Gosh, I’m great with titles, aren’t I?
Anyway, Flight Risk will release in just over three weeks, and I already warned you August was going to be alll about this book.
In fact, if you pre-order from the Samhain store right now (and up until release day, I believe) it’s only $3.85 (instead of the usual $5.50)!
To celebrate the so-close-I-can-taste-it release of this book I love so much, I’ll give away one eARC at the end of the week. All you have to do to enter is follow the following two easy steps:
1. Follow me on Twitter (@nicoleThelm), Facebook, or subscribe to the blog. (You don’t have to do all three, just one)
2. Leave a comment telling me which you did/do and the email & doc preference you would like me to send the ARC to should you win.
On Sunday 8/11 at 6pm CST, I will randomly choose one winner and send them the ARC.
To whet your whistle, here’s another excerpt:
Trevor leaned against the fence a few feet away from her. “Why? You enjoying the view?” He waggled his eyebrows.
Callie rolled her eyes, hoping she could rationalize the pink on her cheeks being from the heat of the day. “Please. You’d need a few more muscles and some tattoos to affect me.” He really didn’t, but she would never admit that to him. Let him think she had a thing for muscle-bound bad boys instead of lean, rangy good guys.
“Who says I don’t have any tattoos?”
Callie narrowed her eyes, studied him. Her pulse jumped. “You don’t have any tattoos.”
“Just because I don’t have any above the waist doesn’t mean I don’t have one.” He cocked his head, grinned.
Something strange and unnerving clutched in Callie’s gut, but she ignored it and matched his grin with a skeptical smile. “All right. Prove it.”
Trevor began to unbuckle his belt and Callie thought her heart was going to jump right out of her chest, but then he stopped. “Okay, you got me. No tattoo.”
Callie realized her mouth was hanging open. She quickly snapped it shut.
“What about you?”
“What about me?” she asked, really wishing she had a drink of water at this point. Her throat was so dry she couldn’t swallow and she was having trouble settling on a coherent thought. Damn heat.
“You’ll never know.” She got a weird and uncomfortable feeling that Trevor was flirting with her. Which was crazy. The heat was messing with her brain. Obviously.