Hey, ladies and gentlemen! I've been working hard the past week on the last round of edits for my upcoming release, TO THE OTHER SIDE, and I'm happy to say, things are looking good! I'm working on the galley, my last chance to make any changes to the book before it releases. Once I'm finished and send it back to my editor, that's it. The book will be completely out of my hands and ready to go into yours!
With its release date of
May 31st fast approaching, I thought I'd share a little sneak peek excerpt from it. If you're a member of The Sweet Spot, you might've already seen this when I shared it last Saturday for Reader Appreciation Day, but I wanted to give everyone a chance to see it, so here it is!
And just a reminder, Hop Against Homophobia and Transphobia is still going on, and you can still enter to win one of my books, winner's choice of title, in ebook. All you have to do is leave a comment on the blog hop post, a couple of posts below this one. Also, if the winner would like TO THE OTHER SIDE, even though it won't be released when the hop ends, if the winner can wait a few days until it releases, I'm good with offering it as a prize.
I hope everyone who's been looking forward to this book will enjoy it! Only a few more days and it'll be live at MLR Press!
Blurb:
Garrett
Evergard is a finder of secrets. As a biologist and environmentalist, it’s his
job to go into wild lands and uncover their mysteries in order to save them. In
the Pacific Northwest, he races against logging lobbyists to save a section of
temperate rainforest, but the forest seems reluctant to give up her secrets.
Until a fateful meeting with a rare spirit bear opens the door to wonders
beyond anything he’s ever imagine, the greatest of those being the beautiful
man who comes to his rescue.
As
a witch and Gatekeeper, Bryson Summers is used to living a solitary life. He
lives between two worlds, Earth and Terra, feeling not fully part of either,
and dreams of meeting someone who understands him. From the moment he sees
Garrett, he believes – and hopes – he’s looking upon a twin soul.
Dragons,
unicorns, and a witch with enchanting brown eyes, Garrett tries to make sense
of a world so different from anything he’s ever known. But his mind and heart
are open, and he finds himself drawn more to Bryson with each day they spend
together. When Bryson and the gate that links the two worlds fall under threat,
Garrett is willing to do all he can to protect them, even if it means facing
down dark magic.
Excerpt:
Garrett
struggled through the black fog filling his mind. He could see the gray edges
of it, knowing he was starting to come out of the dark labyrinth he’d been
trapped in. He forced his eyes to open, and even though he only managed to part
his lids to slits, the white light beyond stung and forced him to close them again.
He
shifted on the bed, the warmth and softness of it and the blankets offering
comfort to his aches, which grew in strength the more aware he became.
Garrett
paused in his thoughts. Bed? Blankets? Where was he? A hospital? The last thing
he remembered was the sunlight shining through the leaves, the chill of the
stream water seeping through his clothes. Had he been found and rescued?
As
his senses sharpened, he picked up someone talking, the voice male and gruff.
“He’s
stable enough to be moved. Get him out of here.”
Another
voice answered, also male, but younger, the tone deep and smooth, soothing and
quiet. “We won’t know how stable he is until he wakes up.”
Accusation
entered into the first voice. “By then it’ll be too late! He’ll find out!”
“Well,
he wouldn’t be the first person who had. Obviously.”
Garrett
lay unmoving, not that he was entirely sure how well he could move. He didn’t know where he was, but from the conversation,
it sure as hell wasn’t a hospital. What’d happened to him? Had he been
discovered by some backwoods people living in anonymity, and now his presence
threatened that? Whatever it was, it sounded like he was in a bad situation and
he needed to get himself out of it.
He
didn’t know what to do. Should he alert them he was awake, or play dead until
he could find out more about where he was and who these people were?
A
soft thump on the bed to his right snapped him from his thoughts. He froze,
holding his breath, straining his ears. His pillow dipped with something
pressing down on it. He risked rolling his head slightly toward it, opening his
eyes.
