#MidWeekTease In a Glassworks

Welcome to another #MidWeekTease, where we tease, tantalise, and tempt you with a WIP or book.

This week I'm over the moon with The Furnace Man, which was published by Evernight Publishing last week and you can purchase it

here

With a fantastic cover, courtesy of Jay Aheer, I have to give you one more peek from it.

Blurb

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

The place worked 24/7 and there were plenty of people about if you knew where to look for them, but in the office block? Her and a few mice. Not another body to be seen.
A body? Oh hell. 
That of course was why she was there. 
Shit, do not think of a body. A person. Me, a totally live—well almost—I can’t make any promises about all of my body being alive—person. She mentally rolled her eyes at her thoughts. When was the last time she used all of said body in a myriad of ways? Specifically her pussy? Too long ago to remember. Even the hot as hell guy who had done his best to pick her up and seduce her just before she’d started her job hadn’t touched her. Not after she threatened to cut off his balls with a rusty pen knife if he didn’t give over and stop with the fake charm. She swore she saw a glimmer of appreciation before he did the oh so overdone hurt, ‘I want you for you, I’m so not like that’ shite. She hadn’t been convinced, and sent him packing. It was still a source of amazement he’d gone without an argument.

Plus, if she didn’t do the check your boobs thing regularly they would think they were redundant, it had been so long since any other hands touched them. Years...she just had no idea...
Rubbish, isn’t. Don’t lie. The last occasion was etched on her brain. As well as the time, date and fuck buddy. And what a shitty idea that had been. Oh the sex was amazing; there was no doubt about that. Her clit still tingled when she thought about it. Hell she could come without using Roger the rabbit when she thought of that guy and the way his green eyes lit up as he stroked her skin, played with her hair and whispered her name. 'My Lindsey'.
My Lindsey. Load of rubbish. 
Enough already. 
Michael Coulter, ex number one, was out of her orbit. One night of bliss, an oh so romantic ceremony on the beach, followed by a shitty marriage, and sadly now she had the paper to prove it was over and done with. The big heave ho should now be history. She had to pull up her big girl knickers and get over him.
Pity she preferred thongs. 

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Happy reading,
love, Raven x