It’s release day for Broken Sun, and what a wild, intense ride it’s been getting here. I think a little bit of the total white-knuckled havoc of my last year or two found its way into the book (ha! understatement!), but right now I’m working on my next book, and love the City to City world and hope to continue with that as well. I know there are several characters—both from Happy Birthday and Broken Sun—whose story I would love to tell. Any guesses which guys? Or gals?
In the meantime, here’s some Broken Suns. Actual Real Life papery books! And ice cream!
Broken Sun’s blurb:
James Morgan: outlaw in a ruthless biker club, the Bastard Legion. Willing to do whatever he must to claw his way to the top of the club’s hierarchy.
Two things stand in the way of his ambitions: his heroin-addicted brother and his bisexuality. In Morgan’s world, his attraction to men is a death sentence, and he has no desire to pursue it… until he tangles with Luc Sinclair.
Luc Sinclair: fellow Bastard Legion biker. Tattoo artist. Rebel who wants out of a club he’s grown to despise.
Luc has a sister he’s protecting from a Legion ex-boyfriend. Saving her makes him a target. Morgan intervenes, and all bets are off. The sex is as fierce and passionate as it is dangerous. But when Morgan’s junkie brother learns of the relationship, he sees a way to advance in the Legion and take out a brother he hates. Their three worlds collide—one is left for dead, another fighting for life, and the bond between them broken.
In a dark and violent world where it’s every man for himself, finding their way back to each other and the only truth they’ve ever found will be a long, hard fight.
For an excerpt, read on:
Luc said idly, as if the moment had never happened, “You know I’ve never hung around waiting for anyone before, Morgan, ever. I’m making idiot choices for you. I think you’re going to fuck my life up and I think I’m gonna like it, and Christ, how sick is that?”
Luc wasn’t drunk. Not slurred-speech drunk. But the alcohol had hit him way more than he showed. Morgan knew he should go. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t caught a single face in this pub that looked Legion-related.
For the first time in his life, there was something more dangerous than the Legion.
He couldn’t even remember why they mattered.
“We shouldn’t be sitting here.” Luc took a swig of water. He got to his feet. “Let’s go.”
Images flashed into Morgan’s mind: tangling somewhere, answers, answers graven in flesh he craved. For the first time those answers seemed possible. Close. Real.
Morgan did not move. “This is not a good idea.”
“You seemed to think it was, earlier. You came here, remember?”
“Yeah. A mistake. Doesn’t mean I want to continue it.”
Luc gave him a wry, knowing stare and pushed back from the table.
He drew attention for very different reasons than Morgan. A couple of women at a nearby table glanced over; one, dark-haired and pretty, didn’t look away.
Luc half smiled in return, mysterious as the fucking Mona Lisa.
In his own way, the guy was beautiful. Morgan had never thought a man could be, but then, he’d spent his entire life willfully blind. In certain ways he was way more gutless than Luc, wiry, pretty Luc, could ever be. No, Luc had courage he couldn’t even aspire to.
No wonder women looked. No wonder he did. Morgan couldn’t work out why Luc was bothering with him, not when he had to have some kind of a private life—lovers, however briefly—happening safely away from Legion surveillance. This was not safe. Luc had a reckless streak running like a dark seam of dynamite under his skin.
It was a magnet. Little surprise Morgan was throwing every shred of pragmatic common sense out of the window.
No, he couldn’t give up this experience, this man, yet. He got to his feet.