Heres another excerpt, this time featuring Baxter and his pack, Liam and Declan as they investigate the Notre Dame de Neiges cemetery in Canada. Many thanks to Cate Ashwood for suggesting this one for a location--its a beautiful spot. Cemetery photo is from Wikipedia; couple photo is from romantically-gay at Tumblr. Remember you can get a 25% discount on any of my books at Dreamspinner--use the code LaBarthe0413 (case sensitive) at time of purchase. And you can find me at misslj_author.livejournal or on twitter @brbsiberia or here on Facebook https://facebook/lj.labarthe.9 **** Riley frowned. “You shouldn’t put yourself in danger,” he said. Liam shrugged again. “Well, I’m open to suggestions, Biggles.” Baxter’s eyebrows shot up. “Biggles?” “Yeah. He totally looks like Biggles, don’t you think?” “Book or TV?” Baxter asked. Liam laughed. “Book. Definitely.” “Who’s Biggles?” Riley asked. Declan let out a loud, theatrical sigh. “He’s an English pilot who was the hero of a series of books set during wartime in the twentieth century. Liam used to love them when he was a kid. Dad had all the books, and I think Liam wore the spines off every one of them.” “Say zounds,” Baxter said, turning to Riley. “Zounds? What the… I’m not saying zounds, Baxter!” Riley buried his face in his hands as soon as the words left his mouth. “Yep, he is totally a Biggles,” Baxter said. “Lovely,” Riley said. “Thank you, Liam.” “Hey, you’re welcome,” Liam said. “Can we get back to the job?” Declan demanded. “C’mon, Necromancer, do your thing.” Liam huffed. “Have you got the gear?” “This conversation has suddenly taken a disturbing turn toward sounding like a drug deal,” Baxter said. Liam burst out laughing again. Declan rolled his eyes. “Did we really have to bring him along?” “Yeah. He’s fun.” [...] “Good.” Baxter was looking at Liam with an unreadable expression on his face. Liam frowned a little. “What’s wrong?” “Hm? Oh, nothing.” Baxter walked around the room, looking everywhere but at Liam. “Bax.” Liam stepped in front of him, stopping Baxter’s prowl midstep. “What is it?” Baxter looked at him and for a moment, Liam was lost in blue-green eyes. He saw the minute flecks of brown among the blue-green and the ring of brown around the pupil. He licked his lips and took a small step closer. “Baxter,” Liam repeated his name, “talk to me, man.” “And say what?” Baxter asked. Liam took another step closer, now so close he could feel the heat of Baxter’s body, feel the brush of Baxter’s arms against his own. Baxter licked his lips, and Liam watched the tip of Baxter’s tongue dart out of his mouth with rapt fascination. “Say whatever you want,” Liam said. “That’s usually a bad plan, dude,” Baxter said. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Liam moved closer still, and he could feel Baxter against him, a hair’s breadth separating them.
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