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Part Three of Rhys Ford’s “Hair of the Dog/Tequila Mockingbird” Blog Tour Drops Here And Now

!Tequila MockingbirdLGHey! I am Rhys Ford and I’ll be taking over this blog today … sort of. There’s really no cool way of introducing yourself on someone else’s blog and honestly, if you’re following this series of shorts, you’re going to be sick of reading this. So… feel free to jump down to the meaty bits of the short if you like. Go on. I won’t mind.

Now, if you’ve been following the Sinners Series, I am happy to say the third book is either on the brink of coming out or out by the time this post hits. It is called Tequila Mockingbird and features Connor Morgan as he discovers he’s in love with a drummer—a guy drummer. Murder, mayhem, sexing, etc. All of those follow. You know the drill. But wooot! I am very happy to announce Connor’s story.
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5 Stars, Dreamspinner Press, Reviewed by Jackie, Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford’s “Tequila Mockingbird” Shoots Straight For The Heart

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde

Title: Tequila Mockingbird (Sinners Series: Book Three)

Author: Rhys Ford

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Pages/Word Count: 250 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
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Exclusive: Cover Reveal And The Prologue Of Rhys Ford’s “Tequila Mockingbird”!

And now, ladies and gentlemen, do not lick your computer screens as it’s highly unsanitary. Coming from Dreamspinner Press in June 2014, Tequila Mockingbird (Sinners: Book Three), in which the Morgan men just keep getting sexier, and Forest Ackerman is the luckiest dude in fiction. :-D


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You cracked me open

Sucked out my filthy core

Held my heart in your hands

And gave in when I begged for more

—Begging Again

“Fucking hell,” Forest spat as he fell back into the garbage again. The damned dumpster’s sides were too tall. Or he was too short. Either way, he couldn’t get the hell out of the thing and his arms were now shaking from the numerous times he tried.

The last thing he wanted was to be there in the morning. Someone would find him and that someone would bring down the cops on his head. Cops meant Social Services and that meant he’d be spending a good amount of time fighting to get out plastered walls and plastic suburbia.

He’d rather die in the dumpster.

He just didn’t know if he could try to get out again.

He hurt so damned much.

Mostly—this time—it was his face. It definitely was his jaw. Or maybe his cheek. Whichever. He just knew he hurt. He tried to remember who told him to always trust guys in a minivan but Forest couldn’t recall where he’d gotten that information. Whoever it’d been, he’d kick the guy’s ass whenever he found him again.

Because apparently guys in minivans with those happy little sticker children on the back glass really didn’t want to pay for their hand jobs ahead of time.

Now, Forest was in a dumpster because mini-van guy thought it would be fun to toss him in there when he was done beating the shit out of him and he still didn’t have more than fifty cents on him.

Fifty cents did not go a long way when someone needed food. Even dogfood tacos cost two for a dollar and tax ate up a nice piece of the money pie all on its own.

“Yeah, Mrs. Whatever-the-fuck-your-name-is, tell the principal I’m stupid,” Forest muttered as he glared at the dumpster’s too-high edge. “Go hungry for a bit, bitch and you learn math real fucking quick.”

He heard a door slamming—a heavy thick sounding door—and he froze, hating himself for holding his breath because it was stupid and doing so made his chest hurt. There were bruises there too, Forest was sure of it and his back wasn’t doing too good either. From the familiar throbbing along his spine, he was going to be pissing blood as soon as he had to take a pee.

Something slippery under him gave and Forest went down, biting his tongue when he hit the hard floor. He tasted blood—for the third or fourth time that night—and the light from the street lamps spun, leaving trails of stars on his eyes.

Swallowing at the salty taste in his mouth, he sighed, “Fuck me.”

About the Author: I’m Rhys Ford. I am an author and also a reader. You can find me at the following places:

My Blog | Facebook | Twitter: @Rhys_Ford

And at the Starbucks down the street. No really, they’re 24/7. And a drive-thru. It’s like heaven.

