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.”