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Jack & Coke – Lani Lynn Vale

Title: Jack & Coke
Series: Uncertain Saint’s MC #2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 6, 2016
Lies

Mig’s wife is a bitch.

How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants? 

That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his.

He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC.

Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window.

Deceit

Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him.

Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate.

Annie’s not a cheater, though.

When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship.

Betrayal

Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done.

He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken.

She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends.

The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that.

But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again.
“Go get the door for the policemen I can see outside,” I called. “And tell them you have a DEA Agent in your house so they don’t try to shoot me when they enter.”

 

“I already did,” I heard Annie say as she got closer.
I saw her only a few seconds before she disappeared around the edge of the hallway into the entry way beyond it.
Then the door was unchained, unlocked, and swung open.
Three cops were the next to enter, and I nodded at the one I knew.
“Hey there, Officer Kirkpatrick,” I called to my good friend.
We had drinks every week, sometimes multiple times a week.
I had to do some creative thinking to get away from my wife, and Officer Kirkpatrick, a.k.a. Bullseye, was one of them.
Well, I didn’t do him…but I hung out with him.
Often.
And Bullseye had a hell of a wife that didn’t care if I was over there as much as I was.
“What’s shakin’?” Bullseye asked.
“These two men here decided to break into Annie’s house. I’m just here making sure that they don’t get off with anything valuable,” I answered.
The other officer, Antonio Juarez, I didn’t know very well.
He was new, and hung out with the young’uns instead of us old folks.
Well, I was thirty-four, which wasn’t ‘old’ per se, but it sure as fuck wasn’t young, either.
“What’s that in his hand?” Juarez asked.
I looked down at Howard Ryan’s hand, and narrowed my eyes.
“That’s Annie’s purse,” I answered.
Annie’s ‘purse’ was more of a beach bag, and I didn’t know how the hell she found anything in it.
But I wouldn’t know what to do with her if she didn’t have it with her.
She’d been able to supply me with an ice pack, and a water on two different occasions, so I wasn’t one to complain when it was beneficial to me.
“Well, boys, let’s go for a ride downtown,” Bullseye said, walking behind Howard Ryan and handcuffing him.
Ryan shot me an evil look as he left, promising retribution, and I smiled at him.
Bring it, little boy. You can’t handle this, my look said.
Forty-five minutes later, the cops were leaving with both men in the back of two separate cars, and I was left standing on Annie’s front porch with her next to me.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at me with all sorts of promises in her eyes.
I touched my fingertips to her cheek and smiled down at her.
God, she was beautiful.
Long, wavy brown hair that went down to her mid back. Beautiful, full lips.
A smokin’ ass.
Light brown skin that was nearly the color of mine.
She wasn’t Italian like me, though.
She was Puerto Rican, and she wouldn’t let anyone call her otherwise.
I’d give anything to be with her but my life, and name, belonged to my wife.
God, if there was any way I could rewind a year, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I would’ve never invited my now wife, Jennifer, to the club party.
Jennifer was the exact opposite of Annie.
Rude, opinionated, and selfish.
Now she was six months pregnant with my child, and I hated every fucking second of my life.
“You’re welcome,” I said roughly. “I’m gonna have a few men over here in the next few days to install an alarm and make sure nobody can ever do that to you again.”
“Mig, what the ever loving fuck are you doing over there?” My wife screeched.
I winced and slowly dropped my hand, looking over at Jennifer like one would a pile of fish heads and vomit.
Then I turned around when I saw she was dressed in little to nothing.
How not surprising.
I’m a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I’ve been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we’ve produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
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Divine Merit – Virginia Cantrell

Sometimes you have to stop fighting in order to win.

Title: Divine Merit 
Genre: Paranormal Romance 
Release Date: January 29, 2016
Series: Divine Series, Book 1 
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
Editor: Hot Tree Editing
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing

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Trained from birth to become the ruler of the Nephilim and their island sanctuary, Amira is the perfect princess, until her birthright and even her fundamental beliefs are ripped away. She’ll discover perfection and training count for nothing when faced with a ruthless enemy determined to possess her and all she holds dear.

As captain of the Royal Guard, Caeden’s priority is to protect the Royal Family. Sometimes that means protecting the naïve princess from her own desires, even if he is tempted to give in. When a betrayer strikes from within, their sanctuary and very existence are threatened. Caeden must overcome the burning pain of helplessness to defeat this enemy and restore Amira to her rightful place. He will not fail his princess again.

Do they have the fortitude and inner strength needed to regain the kingdom and save their people?

