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The first book of my Sweepers series Bittersweet Revenge is out now from www.mojocastle.com The fantastic cover art is by Dominic Cordoba. Blurb: Cross-dressing, adrenaline junky Tsuki is happy with his lover Hiro despite the man’s gambling addiction. Hiro puts up with Tsuki’s craving for adventure to fuel his adrenaline addiction and often gets dragged into crazy stunts, like sky-diving. But Hiro knows too much about the casino owner and is killed. Tsuki approaches the Sweepers, a group of bounty hunters, for help and finds himself attracted to one of them. He wants to avenge Hiro himself however and the Sweepers have their hands full trying to keep him alive Excerpt: When they arrived home, Hiro was not in the least bit surprised when Tsuki grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the bedroom. He knew his lover well enough by now to know that an adrenaline high always put him in exactly the right mood for love making. He smiled as he allowed himself to be pulled along. Tsuki’s dangerous stunts might worry him at times but the aftermath was usually nothing short of spectacular. “Get that ugly jumpsuit off while I get the bath filled.” He raised a brow in surprise. “You want a bath first?” “Dear gods yes! You smell as if you came down in a cowpat and I’m pretty sure I smell as bad!” He took an experimental sniff at himself and made a face. “Or perhaps I smell even worse than you do.” He chuckled softly but he couldn’t fault Tsuki’s logic. They both smelled of sweat, whatever it was that the countryside always stank of and, in his case, the miasma left by sheer, stark terror. Grimacing he stripped off his clothes without further argument while Tsuki ran them both a bath. He dumped the dirty clothing in the hamper and wandered naked into the bathroom. Tsuki was already in the hot steamy water smiling wickedly up at him like some erotic fantasy come to life. He lost no time in rinsing off over the wooden slats that covered the drain before joining his lover in the large tub. Tsuki’s hands ran down his sides. “You want me to wash your back?” he asked huskily. “Mmm.” Okay so it wasn’t exactly scintillating repartee but it was all he could manage with his lover’s hands running over his body so possessively. “I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” He managed a nod and let the remains of the tension from the jump seep out of his body under Tsuki’s skilful hands. His lover washed his back and hair thoroughly before climbing out of the tub to change places with him. “I suppose that means it’s my turn to wash your back.” “Something like that,” Tsuki said glancing back over his shoulder and grinning broadly. “You’re a minx, you know that don’t you?” Tsuki shot him a look of overdone innocence from under long thick lashes. “Who me?” Chuckling Hiro washed his lover’s back and sides and chest and every other part of that lithe form that he could reach before he worked on his hair. Gods how he loved Tsuki’s body: a body that looked equally good in tight jeans or the vintage gothic dresses and corsets he was so fond of. Fifty years ago he would not have looked out of place in one of the visual kei bands that were so popular at the time. He smiled as Tsuki leaned his head back to rest on his shoulder making low noises of appreciation. His lover was beauty personified and he often wondered what the hell the man saw in him. He was nothing special with his dark brown hair and eyes of the same uninspiring colour. “You had enough of bathing, sweetheart?” he whispered against the blue-streaked darkness of Tsuki’s hair. “Yeah, time for bed,” Tsuki murmured although he didn’t move. “It means actually getting out of the bath, Tsuki,” he said with a grin. His lover sighed and clambered out of the bath, draping a towel round his waist as he did so. He climbed out in his turn and let the water out before grabbing the other towel to dry himself with. Tsuki chuckled suddenly, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom and the bed waiting there. The second Sweepers book Blood God is now available from www.mojocastle.com Art by Dominic Cordoba once again.
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And here is your excerpt. I hope you enjoy!
“Look out!” A sound at his back as Tsuki took down another of the drug manufacturers. The sound of a boot to flesh as Arashi took out whoever had been coming up behind him. Tsuki turned using the enhanced speed now at his disposal. Speed that came from a fusion of DNA and nanotechnology: an illegal cocktail of both medical and nanotech resources that had been fused and forced down his throat six months ago. The men who’d done the forcing were both dead and mourned by nobody. Arashi was staring at him over another unconscious drug lab worker, his expression angry. So what else was new? “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your fucking back? You might be faster and stronger but you’re still taking unnecessary risks!” Tsuki glanced past Arashi to see a man with a large cleaver creeping up on him. He put one hand on Arashi’s shoulder for leverage and leapt taking the would-be assassin in the chest and knocking all the wind out of him. “You were saying?” Arashi’s eyes narrowed at him. “Once a brat, always a brat.” Tsuki grinned. “If you say so. I think that was the last of them.” Issei handcuffed another unconscious drug maker on the other side of the warehouse they’d been using as a makeshift lab while Kaimei had his mobile to his ear. “Yes, all six of them. You want us to trash the place or do we need the evidence?” A smile lit the blond Sweeper’s features as he received his answer. “Nice that clean-up doesn’t get all the fun for a change.” He put the phone away and grinned at the rest of them. “We get to close the place down.” Tsuki smiled in return and headed for the computer. Within the next five minutes a nasty little virus would erase all files on how to make this particular designer drug and would spread to the systems of anyone trying to download the information. While he worked the others set about smashing the equipment and tipping the raw materials down the toilet and waste disposal system in the kitchen. It was strange how innocuous and perfectly legal substances could be processed into something highly addictive and eventually lethal. Having done everything in their power to make sure nobody else could take over this particular operation, they dumped their prisoners into the back of their own floater van and took them to the authorities. Loose ends tied up and the reward money on its way to New Broom’s bank account, they headed for home. As soon as they entered the house Arashi headed straight for his room and the door closed behind him with a decided snap. Tsuki sighed and shook his head. “What bug crawled up his ass this time?” Issei asked. Tsuki shrugged but smirked at his partner. “He was so busy lecturing me about watching my ass that I had to save his.” |
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