Sunday, February 5, 2017

Cover Reveal: Jumping In by Cardeno C.

Please welcome Cardeno C. with the brand-new cover for 

Jumping In 


When love's on the line, the brave jump in with both feet…
Small town cop Clint Rivera can’t catch a break. His ex of two weeks is suddenly getting married, his dogs tore up his furniture, he’s getting evicted, and he’s out of beer. When he decides to solve his alcohol shortage by going to his ex’s engagement party, Clint winds up too drunk to drive himself home.
Enter gorgeous deputy mayor Hawk Black, the man who constantly shows up unexpectedly and sends Clint’s body and mind into a tailspin with nothing but his whiskey voice and blue eyes. After months of patience, Hawk can finally seduce the man he’s been craving.
Clint’s day might not have started out well, but Hawk’s going to make sure it ends with a bang, preferably in bed. He’ll show Clint some rewards are worth the risk. With love on the line, Clint will need to decide if he can open his heart, tear down his shields, and jump in with both feet.

Word count: 18,500
This is a 2nd edition without substantive changes from the 1st edition.

And here's the gorgeous new cover:


“Are you sure about this, sir?”
Was Clint sure he wanted to get the hell out of Dodge? “Yes.”
The valet fidgeted in front of the truck door. “You haven’t been in there very long and you seem a little, uh—”
Though Clint tried to stand patiently and wait until the valet moved, he found himself suddenly tipping sideways. But only his top half. He managed to catch himself by grabbing onto the side of the truck, which left him pressed against the valet.
“Sorry about that,” Clint slurred.
The valet whimpered.
“Did I hurt you?” Clint pushed himself back to a standing position. He gripped the side of the truck bed to help him stay stabilized.
“No,” the valet croaked. “I’m fine.”
“Great.” Clint looked at him meaningfully. When he didn’t move, Clint added, “So, I need to go.”
Still nothing from the valet.
“And you’re blocking the door.”
“You’re really muscular.”
Clint stared.
“I mean hot,” the valet said in a panic, his neck turning red. “Drunk!” he shouted. “I mean you’re drunk.”
“I’m fine,” Clint assured him as he patted his shoulder. He was aiming for the shoulder, anyway. He made actual contact with his chest.
The red moved up the valet’s face all the way to the tips of his ears and he started hyperventilating.
“You look like you’re going to be sick,” Clint pointed out.
“I… I… I…” The guy stopped, took in a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then blew it out. “Please, sir. You’re not in any condition to drive and I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
Though his natural inclination was to get angry about anyone telling him what to do, Clint took a mental count of how much he’d had to drink in a short period of time and realized the guy was probably right.
“I need to get out of here,” he said, more to himself than the valet. “And it’s not like there are any taxi companies in Hawthorne.”
“Oh.” The valet gulped and looked up at Clint from underneath his lashes. “Things have slowed down with all the party arrivals. Maybe I can take you home and, uh, stay for a little bit.” He coughed. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”
Clint must have been drunker than he realized, because the offer wasn’t adding up.
“I’ll take him home.” Whiskey and gravel.
“Mister Deputy Mayor,” Clint said as he turned to the side and found himself face to face with Hawk Black. “It’s good to see you.” He would have offered to shake the man’s hand, or suck his dick, but if he let go of the truck, chances were high he’d fall.
“Call me Hawk,” the deputy mayor said to Clint and then he turned toward the valet and said, “I’ll take his keys.”
“Yes, sir.” With a disappointed sigh, the guy handed them over, looked at Clint sadly, and then shuffled away.
“I think he might be drunk or something,” Clint whispered. At least he hoped it was a whisper. His ears were ringing so it was hard to be certain.
“Somebody sure is.” Hawk smiled at Clint fondly as he circled his arm around Clint’s waist. “Let’s get you in the car.”
“I can walk.”
Hawk looked him over appraisingly. “Doubtful.” He started walking, taking Clint with him. “Besides, this gives me a chance to feel all those muscles that kid was talking about.”
“What kid?” Clint asked in confusion.
“The valet.” Hawk shook his head. “Damn, you’re toasted if you didn’t notice him drooling over you.”
“Never mind.” Hawk opened the passenger door, moved his palm up Clint’s back to his nape, and massaged him gently. “I’ve waited long enough. He’s out of luck.”
Dipping his face forward until his breath blew across Clint’s cheek, Hawk rasped, “Get in.”
A full-body tremor made its way through Clint and he lost the power of speech. Not that he’d been speaking so much as grunting.
“Come on, baby.” Hawk nudged him into the car. “Time to go.”
Had Hawk just called him “baby”?
“Buckle up,” Hawk said with a smirk.

About the author:

Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever-after sunset. Heartwarming Stories. Strong Relationships. Forever Love.

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