I know I'm supposed to prattle on about something and build up to the thing I really want to say, but ain't nobody got time for that. So...
I'm ridiculously excited to announce that I'll be joining the 3013 Series this year!
I'm honored to have been invited, and I hope I can do the series justice. With 16 full-length books and more than half a dozen novellas already written, debuting the first M/M book of the series is a little intimidating.
I can't really say much more that this point, but check back for updates. Hopefully, I'll have a title, cover, and release date to share with you very soon!
The world had changed in the year 3013.
Earth rebuilt their civilization after the Alien Wars ravaged the planet and an unknown virus nearly wiped out the entire population, but nothing could ever bring back what once was. A new age of mankind was born, but some of the edicts set forth for humans to survive have become obsolete in the ever-changing universe.
What fate has in store is uncertain, though one constant is clear. In a cosmos filled with endless possibilities, love is the ultimate prize. Warriors from every species search the stars for love, and they will risk all to fight for those who hold their hearts. But danger is always present when worlds collide. As new challenges arise, all the known races must adapt and learn from their allies. However, not all desire peace, or to live in harmony.
And as a new year dawns, the battle for the future has only begun…
I had really hoped to get Fallout released before the end of Summer, but it looks like I'm going to miss that deadline by a couple of weeks. The book went a little longer than I had anticipated, and there have been a few setbacks since school started, but it will be off to my editor very soon!
I should have a firm release date (in early October) for everyone by the end of next week!
In other news, I'm feeling SO MUCH better these days, and I have several more books planned for the end of this year. Look for more details about those in coming posts! Again, I'm so sorry for the wait, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone's understanding and patience while I was sick.
While you're waiting, here's a little sneak peek (unedited) of Fallout!
Fallout (Friction: Book 2)
Copyright 2019 by Arden Steele
Twisting around on the sofa, Luke tucked his socked feet under him and grinned like a Cheshire cat. “I want that one.”
Cameron snorted as Luke salivated over the security guy who had just entered the den. Not that he blamed him. Dressed in a black suit that molded to every muscled inch of him, the bodyguard was strikingly handsome.
His dark hair was cut conservatively in a high fade that emphasized his square jaw and high cheekbones. Cameron couldn’t tell what color eyes he had, but there was an unmistakable intensity to them he could practically feel from across the room.
Craning his neck, Nico turned to follow Luke’s gaze. “Dude,” he said with a snort of laughter. “It’s not a takeout menu.”
Still sandwiched between them, Cameron sank back into the cushions with a stifled yawn. “And he’s straight.”
Of course, he had no way of knowing that. He just liked fucking with Luke.
“Don’t say that,” Nico mumbled, covering his mouth to hide his own yawn. “You’ll just encourage him.”
“Hey!” Luke huffed indignantly, paused, then lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.”
“What’s fair?” Long fingers threaded through Cameron’s hair from behind, gently urging his head back. “Hey,” Asher murmured as he leaned over the sofa to steal a kiss.
“Hey,” Cameron echoed with a sappy grin. “Luke was just deciding which guy from Oz’s security team he wants to take home with him.”
The fingers in his hair tightened briefly before releasing him, but otherwise, Asher didn’t react to the news. No eye roll. No hint of a smirk. He didn’t even glance in Luke’s direction. Cameron’s smile instantly dissolved as he pushed upright and shifted around to look at him directly.
“Is everything okay?”
Shoving his hands into the front pocket of his jeans, Asher took a couple of steps back and tilted his head to the side. “Let’s get out of here for a bit.”
Frowning, Cameron pushed himself up from the thick, leather cushions and took a few cautious steps. “Yeah, okay.” Asher definitely looked like he could use a breather. “Did something else happen?” As he rounded the sofa, he slowed, his footsteps heavy and measured. “What about that guy from the—?”
“Cameron.” Asher held his hand out and stared pointedly until Cameron took it. “Just come with me. Please.”
It's been a long time. So long in fact, I'm sure many of you thought I would never write again. Sadly, I was beginning to feel that way as well.
I posted around this time last year, and I was having a lot of personal things happening in my life. I was sick, and when I first went to the doctor, he thought it was just stress. So, I took it easy, but it only helped a little, and after a while, things steadily became worse.
The long of the short of it is that I was sick. Really sick. It wasn't until I found a doctor willing to listen and run the right tests that I discovered just how sick I was. Add an undiagnosed anxiety disorder into the mix, and 2018 was basically a blur. Seriously, I remember some highlights, and I have some vague sense of doing "things" but otherwise, it's just a big blank. For most of last year, I was a zombie, and it took an extraordinary amount of effort just to function on the most basic level.
But, I'm on the right medications now. I'm following the keto diet, which is freaking hard, but it's helping.
I kind of wonder if this is what bears feel like after hibernating all winter.
So, what does all this mean for Fallout? I'm working on it, and it should be ready for release during the summer.
In conclusion, I just want to say that I'm so sorry that you've had to wait this long. I'm sorry that the book wasn't ready when it was supposed to be. Thank you so much for those who have expressed support, understanding, and encouragement.
Please be patient just a little longer. I'm getting better. One day at a time.
If you're reading this, you're probably wondering where the hell "Fallout" is. Amiright?
