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Verena's luck was strong the day of the Loving Luki Vasquez giveaway at Cup-o-Porn, and she got that free copy of the ebook. Congratulations, Verena, and thank you for entering.

I'll be joining, Tj Klune, Elizabeth Noble, Anne Barwell, and Rhys Ford for an all out chat from noon to 6:00 EST (9am to 3pm Pacific time) at
Coffeetime Romance and More. I hear tell we may also have the company of Alan Chin, Helen Patskyn, possibly Jamie Fessenden. and maybe others. We'll answer questions, maybe we'll ask them, we'll post excerpts and maybe pictures, we may even give some things away. Please, please join us.

It's still Saturday night where I'm at, for another 25 minutes. I'm going to sleep, then I'm going to get up in the morning and post one excerpt from Delsyn's Blues and one from Loving Luki Vasquez (since that's where it all began), and I'm going to give away 2 ebooks.
Oh, and I might also post a few lines from current Vasquez and James WIP, Finding Jackie. I hope you'll stop by!

Good Afternoon! I'm posting a second excerpt for the day, this one from Delsyn's Blues (which can be found, among other places, at Dreamspinner). This is Sonny trying to come to grips with everything in part by appeasing his sweet tooth. I think he's kinda cute, here, though sad. You can tell me what you think by leaving a comment here or emailing me at lou(dot)sylvre(at)gmail(dot)com, and have your name in the running for an ebook. There's two books to be won, and the two winners can choose Loving Luki Vasquez, Delsyn's Blues, or Yes: A Vasquez and James Novella when it comes out this summer. Here's the excerpt--and again I think this is one I haven't posted before, at least not all of it. Enjoy!

SONNY knew he should care a lot more about getting arrested for things he no way could have done, about people breaking in, about all of that. But he didn’t want to care. Luki—obviously—was thoroughly busy with the problem. Let him have it. Sonny had other things he wanted and needed to think about. Like Delsyn dying. Like Delsyn living.

Like Delsyn playing the blues.

He didn’t want to rush things, so instead of popping the cassette tapes into an old player, he took them to Port Angeles to a shop where they’d convert them to CDs. In the process, he discovered a 16mm tape he hadn’t noticed before. He had that converted to DVD. He successfully ignored Luki’s investigation for another twenty-four hours, then hopped in the ancient F-150 his uncle Melvern had left him as a legacy. After the key didn’t even crank the engine, he took it out of gear and hopped back out, gave the truck a push downslope, hopped back in and popped the clutch. On his way to P.A. to get the finished product, he didn’t think about Delsyn or various crimes. He thought about replacing the starter.

He drove through Port Clifton, which wasn’t quite on the way home, to stop at the store. He contemplated something alcoholic to help him through the hard parts. God help him, he once again contemplated dope, but he quickly discarded both ideas and settled for Rocky Road ice cream and a great big tin of Scottish shortbread cookies. Because, he freely admitted to the cashier, he was a little crazy. Making a last stop, he had a raspberry latte at Margie’s.

“So, Sonny, why are you driving that rusty bucket?”

“Mustang wouldn’t start,” he said, lying and pretty sure Margie could tell.

“Well, that’s kind of lucky, don’t you think? I mean, your Uncle Mel would have wanted to go along.”

Sonny laughed, and after that Margie found room in her freezer for his Rocky Road and chatted with him—or more accurately, at him—in the old way, not mentioning anything at all about death, murder, jail, dope, Luki, or anything else remotely related except her new PT Cruiser. But then at the end, she gave him another latte, free of charge. “You’re not the only one who misses him, you know. You’re certainly the one who has lost the most, but you’re not the only one who is sad, or hurt, or wondering how to fill up the hole in the world Delsyn left behind.”
“You miss him too.”

“I do, but I wasn’t talking about me. It’s good to see you in here again, by the way. I still wonder why you drink those silly coffees, though. See you soon, dear, and don’t forget to tell Luki I’ve always got a cup of coffee for him, black and sweet.”

SONNY parked the pickup in the yard, refusing the crotchety old thing the right to live in the barn with the Mustang, the Harley, and his auntie’s ridiculous but fragile ’72 Honda Civic. He wasn’t sure why his mood had lightened at least three shades, but he didn’t spend much time thinking about it. He wasn’t really the kind of person to get so very bogged down in misery, and now he had plans. He’d clean up the studio first—the rancid dyes had actually begun to smell up the rest of the house, and his fingers were starting to itch for the touch of silk and wool. Once he had his tools and space in order, he’d know what he wanted to weave. And what a relief.

Then he’d watch the DVD. See Delsyn again, he hoped. Hear his voice. Keep loving him, just as if he was alive. Maybe not, but better than nothing at all.

In the end, though, he didn’t deal with the studio at all. He let the screen door bang behind him as he ducked into the mud porch. Ignoring the strips of bark and thankfully dead but now useless cochineals, thankful that he’d at least dumped the smelly, spoiled dyes, he walked through to the kitchen to put the ice cream away and pried off the lid of the shortbread tin to eat a cookie. He thought about checking to see if it improved his fake Scottish brogue, but it never had before. The coffee pot was on, the coffee hot and smelling fresh, but Luki was nowhere in sight—not in the kitchen, the bathrooms, the bedroom, etcetera. Sonny thought about looking for him outside, or thought maybe he wasn’t there after all; maybe Rona had come to get him to figure out some legal thing that Sonny refused to notice.

