Sexy Saturday Oh My Mpreg Bloghop #ohmympreg Sept 8

The Alpha’s Bond is now live at Amazon. It’s the third and final book in the Idriador Chronicles. Find out what happens to Seb, Max, baby Isla and Trixie.

The last scene is all Trixie.

That means no more pig pics, and I can get rid of that folder on my desktop. I’m so tired of looking at pigs!

The Historical Cover

If you subscribe to my newsletter, you’ll have heard me banging on about a pre-made cover I bought months ago.

It’s this one (this is a screenshot from the designer’s website and the title and author are placeholders).

I had no idea what I was going to do with it, but I’ve been thinking. What about an alpha highwayman?

Imagine a dark and lonely country road late at night.

A carriage trundling along the narrow road as it returns its wealthy occupant home after he’s dined with friends.

A man in a flowing cape riding a black stallion gives chase.

The highwayman has to be dashing, right? And very sweaty after chasing the carriage.

Stand and deliver!

I have to start my new trilogy first, and then I’ll write this and put it wide.

Title? The Alpha Highwayman? That’s a yawn. Perhaps include the word ‘brigand’ instead? I love the way that word rolls off the tongue, but I’m not convinced it’d work in the title. I’ll give it some thought.

Part of a trilogy? Not sure.

Stand alone book? Maybe.

So many questions, so little time.

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Here’s an audio file of me reading a scene from the previous book, The Alpha’s Word. This is just after Isla’s birth and Trixie is throwing a tantrum.

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And finally, here’s a snippet from the new book, The Alpha’s Bond. [Note: I’ve removed a couple of sentences containing F-bombs. My characters are very sweary–and so am I–but I usually omit the swearing from my website.]

Oh, Seb. What have you done?
“You had one job!” Dray leaned toward Seb, his nostrils flaring and the tips of his ears a brilliant red, bellowing at screech level 10. “You were supposed to tell Adam that Max was in Roselake. One little sentence. How hard is that?”
“You weren’t here, and it’s not your family being threatened.”
“My life’s been on the line since I started this work.”
“And who do you work for exactly?”
“Your government.”
Max cringed as Seb tuned out Dray’s tongue-lashing. What a balls-up!
“And not only that, you actually gave him money to leave the country.” Dray’s clawed hands made a choking motion at the older alpha. “I could have turned this around. But you had to make sure he left! Did you drive him to the airport? Hold his hand until he got on the plane? Kiss him goodbye?”
“Shut it. I got rid of one big threat. That’s a win. You kept that sad sack of blubber around, milking him for information and feeding him false leads.”
Max’s stomach recoiled at the idea of anyone milking Adam for anything. That’s an image I can do without.
“But that fool stood between your loved ones and Mr. Sharpe.”
“It’s one down and one to go. Now we have to decide what to do if Max’s father arrives.”
Not if, but when, Seb.
“Shut up. I’m thinking. And there’s no we. You…” he poked Seb in the chest, “stay…” and prodded the older alpha a second time as the omega observed his mate’s hands balled into fists. “…away. I have to fathom a way out of this mess.”
The younger alpha paced the floor and tugged his hair while Seb shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to catch Max’s eye.

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