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Tell us a bit about yourself.
I could tell you the boring facts, such as I’m thirty-two, I live in a small town in Texas, and I’m a single mother of two, but that doesn’t really give you a sense of who I am. So, I’ll give you the more intimate, random details.
My favorite color is silver. To me, it symbolizes balance, which is something I’m always seeking.
My favorite animals are squirrels and otters because they are playful and always seem happy.
When I’m sad, watching a video of a Great Dane jumping on a trampoline to peek over the fence can cheer me up.
The toilet paper roll must come over, never under.
I’ve been known to burn more than one dinner because I get caught up singing and dancing while I cook.
I have an irrational fear of looking into mirrors in the dark… can’t be sure who is looking back at you.
I’m a writer, so I obviously have an overactive imagination.
What inspired you to write your first book?
Fiction has always been my escape from the real world; it’s the only thing I’ve ever really been passionate about. Growing up, I knew I wanted to do something with books. I dreamed of being an editor or a publisher. I never once thought I’d be a writer. Although I always had character ideas and plots running through my head, the idea of being in the spotlight and really putting myself out there frightened the hell out of me. When I was twenty-five, I was going through one of the hardest times in my life. One day, I was talking with a friend of mine and she asked what my hobbies were and what I planned to do with my life. I was completely lost and had no answer. She knew me well enough to say, “You like books. Have you ever thought about writing?” Umm… no. I explained to her my reasoning, and her response was to order me to write her something. I’m excellent at following directions, so I did. I wrote a short story about a lost woman who was ready to change her life. When my friend applauded me and said she thought I had talent, it gave me the courage to believe in myself. And so I began Divine Merit.
How did you come up with the concept for Divine Merit?
I was mowing my front lawn one morning while singing along to my iPod. The song “It’s All Been Done” by the Barenaked Ladies came on and the idea of two immortals meeting up throughout time, loving each other, but never being able to stay together came into my mind. From there, I began to ask myself questions like “Why are they immortal?” and “Why can’t they be together?” And suddenly, Caeden started talking to me. He was so frustrated with Amira. She is a child playing games, nothing more. And there was the first line of Divine Merit. An angry Caeden continued to pace back and forth through my mind until I finally stopped the mower and went inside to write the scene. Then, like magic, the rest of the characters appeared and the story took a life of its own, completely straying from the original concept.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned in writing Divine Merit?
I was surprised to discover the author doesn’t actually have control of the story. The characters have a way of taking over and holding the author hostage. For example, at one point in Divine Merit, Levi announced he had a plan to trap the villain, and I was shocked. “What? What plan, Levi? We don’t have a plan!” For two days, I remained clueless to what he was planning, and then it turned out that his plan actually sucked, but thankfully, one of the ladies came up with something better to save the day.
Have you ever done anything strange or weird in the name of research?
Haha! Yes, I have, but luckily, I have a good support team to talk me out of the more wild things. Such as, I once asked to be punched in the face. The person I asked thought I was absolutely nuts and refused. My argument was, “But if I’m going to write about it, shouldn’t I know how it feels?”
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
An unedited scene from Divine Grace
“What is your relationship with him?” Trevin asked briskly, getting straight to the point.
He was unused to this feeling of jealousy, which aggravated his usual calm demeanor to near fury. They would settle this issue now, and if Inaya had any sort of feelings toward another man, well, he’d see to it that they ceased immediately.
“Excuse me?” she questioned with a look of confusion.
“You will answer the question,” he stated, not being one to repeat himself.
Inaya’s spine stiffened and her look of confusion turned to one of pure stubbornness.  “I don’t believe that is any of your business.”
“You know very well that it is,” he forced out through clenched teeth.
“If I remember correctly, you refused that right.”
Do you have any writing rituals?
I take long group showers with my characters. LOL. It seems like the majority of the scenes come while I’m either driving or in the shower. So when I’m uncertain of what comes next, I hop in the shower.
What book are you reading now?
Make Me Whole by Kaithlin Shepherd. I’ve become a huge fan of Ms. Shepherd in the last several months.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you for giving my stories a chance. I hope you can love my imaginary friends as much as I do. And thank you for your support and encouragement; it allows me to believe in myself and it means far more than you will ever know. I would love to hear from you, so please leave a review or feel free to contact me directly. There is nothing I enjoy more than talking about my imaginary friends.
Random Questions:
What’s in your fridge right now?
Not a whole hell of a lot honestly, but the most interesting thing is a half-eaten, blue, 9 inch gummy bear.
What song do you sing at the top of your voice every time you hear it?
When “I Will Do Anything For Love” by Meatloaf comes on, I don’t care who is around, I put on the performance of a lifetime.  ☺
Where did you last go on holiday?
In August of 2015, I participated in my first author signing in Florida at the Indie Author Bookfest. And let me tell you, some of my fellow authors are wild!
If feral aliens attacked your house and they were zapping your home with their Über super bombs, what five items would you save?
Well, first I would attempt to interview them, for research purposes of course. If that didn’t work out, I’d snatch up my Kindle, laptop, .40 Smith & Wesson M&P (See, they should have answered my questions, now gotta fight off those suckers.), my wallet, and my kids could come along too, I guess.
If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?
Don’t Pet My Unicorn 

Virginia’s greatest passion has always been fiction, particularly romance. The innocent in her loves the idea of a happily-ever-after, but she has a massive soft spot for the bad boys. If you ask her, she’ll tell you that she’s living her dream— getting paid to read and helping indie authors to create beauty by working as an editor for Hot Tree Editing. She’s inspired by the many amazing indie authors she has met and has (finally) found the courage to follow her other dream by becoming a published author.
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#WOTR Author Spotlight – Aly Grady

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Aly Grady

Aly Grady

About the Author

I’m a New England transplant living in central Indiana. I’ve been following my husband around for the past 24 years. Luckily, we have stayed put for the last 13 years and settled down with our two boys and our crazy Labradoodle (he looks like Fozzy The Bear from the muppets).

When and Why did you start to write?

I started writing less than five years ago. I was reading a ton of books while recovering from surgery. My husband challenged me to write something instead and out popped The Racer’s Widow. Since then I finished that series and I’ve been working on several other manuscripts as well as improving my writing craft with the help of my IRWA chapter mates.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

Janet Evonovich makes me laugh so I’ve read all of her Stephanie Plum books. I love historical fiction too from anyone I get my hands on.

What is the most surprising thing you have found out with the writing process?

The process of writing and getting my thoughts down on the paper isn’t the hard part. I’ve got a few things floating around in my head all the time so the stories are there. Editing though, is the part that I need to concentrate on learning how to be better at before I send it out to the professionals. Finding where I’ve gone off on a tangent, squirrel, and getting back in line with the plot.

What are you working on now?

Right now, I’ve “A Place To Call Home” almost ready to publish this Spring. It is a contemporary romance about an interior designer and a carpenter.

In November for NaNoWriMo I started a trilogy about a group of women planning their high school reunion. I hope to have book one finished before Writer’s On The River in July.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I am a pantser and then do a cheat plot. If I have a good idea for how I’d like the plot to go then I’ll make notes for myself at the end of the day. I guess it’s still me being a pantser but I’d like to think I put a little effort in, squirrel!

