JULY BOOKISH ROUNDUP

Hello!

How are you doing? I hope life is treating you well.

This update is a little late because editing on Scarlet Disaster kicked my butt this week. But it is with the proofreader—hooray!—and I'm excited to share an extended teaser below. For those of you who have read the Three Bears duet, you may recognize Lou as Ria's very much human best friend. Scarlet Disaster is also part of a duet, it's a reverse harem, and loosely inspired by Little Red Riding Hood (aka expect big bad wolf jokes).

In other news, if you've been keeping up with the Empath Found audiobooks, all three are now live!

Colette x

Scarlet Disaster Preview

Below is an extended teaser from Scarlet Disaster! I hope you enjoy this first meeting between Lou and her hopeful harem member, Brooks 🐺

(Note that this excerpt hasn't been proofread and is subject to change).

“Ooh, was that a little bit of flirting I detected, Ms. Not Interested?” I teased.

“I thought my name was Red?” she shot back.

“Hey, you’re the one who named yourself ‘Not Interested’. I assume ‘Not’ is your first name, which is why I oh-so-kindly bestowed a cute nickname on you. ‘Not’ is a pretty strange name, you know.”

“And you’re a pretty strange guy,” she laughed. “My name is Lou, but I’m still not interested.”

“Maybe I’m not interested. Maybe I was just saying hello and you assumed I was flirting with you,” I said smugly.

“How presumptuous of me,” Lou agreed seriously. “I mean, you were eyefucking me from the minute you approached, and one hundred percent used your sexiest fuckboy voice to say hi, but you’re right. I shouldn’t assume anything.”

I grinned at Lou, totally losing my “fuckboy” cool in the face of her snarky attitude.

“Okay, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I was flirting with you,” I told her conspiratorially. Lou gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she was scandalized.

“You rogue,” she chastised.

“You talking dirty to me, Red?” I chuckled.

“Nope,” she replied instantly, popping the ‘p’. “I have sworn off men. No offense, but you’re all the devil.”

“None taken. Well, a bit taken,” I added as an afterthought. “Want me to punch the guy for you?”

“Now who’s talking dirty?” Lou asked, fanning her face. “And no. No punching required. However, I have banned myself from real-life penises for the foreseeable future so, you know. Go shoot your shot with one of the many admirers you seem to have collected since you walked in the door.”

I glanced around, finding a few eyes on me and more than a few on Lou. Pft. She did not have a leg to stand on when it came to calling me out on my many admirers.

Wait, real-life penises?

“Are you passing through Fairbanks?” Lou continued before I could ask an entirely inappropriate follow-up question about fake penises. Or dead penises? Real-life definitely left room for interpretation.