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Rainbow Awards pre-party and 8th anniversary (Day 18)

November 2014 marks the 8th anniversary since I opened my first journal on LJ, and the 6th anniversary of the Rainbow Awards and we will have again a 1 month long big bash party. 120 authors, all of them in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, have donated an ebook and I will use them for a Treasure Hunt. Every day, for all November, I will post 4 excerpts (a random page of the book). No reference to title, or author, or publisher. You have to match it with the book ;-) comment on the blog (do not leave anonymous comments, if you post as anonymous, leave a contact email (comments are screened)), you can comment 1 time for more matchings (you can even try for all 4 books if you like, so 4 chances to win every day). Until the end I will not say which matching is right, so you will have ALL month to try. No limit on how many books you can win, the more you try the better chance you have to win. End of November, among the right matchings, I will draw the winners. So now? let the game start!

If at the end of the treasure hunt there will be still unmatched excerpts the giveaway will go to the one who matched more books.

The books are:

A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese
A Kingdom Lost by Barbara Ann Wright
A Place for Cliff by Talon ps
A Special Kind of Folk by Barry Brennessel
About Face by VK Powell
Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark
Another Healing by M. Raiya
Antidote by Jack L. Pyke
Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre
Beloved Pilgrim by Christopher Hawthorne Moss
Better Than Friends by Lane Hayes
Bird of Paradise by G.J. Paterson
Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan
Bonds of Denial by Lynda Aicher
Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood
Camellia by Caitlin Ricci & Cari Z.
Carnal Sacraments by Perry Brass
Caught! By JL Merrow
Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood
Chip off the Ice Block Murder by Jessie Chandler
Clean Slate by Andrea Bramhall
Corruption by Eden Winters
Desire at Dawn by Fiona Zedde
Dirty Beautiful Words by Brooklyn Brayl
Dissonance by Shira Anthony
Dudek by Taylor James
Educating Simon by Robin Reardon
Fight by Kelly Wyre
Filthy Acquisitions by Edmond Manning
Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain
Forever Hold His Peace by Rebecca Cohen
Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling
Fractured by Mickie B. Ashling
Freak Camp: Posts From a Previously Normal Girl by Jessica V. Barnett
FutureDyke by Lea Daley
Games Boys Play by Zoe X. Rider
Gathering Storm by Alexa Land
Gin & Jazz 1- 4 (4 novellas: Hollywood Bound, Razzle Dazzle, Tarnished Glitter and Starring Role) by Morticia Knight
Girls Don't Hit by Geonn Cannon
Great Pleasures by Edward Southgate
Greg Honey by Russ Gregory
Happy Independence Day by Michael Rupured
Hard Pressed by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book #1) by Charlie Cochet
Highfell Grimoires by Langley Hyde
His Fair Lady by Kimberly Gardner
Hoaley Inexplicable by Declan Sands
How Still My Love by Diane Marina
Hungry for Love by Rick R. Reed
If I Die Before I Wake by Liz McMullen
If We Shadows by D.E. Atwood
Ink & Flowers by J.K. Pendragon
It's Like This by Anne O'Gleadra
Lab Rat's Love by Ana J. Phoenix
Lesbian Crushes at School: A Diary on Growing Up Gay in the Eighties by Natasha Holme
Let the Lover Be by Sheree L. Greer
Like Jazz by Heather Blackmore
Love and Salvage: Loving Emmett by Mathew Ortiz
Love Is A Stranger by John Wiltshire
Love You Forever by Amelia Bishop
Lovers and Liars by Paul Alan Fahey
Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood
Masquerade by Joy Lynn Fielding
Measure of Peace by Caethes Faron
Mirage by Tia Fielding
More Than Everything by Cardeno C.
Motel. Pool. By Kim Fielding
Murder and the Hurdy Gurdy Girl by Kate McLachlan
Murder on the Mountain by Jamie Fessenden
My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling
Nightingale by Andrea Bramhall
No Angel by Clare London
Omorphi by C. Kennedy
On Archimedes Street by Jefferson Parrish
Paradise at Main and Elm by Barry Brennessel
Paris Connection by J.P. Bowie
Passage by Evey Brett
Pick Up the Pieces by Tinnean
Piper by Leona Carver
Rapture, Sins of the Sinners by Fran Heckrotte & A.C. Henley
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by Angel Martinez
Rasputin's Kiss by L.M. Somerton
Rest Home Runaways by Clifford Henderson
Resurrection Man by K.Z. Snow
Return of an Impetuous Pilot by Kate McLachlan
Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend
Running Through A Dark Place by Michael J. Bowler
Saving Liam by DP Denman
Serpentine Walls by CJane Elliott
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Shameful Desires 3: Unbound by P.J. Proud
Shirewode by J Tullos Hennig
Silent by Sara Alva
Slide by Garrett Leigh
Something Like Spring by Jay Bell
Splinters by Thorny Sterling
Stitch by Eli Easton, Sue Brown, Jamie Fessenden & Kim Fielding
Summerville by H.L. Sudler
The 42nd Street Jerking-off Club by Mykola Dementiuk
The Calm Before by Neena Jaydon
The Dead Past by Kate Aaron
The Empath by Jody Klaire
The Engineered Throne by Megan Derr
The Family We Make by Kaje Harper
The Genealogy of Understanding by Daniel M. Jaffe
The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
The Last Conception by Gabriel Constans
The Line by J.D. Horn
The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton
The Memory of Blood & Lotuses by E.E. Ottoman
The Opera House by Hans M. Hirschi
The River Within by Baxter Clare Trautman
The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters
The Thief Taker by William Holden
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Tournament of Shadows by S.A. Meade
True Stories Too: People and Places From My Past by Felice Picano
Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
You're Always in the Last Place You Look by T.N. Gates
Zenith by Arshad Ahsanuddin