Social Links

AlyGrady.com
facebook.com/AlyGrady2012
@AlyGrady
alygrady@aol.com

Buy Links

The Racer’s Widow

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Racers-Widow-Aly-Grady/dp/1938701828/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1453218070&sr=8-1&keywords=aly+grady

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Chasing the Dream

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Dream-Racers-Widow-Story/dp/1939337585/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1453218070&sr=8-2&keywords=aly+grady

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/chasing-the-dream-a-racers-widow-story-aly-grady/1114863623?ean=9781939337580

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Taking a Chance

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B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taking-a-chance-a-racers-widow-story-aly-grady/1119236025?ean=9781940745763

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Ground & Pound – Emily Minton & Alexis Noelle

Synopsis
Kane Travis is one of the most successful fighters in the UFC. His name is known worldwide. Men want to be him, and women just want him. All Kane wants is the heavy weight title, nothing else matters to him. Not until, he see Emmy twirling around a pole
Kane has one rule, never give anyone else control. He doesn’t let anyone in, especially woman. The night he meets Emmy, he knows she is more dangerous than any opponent he has ever fought.
Emmy Sanders will do anything to care for her younger brother, even taking her clothes off at a seedy strip club. Ever since their parent’s death, she has been the sole provider for them both. All Emmy wants is to get her brother through college, nothing else matters to her, until she sees Kane sitting at the end of the stage.

Emmy has to have control over every aspect of my life. There is a time and place for everything, she never wavers from her plan. The night she meets Kane, she knows he is more dangerous than anyone she has ever met.

I see a light blue, sequined heel push out of the curtain. What follows is the hottest chick I’ve ever seen. She’s not very tall, maybe 5’ 5’’, but I swear her legs go on forever. They’re long and sleek, and the killer heels she’s wearing make them look even better. Shoes and all, they would look perfect over my shoulders while I bury my head between her legs.

She takes a few measured steps as she sways her hips, before turning her back slowly to the crowd. Her ass is barely covered in what I assume some would call a skirt, but it’s little more than a piece of material in the same shade as her shoes. Even with the dim light of the club, I can tell her ass is magnificent, two round globes that I’d love to sink my cock in between. She spins around, coming toward the front of the stage.

Her tits are about to burst out of her bra, which matches everything else. I’m not sure what to say about them other than holy hell. They’re not massive like the chicks’ sitting on my lap. Instead, they’re perfection, just big enough to fill my hand or mouth. The visual has my cock aching even more.
What draws my eyes the most is her hair. It nearly reaches her ass, and it sways from side to side with each move she makes. It’s blonde, but instead of being like that fake bottled shit, it’s the color of the purest honey. I can just imagine fisting the long locks as I pound into her, making her moan as I pull it, showing her that I am in complete control of her.
My eyes finally reach her face, and for the first time in my life, I understand pure lust. Her lips are luscious; they look as if they’re begging to be kissed, or be wrapped around my dick, and I would be more than happy to oblige. Her eyes draw my attention next and keep it. I’ve never seen anything quite like them before. The green color is so bright, they almost look like jewels. I have to wonder what they would look like if I were standing over her, shooting my come down her throat. Or, slamming into her from behind, her beautiful ass bouncing, me yanking her head back so I can see those green eyes glazing over as the orgasm rocks through her body.
I don’t have to wonder long, because her eyes lock on mine and her mouth falls open. She tosses her head back and lets out a loud moan, which I can barely hear over the music. In that moment, I know what she will look like when she comes, and I know I want her doing it while she’s riding my cock.
A second later, the spotlight hits her again, and she takes a step closer to me. She sways her hips from side to side, and my cock twitches in response. She shoots me a wink and moves toward the pole in the center of the stage. Just before she clutches it, she grabs her short skirt and tugs, leaving her standing in a light blue, jewel-covered G-string. I’ve never really cared what a woman wore under her clothes; I was always more interested in taking it off. Hell, if I wouldn’t love to find a way to fuck her in those panties.
Just as her eyes finally leave mine, the lyrics start to fill the room. Her hips gyrate with the beat as she twists around the pole. She flips herself around, grinding her ass against the pole, and then her green eyes come back to me while her hands slowly travel down her body. Licking her lips, she runs her hand lightly over her panties. My hands fist to keep from getting up and ripping her off that stage. I want her. Now.
My lips mimic hers, imagining the taste of her in my mouth. I can’t help but grind my hips up into the redhead’s hand, needing a little friction. She giggles, thinking my cock is hard for her, but there is only one thing it wants right now, and she’s on the stage in front of me. Her eyes fall on the girls sitting on my leg, and she laughs. She’s enjoying this little game. If she wants to play, we can.
About the author

Alexis Noelle

Alexis Noelle lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, and three kids. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.

She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.

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Emily Minton

USA Today Best Selling author,
Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State
home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her
husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Emily loves to read and has more
books on her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends
to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more
floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long.
She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.

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Wicked Steps – Cory Cyr

Title: Wicked Steps
Author: Cory Cyr
Genre: Erotic Adult Romance
Release Date: April 2016

Strong language, explicit sexual situations, M/F. F/F. 18+

If anyone had asked ten years ago, I never would have imagined I’d be a thirty-five-year-old widow today.

I could tell you I married Hartman Wick out of love, but it’s complicated. We were friends. He was dying. And he needed me. He also made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Of course, I agreed with the very best of intentions. But we all know what the road to hell is paved with.

All I ever dreamed of was owning my own gallery. A place where my best friend and I could introduce the masses to inspiring and new artists. Hartman promised me the deed to the gallery, wealth, and security for the rest of my life.


Instead, I find myself in a war with his estranged son Kieran—my stepson and one of the most prolific painters, known for his erotic shock art. He’s been plotting revenge against his father for years, and now that Daddy’s dead, he’s seized the opportunity.
Between the constant battles, heated exchanges, and threats of blackmail, I find myself inexplicitly drawn to this twenty-four-year old. He’s beautiful, seductive, arrogant, and evil. Not only is he a gifted artist, but he’s certainly inherited some of his father’s more unsavory traits. He truly is a Wick.

But then he takes things too far and pushes me to my breaking point. I’ve had enough. In retaliation, I make a plan.

