Today I am so pleased to welcome Rhys Ford to Joyfully Jay. Rhys has come to talk to us about her latest release, Tequila Mockingbird, the latest in her fabulous Sinner’s series. She has brought along the next installment in her series of vignettes related to the book (each one published at a different blog).  She has also brought along a fabulous giveaway.  Please join me in giving Rhys a big welcome!


Hey! 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.

To celebrate, I’ve written a short serialized string of vignettes titled Hair of the Dog. Please enjoy the story as it goes along. The order of the posts is included at the bottom of the short. Hope you enjoy it.

Oh…and Giveaway! Would you like to win…. Drum roll….

An Audio Book Code from Audible. (preferably used on a Rhys Ford book but hey… free words. Told to you!)

If so, please leave a comment below and one name will be selected randomly or randomly selected or one random name will be selected. Sheesh. Language. Good Luck…and thank you. Really. Dudes, you all rock and thank you so much

Hair of the Dog • Part Five

hair of the dog“Do you know what you need?” Brigid tilted her head, studying Miki as he nibbled on the mountain of food she’d put on a plate and plopped into his lap.

The woman purred. Literally purred. As Irish as any pint of Guinness he’d downed in Dublin while on tour, Kane’s mother spoke with a lilting purr meant to comfort and soothe.

But it scared the fuck out of him.

Crawling scary fucks even.

He knew why. Explaining it wouldn’t help. He’d met women like Brigid before. Well, not exactly like Brigid since she seemed to be the type of person someone would name an unsinkable ship after.

No, Miki frowned, they’d name the iceberg after her. Any poor ship minding its own business in the middle of the ocean was fucked if it ran across her.

And if anything made him feel smaller than a dinghy on a collision course with doom, it was apparently a sweet-faced, Irish mother bent on stuffing him like a turkey waiting for Judgment Day. That and she was staring.

It was damned hard to eat when someone was staring at him. Hell, even the dog didn’t do it. But then, Dude’d abandoned him what seemed like hours ago, settling into gnaw on yet another bone he’d dragged over to a corner of the living room. Staring—like she wanted something.

He held out a grilled Brussels sprouts, putting up a wall of green between them.

Apparently that wasn’t it because her eyebrows gathered up together like a coiled spring waiting to snap back and bite him.

“Um, no?” It took him a bit to realize she was still waiting for him to answer her question. Odd since she’d not paused for more than a second as she chirruped and sang her way through the living room and across the couch where he’d shoved himself to hide from her assault.

First thing he was going to do was get very thick doors for the room he’d plopped his bed in. Really thick doors. That locked. Maybe even bolted from the inside with a heavy wooden bar like he was expecting an orc raid or perhaps Smaug. Eyeing her frightful mop of red curls as it bobbed and wove about her heart-shaped face, Miki wasn’t so sure even those types of doors would hold her back.

“You need to come home with us,” Brigid declared, pronouncing a death sentence on him in her cheery, Lucky-Charms accent. “Quinn can come get us. I’ll go pack up some of your clothes—”

“Shit, no!” Miki was up off the couch before he realized he still had a plate of food in his lap. The cabbage thing he’d been picking at hit the carpet by Dude’s nose. Gleefully, the terrier snapped it up in a single gulp, quickly rising up to hoover his way through the remains of Miki’s dinner.

No carried absolutely no weight. Hell, even the dog didn’t look up from his food slurping when Miki shouted. Although, he frowned down at the terrier, the grilled sprouts were probably going to revisiting them all later. Miki was still reeling from the gaseous cloud of death the dog emitted after he’d gotten a mouthful of kim chee.

“Shit, kim chee’s cabbage. Everything on that damned plate’s cabbage. Is she trying to make sure I fart off the bed? Kane’s going to love—shit, where did she go?” Miki looked around, shocked to find himself alone in the living room with what was obviously going to be a furry, ticking time bomb of mustard gas in a few hours. A fluff of red hair near his unmade bed stuttered his heart to a dead stop and Miki knew he’d die of cardiac arrest long before the dog’s sulfurous ass got him.

Especially when Brigid held up the half-empty bottle of lube he’d hastily shoved under his pillow and asked, “Should I pack only this one? Or do you think you boys are going to need more?”

Follow all of Hair of the Dog Story at these blog spots

June 24

Part 1: Rainbow Gold Reviews  

June 25

Part 2: Live your Life, Buy The Book

June 26

Part 3: The Novel Approach      

Part 4: The Blogger Girls           

June 27

Part 5: Joyfully Jay                    

June 28

Part 6: 3 Chicks After Dark          

Part 7: Gay List Book Reviews   

June 29

Part 8: Boy meets Boy              

June 30

Part 9: Prism Alliance                

Part 10: Under The Covers         

July 2

Part 11: LoveBytes Reviews       


Additional Posts and Giveaways

June 27

Pants Off Reviews                      

Mercy Celeste’s Blog                 

Smoocher’s Voice                

Sinfully Sexy                          28

June 28

Kathy’s place                             

June 29

Dreamspinner FBChat (8-11 am)

Moon Over Atlanta                    


Tequila Mockingbird

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.

No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.

Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.

Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.

Purchase Tequila Mockingbird at:

Also available on Amazon, Are and other online book stores.


Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.

Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.


Rhys has brought a fabulous giveaway! One lucky reader will get a free book code from Audible to use on any audio book. Just leave a comment at the end of the post to enter. The contest ends on Tuesday, July 1st at 11:59 pm EST.

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