The Passion Season: Book I of the Covalent Series, has already been removed from bookselling sites. I didn't want to leave you hanging, so from now until the end of the year, The Pain Season: Book II of the Covalent Series, is on sale for $0.99!
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No cliffhangers in The Pain Season. Enjoy!
This means a delay in the release of The Vengeance Season: Book III of the Covalent Series. The upside? When the books reappear, the whole five-book series will be out within 15 months.
It will be EPIC.
In the meantime, I'll do my best to keep you entertained here on my blog, and through posts on my Free Short Fiction page.
Right now, I offer a deleted scene from The Passion Season. I think it's kind of fun.
The drinks kept flowing and quite a few members of the group spilled out of the alcove onto the dance floor. Zan asked Rainer, but he declined. She frowned and grabbed Jamal.
“C’mon, Jamal. I know you’re an excellent dancer.”
She was right, and Jamal loved the chance to show off. He and Zan were tearing it up, but when he noticed Rainer looking at him, his enjoyment was compromised.
Why do I get the feeling I have about three seconds left to live?
He decided to ignore it.
Get used to it, Gigantor. The woman is my friend.
When the jukebox played a song Zan particularly liked, she took her dancing to a new level of abandon. Rainer had had enough. He walked over and stopped in front of them. “I’ve changed my mind. I want to dance with you," he said, staring at Zan with an intensity Jamal found downright bizarre. Zan looked at Jamal and shrugged. Jamal walked away.
Evidently, Gigantor is the jealous type.
Unsurprisingly, Rainer was also a good dancer. He put his arms around Zan and matched her movements, subdued at first. After Zan had rubbed up against him for a few minutes, he grew animated, seizing her and leaning her back, holding his face close to her as they gyrated. He pressed his face to her neck. She turned around, inviting him to move in time behind her. He put his giant hands on her hips and started to grind, his arm muscles tensed. He flipped her around to face him, crushed her to him and growled.
Jamal had gone back into the alcove and was standing with Mel and Michael, watching them.
“Holy shit. Did he just growl at her?” he asked.
“Probably, yeah. Zan says he does that,” Mel said.
“I’m sorry, but that dude is weird,” Jamal said. They all laughed.
“Yeah, he’s a little weird,” Michael said.
Back on the dance floor, Zan twirled away from Rainer with a grin, making him go after her. They were oblivious to the fact that as their dance went on, almost everyone in that section of the bar stared at them. The two were flush against each other, moving in time, staring into each other’s eyes. Rainer lightly brushed his lips against Zan's neck and flipped her around again, so he was pressed against her from behind. He grabbed her hips and brought her tight in line with him as they rolled their bodies in perfect rhythm. Zan leaned her head back, closed her eyes and forcefully exhaled.
“And then there was the time Zan had an orgasm on the dance floor of a bar in West Philly,” Mel said.
“Man,” Jamal said. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen outside of porn.”
“I’m not so sure that isn’t porn,” Mel said.
When the song was over, Zan noticed everyone staring. She blushed and whispered something in Rainer’s ear, causing him to utter a full-throated laugh. He put his hand in her hair, tilted her face to him and kissed her, hard, sliding one hand down her back to hold her against him. She hung her arms back and let him do it. When the two came back, Zan walked behind Rainer, sheepish.
“Agent O’Gara. That was behavior unbecoming a representative of the Bureau,” Mel said.
“Don’t tease me, Mel. We got carried away.”
“I’m surprised you two didn’t dance right out the door so you could be alone,” Michael said.
“Then I’d feel even more like a stupid teenager than I already do,” Zan said.
“This is why I shouldn’t dance,” Rainer said. “At least not with Zan. I cannot restrain myself.” He smiled broadly as he said this, completely unembarrassed. “And now, I'm thirsty. Would you like some water, Zan?”
“Yes, thanks, honey.”
“And all of you? More pints?”
They all nodded. “Yeah, sure. Thanks, Rainer,” Mel said. Rainer walked off to the crowded bar.