Another taste of Find Me When the Sun Goes Down
We have a winner! The winner of the free book is Lorenda, and I’ll be contacting her to choose which free book she has won.
Thanks everyone for the votes on the cover art for Find Me When the Sun Goes Down, it came to nearly a tie, so that makes it extra hard to decide! We decided to go with the cover with more contrast, as it does catch the eye a bit more.
My crack team of editors is nearly done with the process, so I’m hoping to have the book out in a week or so, we’ll see. In the meantime, here is another little taste of Find Me When the Sun Goes Down, this time from Bishop’s POV.
Anja’s face lit up when she saw him stalking towards her, and he was struck by how beautifully fragile she appeared in her creamy dress. The need to touch her overwhelmed him, and Bishop pulled her against his chest in a crushing hug. “Where have you been?” he demanded roughly, his voice tight.
“Need air… to talk…” Anja squeaked, and he let up his hold. “We went for a walk out back.”
“Alone? Are you crazy?”
“No, with Bridget.” Anja gestured to her friend who gave him a saccharine smile, and Bishop could only scowl in reply.
“Like that’s supposed to make it better.”
“Okay, I’m outta here,” Bridget dropped the smile. “Laters, An. I’m gonna go see if Felix is ready to go.”
“That was rude,” Anja scolded. “Why are you getting so grumpycakes with me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I’m not…” Bishop forced a calming breath. “You weren’t around, I got a little crazy. Considering the circumstances around here I don’t think that’s entirely out of line. Promise me you won’t go wandering off again.”
“I didn’t leave the estate,” she protested, and Bishop resisted the urge to kiss away the pucker that lingered on her brow.
“I’m just concerned for your safety. We don’t know anything about the Hunter, so far he’s only killed in Town, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have access here at any time.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. Besides, I wasn’t alone, I had Tucker with me and then Bridget.”
“I meant someone who could be of use,” he snorted. His phone beeped again, and Bishop resolutely ignored it. “Promise me you’ll be more careful.”
“I still don’t think I did anything wrong,” she grumbled. “But what are we talking about here? You want Rob to stick by my side 24/7? Like even if I’m alone in our room?”
That wasn’t a pleasant picture either, but necessary for the moment. “For now, yes. He might as well earn his money instead of playing dress up and taking Bridget out to bars.”
“You’re not paying him are you?”
“No, why?”
“Then I don’t get why you think he’ll do what you tell him to do.”
“He’ll do whatever I think is best for your safety.” Bishop could see she knew he was right, and waited until he had her complete agreement before he let the subject drop. “Alright, I hate to say hi and goodbye like this, but I’m being summoned again.”
“Wait… I need to talk to you about something serious.”
“What is it?”
“This thing with Maggie, it’s worse than we thought,” she began, and Bishop cut her off before she got too far into it.
“This again? Anja, I told you we can’t get in the middle of a domestic dispute. The law is clear.”
“No, you don’t understand…” Anja began to babble about embezzlement and fire, something to do with amputated fingers, and Bishop lost all sense of what she was trying to say. None of it changed the fact that he couldn’t intervene, even if he wanted to. “Did you hear a word I said?” Anja’s head tilted to one side, mouth drawing into a pout.
“I did, but it doesn’t change anything. My hands are tied.” If it was back in San Francisco, he’d just have a chat with Jasper, and that would take care of it, but here… There were so many strings tying his hands, he had no idea where the other ends originated from.
“But what about what he’s doing to her family?”
“Anja, it’s not our problem,” he hissed. “Like it or not, she’s his property. Now can we drop it? I don’t want to fight with you.”
“Then stop saying such stupid things!” she all but yelled, and Bishop pulled her into an empty parlor before she attracted too much attention.
“Hey.” He cupped her face in his hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks until she calmed down. “It’s not that I don’t want to help her, I do. I’m not a complete bastard.”
“I never thought you were a bastard…”
Bishop stilled her lips with the pad of his thumb. “It’s not that simple. Things are different here. I can’t just stride in there and demand he let her go. But I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll do some digging into their… situation. Maybe I can track down her parents and we can move them to safety to begin with, alright?”
“Really?” Anja’s expressive eyes lit up with excitement for a second before they narrowed in suspicion. “You’re not just saying that to shut me up, are you?”
“Of course not. If I wanted to shut you up I’d do this.” Bishop leaned in for a kiss, swallowing her outraged response, coaxing her until she went soft and pliant in his arms. When he pulled away her lips were rosy and swollen, a slightly dazed look to her eyes. “See, works every time,” he couldn’t help but dig.
“You can shut me up that way anytime.” Anja wrapped her arms around his shoulders, demanding more than a single kiss and Bishop was happy to oblige. Her body molded to his and he was reminded that he’d yet to welcome her into his bed the way he’d wanted to since her arrival. “I’m sorry, for last night and tonight,” she got out between kisses. “I don’t want to fight with you either. Let me make it up to you.”
The little minx nipped at his ear with her sharp, white teeth, and it was all Bishop could do not to take her right there in the parlor. His hand slipped under the creamy skirt to feel the soft curve of her thigh, pulling her closer. “We should go upstairs…”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” Her words were like a caress against his ear, but still Bishop didn’t allow himself to lose control, even when she tugged at his belt.
“Someone could walk in.”
Her cool fingers wrapped around him. “Then you’d better hurry.”
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