Does She Love You? is out!

Did you hear me? Does She Love You? is out!!!

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Seriously, what are you still reading this for?  You could be reading Does She Love You?!

I mean, I’ve already told you about the back story and the characters. Heck, I even gave you a free preview.  What more could you want?

More free preview?

I don’t know.

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Here is the second scene from Does She Love You? to tempt you to buy the whole book:

If you haven’t read scene one, go here first, then read on:

“I want to go home,” Davis Chandler said over the music that wasn’t loud enough to be obnoxious but still grated on her nerves. Blake’s was little more than a neighborhood bar on a weeknight. Aside from the mostly male clientele, its brick walls, cheeky waiters, and eight-dollar burgers made it pretty standard fare for Midtown Atlanta. “Nothing’s happening here anyway.”

“That’s because we’re at a men’s bar, dear, and you’re the one who chose it. Let’s go to My Sister’s Room.”

“No. I don’t want to go all the way out to Decatur this late.”

“It’s only nine o’clock, Davis. You promised to go out with me tonight.”

“I did. I came, I saw, I got tired. And you’re not having fun either. Other than one diesel dyke playing pool in the corner, we haven’t seen another woman in an hour. Even you like more options than that.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far,” Cass said, giving the denim-and-leather-clad woman another once-over. “But there’s no one here for you, and I think you planned it that way. Why else choose a men’s bar on a Tuesday night?”

“It’s right around the corner from my house, I’m on a deadline for work, I wanted someplace that serves food, and—”

“You’ve given up on ever having sex again.”

“I haven’t given up on sex. I’m just tired of all the other crap that comes with it.” Ten years ago she probably couldn’t have imagined saying that phrase, but at thirty-one she was a little more level-headed, or maybe she just wasn’t having any sex good enough to put up with the awkwardness, disappointment, or heartbreak that usually followed.

“I don’t put up with any crap, and I have plenty of sex.”

“You told me the last woman you took home wore yellow dishwashing gloves the whole time.”

Cass smirked. “I didn’t say that didn’t have its charms.”

“Well, good for your open-mindedness, but I don’t want to wake up to lover-Rubbermaid every morning.”

“I didn’t wake up with her.” Cass seemed appalled at the idea. “And that’s your problem. You go into everything looking for the U-Haul.”

Davis sighed. “I don’t need a U-Haul, but all I’ve found lately are liars, cheats, and skeezeballs.”

“Maybe your standards are a bit high.”

“Possibly, but I’m done, Cass. No more spending the night with someone I don’t want to spend the next morning with, too.”

“What about that one?” Cass asked, nodding to someone who’d just come through the front door. “I wouldn’t mind having her for dinner, breakfast, and brunch.”

Davis intended only to glance over her shoulder, but a glance turned into a second look that edged close to a stare. The woman looked like a lesbian Prince Charming with her dark hair, high cheekbones, and sculpted jaw. Her black slacks and blue oxford were disheveled just enough to add a rakish edge to her business professional vibe, and the dimples encasing her smile when she caught Davis gawking almost did her in.

“So much for sleeping alone.” Cass’s voice brought Davis back to their conversation.

“What?” She turned back toward the bar and tried to sip her amaretto and Coke casually.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want to suck on that eye candy.”

“Geeze, Cass, why do you have to go there right away? Why can’t I just say I’d like to get to know her?”

“You can, so long as we both understand you want to know her in the Biblical sense.”

“No,” Davis said emphatically. “She’s attractive, but that’s not enough for me anymore. She could be a pervert or a drug addict or married. I mean, really, why’s a woman who looks like her in a gay men’s bar on a Tuesday night?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” came the sound of a woman’s voice over her shoulder.

Davis turned around slowly. “I’m sorry. Do you make a habit of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations?”

“I do, actually,” the woman said with a maddeningly confident smile. “It’s rude, I know, but really it’s the least of my faults, what with being a drug-addicted pervert and all.”

Cass snorted and raised her glass. “Well-played.”

The woman turned to the bartender. “I called in an order to go. The last name’s McCoy.”

“It’ll be a few more minutes. Want a drink?”

“Sure, I’ll take an amaretto and Coke.”

“You two have the same drink order,” Cass said. “I think it’s a sign.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” the woman said. “The true test would come if the bartender says, ‘We just have Pepsi.’”

“Shut your mouth,” Davis replied forcefully.

Prince Charming laughed. “Well, then, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“No so fast,” Davis cut in. She wasn’t about to get swept away in another pretty face, even one with dimples. “You never answered my first question. Why are you in a gay bar at nine on a Tuesday?”

“You mean aside from jonesing for an 8-ball?”

“Obviously.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m staying at the Wyndham down the road, and I’m sick of eating in a hotel room.”

That she could understand. She ate her fair share of bad food in lonely rooms, but that didn’t mean she was softening. “Why order the food to go?”

The woman crooked an amused smile. “Now you’ve caught me in my big perversion. I intend to take my sandwich and eat it in Piedmont Park because I like the way the skyline lights up the darkness from there.”

Davis frowned as she thought of a little grassy knoll where she liked to watch the sunset behind the high-rises. The idea of this woman she wanted to be suspicious of enjoying the same view made it much harder to keep her resolve.

“Order for McCoy,” the bartender called from the other end of the bar.

“Well, ladies, it’s been fun being interrogated by you. I hope you have a lovely night.”

“Sure, and any time you need someone to sass you into submission, come on back,” Davis quipped with the last of her resolve not to be any easy mark.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said with another beautiful smile, and walked away.

Davis watched her go, wishing she’d made her invitation a little nicer. She’d just finished telling Cass she wanted to meet a woman she was actually interested in getting to know better, and yet she’d spent the last ten minutes pushing one away. Maybe her standards were too high, or her trust issues too deep. Was it so unreasonable to think single, attractive, socially adept lesbians still existed in Atlanta? There was really only one way to find out.

Davis slapped a twenty on the bar and faked a yawn. “I’m calling it a night, too.”

“Fine. Go. Both of you lonely bastards,” Cass said theatrically. “The night is young and so am I. I’m going to cuddle up to Diesel Dyke across the room and see how I like the smell of motor oil in bed.”

“You have fun with that, and be careful.”

“Me be careful? You’re the one about to go to the park at night with an admitted pervert.”

Davis feigned shock.

“Don’t deny it. Just go before she gets away.”

Davis kissed Cass on the cheek and headed out the door.

Prince Charming was only half a block ahead, walking slowly, and Davis took a second to enjoy the view before she caught up and fell into step beside her.

“All right. Well, if I’m about to go to the park with a pervert at night, we should at least know each other’s names.”

“Sounds reasonable, assuming I can trust you to give me your real name.”

Davis grinned. “I suppose that’s a chance you’ll have to take. I’m Davis.”

“Nice to meet you, Davis. I’m Nic McCoy.”

*  *  *

There you have it folks. Don’t say I never gave you anything.  I just gave you a peek into a book I am tremendously proud of. I sure hope it was enough to pique your interest because I am just dying to hear what you think of the finished product.  Have I mentioned you can now order said finished product by going here?  Oh, I have?  Well you can’t fault a boi for being thorough.