Graveyard Dog: A Charley Davidson Novella by Darynda Jones is LIVE + we have an exclusive excerpt!

Graveyard Dog: A Charley Davidson Novella IS LIVE!! SHE’S IN HIDING & HE KNOCKS ON HER DOOR ONE NIGHT… And to celebrate this release, she (as well as her publisher, 1,001 Dark Nights Press) is sponsoring today’s newsletter and we have an exclusive excerpt!

 Michael Cavalcante has one thing on his mind when he knocks on Izzabel Walsh’s door at two in the morning… 

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Darynda Jones comes a new story in her Charley Davidson series…

Michael Cavalcante has one thing on his mind when he knocks on Izzabel Walsh’s door at two in the morning, half-dressed and a bit toasted: fix the woman’s heater and get back to bed. He vows never to cover for his maintenance tech again, especially after he gets tased and knocked out with a frying pan for his efforts.

Izzy thought she was safe. She’d dyed her hair, changed her name, and moved 1,500 miles away, and still they found her. When a member of her ex’s motorcycle club knocks on her door in the middle of the night, supposedly to fix a perfectly good heater, Izzy panics. Not only have they found her, but they would soon discover she has a daughter. Aka, a weakness. Aka, leverage. She needs time to think. To plan. To figure out how to keep the sexy neanderthal quiet. But she has no idea how to, short of murder. Can she win him over to her side? Or will he be just like all the others once he finds out what she is capable of?

Michael has one chance to convince Izzy he doesn’t want to harm her or her daughter, but more than that, he wants to know who does. And why. And where he can find them. After all, how else is he going to make sure the two sprites, who have wound their way into his heart, are safe?

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“What was in the cabinet?”

Her brow furrowed as she tried to decipher what he meant. “Cabinet?”

“The one above your stove.” He tilted his head in the general direction of her kitchen. “The one you reached over me to get to while wearing that paper-thin robe. The same paper-thin robe that parted just enough to give me a spectacular view of your thighs.”

A look of stunned realization froze on her face. He studied her as she thought back to this morning when she came out of her room in a robe and nothing else. In her defense, she believed she’d disabled him. “That’s right. I ordered you to close your eyes, but—”

“But I don’t take orders from women who are one sandwich short of a picnic.”

Her cheeks brightened to a delightful pink. He was probably enjoying her discomfort more than he had a right to. But then his words sank in. She sobered and scowled prettily at him. “Perv.”

“Tease.”