And I almost feel sorry for him—almost. I’m sure, even as a child, he was never read a single fairy tale. Poor bastard.

He has no idea how truly wicked a stepmother can be.

 
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#WOTR Author Spotlight – Lacey Black

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Lacey Black

About the Author

I am an avid reader and vanilla latte lover! I love romance and look for a happily ever after in everything. I speak fluent sarcasm and have a bit of a potty mouth, both traits coming out in my writing. I reside in a small town in Illinois with my husband and 2 kids. My debut novel, Trust Me, reached #3 on Amazon’s Free Bestselling list, #2 on iBooks Free Bestseller’s list, and #1 on Amazon’s Contemporary Romance list! All of the books in the Rivers Edge series have been in the Top 100 on Amazon’s Contemporary Romance and Romance categories, respectively.

When and Why did you start to write?

I started working on my debut novel Trust Me in March 2014. As an avid reader, I’ve always had ideas bouncing around in my head. One day, I decided to take one of my “What if…” ideas and put it down on paper. I kept writing and writing and before I knew it, I had a chapter. So I freaked out. And then I sent it to my BFF and told her about my crazy idea. Before I knew it, I had a book.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

I have several go-to authors. Lauren Blakely, Melody Grace, Rachel Van Dyken, Marie Force, M. Leighton, and Ruth Cardello, just to name a few. These ladies could re-write the phonebook and I would buy it and love it!

What is the most surprising thing you have found out with the writing process?

Sometimes the characters stop talking to you. And I’ve discovered that you can’t force the process. It has to come naturally. Usually when this happens to me, I step away from the computer for a few days and regroup. When it’s time to sit back down, I reread what I’ve already written. Often this sparks new ideas or plot twists and suddenly, my fingers can’t keep up with my brain.

What are you working on now?

I am about to release the first book in my new series, Submerged, on January 26th! This book is a sexy contemporary romance with a suspenseful twist. The new series, Bound Together, has a common element: the hero and heroine are bound together by a surprise baby! All of my books also have their own HEA’s with no cliffhangers.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

Well, I plot out the major elements of the book, but I really let the characters take the story where they want. They always change things up on me when I’m least expecting it.

Social Links

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/authorlaceyblack/
Twitter – @AuthLaceyBlack
Blog – http://laceyblack.wordpress.com

Buy Links

Submerged (releases 1/26/16):
Amazon US: http://amzn.com/B0190P5EPQ
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0190P5EPQ
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0190P5EPQ
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/submerged/id1074135872?ls=1&mt=11
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/submerged-12
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Trust Me, Rivers Edge book 1 – FREE at all retailers:
Amazon US ~ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MV4DHAS
Amazon UK ~ http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00MV4DHAS
Amazon CA ~ http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00MV4DHAS
B&N ~ http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/trust-me-lacey-black/1120167189?ean=2940046102475
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Kobo ~ https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/trust-me-66

 

Beautiful Masterpiece – Gen Ryan

Unconditional love and unredeemable souls, not everyone can be saved.
Title: Beautiful Masterpiece
Author: Gen Ryan
Series: Thin Red Lines/ Book 1
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Thriller, Crime
Designer: Claire Smith
Release Date: February 20th
Madison Harper is no stranger to monsters.
After surviving an unimaginable childhood, she fights her past every day and dreams of working for the FBI to protect the innocent from monsters like her own father. Her plans are clear: finish her PhD, then join the next class of trainees.
Her father’s escape fast forwards her plans.
The two agents assigned to protect and instruct Madison offer her so much more than she ever expected. They teach her about love and pain, trust and loss. But not everyone can or should be saved.
Will Madison avoid being her father’s last Beautiful Masterpiece?

Continue reading Beautiful Masterpiece – Gen Ryan

#WOTRAuthor #Review – Promise Me Tomorrow by H.D’Agostino

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Title: Promise Me Tomorrow
Series: The Witness Series #3
Author: H. D’Agostino
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Suspense
Release Date: January 25, 2016
There’s only so much pain and loss one person can handle before they shut off emotionally. 

Detective Jase Stevenson experienced more pain than any one person should have to bear at a young age. After walking in on his parent’s brutal murder, he vowed to get revenge on the culprit. What he didn’t plan on was her. 

Tiffany Warner had her own set of problems growing up. All she wanted out of life was to be loved and to love someone in return. She never expected to fall for him, a man who seemed incapable of giving her the one thing she wanted… a tomorrow.

How long can one person wait before walking away? Are some people just broken beyond repair? Can Tiff convince Jase to let her in? 

Promise Me Tomorrow is book 3 in The Witness Series.


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Jace, Jace, Jace…..Tiff, Tiff, Tiff……These two caused me soo much stress in the beginning two books.  I was so excited to finally get to read their story.

Jace is a broken guy and just wait until you read his story.  Heartbreak, guilt, raw emotion about what happened to his family and why he is the Jace of today.  Tiffany is a “fixer”. She sees this guy and has a good me with him but she wants more. She wants to FIX him.  She wants more than just a night.  Jace just cannot commit.  He can’t give her the tomorrows she deserves.  When things get real heavy between Jace and Tiff, he runs.  He runs right into the bad guys who caused his heart to be destroyed as a young boy.

Now poor Tiff is DEVISTATED to say the least but she has Sam and Dev there to try and help her see that Jace will return and they can make it work.  WELLLL that might have been ok except that while undercover Tiff SEES Jace with another …uhm…ok I will call her a “Lady”.  Yeah that doesn’t end well!!  I loved the dance scene and my eye was alllll over Mason…yup ladies Mason is a hottie!!  Remember Mason the bouncer at the Rusty Nail??  HRMMM *Shakes head with remembrance*

The big show down happens with Tiff and Jace…I cannot confirm or deny but there may have been a tear or 500.  When Tiff and Jace come to some understanding the undercover story really kicks in and the bag guys get badder.  This stresses out Jace and his new, dare I call it, relationship with Tiff.

