Thank you all for following the Absinthe of Malice blog tour! This is the fifth novel in the series and well, is a different kind of book. This is a beginning of sorts, a resurrection for most of the band members and the first step in a journey they will take together. Miki, Damie, Forest and Rafe in a van. Together. Cross-country and playing their hearts and souls out.
With a bit of trouble and love along the way.
I hope you enjoy it and like Applejack Shots and Beer, the story I’ll be telling across the blog tour.
OH! And the giveaway! Because we always need a giveaway. And there will be ONE winner for EVERY blog tour stop!
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See you on the Other Side.
Applejack Shots and Beer
Sliding around in my dreams
Your inky black kiss
Staining my life
With something I’ll never miss
You pushed yourself into me
Down deep into my soul
Wish I could dig you out
Burn you till I’m whole
— Ink Black Kiss
“Well, ye’ve got us all in a tither, I’ll be telling you that, boyo.” Sionn grunted at Damien’s elbow into his gut when the guitarist climbed into their bed. “Hey, watch the jabs there. Few inches more and ye’d have hit the boys.”
“Spent time with the cousins today?” Damien hitched himself up, tugging at the blankets trapped under his ass. “You sound like a bowl of Lucky Charms drowning in Guinness.”
“Yer an ass, Damie.” Sionn rolled over onto his lover, trapping the lanky guitarist under him. Damie didn’t put up much of a fight, a weak kick at Sionn’s leg before he fell into a fit of laughter. “Stop wiggling or ye’ll hurt yerself. Or me. Mostly me.”
Sionn shifted, resting his weight on his knees. The scars along his left leg gave a little twinge, reminding him of the long, hard run he’d dragged Rafe on that morning but the knee itself held. Straddling Damien’s slender hips, he cupped his lover’s face then stole Damie’s breath with a simmering, lengthy kiss. He tasted of cinnamon toothpaste and candy, probably a handful of SweeTarts from the jar on the table after he’d brushed his teeth but Sionn also tasted the man underneath the sugar and spice.
“God, I’m going to hate not having you in bed with me, a ghra,” Sionn muttered when he pulled away from Damien’s mouth. “But I understand why you’ve got to go.”
“Really?” Damien sighed when Sionn slipped off of him. Sliding over on the bed, he nested against Sionn’s side, laying his head back on Sionn’s chest. Drawing his knees up, Damien grimaced and said, “Because everyone else is acting like I’m tearing babies away from their mothers’ teats.”
He stroked Damien’s hair, soothing away the inky black strands from his lover’s eyes. There was a tension in Damien’s words, stropping an edge to the faint cut-glass accent in his voice. For all of his bravado and flippancy, Damien was bothered by the reactions rippling through the family.
“Ye’ve got to remember we’re not used to this,” Sionn broached carefully.
“Bullshit, you guys saw Rafe hit the road.”
“And ye saw how well that turned out all around, didn’t ye?” He grinned at Damien’s pained groan. “He wasn’t anyone’s other half then and now… well, Quinn’s not sharing how he feels. That one plays everything close to his chest and I’m not even sure he’s using the same deck as the rest of us.”
“We’re musicians, Sionn.” Damien tilted his head back and stared up at him. “We play. On stage. We’re a band. It’s not fucking Rock Band on an Xbox. We’re an actual fucking band.”
“I know that,” he conceded. “But the reality of that hit a bit hard and fast.”
“We…the four of us…talked about it. Everyone—including Miki—wants to do a tour.” He settled back down, still a bit grumpy. “I’m the one who wants to do it old school because we need to. We need the connection between us. No pressure to be rock stars. Just a few gigs and living in each others’ shit to see if we can.”
“And if you can’t?” Sionn pressed. “Then what?”
“Then Crossroads Gin doesn’t happen,” Damien replied. “We don’t do this…we don’t gel…then we’re just four musicians jamming together in a studio and that’s the end of it. And that’s not something the four of us are willing to give up. Not for anyone, love. Not for anyone.”
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About Absinthe of Malice
We’re getting the band back together.
Those five words send a chill down Miki St. John’s spine, especially when they’re spoken with a nearly religious fervor by his brother-in-all-but-blood, Damien Mitchell. However, those words were nothing compared to what Damien says next.
And we’re going on tour.
When Crossroads Gin hits the road, Damien hopes it will draw them closer together. There’s something magical about being on tour, especially when traveling in a van with no roadies, managers, or lovers to act as a buffer. The band is already close, but Damien knows they can be more—brothers of sorts, bound not only by familial ties but by their intense love for music.
As they travel from gig to gig, the band is haunted by past mistakes and personal demons, but they forge on. For Miki, Damie, Forest, and Rafe, the stage is where they all truly come alive, and the music they play is as important to them as the air they breathe.
But those demons and troubles won’t leave them alone, and with every mile under their belts, the band faces its greatest challenge—overcoming their deepest flaws and not killing one another along the way.
About Rhys Ford
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.
And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.
As part of this blog tour, Rhys has graciously offered up a $20 Gift Certificate to the e-tailer AND an audiobook code from Audible!!! The giveaway starts now and ends June 24, 2016 at 11:59 p.m. To enter, just click the link below!
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