Guest Post and Giveaway: Mad Lizard Mambo by Rhys Ford, “When Kai Discovers He Does Not Bounce #1”

madlizard_tour_bannerThank you for following the Mad Lizard Mambo tour. My name’s Rhys Ford and well, we’re going back to the first character I wrote for this genre, Kai Gracen.

When I first began to write seriously, I went with an urban fantasy featuring a bisexual elfin character named Kai Gracen. The first book was Black Dog Blues and to make a long story short, DSP Publications approached me about publishing it after I’d self-pubbed it following my publishing a few books with Dreamspinner. DSP Publications hadn’t started yet but it suited their catalog and well, it’s a Dreamspinner Imprint so of course I was on board.

Now, after a few years, I would like to introduce to you Kai’s second adventure, Mad Lizard Mambo. It takes place a little bit after Black Dog Blues and well, life’s just gotten more complicated for Kai. I hope you enjoy it as well as the three short pieces I’ve done for this tour.

The first, When Kai Fell in Love, is written a little bit after Dempsey took him in. He’s young in this section and while his Singlish isn’t great, he understands a lot of what he hears. This is two parts.

The second, When Kai Discovers He Does Not Bounce, is when he’s about in his early teens(ish) and he’s on a disaster of a hunt with Dempsey. This is in four parts.

The third, That Time Kai Rescued A Shoe, is a few months after Dempsey retired and he’s moved into his warehouse in San Diego. This is in three parts.

Hope you enjoy and don’t forget to enter the giveaway on this blog! Follow the stories as they unfold on the tour and enter to win a $20 USD Gift Certificate at the e-retailer of your choice at every stop!

When Kai Discovers He Does Not Bounce (part 1)

“Hold the shotgun steady, boy,” Dempsey screamed at me from across the truck’s cab. “I’m going to see if I can outrun these bastards.”
I’d lost count on how many times I’d heard him say that over the years and every single time, it was because he’d fucked something up. Just like he’d done not more than five minutes ago and now we had a pack of pissed off white howlers hounding our asses.
The shotgun was too big for me. Most of Dempsey’s shotguns were because he liked them like he liked his women; long, lean and hostile. The Red Betty Special he’d been favouring lately had a hell of a recoil and it left me bruised every time I shot it but we weren’t going to have much time to argue about weaponry. Not with the howlers on our trail.
For the most part, howlers were as sedate as cows…if cows were round balls of fluffy white fur with wicked forward pointing black horns and could spit acid with more accuracy than a baby boy pissing in his father’s mouth when he was being changed.
I’d learned that kind of accuracy watching Jonas diapering his second son and it’d been an interesting game of duck, weave and spit. The kid laughed its ass off when it scored a direct hit on Jonas’ mouth because even a baby knew when something was funny. Or maybe it had to be because Jonas laughed all the time when he was with his kids and the baby—Kamala—knew he was safe and loved. Either way, the little bastard could teach a howler a thing or two about aim and that was saying something because even at full gallop, a howler could nearly always hit its target.
With us being current said targets, there wasn’t going to be much hope for Dempsey’s truck.
This truck. Not much hope. To go with the other four or five trucks who’d lost their sides, fenders, engines and any chance of hope surviving the insane asshole who won me in a poker game more than ten years ago.
I wasn’t sure who had it worse…me or the truck.
We hit a rock. Or a rock hit us. Perspective and hindsight would force me to re-evaluate that if I wasn’t flying through the truck’s window and bouncing along the ridge. Stones and dirt scraped my back open and my shoulder was on fire. I’d be lucky if I had any skin left and as I tumbled across the desert floor, I realized I had a lot bigger things to worry about than a bit of road rash.
In the middle of my shit storm of pain and regret, I was lying in a heap between a thundering herd of white howlers and the asshole who’d just driven his truck through their nesting grounds, splattering egg juice and meaty bits all over the truck’s undercarriage.
White howlers are near-sighted or at least that’s what we’ve all figured. Of course, anyone would have trouble seeing if their tiny little eyes were buried under a mountain of flowing, frost-coloured hair. They maneuvered for shit, their stubby legs strong enough to hold up their nearly spherical bodies but turning was always problematic and once they got going, they were like out-of-control tik-tiks, stuck on a straight line until they could slow down enough to turn without topping over and rolling across the desert.
At the speed they were going…and given the fact I was laid flat out on my ass with a suspicious ache in my leg I feared I’d broken something… it was going to be less than a minute before I would be nothing more than elfin tartar beneath their sharp, little hooves.

madlizardmambofsMad Lizard Mambo

Rhys Ford

DSP Publications

Blurb: Kai Gracen has no intention of being anyone’s pawn. A pity Fate and SoCalGov have a different opinion on the matter.
Licensed Stalkers make their living hunting down monsters and dangerous criminals… and their lives are usually brief, brutal, and thankless. Despite being elfin and cursed with a nearly immortal lifespan, Kai didn’t expect to be any different. Then Ryder, the High Lord of the Southern Rise Court, arrived in San Diego, Kai’s not-so-mundane life went from mild mayhem to full-throttle chaos.
Now an official liaison between the growing Sidhe Court and the human populace, Kai is at Ryder’s beck and call for anything a High Lord might need a Stalker to do. Unfortunately for Kai, this means chasing down a flimsy rumor about an ancient lost Court somewhere in the Nevada desert—a court with powerful magics that might save Ryder—and Kai’s—people from becoming a bloody memory in their Merged world’s violent history.
The race for the elfin people’s salvation opens unwelcome windows into Kai’s murky past, and it could also slam the door on any future he might have with his own kind and Ryder.

Purchase Mad Lizard Mambo at these and other fine book sites:

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About Rhys Ford
headshot_Rhys FordRhys Ford is an award-winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban fantasy series and was a 2016 LAMBDA finalist with her novel, Murder and Mayhem. She is published by Dreamspinner Press and DSP Publications.
She’s also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? She shares the house with Yoshi, a grumpy tuxedo cat and Tam, a diabetic black pygmy panther, as well as a ginger cairn terrorist named Gus. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and enjoys murdering make-believe people

31 thoughts on “Guest Post and Giveaway: Mad Lizard Mambo by Rhys Ford, “When Kai Discovers He Does Not Bounce #1””

  1. Oh no, poor Kai. Look forward to the next part. I am enjoying these insights to Kai’s past. Congrats on the upcoming release. I am almost done re-reading the first book. Saturday can’t come quick enough 🙂

  2. Good heavens! Poor Kai looks like he’s in for a world of hurt, as noted earlier, it’s a wonder he survived to adulthood. Looking forward to the next installment, Rhys. Your blog hops are so much fun. Can’t wait to read Mad Lizard Mambo.

  3. Can’t wait to see how this one resolves! Plus this line – LOL – that really does happen (saying this from experience).

    “…a baby boy pissing in his father’s mouth when he was being changed.”

  4. Still following along….Even though this blog doesn’t seem to want to accept comment for some reason.
    RAVENSIMOON(AT)AOL(DOT)COM

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