This story has suspense, hawt times…..come on you know what I mean, and tears.  OMG I can’t begin to tell you about the tears…the cemetery……….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……Cemetery you ask?  Yup CEMETERY!!

However what I am super excited about are the secrets that are revealed at the end of the book along with the lead in to Mason’s story…yup Mason needs a story.  After that dance scene I cannot wait to…uhm….get to know him Biblically!!??

Melinda's Review

I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.

The Witness Series is one of my favorites and I have been waiting for Jase’s and Tiff story. I enjoyed Dev and Sam but there was something about Jase.

At a young age Jase tried to help out his older brother only to find himself in over his head. When he realized how deep he is in its too late the damage is done. He lives with the guilt of what happened, vows revenge and knows he can never let anyone get close to him. Jase would never fully let Tiff in and would never be there when she woke up in the morning.

Tiffany only wants Jase to love her like she loves him and promise her tomorrow. Instead he runs deciding revenge is what he needs to do. Does Tiff have enough love for the two of them or will she more on herself to find her tomorrow?

I so enjoyed the banter between Tiff and Jase you can see there is a spark between them but Jase holds back and does not want to admit it. One of my many favorite scenes was when Dev, Sam, Tiff and Mason went to The Stoplight. That didn’t go over well with Jase. I also loved the scenes where Jase would let his guard down around Tiff when they were together. It tugged at my heart when Dev knew Jase was having a bad day and where to find him. There were times my heart ached for what Jase and Tiff were going through and the situations Jase was putting them in.

This is not a cliff hanger like some of Heather’s books have been in the past. It can also be read as a standalone even though it is the third book in the series. I loved this ending and how it sets up the next book in the series. I’m so excited the next one is Mason’s book because he needs a HEA.

 


 

Amazon bestselling author of the Second Chances series and the Shattered Trilogy, Heather D’Agostino writes contemporary and new adult romance set in Boston, New York, and North Carolina. Heather has always enjoyed creative writing, but never pursued it as a career option. Born and raised in Harrisburg, NC she received a BA in Elementary Education from the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. After teaching for six years, she decided to leave the profession to be a stay-at-home mom. After finding the world of Fan Fiction, Heather decided to “get her feet wet” in the literary world. With much encouragement and inspiration from the Fan Fiction world, she made the decision to publish her work. Heather prides herself in the fact that her books have real life situations with believable characters. These characters could be your best friend or your next door neighbor. Her first book, Unbreak Me, has been welcomed with open arms into the self-published community giving her the encouragement needed to continue to pursue this dream. Heather currently lives in Syracuse, NY with her husband, two children, two dogs, and three cats. She enjoys spending time with her family, watching sports, and playing chauffeur for all her children’s activities. You can follow Heather at www.facebook.com/H.DAgostino.Author or follow her on twitter @hdagostino001. Wanna make sure you don’t miss any news? Sign up for H. D’Agostino’s newsletter at http://hdagostinobooks.weebly.com/

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#WOTR Author Spotlight – Amy Hale

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Amy Hale

Amy Hale

About the Author

My name is Amy Hale and I’m the mother of a 19 year old and a 17 year old. I’ve been blissfully married for almost 25 years. I’ve always loved writing and have been doing it professionally in one form or another for the last 12 years. In 2014 I moved from writing non-fiction to fiction and my first book was published in January of 2015. I’ve since released two more books and my schedule for 2016 will be a full one! I really enjoy a good love story, so I like to blend romance with suspense, paranormal, and humor elements in my writing.
When I’m not making up stories, I’m busy enjoying time with my family and friends. I also love music, reading, and photography.

When and Why did you start to write?

I have always loved to read. In school I wrote poetry and short stories. Once I had children, I wrote stories just for them. I’ve always felt drawn to writing and storytelling. I’ve probably spent most of my life with a story of some sort rattling through my brain. After some encouragement from friends, family, and fellow writers I decided to take the leap into writing fiction. While it’s certainly hard work, I love it. I hope to be able to do this for the rest of my life.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

I have a variety of tastes. As a teen I was really into Stephen King. Now that I’m grown I’m less into the gore, but still admire his talents. I love historical romance – I find it fascinating. Julia Quinn has been one of my favorite authors for years and I was thrilled to finally get to meet her last year. I also adore Jennifer McQuisten, Mary Balogh, Kat Martin, and some of Pamela Britton (when she was still writing historicals). As for contemporary – I will happily read anything by Jamie McGuire, Colleen Hoover, J.L. Berg, Denise Grover Swank, Eric Asher… too much talent for me to even list here.

What is the most surprising thing you have found out with the writing process?

I think the most surprising thing I’ve learned during the writing process is that the characters really do take over. I know it sounds cliche and exaggerated, but it’s not. When I’m working on my books, the characters take on a life of their own. Sometimes they gently guide me through their stories. Other times they slap me right over the head with it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve written something, then sat back in shock over what just happened. It’s the best form of madness.

What are you working on now?

I’m almost done with my second book in The Shadows Trilogy – Shadows of Deception. I’m looking forward to sharing this adventure with my readers who fell in love with Jane and Colt in the first book. I think they are really going to like, and be surprised by, the events in store for our lovely and gifted Jane. And who wouldn’t want more of hot biker boy Colt?
This book was supposed to release in November of 2015, but circumstances prevented that from happening. If all goes as planned, the timeline for release will be in March 2016.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m actually a little of both. I usually know my beginning and my ending, but I pants my way through the first few chapters until I get a feel for the Character arcs, then I plot the rest to be sure I stay on track.

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First Chapter Reveal – Unrequited (Fallen Aces MC Book 1) by: Max Henry

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She was, still is, and will never be anything but my everything.

Our love was all consuming, passionate, and forbidden. We took risks to be together, carrying on an affair for almost a year before her psychotic drug lord husband found the truth behind the lies. She barely escaped with her life … and that of my son.

