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Big thanks to Cerise for offering up her blog for my pimpage. I‘d like to share the blurb and an excerpt from my M/M release with Ellora’s Cave, Love the Sinner, with you guys. Love the Sinner was a labor of love for me, one that wrecked me emotionally for a long while. It’s a story that took over my entire being and didn’t relax its death grip on my muse until I’d written ‘THE END’.
Still and yet, I remain under its thrall.
A line in a song sparked the idea for Love the Sinner, and now that the story has been written and published, I can’t listen to that song on my playlist without tearing up.
I’m offering up a copy of Love the Sinner to one lucky commenter. Just remember to leave your email addy in the comments. All my books are available at Amazon, AllRomance, and Bookstrand. You can also read the first chapters of all my books on my website: http://avrilashton.webs.com
This, is Love the Sinner…
BLURB: A notorious gang leader and an NYPD cop. An unlikely couple, but is it true what they say? Could Gabe hate the sin but love the sinner?
Detective Gabriel Ashby has never looked twice at another man, yet the criminal across from him, the man he’s interrogating, isn’t like any other. Gabe can’t deal with the sudden, intense need he has for one of NYPD’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo Pagan ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing amid the rubble. Gabe would love nothing more than to bust Angelo’s ass and lock him up. So why is he seeing the bastard in his dreams at night?
Angelo Pagan knows attraction to Gabe is suicide. He’s resolute to ignore the chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabe, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now the two can’t get close enough. They settle into a forbidden affair threatened by lies and betrayal, living on different sides of the law with no way of breaching the gap between them. With the authorities looking to make an example of Angelo, Gabe has to decide if it’s really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner.
“You put the people you claim to care about in jeopardy and here you are, burying your sister. How does it feel to be the reason your sister’s dead? The reason your mother is heartbroken?”
Pagan just stared at Gabe, his lips curved, eyes mocking. Unmovable. Unreachable.
Gabe ached to punch him in the jaw, knock some sense into him. Some morals. Most of all he ached to touch the man, test the texture of those lips, and wasn’t that the most fucked-up thing of all? Before he stepped into this room his most pressing concern was how to react if Trish brought up marriage again, and now this.
Lusting over a criminal. Gabe pushed back his chair and got to his feet, spinning away in an attempt to hide the bulge in his jeans. He headed over to the door and opened it before turning to Pagan. “You can leave, but trust me when I tell you we will find the person responsible for this.”
Pagan got up, grabbing his sunglasses. He walked past Gabe, brushing up against him, body heat reaching out to scald him. Gabe hissed in a breath, schooling his features into a blank slate. His fingers twitched, itching to fist in the thick luxury of Pagan’s hair.
“I’d warn you not to take justice into your own hands, but I’m hoping you’ll try.”
Pagan stopped and met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
“I want you to try something ’cause I’ll be there watching,” Gabe growled. “And I’ll get to lock your ass up. Take you off the streets finally.”
A slow smile spread over Pagan’s features, genuine and real, catching Gabe completely off guard. He fisted his hands at his body’s hungry reaction, glancing away before Pagan caught any signs of his attraction in his eyes.
“I’ll be seeing you, cop.”
Gabe turned back to him, watching as Pagan allowed his mask to slip for a second. There. Written behind those flashing gold eyes was the same heat. The same attraction.
Then he blinked and it was gone.
Pagan sauntered off, leaving Gabe’s heart thumping and his body aching.
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l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?
A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother
Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.
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