It has been a long time, but we finally have a new tale from Templeton and Mikel! An Erie Operetta will release on 2/18 but we can enjoy the great cover art now as well as preorder your copy. We also have an exclusive excerpt from the second book in my Lake Erie M/M shifter series. You'll find the excerpt below the cover.
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So, now that we have that out of the way, let`s get to that cover and excerpt!
Blurb: Leave it to Templeton Reed to make a stink at the opera. Can everyone`s favorite skunk shifter figure out who, or what, is behind a series of gruesome deaths at the opera before the final curtain is dropped on him?
Excerpt:"Our carriage will be waiting," Mikel said. I nodded in understanding. The cold was bracing after the humidity of so many tightly packed bodies in the ship`s lounge. I inhaled to clear the overlap of perfume and cologne from my nose. We wasted no time in finding the Lupei carriage. It was a huge black and red carriage attached to four ebony steeds pawing at the cobblestone street.
"You higher breeds and your need to cling to the past," I said with a shake of my head as I climbed inside.
"It's not all of us," Mikel replied, sitting down beside me on a velvet-covered seat. "I would be just as happy to use a limo, but protocol must be adhered to. One does not arrive at the Osterman Opera House in anything less than a four-horse. It is simply not done." He mimed one of the old puma matriarchs we had chatted with during the boat ride. The way he wrinkled his patrician nose was quite adorable. I wanted to kiss him passionately, for his humor always appealed, but didn't. Dave and Eddie had seen us exchange goodbye pecks, but nothing more than that. I patted his thick thigh instead as I chuckled at the impersonation. The Halfling driver cracked a sharp-sounding whip. The carriage jerked as the horses took off into the night.
"Where exactly is the Osterman located?" I asked as we bounced along a road much older than I was. I knew that the opera house had been named after Oliver Osterman, one of the first of our kind to settle along the shores of Erie. Aside from that, I knew little, as it was intended. If we lessers knew nothing of the excesses of the aristocracy then we would not grow envious. Or so the elders had thought. Fools, the whole lot of them.
"If I told you I would have to kill you," the alpha replied. I turned my head to look deeply into his eyes. I quickly saw the humor.
"Funny," I said with a practiced eye roll. I removed my speckled glasses to dry them with my handkerchief.
"I try. Actually, I'm not sure of its exact whereabouts. I do know we're travelling north, but aside from that I couldn't say. Personally, I never cared to find out when I was younger. My father and mother were avid operagoer's who dragged my sister and me along to ensure we had culture to counteract our bloody natures. Thankfully, as I matured, I grew to love the classics."
Mikel grew wistful as he always did discussing his family. I knew enough to let him work out the taking of his sister's life in his own way. I did lean my head on his shoulder as I wiped my spectacles. He placed a kiss to my hair then fell into silence.
"So," I said to Dave and Eddie as I inspected my lenses, "you two are rather quiet. Did one of the cats get your tongues?" I snorted at my own wittiness.
"We don't fit in," Dave mumbled. I squinted at the two men across from us through highly smudged glasses. They looked miserable.
"Of course you do. You look quite dashing," I said as I rubbed a lens with more vigor. "Also, you're part of the Lake Erie pack. That gives you both standing far above what I have. Why, any wolven mama would be proud to mate her bitch pup to either one of you."
They were saved from having to reply by the slowing of the carriage. Cursing my need to wear glasses, I shoved the smeared spectacles back onto my face. The driver opened the door. Mikel waved off the man in fine red and black livery. I stepped down cautiously, not wanting to fall flat on my face in front of the famous Osterman...
"By the elders," I gasped when I lay eyes on the opera house.
If you liked this book you might like: Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology), Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 2:It Came From Birmingham, Love of the Hunter, Goaltender`s Penalty, All I Want for Christmas, Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology), Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 3:He`s A Lumberjack And He`s Undead, An Erie Halloween, Night of the Jackal.
Coming soon . . . Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.