Title: The Crimson Series Box
Set
Author: Amos Cassidy
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description:
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
Author
Links:
Website: http://amoscassidy.com/
Crimson Series Blog: http://crimsonseries.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/amoscassidy
Pinterest:
http://www.pinterest.com/amoscassidy/
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 Greg’s backside moving
back and forth like an overactive piston.
Had it always been that
hairy?
She cleared her throat. “I guess you’re busy,” she
said, “maybe I should pop back later.”
The piston halted and Greg practically threw
himself off his bed partner as if she were an unwanted hot potato. “Fuck! Rose!
Fuck!”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Rose
said.
“What are you…I mean, when did
you-”
“Get here?” she glanced casually at her wristwatch.
“About five minutes ago.”
She noticed him surreptitiously pull the bedspread
up to cover his crotch. “What are you doing here?” he
asked.
“I thought I’d surprise you.” She pushed herself off the
doorframe sauntering into the room. “I guess I
succeeded.”
A petite five foot four, with the elfin doe-eyed
features of a Manga sketch topped with long golden hair, Rose didn’t look like
a threat. In fact, she was pretty certain that she would have been cast as the
lead in any production of ‘Legally Blonde’ on looks alone, but the tussled
brunette, frozen on the bed, saw something in Rose’s 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.
“Sit!” Rose
said.
The brunette froze, her fingers mere inches from
the lacy garment that would cover her Brazilian-waxed bits. Yeah,
Rose wished she’d missed that bit.
Rose smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Please
don’t leave on my account. This won’t take more than a minute.” She
strode casually to the bedside cabinet on the brunette’s side of the bed, and
felt her shrink away. Ignoring her she began to rummage
inside.
Greg pulled on his boxers. “What are you
doing?”
“Getting my stuff.” She pulled out a couple of
paperbacks, her overnight cosmetics bag and her hardback copy of ‘The Kama
Sutra’. It felt tacky and sticky. Rose cracked it open and frowned.
“You got spunk stains on my book.” 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.
“What, so that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?” He
made a grab for her shoulder and she shrugged him off.
“Threesomes are really not my thing,” she said and
carried on down the hallway. She needed to get out of here quick
before…
“This is all your fault you
know!”
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 expression–
smug. “Enlighten me.”
He shrugged, “If you’d put out more often this
would never have happened. A man has needs you know, and you’re always
busy-”
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.
“Wha…Wha ya do tha
fa?”
Some questions don’t deserve a response.
Rose turned on her heel and
walked away
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