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Today excerpts are:

69)

Pepper touches my shoulder, squeezing lightly. “Come back in and do the read­through, please? And think about it over the weekend. You can tell me Monday if you really can’t do it. But I promise you, no one’s going to be laughing when they see you on stage. They’re just going to be thinking about how awesome an actor you are to pull it off.”
I swear, my brain short­circuits as soon as she touches me, and I’m nodding before I really think about what I’m saying yes to.
Her smile is worth it.
I can’t resist this time and reach out, one finger hooking in a dark red curl, nudging it back behind her ear. She flushes, warm rose under the freckles, but she doesn’t pull away. I’m playing with fire even thinking anything about her, and my heart’s rushing so hard I’m starting to shake again. It’s the good kind of nervous, anxious and waiting for something to happen, like that moment before going downstairs on Christmas morning to see the packages under the tree.
The moment breaks as she lets go of my shoulder and takes a step back. “C’mon. Let’s go get that read­through done. There’s a script in there with your name on it.”
I stand there, looking at her. “Is there going to be a roster handed out? Your brother suggested that a bunch of us could get together and run lines. I know we all gave you our info when we signed up.” It seems like one way of subtly getting her number and e­mail.
Her smile sparks impish, and my heart trips over itself in a syncopated beat. She steps forward and picks my phone from where it peeks out of my pocket. She carefully taps for several moments, then holds it out at arm’s length to take a picture of herself. She hands it back to me, showing her name, phone and e­mail woven in with her smiling image. She curls my hands around it. “There.” She blinks innocently, adding, “You can use the home number to reach Paul, too, of course. You should text me soon, so I’ve got your number, too.”
“Of course.”
She steps to the door, and looks back at me as she opens it. I can see James standing down the hall. He walks toward us, and that jars me into motion. I shove the phone back in my pocket and walk through the door that Pepper’s opened for me.
I swear, my brain short­circuits as soon as she touches me, and I’m nodding before I really think about what I’m saying yes to.
Her smile is worth it.
I can’t resist this time and reach out, one finger hooking in a dark red curl, nudging it back behind her ear. She flushes, warm rose under the freckles, but she doesn’t pull away. I’m playing with fire even thinking anything about her, and my heart’s rushing so hard I’m starting to shake again. It’s the good kind of nervous, anxious and waiting for something to happen, like that moment before going downstairs on Christmas morning to see the packages under the tree.
The moment breaks as she lets go of my shoulder and takes a step back. “C’mon. Let’s go get that read­through done. There’s a script in there with your name on it.”
I stand there, looking at her. “Is there going to be a roster handed out? Your brother suggested that a bunch of us could get together and run lines. I know we all gave you our info when we signed up.” It seems like one way of subtly getting her number and e­mail.
Her smile sparks impish, and my heart trips over itself in a syncopated beat. She steps forward and picks my phone from where it peeks out of my pocket. She carefully taps for several moments, then holds it out at arm’s length to take a picture of herself. She hands it back to me, showing her name, phone and e­mail woven in with her smiling image. She curls my hands around it. “There.” She blinks innocently, adding, “You can use the home number to reach Paul, too, of course. You should text me soon, so I’ve got your number, too.”
“Of course.”
She steps to the door, and looks back at me as she opens it. I can see James standing down the hall. He walks toward us, and that jars me into motion. I shove the phone back in my pocket and walk through the door that Pepper’s opened for me.