He
shouted, flinging himself back toward the far side of the bed, nearly toppling
over the edge. The cause of his surprise also let out a startled scream,
reptilian hands flung upward as it tumbled backward off the bed.
Garrett
sat upright, his breathing heavy. Footsteps pounded closer. Garrett looked
toward the sound as the source crested the top of a flight of stairs. He met
eyes of such dark brown, they appeared black, but even with the surprise and
concern in the dark eyes, they were soft, gentle.
The
man’s gaze darted from him to the floor on the right side of the bed. He rushed
forward. “Wynny!”
The
man slid down to his knees, disappearing on the other side of the bed.
Cautiously, Garrett inched toward the edge, peering down at the man and the…lizard? No. Wait. The dragon.
No
larger than a cat, the dragon pushed off its side to sit up, and was scooped
into the man’s arms. Its scales were white, but as the light hit them, an
iridescent sheen glistened over them. Two ivory-colored horns spiraled out from
the back of the dragon’s refined, small head, which was held up on a long,
slender neck. Triangular spikes, the same ivory color as the horns, ran down
the back of its neck, back, and tail. The tip of its tail ended in a spear-like
point.
The
dragon raised one front leg, rubbing its head with its clawed hand.
“Are
you okay?” the man asked it.
The
dragon nodded.
“Flex
your wings. Let me make sure.”
Neatly
folded at his sides, the dragon extended its wings.
Each
wing was more than twice as long as the dragon’s body. Delicate bones ran
through them, held together by leathery white skin that had a slight pinkish
tint as the light shone through it. Garrett looked to the man at hearing his
sigh of relief.
“They
look fine. Do you hurt anywhere else? Other than bumping your head?”
The
dragon shook his head.
Garrett
stared at the duo, amazed and confused by the interaction. The dragon—and that
was a word that had passed through his mind way too much lately—seemed to
understand everything the man said. And as for the man, he found himself
feeling more enchanted by him, than by seeing another dragon.
Sweeping,
sharp cheekbones accented the man’s Native American features. He looked young,
probably in his mid-twenties at most. His raven-black hair hung straight and
sleek past his shoulders. His left ear was pierced with a silver ring in the
cartilage, a white feather and a black feather dangling from it. The light tan
of his buckskin shirt and pants complimented his deep bronze skin tone. But it
was the man’s eyes—the bottomless, dark eyes—with a lovely almond shape, that
had his attention.
The
man brushed a hand down the dragon’s back to the side of the spikes. “It looks
like you’re going to be okay.” He looked up to Garrett, a smile curving his
lips. “And it looks like our guest is going to be okay, too.” He glanced to the
dragon. “The two of you startled each other, huh?”
The
dragon nodded, tipping his head back to Garrett.
Garrett
swore the dragon was smiling at him, and he got his first good look at the
dragon’s eyes, a green radiant enough to shame precious emeralds, with pupils
slit like a cat’s.
“How
do you feel?”
The
question asked by that quiet, calming voice pulled Garrett back to the moment.
He looked to the man. “I’m…not sure. Physically, I feel like I got hit by a
truck. Or, fell down a ravine, which I guess I did. I’m kind of lost for words
on other things.”
The
man laughed, deep and soft. Rising, he tucked the dragon in his arms. “I can
understand that. You’ve just had a pretty big shock. And from my understanding,
it wasn’t the first in the past couple days. But you’re safe here, so that’s
one less thing for you to worry about.” He sat on the edge of the bed and
offered his hand. “I already know your name, Garrett Evergard. It was on your
driver’s license. But I should give you mine now that you’re awake. I’m Bryson
Summers.”
Garrett
slowly extended his hand, watching as Bryson’s long, slender fingers wrapped
around it in a strong, but gentle hold.
“You
look confused,” Bryson said.
A
single, humorless laugh left Garrett. His voice was rough with disuse as he
spoke. “That’s an understatement.”
Copyright 2013 by MLR Press and S.J. Frost
