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I’ve just published a new work, SLEEPING WITH DANGER, in which the native Nevadan Alex Dominguez finally goes back to the mountains…the famed Highlands of his new home.

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The novel is fraught with danger. Both Alex and Rory almost lose their lives a few times. But no adventure in the series up to this point is as life-threatening as their headlong plummet down the double-hairpin called Devil’s Elbow, now bypassed, but a scourge to travelers in the Cairngorms for more than 200 years.

What follows is told from the point of view of Rory Drummond, the bigger-than-life Scot who would challenge the horns, the tail and the very prick of the Devil himself for the sake of his lover.

His head hit something hard…or was it the other way around? A gawdawful roar filled his ears. He opened his eyes and saw nothing at all.

Foog!

Something like mud caked his lashes, sealing his eyes, and he tried to grind it away with the knuckle of his right hand, but his hand was pinned under…something. The left hand would not respond to his brain’s command. He asked Alex where in bloody hell they were going, but he couldn’t hear his own words.

When he tried to move his head, a white-hot pain shot from the base of his neck to hisforehead. His stomach lurched. Vomitus filled his mouth.

And then he heard a beloved voice.

“Gang warily. I love you.”

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An eternity passed while he thought about his rare good fortune. Finding a mate who thrived on danger. Fucking a man who loved his touch. Loving a bloody sodding fool who thought he could drive to hell and screw the devil.

In spite of his intense resolve to sit up and take the wheel, for some reason he decided to take a short nap. He’d do it later, when he could see and feel and…and think…

When sleep came, he welcomed it.

Someone was slapping his face. He lunged, bellowing like a wounded grizzly.

“Rory… Rory! Calm down, for fuck’s sake. I need you.”

“Al-Alex?”

His cheeks were being gentled by strong hands, and he stopped struggling. “Alex. I think I died a little while ago.”

“We both did. But wings grow back, corazón. Mi ángel. Let’s get out of here. We need to help Dandie.”

He felt Alex wiping the mud from his eyes, his fingers tender, loaded with something wet. Spit and tears. When he could make his eyelids open, he saw—what? A broken windshield, a steering wheel sitting in an odd place…or was that the outside world at a right angle to the Jeep?

Those who follow my writing know that my series novels all enjoy their own Kindle series page on Amazon. Here’s the link  for the NEVADA HIGHLANDER series:

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https://tinyurl.com/y89ca2p9  

 

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