Hi everyone —

Please welcome my friend, Whitley Gray, back to the blog. This visit she has a book that sounds like so much fun, i want to start reading today! It’s called Rabbit Wars! I’ll let her tell you about it —

Here Comes Rabbit Wars!

“Once upon a time, there was a family named Rabbit…”

This was the idea on which I built Rabbit Wars—what would happen to a famous estate if all the heirs died out? The story is set in a small mining town in the Colorado Rockies, a town built on gold and chocolate. Add a couple of guys, a serving of conflict, and voila! Rabbit Wars was born.

Blurb:

After two months in Dubai supervising a construction project, architect Jefferson Fontaine returns home to find his boyfriend boffing the dog walker. Reeling, Jeff grabs his dignity and departs. The arrival of a mysterious wicker box and a letter requesting Jeff’s presence for the reading of a local entrepreneur’s will sends Jeff to his hometown of Crooked Creek, Colorado. The last thing he expects is to encounter an old flame who disappeared fifteen years ago.

Following high school, Ashton Eiker hoped to start a future with the boy he loved, but his world crashed when Jeff refused to bring Ash along with him to college. Ash ran from the rejection, but returned to Crooked Creek a year ago, bringing his confectionary talents and opening a chocolate shop. When the great uncle of a childhood friend names Ash in his will, he could hardly anticipate getting a helping of his past in the mix.

Jeff and Ash jointly inherit the historic Jeremiah Rabbit House, and are forced to work together to meet the terms of the will or neither will have the mansion. It’s a battle of opinions, shared personal history, and present attraction, but the true prize isn’t the Rabbit legacy. It’s the chance at something better.

Excerpt:

The White Rabbit chocolates Jeff remembered from childhood had been excellent, but not anything like this, not smelling of heaven and exotic locations. Had someone reopened the factory?

Licking his lips, he selected the white-chocolate rabbit. Taking care not to rip the foil, he unwrapped it, held it under his nose like a good cigar, and took a sniff. Satiny white chocolate with hints of honey, hazelnut, and…ginger? He took a bite and let it melt on his tongue.

Definitely ginger—a subtle kick that made him warm all over. Visions of Crooked Creek filled his mind: the festive look of the old brick storefronts downtown lit up by dozens of tiny lights, the pleasure of lounging around the pool with Raleigh, the joy of hiking through the woods.

Funny how the chocolate triggered those thoughts; Jeff hadn’t thought about Raleigh in a long time. He took another nibble, and the sweet, low note of hazelnut came through. He and Raleigh had had some good times. And Ash. Lying on the grass with Ash on a summer night, gazing up at a million stars…

“Tell me something no one else knows about you,” Ash whispered.

Jeff stared up at the October night sky. The stars were scattered like backlit diamonds on dark velvet. “Like what?”

“Your deepest, darkest secret.” Ash cuddled a little closer, and Jeff pulled the blanket up around them.

There was no way Jeff could reveal the worst secret, not even to Ash. Jeff couldn’t wrap his mind around the fear, let alone confess it. Instead he tilted his head and kissed Ash full on the mouth. As usual, Ash tasted like peppermint gum and dark chocolate. “You,” Jeff whispered. “You’re my secret.”

Ash broke the kiss with a snort. “Raleigh knows.”

“Not everything.”

“He can guess.”

Jeff claimed Ash’s mouth and shifted half on top of him, silencing him.

 There had never been anyone else like Ash.

That was ancient history. Regret curled in Jeff’s stomach. He didn’t want to think about Ash. In two bites Jeff finished the chocolate. The honey-and-gingered chocolate tickled his tongue.

He could go to Crooked Creek. He hadn’t been there for eighteen months, hadn’t shown up when he should have, thanks to work. After he’d missed the funeral three months ago, it hadn’t seemed urgent. But now…if Pete could round up the others for the reading, this would be a good time for Jeff to get his dad’s estate in order as long as he was in town. Scoring plane tickets for Denver would be easier than wangling short-notice passage for somewhere tropical.

A sense of calm settled over him. This felt right.

BUY:

Loose Id:  http://www.loose-id.com/eostre-s-baskets-rabbit-wars.html

Also available at AMAZON and other retailers

Contact: www.whitleygray.com

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Thank you to Whitley for visiting and to you for coming by! : )