My club president told me that our love was no longer worth the risk, gave me a choice, and loyalty to the club being what it is, I walked away from her. I left behind the only thing I’ve ever wanted more than life itself and remained the dutiful soldier to a corrupt leader.

Six years and a promotion to club president later, it’s time the lies stopped. She IS worth the risk, I’ve NEVER gone a day without thinking about her OR my son, and I know underneath it all she DOES still love me. She just won’t admit it … yet.

It’s time to run this club my way and make my family what it should have always been—complete. The road may have been long and lonely, but the journey is far from over.

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First Chapter

CHAPTER ONE

 

Another day, another screwed up job completed for the club. I wrap my hand over the spreading crimson on my left shirtsleeve and do what I can to staunch the flow of blood from the gash in my forearm. In all honesty, I’m lucky a nick from a stray bullet is all I walked away with. Gunfire rained over us like mid-summer rain as we bolted to our bikes. A simple drop-off, a whispered message in the right ear—it all sounded so easy at our early morning briefing, but from the moment we walked into that abandoned warehouse my gut never fully settled. The job was due to head south from the get-go; that much was obvious. We weren’t supposed to walk out alive. Thing is, I’m not sure how it was the Blood Eagles MC knew we’d be there. The information had to have stemmed from inside our club walls.

A tinny bell rattles as my fellow prospect, Callum, shoves the door to the corner market open. He’s probably the closest thing to a best friend I’ve got, and after what went down just now, the only brother I trust.

The shopkeeper lifts a set of world-weary eyes from his paper and roves the length of the two of us. His grimace says it all: that he’d rather not deal with our type—tattooed, leather-clad, and marked as prospects for an MC—but we’re paying customers, and my guess is that he doesn’t see too many of those, given the dusty stock on the first shelf we pass.

The steady chink of the buckles on my boots echoes off the stocked aisles, mirrored by the heavy thud of Callum’s feet as he wanders ahead of me. The pain in my arm isn’t anything too severe, but the nick from the bullet caused enough damage to make the sting annoying all the same. I glance down and lift the side of my hand to check the injury out. A tear in the plaid of my work shirt is the only sign there was contact made . . . aside from the large red stain spreading across the white squares in the fabric, that is.

“This do?” Callum lifts a box of fabric Band-Aid patches from the shelf and holds it over his turned shoulder so I can see.

“Yeah. It’ll do.” I really only need something to stop the flow of blood long enough for it to go hard.

We’re on the outskirts of Kansas City, six hours from home, and three hours into our ride. We should have made the one hour trip back to our southern brothers at Fort Worth after the shit went down, but I managed to convince Callum we’d ride through, that my arm would stop bleeding after a while. One night with those southern boys is more than enough for me; I can’t be fucked with another night of next to no sleep thanks to their habit of partying until dawn. Call me old before my time, but I like how laid back our chapter is—I like my sleep at night. Stupid bull-headed me thought I’d be able to hold off any sort of first-aid until we arrived back at our own clubhouse, and push through.

The streaks of red down my fuel tank say otherwise.

Callum turns for the counter, hesitates, and then swivels at the waist to reach out and grab himself a bottle of Coca-Cola to go with our impromptu purchase. My eyes fall to the floor briefly, and I cringe at the drops of blood that drop with a heavy splat to the linoleum beside my boot. The blood has soaked my shirt to the point where it now runs in a rivulet down my arm, snaking over my thumb, before it dives from the point of my index finger. I ball my hand into a fist and try to redirect the stream long enough to stop the drip. My head swims, and I snag a packet of Milk Duds to give myself a needed sugar-boost.

The entire ride here from the drop-off my mind’s gone crazy trying to work out who would rat us out like that. Protocol says I take this to our sergeant at arms, Beefy, to handle. But what if he’s in on it? Do I go straight to Prez instead?

You get sat down with the charter when you sign up as a prospect and made to memorize it. I could recite to you every fucking point on that document, but fuck me, there wasn’t shit all in there about what to do when you suspect a snake in the grass.

The bell over the door sings out again, and placing my addition on the counter, I move my gaze from where Callum exchanges cash with the shop owner to the source of the noise. The minute I lock eyes with the raven-haired beauty, I know my day couldn’t have gone better. Everything happens for a reason, and apparently, being shot and needing to stop off for supplies happened so I’d cross paths with this woman.

She moves her gaze between Callum and myself; her slender fingers tighten over the handles of her canvas shopping bag, and purse, which she has slung in the crook of her elbow. Everything about her is elegant, although the fire in her eyes speaks of a woman who knows how to hold her own. She’s a classic beauty, her feminine curves showcased in a light summer dress that cinches tight at the waist, flaring in the skirt, and wrapping about her neck in a halter. It’s an old style done new, and she fucking rocks it.

“Eyes front, soldier,” Callum teases.

I glance away to find him beside me with the top off his Coke already. He takes a long pull, his eyes on the Hispanic woman in the summer dress as well. Lowering the bottle, he swallows the drink down and lets out a low whistle through his teeth. “Pretty.”

The woman’s moved on, busying herself with her shopping. Yet the way her hand moves aimlessly along the row before she finally plucks something for her bag, it tells me she’s not really focused on the task at hand.

Callum moves for the exit, ushering me along with a tip of his head. “Come on.”

I follow numbly, and steal a glance back at the woman as she rounds the end of the first aisle to face our way. Her eyes lift over the top shelf and meet mine as I come close to walking into the doorframe. I’m too focused on her and not on what I’m doing. Great first impression, King. At the sound of Callum’s laughter, I reluctantly look away and exit into the midday sunshine, shaking my head at my own idiocy.

The leather creaks as I make myself comfortable on the seat of my bobber to rip open the Band-Aid box and pull out a wide strip of gauze. I place it between my lips to free up my hands. Blood drips onto the leg of my jeans, blending in with the dirt and grease that stains the dark denim while I roll my shirtsleeve carefully back. My vision swims, the loss of blood on an empty stomach stealing my focus, and I squint a few times to work through it. The nick isn’t much more than a couple of inches long, but it’s deep. The angle it clipped me tore a decent line straight through the meaty part of my forearm. I twist my arm over to wipe it clear on my jeans before I awkwardly tear the backing off the Band-Aid and situate it over the worst of the injury. The tacky edge lifts with the blood that flows fresh, so I add another three strips and end up with some mashed up lump of sticky gauze covering the better part of my forearm.

