Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Exclusive Sneak Peek of The Gates, Book Two in The Resistance Trilogy and giveaway for a paperback copy of Amaranth
Exclusive Sneak Peek of The Gates, Book Two in The Resistance Trilogy
Amaranth, book one of Rachael Wade’s Resistance Trilogy is available in print beginning Friday September 30, 2011 .
Book two is not far behind, The Gates, the second installment, will be released in January 2012, and we have an exclusive sneak peek to celebrate the launch of the series right here!
If you haven’t read the first installment, pick it up in e-book today from Amazon ($0.99 now until Oct. 1st) or Barnes and Noble, or get the print version here.
In the meantime, enjoy the excerpt from book two below and be sure to add it to your to-read shelf on Goodreads. Trouble is brewing in book two!
Also, don’t forget to stop by the Amaranth on-line launch party Friday Night at 7PM Eastern to enter to win a Kindle, Barnes and Noble gift cards, and signed print copies. Hope to see you there!
Click this link to enter: http://www.rachaelwade.com/
“Stay put,” Gavin kissed me, his dark brown eyes burning into mine, then moved through the crowd toward the kitchen. I huddled down into the chair, grabbed a few pretzels from the table and shoved them in my mouth, hoping no one would take me out before he returned with the food. Still hungry, I moved on to the peanut bowl, then stopped when I spotted a gorgeous girl moving toward me. She slithered through the other guests, her eyes glued to mine, a curt smile on her face. I put the bowl down, stared back. She was a girl next door’s arch nemesis: movie star hair, full lips, big chest, and tiny waist. Eyes followed her as she made her way to me, the swing in her hips and tight-fitting dress capable of causing a car wreck. I sunk into my seat a little further, fascinated by her.
“Oh là là, I can’t believe Gavin hasn’t introduced us,” she said, draping herself on the table in front of me. “I’m Scarlet. Enchantée.” Her kitten eyelashes batted away, looking like they were getting quite a workout. “I’m his ex.”
“Oh,” I snapped out of it and leaned forward to offer her a handshake. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“I’m so glad he brought you to Paris. When I heard what was happening, I just had to meet you. We go way back and he’s told me all about you.”
“Has he?” I reached for my cigarettes. “I mean, I had no idea you were so close.”
“Well, you two have been pretty busy with this whole mess,” she giggled, took a cigarette for herself. Mesmerized by the way the smoke rolled off her sensual lips, I wasn’t sure what to say next. Gavin hadn’t told me anything about any of his exes—certainly not the curvaceous seductress who sat before me. “I’m so happy for you,” she broke my distraction. “It sounds like he’s crazy about you.”
“Yeah, he’s great,” I mumbled and gave her an awkward smile, observed her long chestnut locks and sultry ruby-red lips.
“Lucky girl. He’s amazing in the boudoir, n’est-ce pas?” She twisted around to peer at him, eying his backside as he stood next to Arianna in the kitchen, laughing, helping her serve plates and glasses. “So rough,” she took a long, slow drag off her cigarette—too long—eyes still on him. “It’s so pent up. I think that’s why it’s so good.” She turned back to me and winked.
“Sorry,” she cooed, let some ashes fall into an ashtray. “We go way back.”
“Yeah, you said that.”
“Scarlet?” Gavin came from behind her. “What are you doing here? It’s been ages.” He looked over at me with food in hand and a wary look on his face. “I see you’ve met Camille.”
“Sure have. She’s a doll. I was just telling her how much history you and I have. It’s so nice to have you in town!”
“Yeah, it’s…been a while.”
Staring him down, I gestured toward the plate in his hand. “Mind if I eat?”
“Oh, no. Sorry, Arianna and I got talking.” He handed me what looked like roast duck and some sort of rich, creamy sauce.
“Well, I’ll let you two lovebirds be. We’ll catch up after the meeting, okay?” She winked at me once more, then kissed Gavin on both cheeks and squeezed his arm before she snuck away—an intimate exchange that made me sick.
“What was that all about?” He took her place on the table, leaned in toward me and rubbed the side of my leg.
“You tell me.”
“You look like you could give me a black eye right now; did she say something to you?”
“I think I’ve lost my appetite.” Dropping my fork, I stood and adjusted my coat, then made my way to the front door. The streets of Montmartre and a stiff drink were calling my name.