Freebie and an Excerpt

I have a free novella that will release here shortly. It's called The Adventures of Cassius Flynn and Molly McGuire and was originally released in serial format on my publisher's site. You can probably still find it floating around the internet, but I'm really excited that people will now be able to download it in its entirety...and for free! The story is about a pair of semi-reformed airship smugglers who are out on one last job together. Flynn and Molly are recurring characters in the Reapers series, but you don't have to have read any of the other stories to enjoy this one. Here's an excerpt:

The thing about Cassius Flynn is that she’d never been able to resist him. Not as an impressionable young woman and not as a hardened outlaw. Her weakness for scoundrels was her most shameful character flaw and, even worse, it was a character flaw that Flynn knew all about. He was charming, devilishly handsome in a maverick sort of way and fiendishly clever to boot.
When he stretched out beside her on the bed in that dark room, a shudder of pure lust trembled down her body before he so much as touched her. When he splayed his warm hand flat on her belly, she groaned—moaned really, but who was there to judge such things? Her stomach had been fair abused that day. Anyone would think she was simply sore. Anyone but Flynn. He noted the difference. He flashed a smile and his long fingers dipped beneath the hem of her shirt.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, trying to get a read on him. The light was behind him now and his face was dark save for the glimmer of his eyes. Those she could see like they were lit by some unholy fire. The same fire that was creeping through her veins. That flamed higher when he lowered his head to brush a kiss to her cheek. His lips coasted back to her ear. Teeth nipped the lobe. His breath soft and hot spilling down her neck like a caress.
“I came here for you, Molly.”
A rescue? Her heart ached a bit at the thought. Only Cassius Flynn would be bold enough to walk right through the front door.
She turned her head and found his lips, soft and firm at the same time. The slight scratch of the whiskers he never seemed completely rid of. That small growl he always made when she opened her mouth. The heat of his body and the slow confident stroke of his tongue. Flynn. God, she’d missed him.
His hand came up to cradle her face, gentle as the moonlight, and he laid one leg lightly over hers. At any time, he could turn his body just so and settle himself between her legs. He didn’t though. He was never one to rush. He simply kissed her, sweet and tender with the promise of heat. Like stirring up coals that had nearly gone cold. She could feel that heat building inside her now and at any moment, it would flare up, just as it always did between them. This—the way they fit together—had always been pure perfection. She hadn’t left him because he’d been a poor lover. He’d been too good.
Reluctantly, she pulled away, dropping her head back to the mattress and turning her face slightly away.
He made a sound of protest, but she shook her head.
“We don’t have time for lovemaking.”
“We do.”
He turned then, moving over her but not pressing his weight down on her battered body. He was thoughtful for an outlaw. It was part of his charm. Persistent too.
He kissed her again and she almost fell for it. As soon as his lips touched hers, she wanted nothing more than to pull him closer, roll him onto his back and ride him until they were sated, limp and breathless. But this wasn’t the time or place.
She shoved at his shoulder. “Are you mad? There are five armed men in the next room.”
“They won’t disturb us.”
She was dumbfounded by his calm. He was cocky, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. “Did you spike the whiskey?”
She bucked him off and he rolled onto his side, burrowing his mouth through her wild hair to press his lips to the side of her neck. A smile against her skin. Goosebumps rose in its wake. “I did not.”
She moved to get up but his arm tightened around her, holding her in place. Truth be told, she didn’t fight him much. After all, she didn’t want to risk making the springs squeal and waking up Crenshaw and his crew.
“Shh. It’s all right, Molly. It’s past midnight and we’ve this nice bed.”
“I heard your ship. Let’s get the hell out of here. We can find another bed.” She frowned down at the top of his head. “Can you pick the lock on this collar?”
He didn’t answer right away as he seemed to be trying to unbutton her shirt with his teeth.
“Flynn!”
He let out a long-suffering sigh, pressed his lips to the curve of her breast and then looked up. “Who do you think set that bounty on your head?”
The blood drained from her head so quickly she saw spots. “You sent Crenshaw after me?”
“You stole my ship.”
His hand shifted slightly on her rib cage and she stiffened. “Move your hand any closer to my breast, Cassius Flynn, and you will lose it.”

You can pre-order The Adventures of Cassius Flynn and Molly McGuire at Amazon and Google. (Apparently you can pre-order freebies at some places and not others.) It'll be out everywhere June 29.