Hi guys, we have C.B. Lewis stopping by to show off the cover to her upcoming release Time Lost, we have a quick into to C.B. and there’s an excellent excerpt, so check out the amazing cover and enjoy the post! <3 ~Pixie~
What began with a dead intruder and a missing scientist quickly becomes the most perplexing case of Detective Inspector Jacob Ofori’s career. Nothing about it makes sense, from the incredibly advanced technology found on the intruder to the scientist’s mysterious workplace, the Temporal Research Institute. Jacob’s gut tells him the TRI is hiding something, and the questions keep piling up. Who would abduct Sanders; what is the strange gate in his basement laboratory; and how does it connect to similar gates in the TRI?
TRI engineer Kit Rafferty only wanted one night with the sexy, older policeman, but Kit’s mouth tends to run away with him when he gets excited, and nothing gets him more excited that cutting-edge tech—like the intruder’s cybernetic eye. Suddenly Kit is pulled into the investigation—and into a relationship that could jeopardize both of their lives. Kit hates lying to Jacob, but he cannot reveal what really goes on at the TRI—time travel. Faced with time-jumping criminals but unable to share that knowledge with Jacob, Kit turns to a man who knows time travel firsthand: Janos Nagy.
For someone who swore they would never write time travel, I seem to write a lot of it. My name is C.B. Lewis and this is the cover for the second novel in my Out of Time series.
Jacob crossed his arms over his face and pressed his head back against the mountain of pillows.
It was never good when a man was led by his dick.
That’s what was going on here, and he couldn’t deny it.
If he were being professional, he would have done things by the book and waited until Anton finished his searches. If he were being professional, he wouldn’t have let a younger man with a dazzling smile catch him off guard.
He sat up and reached for the quill again, touching the sensor to activate the screen.
A sensible man would have looked at some porn, stuck his hand down his trousers, and not ended up asking a completely inappropriate person to go for a drink with him.
The alarm on his quill chimed. He never needed it, but especially not today. Every hour, he’d been awake, glared at the quill, and put it down. Every hour, he decided to send the message, then changed his mind, and left it another hour.
Maybe there would be new evidence at the office, so he wouldn’t have to meet Rafferty.
But then, if he didn’t want to meet him, he didn’t have to. That was the problem. He wanted to. He hadn’t been smiled at like that in a long while. Or flirted with so blatantly. Or eyed like he was worth looking at. Most people who tried to flirt with him were much more subtle, and he could ignore subtle. Kit was a breath of fresh air.
He swung his legs down over the side of the bed. The floor was cool beneath his feet.
“Bugger it,” he muttered, and threw the quill over his shoulder onto the middle of the bed.
A book-lover from infancy, C.B. has been writing and telling stories for as long as she can remember. Based in Edinburgh, she has diverse tastes and will quite happily attempt to write any genre, but always come back to history, fantasy, and sci-fi like an old friend. C. B. Lewis is small and Scottish and can often be spotted perched around historical monuments with her notepad and pen. She has been writing and telling tales for almost as long as she can remember, and has a brain that constantly fizzes with an abundance of ideas. If she’s not working on half a dozen things at once, it should be considered a slow day. She loves to travel and just has one continent left to complete her travel bingo card. A lot of the travel has also been research-based, and if pointed at any historical event, she will research it vociferously, just because she can. Normally, she is based in Edinburgh, where she tends toward the hermit-lifestyle, needing nothing but a kettle, a constant supply of tea, and – of course – the internet. There are no cats, no puppies, no significant others, only a lot of ideas, and an awful lot of typing. And occasionally, cake. Never forget the cake.