Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Tuesday Teaser...

I did it again! I was off on a trip and forgot to post my Tuesday Teaser on Tuesday! MEA CULPA folks, I am not good at pre-scheduling posts!

Okay! Here’s how you do it! Guess the title of the Z.A. Maxfield book this teaser comes from to get an ebook copy of the book in question or any other book from my backlist. Be sure to give me a valid email address so I know where to send your ebook. The 5th person to email me with the correct title  WINS!

Email me at zamaxfield @ zamaxfield (dot) com and put Tuesday Teasers in the subject line!

Aaaaand…Pretty soon I’ll be inviting friends to join me here every Tuesday and hopefully, you’ll get a crack at winning a special guest author’s book. That will be fun, won’t it? (Seeing as how some of my friends are bestselling m/m romance authors and a chance to win one of their books would be AWESOME.) Look for something new come October. I’ll be kicking Tuesday Teasers: The Guest Factor into high gear during GRL month. We might even think of a new way to choose winners, maybe based on comments, instead of emails so you can leave your thoughts right here!

This Tuesday Teaser is another tough one. Shall we play GUESS THE BOOK?

Last Week’s Winners : Pat!

love of books

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“No beard.” I whispered, when I saw my whiskers had scratched his smooth skin.

“Not likely. My grandfather was Navajo. Diné. That’s why–”

“You have an amazing face.”

“I do?”

“I ain’t talking to ***.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s like all the happy in the world goes on exhibit there sometimes. I can see everything you think written all over your face.”

His lips curved into a small shy smile. “I guess I shouldn’t play cards.”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“I like your face.” He raised his hand and thumbed my lower lip. “You’re face has character.”

“That another way of saying I should give up my dream of being a fashion model?”

“No.” He cuffed my arm lightly. “Not at all.”

“When I put character and cowboy together, I get Slim Pickens or those ‘after’ pictures of the Marlboro man when he was all sick.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and brought me close. “When I look at you, it’s like seeing a really great climbing tree or a or a fast horse with an attitude. Scary—maybe a little dangerous–but I can’t help wanting to climb on and just see where it takes me.”

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