I’ve been having a serious problem balancing my need to read the entire Outlander series immediately—if not before—and my real-life obligations. I realize I’m a little late to this party considering the first book was published in 1991, but I’m here now and I’m a fan! I’ve been double dipping by voraciously reading while getting caught up on the TV episodes. (My husband doesn’t understand how I can read ahead in the books when I know I’ll soon be seeing it on TV, but he also doesn’t understand why I claim every woman with a pulse is screaming “Are you crazy?” when Claire approaches the stone in episode 11. Tell me below in the comments how right I am.)
Can I just say the success of this series supports my love of the good guy, especially the complex, tortured good guy? (Please refer back to my obsession last year with North and South. Richard Armitage. O.M.G. I even have fan fiction on Wattpad for that one.) I know that bad boys are somewhat the rage right now with their tats and their pasts completely devoid of love and understanding. But I like me a sexy nice guy.
I’m releasing one to you almost as we speak. In one week, Rhyolite Drifts: Yellowblown™ Book Two will be released with the continuing story of Violet and her slice of heaven, Boone, all on preorder for 99 cents. So grab yourself a handful of Hotness.
Sitting in the truck on the prairie, the night sky blocked by ash, was like sitting in a closed refrigerator, minus the threat of suffocation. Boone reclined in the passenger seat, gingerly exploring the cut and bruise over his eye. At least the lid wasn’t swollen shut anymore. Sneaking over the train trestle bridge with fifty-percent vision hadn’t been the wisest journey he’d ever made. Violet wouldn’t call him Dudley Do Right when she heard about that.
Distance was supposed to break the bond. That’s what had happened with his high school girlfriend, and with Twyla. He’d gone on to the next phase of his life and they’d receded. He wasn’t so cold that he hadn’t worried about their hurt feelings, but he hadn’t been broken. He hadn’t shuddered with guilt in the daylight and woken at night filled with longing.
He’d been alone—solidly alone, without even a friendly conversation at a gas station—for a little more than two weeks and learned he wasn’t very good at it. Especially now, when time and distance weren’t working in his favor.
Leaving Violet hadn’t been a real choice. He’d had to go. He had to find his parents.
A girl he’d only been with a couple of months couldn’t tag along, even if she asked fervently enough to squeeze his heart. This wasn’t a trip to the county fair, after all.
But the damned bond wasn’t breaking the way it should. It wasn’t even weakening.
If you need to start at the beginning, Eruption is also on sale. You can find the purchase links here.
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