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. The party spilled out of the alcove onto the dance floor. Zan asked Rainer to dance, 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 when he noticed Rainer looking at him.
Why do I get the feeling I have about three seconds left to live?
He ignored 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. This was too much for Rainer. He walked over. “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. He walked off to rejoin Mel and Michael in the alcove.
Evidently, Gigantor is the jealous type.
Unsurprisingly, Rainer was a good dancer. He put his arms around Zan and matched her movements, subdued at first. As Zan rubbed up against him he grew animated, seizing her and leaning her back, holding her close 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 tense. He flipped her around to face him, crushed her to him and growled.
“Holy shit. Did he just growl at her?” Jamal asked.
“Probably, yeah. Zan says he does that,” Mel said.
“I’m sorry, but that dude is weird."
“Yeah, he’s a little weird,” said Michael, laughing.
Back on the dance floor, Zan twirled away from Rainer. He glided to her, pressed her to him again. His movements were soft and fluid yet telegraphed the power in his limbs. Jamal's police instincts would normally see that coiled energy as a threat. One look at Zan's face and it was clear she saw it as a promise.
The two were oblivious to the fact that as their dance went on, almost everyone in that section of the bar stared at them. They 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 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 seen this side of porn.”
“I’m not so sure that isn’t porn."
When the song was over, Zan noticed the stares. She blushed and whispered something in Rainer’s ear, causing 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."
“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. He walked off to the crowded bar.