But no. His shoulder holster was hanging on the back of the bedroom closet door. He wouldn’t have left it. Without having to think about it anymore, he knew where Luki was. Sonny could move almost silently, and he made it a point to be as quiet as he could on the way back to Delsyn’s room. It wasn’t that he wanted to surprise Luki. He only wanted to see him without the guard he would put up if he knew he was being watched. Maybe not nice, but Sonny didn’t care about that just then.

The door to Del’s room was open, the blue walls strangely aglow in the light that poured around the edges of the plywood he’d used to cover the broken window. The small lamp in the corner by Del’s bed had been switched on, and in the circle of light it cast, Luki sat in a T-shirt and striped pajamas, chewing his bottom lip and stroking the wood of Del’s old, now broken, guitar, tracing the scratches and scars on its surface as if reading it like Braille.

Of course, Luki became aware of Sonny instantly, and put the instrument down. It took him a minute to look up, and when he did, the look on his face gave away Luki’s feelings—a rare event in itself. Luki grieved. Sonny couldn’t understand now why he hadn’t seen that, expected it, even. The two of them had grown close—Luki and Del. Sonny had been happy for that at the time.

“He loved you,” Sonny said.

“You sent me away.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” Sonny thought of how lame that must sound, but he had no solution and just then he felt overwhelmed with all the things he’d done wrong—even if you just counted the last few days. But he tried to explain. “Luki, it was like… it hurt, but the pain was all I had of him toward the end. Stupid, I know, but I couldn’t share it.” He didn’t know what else to say, so after a moment’s silence, he added, “But I love you. And… will you watch Delsyn’s DVD with me? Want some Rocky Road?”

Luki sent him an almost-smile, nodded. “Sure. But hamburgers first. I’ll make ’em. You have to have something solid in your stomach before the shortbread.”

“You and your hamburgers,” Sonny said. “And I didn’t say anything about shortbread.”

“I need hamburgers to keep my strength up. You’ve got crumbs in your beard.”

“I don’t have a beard.”

“I know, but if you did, there would be shortbread crumbs in it.”

Saving Sonny James Road Trip Blog Tour, Luki and Sonny have been in France, through the Chunnel, to Kent, to London, to New Hampshire via Providence. But now--inexplicably--they've landed in Yellow Knife in the strange new world of Elizabeth Noble's Sentries series, and Todd and Nick Ruger are there to save the day... if they all don't drown. Check it out on Elizabeth's blog, Emotion in Motion. Dual author giveaway, too!

Good news! Because of Jade is set to be released May 23rd, about, say, eighteen or so hours from now. It's come around faster than I expected (calendars seem to do that these days), but I've been getting ready, and want to invite you all to celebrate with me.

Here's a link to the catalog and full blurb, but just to refresh your memory quickly, this book is another new and quite different episode in the Vasquez and James love story. They've been married ten years; it's been five years since they battled Luki's cancer together and won, and he's still cancer free. They're more in love than ever, but when they suddenly find themselves responsible for the care and keeping of five-year-old Jade, they have to flex brand new muscles—for parenting, for marriage, and for romance.

I am super amped about this book, and even about my blog tour, which I've themed: The Further Adventures of the Vasquez-James Family. I'll have my usual release party at the Dreamspinner blog, which I always enjoy, and I'll chat here on Goodreads and on facebook, and other things will be interspersed here and there as well. But several of my guest blogs around the web will feature "mini-fic" stories—days in the life of Luki, Sonny, and Jade. Here's a partial schedule of events:



May 23: Release day! I'll have the first installment in the Further Adventures posted at Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews , with a review by Monique Lehane. I've got a rafflecopter all set up to kick things off, too.

May 24: The Dreamspinner Blog release party. I love these! Please come and share your thoughts and company. Time is 11AM to 4PM Pacific, 1PM to 6PM Central, and 2PM to 7PM Eastern. I've got the rafflecopter giveaway still going, and you can get extra chances by coming to the party! There will also be a second giveaway just for this event.

May 26-27: Jodi at Smoocher's Voice interviewed me, and she'll post my rambling answers to her great questions on the 26th. On the 27th, she'll post her review/ This is a newish blog and review spot on the LGBT book scene—I think it's destined for great things!

May 27: I'm at The Novel Approach, and Lisa will post a review by Jules! I'm aiming for another episode in the Further Adventures of the Vasquez-James family. and we always have a good time there. Expect humor and prizes, and please join in!

June 8: I'll be chatting on Dreamspinner Press facebook. Always a challenge keeping up with comments for me, but I love it. Expect a video excerpt reading, and of course, at least one chance to win.

June 12: I'll be posting a guest blog on Cup O' Porn. That's right. I have no idea what yet, but I hope to make it sexy and fun.

June 18: First time ever, I'll guest at Guys Like Romance Too! This is a great blog, and I'm really looking forward to posting about... um... I'll figure it out! Come around and find out, maybe. :)

That's all for now. :) Hope you'll come around to at least a few events, because the company's what makes them good.