70)

I was so lost in thought, I had the door open before I looked up. I raised my head when I saw two sets of feet walk in.
And there, standing in my apartment, were Scott Boone and Adan Navarro. I gasped and leaped back from the physical embodiments of the ghosts who had never stopped haunting me.
“Charlie!” Scott shouted happily, and at the same moment Adan excitedly cried out, “Chase!”
It was like a fucking nightmare.
“Fuck,” I muttered and turned my head quickly from my first love to the only other man I’d trusted with my heart. They’d each eviscerated me once upon a time, and though I’d healed, mostly, being faced with both of them at the same moment was still too much... way too much. I suddenly felt as nauseous as Stacia.
Adan slowly turned his head to Scott, whose mouth was gaping open.
“Charlie?” Adan asked weakly.
Scott closed his mouth and gulped. “Chase?” he said.
“Fuck,” I groaned, as my brain started catching up to the comedy of horrors unfolding in front of me. It wasn’t just that they were both there at the same time. They had been standing close together when I’d opened the door. Really close. And was Scott’s arm around Adan’s back?
They both looked over at me and stared.
“Charlie?” Scott asked, his voice hesitant, the question clear from histone.
“Chase?” Adan asked, sounding equal parts incredulous and horrified. Their tones and body language had already clued me in to what I was seeing, but when I shifted my gaze from Scott’s eyes to Adan’s and then back again, my suspicion was confirmed. I knew them well enough to recognize what I was seeing.
I’d loved two men during my thirty-five years on this planet. Only two. And I’d lost them both. Wouldn’t it just figure that they’d found in each other what they had both deemed missing in me?
I dropped my face into my hands and whispered, “Fuck.”

71)

She pulled a key from her coat pocket and walked toward the lake. “The apartment is over the boathouse.” Why hadn’t she just kept quiet? Leigh would be gone. She didn’t want a tenant, but she kept putting one foot in front of the other in that direction.
“On the water?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Sweet. I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“It’s amazing what a little ingenuity, family political clout, and cash can do.” She couldn’t seem to keep from offering tidbits of useless information about her parents, none of which Leigh Monroe needed to know. Maybe she’d been alone too long.
When they reached the dock, Macy pulled the stairs down and locked them into place on the floater. “This serves as steps when down and a door when closed, just like in an attic.”
“Jeez, this is huge. It’s a house on stilts.”
“It’s just an A-frame really, one large room, like a loft. The only light comes through the front windows and door.”
Macy glanced at Leigh as she moved toward the steps, uncomfortable with her closeness. She started to ask her to back up but Leigh’s look of unfiltered awe as she gazed at the lake stopped her. She’d never seen an adult so captivated by a simple view. Her emerald eyes were wide, her lips slightly parted, and her cheeks flushed. Macy stared, drinking in the wonder she didn’t know still existed in the world. How long had it been since she’d looked at anything with that kind of enjoyment and expectation? Not even her art carried that thrall anymore.
She turned back toward the stairs, her legs unsteady as she climbed the first few steps. She was halfway up when a motorboat whipped through the cove pulling a skier in a wetsuit. Waves rocked the floater and it bobbed up and down. Losing her footing, she grabbed for the railing to regain her balance, but failed. She seemed to tumble in slow motion until landing unceremoniously in Leigh Monroe’s powerful embrace.
Macy thought for a moment she’d lost consciousness because she wasn’t breathing and her entire body was rigid. Then she realized she was lying on the dock on top of Leigh, whose arms were still tightly clasp around her. She struggled but couldn’t break the hold. “Let go. Take your hands off.”
“Okay, okay. Are you all right? Are you hurt?” Leigh released her and sprang to her feet as if unfazed by the whole incident.
“I’m fine.” Not exactly true. She was still wobbly and her skin was too warm for the cool spring temperature. Leigh’s embrace had felt confining, but non-threatening at the same time. She didn’t like being touched, especially by strangers, but her body seemed to be saying something else.
“That’s what I call sweeping a girl off her feet. Well played.” Her shock must’ve been evident because Leigh said, “I was kidding.”
She backed as far away from Leigh as possible and pointed to the steps. “Look if you want, but hurry. I’m busy.” She wasn’t going to rent the apartment. Decision made, again. She couldn’t even spend fifteen minutes in a social situation without freaking out.

