Title: The Crimson Series Box Set
Author: Amos Caddidy
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
For a limited time only, all three books in the Crimson Series are collected together in this box set.
A Dark Urban Fantasy saga, filled with supernatural intrigue. There are twists, turns and characters that will make your legs go weak...
Amos Cassidy - a team of two. Amos is a 30 year old Diva and Cassidy a 37 year old mum of three. Aside from a passion for writing and a love of reading they also share an addiction to coffee, love anything Joss Whedon and are constantly playing tug of war over Jensen Ackles.
They have been writing together for five years, having written three books in 'The Crimson Series', and their latest novel - the first book in a brand new series - 'The Rain: Rebirth', which is out now.
Buy Links (for the box set):
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Crimson-Series-Box-Amos-Cassidy-ebook/dp/B00KAYZRF4/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1400754639&sr=8-4&keywords=amos+cassidy
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Crimson-Series-Box-Amos-Cassidy-ebook/dp/B00KAYZRF4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1400754684&sr=1-1&keywords=crimson+series+box+set
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EXCERPT (from Crimson Midnight):
1. GOODBYE FOR NOW
Rose stood in the bedroom doorway, shoulder propped against the doorframe, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her low-rise Levis. She cocked her head, watching Gregâs backside moving back and forth like an overactive piston.
Had it always been that hairy?
She cleared her throat. âI guess youâre busy,â she said, âmaybe I should pop back later.â
The piston halted and Greg practically threw himself off his bed partner as if she were an unwanted hot potato. âFuck! Rose! Fuck!â
âYeah, I can see that,â Rose said.
âWhat are youâ¦I mean, when did you-â
âGet here?â she glanced casually at her wristwatch. âAbout five minutes ago.â
She noticed him surreptitiously pull the bedspread up to cover his crotch. âWhat are you doing here?â he asked.
âI thought Iâd surprise you.â She pushed herself off the doorframe sauntering into the room. âI guess I succeeded.â
A petite five foot four, with the elfin doe-eyed features of a Manga sketch topped with long golden hair, Rose didnât look like a threat. In fact, she was pretty certain that she would have been cast as the lead in any production of âLegally Blondeâ on looks alone, but the tussled brunette, frozen on the bed, saw something in Roseâs sapphire gaze that galvanised her into action. She shot off the bed making a grab for a pair of lacy red underwear on the floor.
âSit!â Rose said.
The brunette froze, her fingers mere inches from the lacy garment that would cover her Brazilian-waxed bits. Yeah, Rose wished sheâd missed that bit.
Rose smiled, but it didnât reach her eyes. âPlease donât leave on my account. This wonât take more than a minute.â She strode casually to the bedside cabinet on the brunetteâs side of the bed, and felt her shrink away. Ignoring her she began to rummage inside.
Greg pulled on his boxers. âWhat are you doing?â
âGetting my stuff.â She pulled out a couple of paperbacks, her overnight cosmetics bag and her hardback copy of âThe Kama Sutraâ. It felt tacky and sticky. Rose cracked it open and frowned. âYou got spunk stains on my book.â She threw the book onto the bed wiping her hands on her jeans. She shoved the rest of her stuff into her backpack, which lay on the floor by the bedside table. Swinging the pack onto her shoulder she headed for the door. She felt Greg behind her, his breath hot on the nape of her neck.
âWhat, so thatâs it? Youâre just gonna leave?â He made a grab for her shoulder and she shrugged him off.
âThreesomes are really not my thing,â she said and carried on down the hallway. She needed to get out of here quick beforeâ¦
âThis is all your fault you know!â
She paused, hand on the banister. Now this she had to hear. She turned to face him.
He had his arms crossed across his broad chest, tanned and speckled with dark hair. She had loved lying on that chest. Her eyes travelled up to settle on his face. He wore his favourite expressionâ smug. âEnlighten me.â
He shrugged, âIf youâd put out more often this would never have happened. A man has needs you know, and youâre always busy-â
And then he was on the floor clutching his nose. Rose blinked staring at her fist, feeling the anger, which had erupted so suddenly, dissipate. The roaring in her ears subsided and she heard Greg whimper.
âWhaâ¦Wha ya do tha fa?â
Some questions donât deserve a response.
Rose turned on her heel and walked away