The whole time, my thoughts are on her. The woman was nothing short of a stunner. Large eyes, high cheekbones, a pointed jaw, and the supplest flesh I’ve ever itched to feel under my rough fingers. To walk away without at least learning her name seems like a fucking crime.

“You hungry?” I ask Callum.

He stands beside his Fat Boy, looking my way as he takes another pull of his drink. His eyebrows bob as though to say ‘Do you need to ask?’ He drops the bottle from his mouth and frowns. “I thought I just bought you a candy bar or something.”

“Yeah, I need more,” I lie.

A bakery three doors to the right of the grocer is the closest place to eat. It’ll do. At this moment, a pet store could be the only thing in sight and I’d still make an excuse to head in. Wiping as much of the blood off my arm as I can, I dismount and head towards the bakery, looking in the windows while I pass the grocer. The dark-haired beauty holds a box of something before her, frowning at whatever it is she’s reading on the side. Movement in the reflection on the glass catches my eye and I refocus to find Callum behind me, grinning like a fucking idiot.

“You’re not hungry, are you?”

“Not for food,” I reply, fixing my attention back to her as she moves towards the counter.

“Jesus,” Callum mutters. “Don’t fuckin’ tease me like that. I thought you were goin’ to feed me.”

“You’ll keep until we get back.”

He stands in silence beside me as we both eye her unload the handful of items she’s collected onto the counter.

“You’ve got to fuckin’ man up, brother.” Callum jams both hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels as he grins my way. “Just mill around until she leaves and ask her to hang out.”

I raise an eyebrow at the idiot. Ask her to hang out? “Do you even remember what we’re on our way home from?” I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I’m pretty sure Prez will be looking for details after that fucking ambush. “We ain’t got time to be ‘hangin’ out.’”

“Then tell her to come for a ride. She can waste time with the other women while we debrief, and then party’s on, buddy.”

Too fuckin’ right the ‘party’s on.’ Does he remember who we are? We’re prospects for the largest-growing MC chapter in Nebraska and its surrounding states. And what’s rule number one for a prospect when it comes to women? Don’t take her back to the club unless you’re happy to share her around. “I’ve got more respect for a woman than what ‘hangin’ out’ would mean, man.”

Just ask her to hang out. Pshh.

“Well fuck, whatever,” Callum says, throwing his hands in the air. “Don’t bring her back then. But I’m tellin’ you now, if she ain’t so hot on bein’ around the club property, then she ain’t going to be none to hot on hangin’ around with the likes of us at all.” He points toward the window behind me. “You better make up your mind; she’s on her way out.”

Fuck. When all hell broke loose back at the warehouse, I kept my cool. As the bullet tore through my flesh, I never flinched. Even when I realized how badly I was bleeding, I didn’t blanche. But five words from my closest friend, and I’m sweating buckets. What the fuck do I say?

I’m twenty-four years old, and I’ve had three girlfriends in my time. Only one of those stuck around long enough to have us classed as being in a proper ‘relationship’. I’m the shy guy when it comes to women, the one who blends into the background while his friends put their best moves forward. Relationships, interactions with people—they confuse me. I bury myself in work, apply myself religiously to a project, and I fucking excel.

The loner aspect to the outlaw lifestyle is what made me sign up to prospect for the Aces in the first place, because I’m exactly that—a loner. I’m an introvert. I like my own company—it doesn’t complain, confuse me, or expect things I can’t deliver. Don’t get me wrong, I like the feel of a woman, the softness only the feminine touch can offer, but fuck . . . they scare the living shit out of me most of the time.

Still, I’d be a fool to let her slip away because of some boyish fear of the unknown.

Suck it up, King.

Callum nods toward the entrance to the store, but there was no need to—the bell over the door does a fine job on its own of tolling my fate. He clears his throat as the soft patter of her shoes recedes behind me. “You going to go get that?”

My nostrils flare, and I fight back the bitter laugh that wants to escape. “I guess I should.”

He smirks. Fucker. “She turned right.”

I spin on the spot. Shit. She’s gone from sight, just as he said. A part of me wants to call it quits, to take the easy road out and walk away. As it is, I’m not short of options when we get back to the clubhouse; Apex keeps a good stock of girls on hand for the boys. I don’t need her. But I want her.

“Come on, sad sack. We should probably go and get you fuckin’ stitched anyway.” Callum makes a move to get on his bike and leave, but my protest stops him in his tracks.

“No. Give me five.” I hold up my hand to indicate he should wait where he is and spin around to go after her. Vibrations jolt through my body with each fall of my boots as I take off at a jog to catch up to the woman.

Reaching the intersection in the road, I hook right and come close to bowling her over in my haste. She yelps, moving back to avoid a collision, and catches her heel on an uneven patch of concrete at the base of the shop wall.

“I’m sorry.” I raise my hands with palms toward her as though she’s some spooked horse who needs placating. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I was in the way,” she cuts in. “Don’t apologize.”

Her voice is deep, throaty, and sexy as hell with that slight lilt of an accent. I take a step back and look her over, noticing now that her shopping bag and purse are between her feet, and she has a compact clasped in one hand, lipstick in the other.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I ask, glancing each way up the street. Be just my luck she has a boyfriend on his way to pick her up.

“No, I wasn’t,” she replies with a snap of the compact.

Uncertain of how to behave while she bags her makeup, I jam my hands in my armpits, being sure to cross my injured arm on top, and widen my stance. I should say something. Be handy if I had conversational skills, for a start.

“Were you on your way somewhere?” she asks as she straightens up. “You looked like you were in a hurry.” Her tone is clipped and terse.

