Monday, April 20, 2015

Monday Book Spotlight - Hurri Cosmo`s Ladders & eBook Giveaway!

I'm so excited to have new friend and fellow M/M writer, Hurri Cosmo, visiting today to chat about her book, Ladders. Hurri will give one copy of Ladders to one random commentor, so make sure to say "Hi Hurri!" and leave your contact information in the comment section.


Blurb: Rhys has spent his entire life in underground Winderport. He knew there was a whole other world above his "sky" but he wasn't interested—until the day he chased a killer to that mystical upper world and saw Kullian, all six foot something of perfection. So what if the man was a notorious and powerful Fey Baron? Rhys wasn't a typical law abiding citizen himself. The very fact the man was dangerous made him that much more attractive and had Rhys wanting things he'd never even considered before.

However, an injury causes Rhys to lose his memory and his only clues to his identity are his gun and a camera with pictures of Kullian's silver eyes looking right into the lens. But Rhys does have a couple memories—a very strong desire for the dangerous Kullian and he was after a murderer, a killer that just might be Kullian himself…

Excerpt one:

“You know who this is?” Rhys asked.
She glanced at him then back to the picture, leaning in a little closer. “I do. His name is Kullian.”
She looked back to the bundle. “And the fact that you obviously know him too explains another one of the items I found on you.”
She reached across the table, grabbed an edge of the shirt, and pulled it toward them. As it came closer, Rhys looked at the dark, metal object nestled in the center. It was a weapon. His weapon. His Cyro-silgil, to be exact. He put the camera down on the table and picked up his gun. Like the camera, he caressed the cool metal, realizing immediately the liquid hermitil injector had been removed. He looked back to the bundle and although he saw the gun’s holster he did not see the injector. He glanced up at Aylon, one eyebrow cocked.
She bristled, her plump face frowning, “Look, I don’t like guns, okay?” She then said something under her breath as she went back into the bedroom, this time emerging with a knife and some sort of skin sheath cradled in her hands. She handed it over to Rhys. “This is yours, too.”
Shit! Who carries all this weaponry? He put the gun down, picked up the knife out of her hands, and held it, bounced it. It was very light but solid, the blade short but sharp. He would not be able to do much damage if damage indeed needed to be done nonetheless it would still be formidable and command respect. He placed it on his clothes and took the leather sheath out of Aylon’s hands. Looking it over, it seemed to be an ankle strap. He let the strap join the knife on top of the bundle. It was then he noticed the pieces of something else sitting on top. He picked up the largest of them and held it up to Aylon.
Aylon harrumphed. “I think that may have been your cell or communicator, whatever it is you people use. Too bad. There is no fixing it. It was in your pocket. It must have broken when…well, probably the reason you have such a bruise on that side.”
Rhys nodded, touching his side again while he put the broken piece down and thinking about what she said. You people? Then he turned back to the camera and repeated, in almost a whisper, the name Aylon had given the man in the picture. Kullian. Yes, that name was familiar. He picked up the camera again and clicked to the next picture. It was of Kullian getting into a vehicle, another man closing his door for him. Kullian was looking out of the window, presumably at the camera again. More shivers made him nearly shake. What was this feeling?
“I’m not sure of anything, but I think I was after this man.”
Aylon raised an eyebrow. “Eh?”
“I think…I think he may have…killed someone I know. I think I may be after him to take revenge.”
“Really? That’s too bad.”
“I was beginning to like you. It would be sad to get to know you, nursing you back to health and all, and then have to bury you right away. And you being so young, too.”
“Bury me?”
“As in you’d be dead?”
“What are you talking about? I’m going to kill him!”
“No. You won’t. He’s a demon who would see you coming from a mile away. He’s guarded too, as if he needs it. He can take very good care of himself. But you see the mountain he’s with.” She pointed to the other large man in the picture. “That’s his bodyguard. He never goes anywhere without him. You would never even get past him.”
“You saw the pictures. I was close.”
“Yes…you were.” She took the camera out of his hands, looking closer at the picture. “How close?”
“Well, with the lens that’s on it and judging from the picture, about forty feet, maybe less.” Funny, he thought. He could remember something like that but not even a glimmer of where he lived.
She huffed. “Then if that was your intent, why didn’t you kill him here? It’s clear you let him drive away.”
“I…I don’t know…” It was a good point. Still, the emotions he was feeling connected to this man were too huge to ignore. He would have to find this man again. Maybe if he saw him, his memories would come back. “Do you know where I can find him?”
Aylon threw back her head and laughed as she handed the camera back. “Oh sure! He hangs out with the likes of me all the time! Of course not!” She laughed some more. “But I can tell you he owns several high class clubs. His most popular is called Angelo’s.”
“Angelo’s? Where’s that?”
“On the other side of the city.”
“Good. I’ll go there then. Hang out a little, ask a few questions…”
Aylon laughed yet again. “Do you think you just walk right in? Even if you had the clothes to wear—and you don’t—you still have to know someone to get in. Plus, across the city is not just down the street! How are you going to get there? You certainly can’t take the monorail.”
“Monorail? What the hell is a monorail?” Another foreboding fell over him.
“Oh yeah. Did I forget to tell you? I could tell by the ID card, not to mention the color of your skin, you’re from down below. Hate to break it to you, hun, but people from down under are not well liked up here; in fact, people up here are terrified of you people—would shoot you as soon as look at you. So traveling around up here might be a little difficult for you since you are going to stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Down below? What the hell are you talking about?” Then again, even as he voiced the question, Rhys knew she was right. He’d known it the moment he woke up and saw the sunlight streaming in through that window in the bedroom. He’d known somewhere deep inside he was about as far away from his home as he could be. He had no idea what or where that home was; however, the sunlight struck fear so deep, so ingrained, he knew more was at work here than a few lost memories.

