and as erratically as possible so it couldn’t find me again but… I am not a cat.
Besides, he’d brought more bacon with him.
“The family’s going to be making ye as fat as a cow if they keep feeding ye the way they are.” He helped a bit with the cow transformation by snipping a piece of bacon off and holding it up for me to nibble. I licked his hand in thanks. Also, to encourage him to cough up the rest of it. He obliged, a little bit at a time.
“Yer Miki’s looked a little shell-shocked but no worries, we’ll be taking care of him too.” Another bacon nibble and he scratched at the spot between my back and neck I could only reach when I rubbed up against the stiff chair in Miki’s den.
The bacon was too much. I’d already had the meat from a bone—a lot of meat too—as well as those cabbage things Miki dropped, more smaller cabbage things, a fluffy biscuit or maybe three from the plate Kane made for himself but forgot on the table long enough for me to get something off of it and a few ham slices from the first belly scratcher I’d come met. The bacon definitely was way too much for my stomach to handle and I belched, tasting the fried yumminess on my breath.
The thump Donal gave me on the side of my ribs didn’t help either and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold it back. One of the snootier cats pawed at me from her perch on a table and I turned my head its way, not wanting to foul my relationship with a man who clearly knew well enough to bring me bacon when he had some.
The cat said something—probably about my mother because cats aren’t inventive in their insults—and slashed at me again. This time, however, she connected and scraped my nose with her claw. Her smug look lasted nearly as long as the bacon did because I cocked my head up—and threw up all over her.
Sequel to Whiskey and Wry (and The Devil’s Brew)
Sinners Series: Book Three
Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.
Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.
Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.
Purchase Tequila Mockingbird at:
Dreamspinner or at Amazon, ARe or other ebook retailers.
Follow all of Hair of the Dog Story at these blog spots:
Part 1: Rainbow Gold Reviews
Part 2: Live your Life, Buy The Book
Part 3: The Novel Approach
Part 4: The Blogger Girls
Part 5: Joyfully Jay
Part 6: 3 Chicks After Dark
Part 7: Gay List Book Reviews
Part 8: Boy meets Boy
Part 9: Prism Alliance
Part 10: Under The Covers
Part 11: LoveBytes Reviews
Additional Posts and Giveaways
Pants Off Reviews
Mercy Celeste’s Blog
Dreamspinner FBChat (8-11 am) https://www.facebook.com/dreamspinnerpress
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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.
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