December 17, 2014

Blog Tour: Sparrow 59 by Devon Ashley

For my Sparrow 59 blog tour stop I have an excerpt for you all to read. Enjoy! Also, don't forget to check out the giveaway at the bottom of the page!

Title: Sparrow 59
Author: Devon Ashley
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Length:  324 pages

Synopsis: Sparrow 59 on Goodreads

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EXCERPT #1:     
     I leaned over and kissed his lips, and as far gone as he already was, his lips still kissed me back.

     “Thank you for not letting me fall.”
     His mouth lifted slightly to the left. Softly, he replied, “I’d never let anyone hurt you. Not even your clumsy ass.”
     “I’m not clumsy,” I replied defiantly, “my dress just happened to outmaneuver me, is all.”
     His smile was pressed tight, and his chuckle stayed put in his throat. “Always the fault of something else,” he jested. “Just admit you’re a klutz and I’ll consider letting you have your way with me.”
     “Oh, lucky day!” I sassed in dramatic fashion. “Admit a fault and win a night in a nasty bed with a guy who’s currently broken.” With a strong southern accent, I added, “How will I ever refuse such a desirable offer?”
     “Smart-ass.” I didn’t even have time to laugh before he wrapped me up and flipped us, reversing our positions. But instead of finding my lips, his head collapsed over my shoulder, the rest of his body locking up. His mumble sounded downright painful. “You might be right about the broken part.” He hissed through his teeth, groaning as he carefully rolled back off.
     “Now will you take a pain killer?”
     “God yes,” he said on a heavy exhalation, his face still cringing.
     I went to grab two from the stash in the medicine cabinet and he swallowed them dry. “Maybe tomorrow.”    
     As if. He was going to be broken for days. I ran my fingernails through his short brown hair. “Tomorrow we’re having dinner with Jeanine and her new boyfriend.”
     He winced and moaned, but this time it wasn’t because of the pain.
     I knew he was going to have that reaction, but I hardly ever asked him to do this kind of thing. Jeanine was the only person I had a friendship with outside the CIA, and I only became friendly in the first place because she lived behind us. I could only turn her down for dinner so many times, you know? “You promised!”
     “Do you have this so-called promise in writing? Because I think this’ll be one of those times I require proof beforehand.”
     My hands went directly to my hips. “Then I guess you should’ve paid more attention to those wedding vows you agreed to. Sorry love, but you’ve agreed to pimp yourself out on a permanent basis, and you have no one to blame but yourself.”
     He lazily rolled his head back and forth on the pillow. “I don’t suppose there’s a way to barter myself out of this? Cleaning duty? All day unlimited shopping spree?” He smile was completely devious when he suggested, “Full body massage by yours truly?”
     I bit back the smile fighting to take over. “So not going to happen.” Though the massage was definitely tempting.
     “Damn it,” he muttered. Childishly, he added, “I won’t go.”
     “It’s cute that you think you have a choice,” I replied, playfully tapping him twice on the cheek.
     Closing his eyes, he slowly whined, “Fuck me,” finally conceding defeat.
     “I tried, remember? You’re broken.”


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