Excerpt Two

He hazarded opening the door. Fresh, cool air rushed in from another huge room. Rhys remembered being carried through this one. He felt a twinge in his cock and an even harder twinge in his ass as his memories—Ahhh yes, I have memories now—brought him back to what he had done hours ago…or was it minutes? It didn’t matter. It had been incredible but he had to go and find Aylon and hope to hell she didn’t kill him. Where was the stupid HangeVide suit she had made him wear? Oh crap! It never made it into this place! He saw Kullian’s pants lying in the middle of the floor, remembering the almost desperate battle to get them off. Once again, he felt a hard twitch. He needed to block those things from his mind or he would get absolutely nowhere!
Well, except horny again…
He picked up Kullian’s pants and slipped them on. They were big. He clutched them together at the top to prevent them from falling down and let them bunch up at his ankles so he wouldn’t trip. They would have to do until he found his own clothes. He walked quickly to the door. Holding up the pants with one hand, he turned the knob with his other and opened it, cautiously.
The mountain known as Korras, the one who had dragged Rhys into Kullian’s office in the first place, stood in the hallway. He turned a questioning eye in his direction but stood still, his hands clasped in front of him. “Hi…” Rhys said almost above a whisper. Would the guy stop him from leaving? What would Rhys do if he did? He stepped out into the hall, continuing to hold his pants up. He spotted his shirt lying just outside the door. He took the couple of steps to it and reached down to pick it up. The guard said nothing, just continued to watch him.
“Just…I think my pants…I’m just going to take a look in that…that lift over there.” He shuffled past the guard, trying to face him the whole time he was near him, so he could gauge any movement he decided on. The look on the guard’s face betrayed nothing, no emotion at all. Finally figuring out the guard wasn’t going to stop him, he dashed to the lift and pushed the button alongside it.
He knew how they worked, even if he’d never been on one before last night. The doors slid silently open and there, in the middle of the floor, were his pants and shoes. He cursed under his breath thinking about the fact the coat came off first and he’d still been in the limo at the time. He obviously wasn’t going to be able to retrieve that any time soon. He hazarded a look back at the man who still stood motionless at Kullian’s door and continued to watch him. Rhys saw an eyebrow go up. Was he amused with the fact Rhys would not be able to find all of his clothes? He had to know what had gone on behind the door he guarded so closely. If he expected Rhys to ask for assistance, he would be dead wrong. He was in enough trouble with Aylon anyway. The loss of the coat couldn’t make her any more upset. He backed into the elevator, keeping his own gaze on Korras, and bent his knees to pick up his pants. He looked at the panel on the side and pressed the number one. Hopefully that floor was ground level. He gave a half salute and smirk to Korras just as the doors closed.
Once the doors were completely shut, he quickly rid himself of the too big pants and dressed in his own clothes. He folded Kullian’s pants neatly and laid them on the shiny floor just as the doors came open again on a bright lobby. Another guard-type man stood sentinel at this level, too. He eyed Rhys but said nothing as Rhys walked by him. There was a large, ornate front desk off to his left. He headed for that and the geeky-looking guy behind it. He was going to have to ask him where Angelos was. He hoped it wasn’t far because he would probably have to walk.
“Excuse me, sir. Could you tell me how I could get to Club Angelos?”
The mousy little man took the time to look Rhys up and down before he raised his hand rather dramatically and snapped his fingers. Another large man appeared. Shit! I have got to start drinking the water up here! “Jac, please take…” He raised an eyebrow as he slowly turned back to Rhys in obvious need of a name.
“Um…Rhys. My name is Rhys.” Cursing himself one more time for giving the guy his real name, he waited as that condescending head turned away from him.
“Please take Mr. Rhys to Angelos.” He turned back, slowly again, as if he were some kind of machine and not a real human. “Please follow Jac, Mr. Rhys.” He gave him another very disapproving once over. “Is that all you have with you?”
Rhys looked back down at himself as if he had to make sure as well. Irritated he was letting this guy get to him, he snapped his head back up. Without answering, he followed Jac. Rhys didn’t like the idea he was being taken there. He didn’t have much money on him and he had no idea how much it would cost. He absent-mindedly touched the pocket of his pants, noting his billfold was indeed there. Not that anyone in this place would have wanted to take his money. But he did like the idea he would get in front of Aylon faster, face her wrath sooner. He sighed as he lagged behind Jac.

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 Author Bio:

I live in Minnesota where I am holding tight to the idea that here, where it's cold a good part of the year, I won't age as fast. Yep, I avoid the truth as much as I avoid mirrors. But one of the reasons I love writing is reality doesn't always offer up a 'happily ever after' and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, I don't mind 'real life' and I do try to at least keep it in mind when I write my stories but I truly love creating a wonderful couple, knowing they are going to fall in love and have their HEA. Every time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason I love reading this genre too. Give me a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and my computer, whether I am reading or writing, and I can entertain myself for hours. The fact I actually get paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.


Lee Todd said...

Hi Hurri!

this sounds like a really interesting read


ShirleyAnn said...

I enjoyed the excerpt the book sounds very intriguing and I'm adding it to my wish list.


ShirleyAnn said...

The book sounds really intriguing and I'm adding it to my wish list.


hurri said...

Thank you, Lee Todd!

Jen CW said...

Thanks for the great excerpts. I love finding new authors. I'm adding this one to my TBR.