Happy weekend !

I'm sooo glad it's starting to finally feel like spring here in Florida. How's the weather where you are?

If you enjoyed Blackmail, I've shared some deleted scenes in a free post on Patreon that will give you a really fun peek into the book's background.

The prologue and first 11 chapters of Dubious are up as well. You can also preorder the book for its official May 5 release, here.

The decision about the ebook cover for Dubious was a tough one. With three heroes instead of two, there were even more decisions. Usually, since the series is called Belle Argo Escorts, I put whichever character is the escort on the cover. Since Dubious is MMM, this time I had two. Huge thanks to my cover artist, Elizabeth Babski, who always patiently endures my wordy emails, and in the end we decided on Adam, and she came up with this beauty:

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Dubious Excerpt: Troy's POV

Wes is coming out of the front door of our building, still wearing the same tired-ass business casual he had on when he walked out of the hotel earlier. Poor guy’s got dark circles under his eyes, and he carries himself with an unusual stiffness.

Adam hustles out of the car. I follow.

“Kitten, you look lost,” I call out to him.

Given the adorable way his ears turn red every time I call him Kitten? It’s what I’m calling him forever and ever.

When he sees us, he practically flattens himself against the cement wall by the entrance. “Jesus Christ, are you guys following me now?”

If he didn’t look ready to pass out, I might actually laugh. We’re the ones who live here. I’m too caught up by how his clothing is rumpled and his dark hair is a little shaggy, like he hasn’t had time to give it a good brush, let alone get it trimmed into something befitting a manager in a pricey hotel.

Digging the overgrown stubble, though. Makes me want to rub up against him.

“We live here,” Adam says. Then he points to the Mustang, which is parked in a space marked Resident.

“How is that supposed to tell me anything? In my limited experience with the two of you, you’re not exactly concerned with following the rules.” That angry scowl of his is just precious. Kitten’s trying to act all big and bad.

“Is this about us jerking you off at the gym?” I ask. “Or when Adam blew you in that closet? No rules against any of that.”

“There are all sorts of rules against all of that.” Poor man looks exasperated. Guess we haven’t helped him relax enough yet. “By the way, the gym specifically has posters up in the locker room telling people not to masturbate.”

“That’s only in the showers though. Because of the plumbing,” Adam points out.

“Right. The jizz gums up the pipes.” I nod along with my best friend.

“That is not the only—” Wes shakes his head. “You know what? Never mind. I’m not going to stand here and do this with you. And now I’m definitely not taking the apartment. No offense, but I cannot live in the same building as the two of you.”

“Wait.” I catch his arm as he tries to pass me. “The building’s full.”

Wes frowns. “I just looked at a place on the third floor. I filled out an application.”

That fucking scum-sucking, cock-smoking landlord. “Was the place furnished?”

A crease divides Wes’s forehead. “Yeah. Gina kept the house and the furniture, so it was ideal.”

“Did you pay an application fee?” Adam adds.

Wes’s frown deepens. “For the credit and background check.”

I cut my gaze to Adam, who’s already starting for the door. “Go take care of it.”

“Way ahead of you,” he announces, taking the steps two at a time.

“What is happening right now?” Wes looks down at where my fingers are gripping the crook of his arm, as if he’s seeing me touch him for the first time. That’s all he does, though. Stares.

Every time one of us touches him, I think that’ll be the time he tells us to take our hands off. Surely at some point he’ll storm away and freeze us out. Instead, he’s like this feral cat my mom fed in the backyard when I was a kid. He’d snarl at anyone, but all I had to do was scratch him under the chin, and he’d purr.

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Here's the question I've been pondering lately: Why do I download weird shit in the middle of the night and why is it always pictures of Connor Storrie? Sometimes my insomnia is more of a fugue state I guess, some sort of weird thing where I'm aware that I'm awake but hardly aware of what I'm up to, and then days later I'll find stuff on my camera roll that I don't remember putting there. I open up the app, and there he is, just staring at me. I give you, exhibit B:

Happy googling, y'all.

XO,

Beth

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