72)

By the time the constable and his men left, the bodies had been hauled away and the household had calmed down, but the clock was alarmingly close to striking the twenty-fifth hour. Vellem fled to his room to find some peace, grateful that Nigul hung back enough to give him a sense of solitude. He pushed back the heavy drapes of his bedroom window, staring up at the night sky, the two moons that still glowed brightly: Antela, the White Lady, bright and glorious and bold; her little sister Antora, the Blue Lady, dark and beautiful and secretive. "Bless all twice," he murmured and let the drapes fall, leaving him with only soft, wavering lamplight to see by since the sabotage on the wires had been thorough enough that they had yet to be repaired.
He removed his weapon and supply pouches and locked them away in the chest beside his bed. He kept a smaller pistol in a secret compartment in his headboard, though at present he was tempted to retain the military-grade pistol. Stripping off his clothes, he cast them into the basket beside his wardrobe then pulled on a dressing robe and cinched the belt tight. "Where are you sleeping?"
Nigul shrugged. "Trying to decide if I should sleep across the door or at the foot of your bed."
"Sleep in the bed. It's big enough and the nights get extremely chilly. The door locks and we can rig an alarm of some sort to let us know if someone tries to open it."
"All right, but no groping," Nigul replied and stripped to his breeches. He set his own gun on the table on the side of the bed closest to the door and his boots beside it, ready to grab if he had to move quickly. Under his pillow he put a knife. Moving to the door, he locked it, then stepped back and pondered. "What would you suggest for rigging?"
Vellem walked over to the desk in one corner of his room and pulled out a small box full of odds and ends, most of which he could not remember acquiring. He pulled out a thin strip of leather from which hung several marble-sized jingle bells. "These should do the trick with some string." He tossed the bells and a roll of twine to Nigul, who caught them easily and deftly rigged an alarm.
Removing his robe, Vellem slid into bed and got comfortable. He closed his eyes as Nigul prowled the room, checking everything and extinguishing the lights. He opened his eyes again when he felt Nigul settle into bed beside him. "I am glad you're here, old dog, though I wish it was for happier reasons."
"Whatever the reason, it is good to see you again, Vell. I hope all these troubles mean your marriage will be peaceful."
"Life is never so simple, but thank you for the sentiment. Ladies guard your sleep."
"And yours."
Vellem closed his eyes again, letting his mind sift through thoughts of marriage, bridges, soldiers, and more until he finally drifted off to sleep.
He woke to a sharp rapping on the door and grunted in annoyance as he dragged his eyes open. Heaving himself out of bed, he shrugged into his dressing robe before walking sleepily over to the door.
"Don't open that," Nigul snapped from the bed. "I'll get it."
"Oh, for—" Vellem broke off, recalling his poor tailors, and left Nigul to answer the door. Walking over to his wardrobe, he pulled out clothes for the day and carried them into the bathing room. Hanging the clothes on hooks meant for that purpose, he moved to the bathing tub and turned on the water spigots, waiting impatiently as steaming water slowly filled the gleaming copper tub. He added bath salts, enjoying the fragrant scent of lemon and vanilla as he slid into the water.

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