Sloe Ride and Shot Glass Sin by Rhys Ford Tour & GIVEAWAY!

It's time for Rafe and Quinn!!!!

Who's been waiting, not so patiently, for their story??

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Rhys Ford has been gracious enough to stop by the clubhouse to tease us with some words from Book 4 of the Sinners Series and a super awesome GIVEAWAY!

Ready for a shot of SIN and a word from the author herself?

Read on for the promised tease and a chance to win a spot in Sinners Gin history!

Sloe Ride.

Actually it’s been more of a long ride. Three years, three books, one novella and a lot of short stories and we’ve come to the point where Quinn gets his story. And we get to really meet Rafe. This is definitely a shift in the band’s story, a lot more Morgan and well, there’s Quinn, the family’s off-black sheep. It was a challenge and a joy to write Quinn and Rafe. And I hope you enjoy it.

We’ve got two more outings in the Sinners series after Sloe Ride but this book kind of pulls a lot of things together. Enough so we can go forward to a few other things. And I hope you enjoy the ride.
This blog tour captures a few scenes along the band’s journey from Damien and Miki to the start of Sloe Ride. It’s called Shot Glass Sin and I’m hoping you enjoy this too. Visit each blog stop to get the next part of the story and when it’s all done, I’ll post the entire thing in a PDF.

Oh! And a GIVEAWAY! But not just any giveaway, because it’s time for a new tour shirt.
Because the guys are going on tour… in Absinthe of Malice, a Sinners novella set to be released in 2016. And they’re going to need clubs or bars to go to.

ONE WINNER at each blog stop will name one of the places the band plays at on their tour. Nothing profane or lewd (These ARE going on the back of a t-shirt) but pretty much anything goes.

Leave a comment below to enter!

Shot Glass Sin

9 —Tequila Mockingbird

“What the fuck was wrong with that last one?” Damien paced the length of Studio 3, snarling at his best friend through the glass partition separating the sound room from the practice space. Miki glared back, hackles up and snarling in return, soundlessly communicating how far Damien could shove his head up his ass to fuck himself with his own tongue.

Or at least that’s what Miki hoped it looked like.

It certainly was what he felt like saying.

Forest, as usual, sat behind his kit, twirling a stick around his fingers, waiting for the storm to pass so he could continue on with his life, untouched by the craziness of Miki’s relationship with Damien.

Nothing seemed to rattle their drummer. Not even Damien at his most infuriating peaks.

“He was an asshole. You could smell the asshole coming off of him,” Forest interjected into the argument as Miki stalked into the room. “Like he was saying everything you wanted to hear. Packaging himself to fit.”

“Faker than a third tit,” Miki added. He plopped into a wing chair someone’d dragged in, holding his breath when it puffed out a cloud of lavender scent into the air. He missed Dude. He wanted Kane.

And most of all, he was really fucking hungry.

His stomach seemed to agree because it growled nearly as nastily as Damie did when he wasn’t getting his way. Much like now.

“Sinjun, we’ve got to find someone,” Damie dragged a short stool over, sitting down between Miki and Forest’s drum kit. “Ackerman, you’re not helping here.”

“Do you really want someone even Forest doesn’t like?” The question hit where Miki’d intended because he saw Damie wince and heard Forest give out a little hey now in response. “Dude, no offense but you’re kind of like a chip off the Frank there. Apple. Tree. Falling. No rolling.”

“True, you’re a lot like Frank.” Damien nodded.

“He wasn’t my real father,” Forest pointed out, riffing a skin with the tip of a stick. “Hell, I didn’t even move in until I was in my teens.”

“Nurture not nature,” Damien chuckled. “So very Frank.”

“Really? Is that why Miki’s the way he is? Because you nurtured him?” Forest shot back.

It was a good hit. Miki had to give him that.

Until Damien replied, “One does not nurture Miki. That’s kind of like waltzing with a honey badger. I just tossed him food until it was safe enough to approach and shoved a microphone into his hand.”

“Nice. Going to be hard to kiss Sionn after I punch your teeth out.” He was teasing. Damie knew he was teasing but Forest grew silent and still. Tossing a guitar pick at their drummer, Miki said, “Joke, Forest. Joke.”

“I have to pack it up soon. The thing’s tonight.” Forest stared at his friends’ blank looks. “The Amp opening? The thing?”

“Shit, that’s right. Sionn wants us to meet up with Rafe Andrade.” Damien stood up quickly and caught the stool before it tumbled over. “They’re good friends but… I don’t know. Kind of feels like a set up.”

“Who?” Miki couldn’t place the name but it sounded familiar.

“Guy from Jack Collins’ band…what the fuck was their name?” D tapped his temple. “Shittiest thing about the whole head thing. It’s like a goddamn hole shit slips out of. I don’t remember the name but the guy crashed and burned after our accident. Fucked the band up and got kicked out for it.”

“Rafe was crashing before your accident.” Forest hauled over one of the baby amps they’d pulled out. “He used to come down here sometimes to play. He’s really good.”

“Maybe we should look at him,” Miki suggested. “Can’t be any worse than anyone else we’ve heard play.”

“Oh fuck no, Sinjun,” Damien grumbled back, a sour look on his expressive face. “Last thing we need is a fuck-up like Andrade. Haven’t we gone through enough? We’ll find someone. We just have to keep looking.”

§

Sloe Ride

It isn’t easy being a Morgan. Especially when dead bodies start piling up and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it.

Quinn Morgan never quite fit into the family mold. He dreamed of a life with books instead of badges and knowledge instead of law—and a life with Rafe Andrade, his older brothers’ bad boy friend and the man who broke his very young heart.

Rafe Andrade returned home to lick his wounds following his ejection from the band he helped form. A recovering drug addict, Rafe spends his time wallowing in guilt, until he finds himself faced with his original addiction, Quinn Morgan—the reason he fled the city in the first place.

When Rafe hears the Sinners are looking for a bassist, it’s a chance to redeem himself, but as a crazed murderer draws closer to Quinn, Rafe’s willing to sacrifice everything—including himself—to keep his quixotic Morgan safe and sound.

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Shot Glass Sin Blog Tour Dates

Aug 31 The Blogger Girls (http://thebloggergirls.com/)
Sept 1 It’s About the Book (http://itsaboutthebook.com/)
Sept 2 Love Bytes (http://lovebytesreviews.com/)
Sept 3 Prism Alliance (http://www.prismbookalliance.com/)
Sept 4 The Novel Approach (http://thenovelapproachreviews.com/)
Sept 5 Fiction Vixen (http://fictionvixen.com/)
Sept 6 Sinfully Sexy (http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.com/)
Sept 7 Joyfully Jay (http://joyfullyjay.com/)
Sept 8 Boy Meets Boy (www.boymeetsboyreviews.com)

Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.

Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur, and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a red Hamilton Beach coffee maker.

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If you’ve actually read this, yay! I need coffee. We should have coffee.

My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press. http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com