Heat flames my neck and ears. Why did I think I could do this? “Uh, yeah. I . . .” Just say it. “I was trying to catch up to you.”

Her throat bobs. “Oh?”

Words. They’re just words. But they’re also some enigma that I can’t solve, a problem wedged in my throat. Seconds pass like hours. Her wide eyes prompt me to say something; a flush creeps into her cheeks. But my embarrassment triples with each imaginary tick of the clock. I’ve fucked it up. Why bother trying now?

“I thought you dropped something, but I’m just . . . I guess I was . . .”

Her face falls, softening the longer I take to try and spit it out. The lie is so damn transparent, the reasoning pathetic. Why do I find it so hard to talk to women, but I can ride a bike and handle a gun as second nature?

I make a hasty retreat back around the corner, dying from embarrassment, and come smack up against Callum. He shunts a heavy hand into my shoulder and demands under his breath, “Get back ’round there, you fuckin’ pussy.”

“I can’t,” I whisper, fighting my spinning head from the shunt. “I fucked up what I was going to say.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He leans close, getting right in my face. “She’s just a girl.”

“Exactly.” I cast a cautious glance behind me and check she’s not there, listening. “I can’t talk to women. I choke.”

“Why?” He pulls his head back, confusion written across his face.

All I can do is shrug. Why indeed?

“Piece of advice, brother,” Callum whispers, looking behind me briefly. “She’s human too. Treat her like one, and ignore the fact she’s got the opposite bits to you. Makes things a lot fuckin’ simpler.” He gives me a shove to the chest and sends me stumbling back past the edge of the building.

Fighting the terror at what I’ll discover, I turn my head to the left and find her in exactly the same spot. She smiles. It fucking slays me.

“What happened to your arm?” She gestures at my reddish-tan Band-Aids.

“Accident.”

“Is it okay?” She steps around her shopping and moves toward where I’m rooted to the sidewalk.

I lean back and check the other way to find Callum making himself scarce. “It should be good now.” Her warm brown eyes meet mine as she stops before me.

Long fingers rest lightly on my arm just above the wound. My flesh tingles at the contact. “I’m staying with somebody not far from here if you’d like me to clean it properly. I’d just . . . I’d have to sneak you around the back.”

I frown and check her hand for a wedding ring. Nope.

“It’s complicated,” she explains. “The person I’m staying with, they . . . well, he’d get annoyed if I brought anyone back, let alone somebody like you.”

Right. I glance down at my leathers, steel-toed riding boots, and general rough appearance. She has a point. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll sort it out when we get home.”

Her hand drops away, and I fight the urge to reach out and take it in mine. “Of course you will.” Her gaze is scathing as it runs the length of me. “I don’t know why I offered. It’s not like I’m your type anyway.”

“I don’t really have a ‘type.'” I ran after her, for fuck’s sake. How much more obvious can I make it that I’m interested? “You shouldn’t make assumptions about people like that, anyway.”

“I didn’t think it was an assumption, more an observation.”

“Well you got it wrong.”

She stares at me a moment, jaw set hard and clearly lost for words. I consider walking away and leaving this train wreck of a conversation behind when she ducks her head, shaking it. “I’m sorry. I’ve had a rough morning.”

“You and me both, babe.”

Her face lifts, and she matches my smile with her own. “Probably you more than me, right?”

I shrug. “Probably.”

She chuckles quietly, the soft sound dying off to an awkward silence. We hold each other’s gaze for a beat; the rich flecks in her brown eyes appear to shine in the sunlight. With a short, humorless laugh, she turns away to collect her bags. I panic. She can’t leave yet. Not when I’ve put this much damn effort into approaching a woman, for a change.

“You seein’ anyone?” I spit the words out before they have time to stick in my throat.

“Right now? Only you.” The woman winks, rendering me useless. “I’m here for a little while. Perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to meet again when you’re not hurt and needing to go home?”

If only. “I’m not from around these parts.” Her face blanks, and I madly file through my thoughts to find something that’ll make her feel better. “But then again, neither are you, right?” She did say she was staying with someone.

She shakes her head, a section of hair falling into her face with the movement. “Not here specifically, but where I live is a short drive south, just outside the city limit.” Her long fingers sweep the lock behind her ear as her gaze drops to the pavement.

South. And I’m north—way north. We’ve got fuck all chance of meeting again; I have no idea when I’ll next have reason to stop in Kansas City. Life always has a way of fucking with me.

The tired look slides from her face, and her freshly painted lips curl up into a well-practiced smile as she sucks in a breath and squares her shoulders. She’s clearly a pro at hiding her real feelings, a top-level illusionist. “Until we meet again . . .”

“King.”

She tips her head to the side and narrows her eyes, acknowledging my road name. “It was nice to meet you today, King.” She holds out her hand for me to shake. “Elena.”

“Elena,” I echo, and lift her fingers to my lips instead. Her eyes spark as I lay a gentle kiss on her knuckles, fire racing through me as I do, and let go. The simple reaction is enough to justify the incessant drumming of my heart.

She places a heel behind her, taking cautious steps backward and stoops to collect her bags. “Your club.” She gestures to my prospect patch with her chin. “What’s their name?”

I glance down at the side panel of my cut as I answer; the club name is small and hard to read on the stitched bar. All the more reason I can’t wait to prove I’m worthy of the center patch. “Fallen Aces.”

“I haven’t heard of them before.” She frowns. “Where are you based?”

I turn part-way around, thumbing over my shoulder at the bottom rocker without taking my eyes off her. “Lincoln.”

“Lincoln.” Her gaze falls to the large lettering. “I’ll be sure to look you up if I’m ever your way.” She smiles, but the regret is clear in her eyes.

She knows as well as I do that our chances of crossing paths again is next to none.

Still, there’s a slim chance.

And I’m fucking holding on to it with both hands.

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Author Bio

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Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centred around a group of men who met living on the street, who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. Her writing has been described as ‘gripping’, and ‘addictive’, taking you on an ’emotional roller coaster ride’.

Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing. When she’s not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.