Wednesday Tease of Spray Paint Kisses - Coming Soon from @evernightpub
Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Well, it's a slightly happier day here in my little New Brunswick town than it was yesterday. I think all of Canada stopped to grieve and show support as a united sea of red for the fallen three Mounties in Moncton. That just happens to be a couple of hours away from where I live, and a short time away from where I set Spray Paint Kisses in, too.

Anyone who lives around here knows someone in Moncton. We probably have a few family members there, also. Last week was scary for everyone, this week was simply ... sad. My heart goes out to all of the families of the Mounties, especially the wives who lost their husbands, and the little children who are now without their fathers.

So, my tease today comes from my novella Spray Paint Kisses. It's contracted with Evernight Publishing and tentatively scheduled for release sometime in August.

Blurb:


He’s left his mark everywhere. She’s still trying to find a place to leave hers.

Gage Masselin is a graffiti artist whose life has revolved around his art, and focused entirely on his career. He’s never needed a muse to get his inspiration flowing, so when an unexpected blonde-haired beauty knocks him out of his zone, he knows he’s in trouble.

Summer Davey is just a traveling girl with a gypsy’s soul. The one constant she has is her need to keep moving on. She’s never stayed in one place long enough to plant roots, never mind finding a man with spray paint kissing the tips of his fingers to make her heart beat faster. 

She inspires him. He’s the first thing to ever feel like home.

Sometimes the hardest things to find in love and life are the easiest to lose.



And onto the little tease. Let's just say the heroine is a smartass, sometimes:


Isn’t that illegal?”

Gage Masselin nearly dropped the aerosol paint can from his grasp at the feminine voice. Whenever he was in the middle of creating a tag, he was in the zone. There were no sounds but the constant whoosh of the spray paint can’s nozzle and his rhythmic breathing. No distractions took him away from his art.

Well, usually.

Turning on his heel, Gage forgot about the black and white bandana he still wore around his lower face as a shield from the paint fumes. The material muffled his surprise as he came face to face with the prettiest damned thing he’d ever seen in his twenty-two years of life.

Long waves of golden hair was tied off to the side in a messy braid, falling over her front. There wasn’t a lick of makeup on her clear peach and cream complexion. Standing in gladiator style sandals, ripped up jean shorts, and a faded band T-shirt, the girl could have been just about anyone.

Except she couldn’t. Gage’s tiny New Brunswick hometown was a blink and you’d miss it kind of place. Growing up in Plaster Rock gave him the ability to know everyone, even if he didn’t officially live there fulltime anymore. Thing was, people moved away, new people didn’t move there.

Everybody knew everyone else, or they thought they did. Gage didn’t know this girl.

“Uh …”

The girl smirked before waving in Gage’s direction. “Your face.”

His face?

What?

“My—”

Instantly, Gage realized what the girl meant. The bandana still covered the lower part of his face, including his mouth. He probably looked like some little hoodrat hiding in the alley, tagging the shit out of the high school library’s wall.

No wonder she thought he was doing something illegal.

Tugging down the bandana so it rested around his throat, Gage offered the girl a shrug in explanation. “Sorry, habit to wear it. I usually don’t have company when I’m painting, so no reason to have my mouth free to chat.”

“You mean an accomplice, right?”
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