My books can be purchased, folded and first chapters read at Dreamspinner Press.

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What’s Your Poison? Rhys Ford Serves Up A Stiff Shot Of “Whiskey and Wry”

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.” — Ambrose Redmoon

Whiskey and Wry came with a heavy weight on its shoulders (or binding since it doesn’t have shoulders!). It is the second of four books planned in the Sinner’s Gin series. The first book in the series, Sinner’s Gin was very well-received, having a 4.17 average rating on Goodreads. Those are some pretty high numbers to live up to. Not only does Whiskey and Wry live up to its predecessor, I believe it surpasses it. The new characters are dynamic and explosive together. Catching up with the established characters was so satisfying. I like nothing better than when a sequel makes characters from the previous book and integral part of that sequel.

In Whiskey and Wry we meet Damien Mitchell and Sionn (pronounced “Shoon”) Murphy. Damien is being held in an asylum in Montana. He is told that his name is Stephen Thompson and that the few memories he has left of his life as Damien Mitchell, rock star, are delusions. A strange couple comes to the institution and pretend to be his parents, but he knows they aren’t. He can’t remember his parents, but he know these aren’t them.

Damien and two other members of Sinner’s Gin supposedly died in a car crash. The only survivor was Miki St. John, the main character of Sinner‘s Gin. Miki has mourned Damien’s death bitterly. They were brothers in their souls and neither feels whole without the other.

When a fire burns the asylum to the ground, Damien sees his chance for escape. He doesn’t expect the blonde man who is shooting at him trying to prevent Damien’s getaway. Some of Damien’s memories center around San Francisco. He knows that he and Miki bought neighboring warehouses so they could be close always. He just can’t remember where the warehouses are. He figures if he goes to San Francisco, his memories will begin to surface and he will find Miki.

Damien makes a low profile trip to San Francisco with the blonde killer on his tail. With no other skills and no way to make a living, Damien falls back on the one thing that has never left him; music. He sets up to play his guitar and sing outside Finnegan’s, an Irish pub on the pier. He and Miki used to busk there and were frequently kicked out by the owner, an old Irishwoman.

The current owner, however, is her grandson Sionn. Sionn is gay, too and really hot with his big wide shoulders and his gruff Irish accent telling Damien that not only isn’t he kicking him out, he’s inviting him in to have coffee and stay warm and dry. Sionn joins Damien for coffee and they talk and talk and talk. This happens for days on end. Damien and Sionn get to know each other well and really like and respect one another.

Even with all of Damien’s healed and healing injuries and Sionn’s injury to his leg suffered while he was a body guard (This is the only negative thing about this book. I don’t think Ms. Ford addressed his past and explained his injury. This could have been used as a way to prove Sionn’s trust in Damien and allow them to grow closer.) the sex is hot. Ms. Ford’s sex scenes are always hot, but there is a connection between Damien and Sionn that is palpable, which makes it exponentially hotter. You just feel from the beginning that there is more to it than just sex for both men.

The blonde with the gun hasn’t gone away and mayhem ensues. In a way that only Rhys Ford can, she brings Damien and Miki back together. More murder and mayhem. Would you expect anything else?

There are two more books coming in this series. I hope one of them features Sionn’s poor, lonely best friend. I can’t wait for the next one, but I guess I will be forced to! Whiskey and Wry is Rhys Ford at her snarky, funny, murderous best. The characters are funny and loving and honest. The sex is hot. The dialogue is smart-assed and makes you feel like you are an insider sharing the joke with the characters.

This is a book not to be missed. You don’t have to read Sinner’s Gin first, but they read best in order. Highly recommended.

**Be sure to stay tuned right here on Monday, August 19th. Rhys will be here with some Sinner’s Gin goodies to give away to one lucky reader!**

Reviewed by: Tina

You can buy Whiskey and Wry (Sinners Series, Book Two) here: