It’s Tuesday again! Welcome to the Tuesday Tease!Great news~! Candle Wax (the song inspired by Logan and Skyla) is available through itunes! Quick go get it! It is amazing and awesome and sweet!

Also, the utopYA conference is getting so close and I cannot wait to meet those of you who are coming out. In addition to that, on Sunday June 30, I’ll be at the Vanderbilt Barnes and Noble with three other fabulous New York Times bestselling authors at the Passionista’s event. Please check out the link for details. You don’t need tickets for this one! I’ll have promotional copies of Someone to Love to give away to the first 100 people and tons of brand new bookmarks to sign and give away as well. I can’t wait to see all of you! Enjoy the teasers!



THE SOLITUDE OF PASSION (turning it in for a second round of edits today!)*Mitch’s POV 
They say you can never go back. Never go home. I never would have believed it if they would have told me Lee was happily married to Max Shepherd, having his babies, having the time of her life trying to weld Townsend and Shepherd together at the hip. I would have laughed in their faces. Not my Lee. My family wouldn’t let Max near Townsend let alone Lee.Bull-f*cking-shit.It was all some figment of my prideful imagination. What you fear the most and what you need the least will happen to you—Mitch’s law.   



ENTROPY (The Countenance Trilogy 3)
*Wesley’s POV
(Wes with Laken)
Laken and I just stare at one another locked at an impasse. Here it is, the moment of truth.“God, I love you.” I step in and land my lips over hers. The entire universe just rearranged itself. This wasn’t anything like one of those kisses we shared last week, nothing about this was coated in a lie.My shoulder gets pulled back from behind, and I spin as a fist lands over my jaw.“You’re going to die, Coop.”

(CELESTRA FOREVER AFTER 1) 
*Skyla and Brielle in Skyla’s bedroom.

“What’s all this?” I stare at all the crap Brielle spilled onto my bed and carefully pick up a red, white, and blue bikini top with stars set in precarious places. “This”—she picks up an industrial sized tub of margarine and cradles it like an infant—“is what you’re going to need to seduce him.”“I’m not sure the U.S. flag was ever intended to be a nipple shield. And the butter? What is this, my ‘cupcakes in bikinis’ moment?” “Oh, hon, the only thing that will be baking is him once he slathers this all over you. Just show up and volunteer to wash his car.” She makes a circular motion with her chest and suddenly I’m fearing for my lady parts. “Guys love that. And, since it’s summer, you’ll want to catch a tan.” She thrusts the margarine at me. “Just make sure he rubs you down in all the right places.”Good grief. Brielle can turn an innocent carwash into a pornographic experience.




*Enjoy your week!