2018 was supposed to be THE year. You know the one. The year where everything goes right, I finally get my shit together, and well-laid plans fall perfectly into place.
A death in the family, two emergency room visits, a sinus infection and two weeks of being down with a particularly nasty strain of the flu, and 2018 has been a freakin' hot mess.
Several weeks after supposedly "getting over" the flu, I should have been recovered, but I still didn't feel right. I couldn't focus. I felt like I was in a constant fog. My memory was shit.
Then my hair and eyebrows started to fall out, and my skin became so dry it cracked and bled. I couldn't sleep, but despite being awake, I couldn't seem to concentrate on even the most basic tasks.
I was miserable.
Worse, my doctor couldn't find anything medically wrong with me, and eventually settled on a diagnosis of excessive stress. Considering everything that had been going on in my life since the beginning of the year, I was inclined to agree.
I can't tell you how disappointed I was to have to postpone the release of "Fallout." I'd promised it would release in March, and I really hate breaking promises. Physically and mentally, though, I just couldn't do it.
I'm learning to rest when I need it and stop obsessing over the little things. I still have days where the brain fog gives me the attention span of a caffeinated squirrel, but mostly, I feel like me again. My eyebrows are even starting to grow back. Bonus!
With all that said, I know you're still waiting for the next part of Asher and Cameron's story, and I've been working hard to get it to you.
Again, I'm so sorry for the extended wait, and I appreciate everyone's patience and understanding.
Until Next Time,
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The off-limit places turned out to be a library, a large office, and the master suite, all on the upper level. Not being able to enter the library hadn’t stopped Cameron from pressing as close to the glass squares on the French doors as possible to see inside, though. The room was beautiful, a proper library straight from a fairytale with wall-to-wall bookshelves that stretched all the way to the ceiling.
“Would you like to go in?”
Cameron squeaked—actually fucking squeaked like a cartoon mouse—and spun around so quickly he lost his footing and stumbled backwards. The doors rattled in their frame, and he winced when one of the knobs dug into his hip. Heart pounding, throat tight, he lifted his head, his gaze locking with amber eyes so deep he felt as though the floor shifted beneath him.
Never had he experienced such a visceral reaction to mere eye contact, and it did nothing to ease the tightness in his throat or the thundering of his heart. Right then, those eyes sparkled with humor and a hint of mischief. Realizing he should say something instead of just staring like an idiot, he opened his mouth, but every thought he’d ever had abandoned him.
A war started between his body and his mind, and while his brain scrambled to catch up, his body took great pleasure in betraying him. His hands trembled, his legs shook, and a soft gasp escaped as his eyes drank in the sight of the man standing close enough to touch.
Thick, brown hair—wet and limp, likely from a recent shower—fell over a smooth brow. High, defined cheekbones created a perfect symmetry to his angular jaw and square chin, and the shadow of scruff, just a smidgen past five o’clock, added a ruggedness to the otherwise beautiful face.
A thin, white V-neck did little to hide his broad shoulders or muscular chest. The sleeves strained around defined biceps encased in smooth, bronzed skin, and even the fingers wrapped around a black, porcelain coffee mug flexed with a strength that made Cameron’s knees weak. The loose ash-gray sweats hung low on his narrow hips, but the baggy cotton couldn’t completely conceal a pair of thick, toned thighs.
“Take your time,” the stranger teased, his voice a flawless combination of husky and smooth, like raw honey chased by a shot of aged whiskey.
Cameron shivered, even as the heat of embarrassment stung his cheeks. Coughing twice to clear his throat, he pushed away from the library doors. “Sorry, you startled me.” Yes, that sounded reasonable. He held out his right hand. “Cameron Stone.”
The man stared for longer than necessary, a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. Then he shifted his coffee cup to his opposite hand and took Cameron’s in a lingering embrace that felt too intimate for strangers.
Cameron had guessed as much, but he figured it would be rude to say so, especially after he’d just been caught checking out the guy. Instead, he settled on saying, “Nice to meet you. Your home is really amazing.” Taking his hand back, he shoved it into the pocket of his dress slacks and curled his fingers into a tight fist. “Why are you selling?”
For a long time, Asher didn’t speak, and Cameron fought not to squirm under the guy’s casual scrutiny. His expression gave away nothing, his features carefully arranged into a mask of neutrality that made Cameron more nervous than outright hostility.
What the hell is he thinking?
“I’m not selling,” Asher finally answered.
“So…the estate sale?”
His T-shirt strained when he lifted his shoulders. “I was bored, and needed a change.” He took a sip of his coffee, then ran his tongue over his full, pink lips. “I needed to make room for something new. This seemed like the simplest way.”
While he tried to match the guy’s indifference, Cameron could feel his brow scrunch together between his eyes. The way he’d said it sounded as though he didn’t really care about the money from the sale. He simply wanted to get rid of a style he no longer found appealing to clear space for new, likely more expensive, things. He made it sound a lot like boxing up a closet full of winter clothes to make room for a summer wardrobe.
“Oh.” Not intelligent or articulate, but it was the best he could do.
“Would you like a tour?”
Cameron couldn’t be sure, but he thought the man might be teasing him. “Thanks, but I’ve already seen everything not restricted.”
“You sure?” Yes, there was definitely a teasing lilt to his voice. “We could start with the master suite.”