Sol would probably rather drink a Bloody Mary while reading a book, but I'm pretty sure he's never read one before. Anyway, his story is coming. I hope everyone keeping up with this series enjoys Sand and Sky because I love it. That's the place I like to be as a writer.
This story is a little darker than the others. Sexier. I apologize in advance for Sol's foul mouth. I cut as many f-bombs as he'd allow.
Here's the blurb though it's subject to tweaking.
Sol Kelley believes in two things, himself and the magic. He doesn’t make mistakes. He doesn’t have regrets. He see’s a problem; he deals with it. Convincingly. Some people think that makes him an asshole. Sol thinks it makes him expedient.
When the magic goes perversely wrong, Sol has no choice but to resort to extreme measures. Blowing up his boat while he was still on it sounded like a good idea at the time. He should be dead. But magic always comes with a price, and when he wakes up blind in Farron Akers’ bed, a girl whose face he can’t remember, he finds himself needing a place to lay low and regroup. It doesn’t take long for Farron’s fiery touch and fallen-angel voice to tempt him into doing naughty things.
Too bad he swore not to touch her. Too bad his sordid past has a nasty habit of catching up with him. And when it does, Farron is stuck in the middle, and Sol will use everything in his arsenal to get her back. Or die trying.