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

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BLURB

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.

#ReleaseBlitz – Love Me Like You Do By Jaime Russell

 
 
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LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO (A Love Me Series)
BY: JAIME RUSSELL
RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 5TH

 

Abigail “Abby” Stephens grew up knowing her role. She would always be the ugly duckling or someone’s dirty little secret. She hides behind her computer screen playing her game. No one knew what she looked like just how
she played. Abby felt safe, secure and content on living this life, until him.
Cash Hawthorne was given the family business when his
parents were killed in a car accident. With the help of his sister, they run a successful hotel which is the premiere spot for weddings. Cash knew that marriage was not in the cards so he had the mentality of “Those who can, do and
those who can’t, teach,” that was until he met the one girl who broke through his walls.
Can Cash be the one to show her how beautiful and sexy she
is?
Can Abby be the one to show him what happens when love finds you?
Will they be able to overcome her abusive father and his
controlling sister?
Come along on this adventure with Abby, Cash and their band of misfits!

 

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“Why don’t we do something tomorrow night? Saturday night is a good night to party and since we are in our 30s, we will all be home by 11.”
I said that last part laughing and Rob joined in with me.
“So true so true baby girl. Now spill why you had a smile on
your face walking into your classroom and I get here, the smile is faded and you had this look of panic on your face.”
“You saw that did you?” He just nodded and waited for me to
continue. “I met this guy online in the gaming community. We have known each other for a year but more on a personal level the last few months. We have been emailing, Skyping, and text messaging each other a lot.”
“I see a but coming on or more to the story.”
“There is a but and a huge one at that! We started calling
on the phone when we are on breaks from work and at night. We just told one another that we like each other.”
“Has Abby decided to start dating? Oh, this is cause for
celebration.” Rob clapped his hands in excitement. He knows the hell I went through with all of the boys that I have been with and knows the toll it took on me.
“He lives in Florida and he doesn’t know what I look like.
What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he wants to make me his dirty little secret? What if I like him a lot and he breaks my heart?” I had tears coming down my face.
“I felt that same way when I met Aaron. We met online in the
same gaming community that you met Cash. I was terrified that he wouldn’t love me, break my heart, or even not feel the same way. I got over that in a hurry because we all need to take a leap of faith in the love department.”  Aaron stood about 5’11 and wasn’t as muscular as Rob but he was well built. He had brown hair, hazel eyes, and a beard. I
wasn’t a fan of beards but my God he made it look sexy. He was a doctor, an OB GYN. He had funny stories about how his female patients would flirt with and ask him out on dates but when they saw Rob coming around and he told them that
he was in a relationship with him, they were heartbroken. They were not upset about his lifestyle but the fact that he wouldn’t date them. Rob was doing well for himself.
“I am just an overweight girl who doesn’t deserve love and
is always going to be someone’s dirty little secret.”
Rob slammed his hand onto the table making me jump. “Why is it that you listen to all the people who are not worthy of you and ignore those who love you the most?”
“It is easier to listen to the negative than the positive.
The people who love me most will always say what I want to hear not what is true. Do you think I like being this way? Do you think I like doubting every man who comes into my life? Do you think I don’t want the husband, children, and know the feeling of what true love is? Until you have been subjected to this way of thinking all your life, don’t get mad at me for feeling like this, Rob.”
“Honey, I am not mad at you but just disappointed. You are
so beautiful and sexy that any man,” I went to open my mouth to say something and he held up his hand, “who is deserving of you. I wish you could see it. When you meet the man who is worthy of you, he will show you and you will
believe it. I think you should keep getting to know Cash and see where things go. Keep an open mind. If all else fails, think “What would Rob say?” I am very wise, just so you know.
I laughed, “Wise huh, maybe a wise-ass.” He feigned shock by
my words.
 
Jaime Russell loves to read and be sucked into a world that
she can only imagine. When Jaime isn’t reading she can be found playing World of Warcraft with her friends or working on a school assignment. Jaime is working on getting a degree in English so she can become an editor for other Indie Authors. Jaime’s love for her family and their support has helped her achieve her dream of becoming an author.
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#WOTR Author Spotlight – Elizabeth Sharp

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Elizabeth Sharp

Elizabeth Sharp

About the Author

I’m an author, a cover artist, a web designer and on occassion a formatter, which is a lot of hats to wear without even taking “wife” and “mother” into consideration. But I’ve been in love with books since I was three and I don’t see that changing any time soon. When I started writing seriously, I realized no one would buy a book that said Dull on the cover. Instead, I played on all the “opposite of Dull” jokes my friends made and became Elizabeth Sharp (The Elizabeth is for my grandmother).

When and Why did you start to write?

I was always telling stories, so no one in my family was surprised when I learned to write and immediately turned my new skill into a hobby. I dabbled for a couple decades, but once I got my first Kindle something changed. I learned about independent publishing, made a few new friends and launched on the road to publishing my first book. Nine books later I’m still going strong, and still proudly indie.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

I mostly read other authors I know these days. I do read some others, and this year I’m doing a special reading challenge to expand my library, but I prefer to support my indie friends. I would read anything with Robert Jordan’s name on it, though.

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

That I love mentoring the next wave. There’s always new writers waiting in the wings, and I love helping them to get their footing.

What are you working on now?

The shorter answer might be what I’m not working on. lol I have an adult paranormal about the four horsemen of the apocalypse, a spin of from my Forces of Nature series, a paranormal involving gypsy magic, and an anthology that will be published next month.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I used to think I was a pantser, but now I know better. I was always a plotter, just a little more subtle. I write out of order, fleshing out the big moments then piecing them together. The distance between A and B is far less indefinite than A to Z.

 

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#WOTR Author Spotlight – Amanda Meredith

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Amanda Meredith

Amanda Meredith

About the Author

I’m a wife, mother, amateur zoo-keeper, author, blogger, and wanna-be Betty Crocker from Central Illinois. I love to write, specifically romance, though I am working on a children’s picture book series. I’m also addicted to Pinterest, but who isn’t? My blog consists of writing tips and advice, author interviews and reviews, and other random bits of awesomeness. This year I plan on releasing my children’s book, attending my first major author event, and welcoming our third child into the world. I’m not sure which of those is going to be the craziest thing I do in 2016.

When and Why did you start to write?

I started writing in the second half of first grade. Before that, I was going to get held back because I just couldn’t read and write. But thanks to an amazing teacher who devoted a lot of time to finding the right ways to get me to WANT to read and write, I became one of the best in the class. I ended up writing my first story for the Young Author’s contest that year and won runner up out of the entire school (K-6). Since then, I’ve been writing and reading like it’s the only thing I CAN do. 🙂
Now, writing is a way for me to help others find that place where they discover a book (or genre) that takes them to another world, helps them forget about their problems, makes them happy, changes their life. If anything I write does that, for even one person, I consider myself a success.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

My list is endless. I’m a big supporter of finding the books or genres that speak to you personally. A lot of kids have problems, or no interest, in reading because they are forced to read books they aren’t interested in. My son loved to read books on dinosaurs at an early age. He didn’t have much interest in anything else. So that’s what he got the most of. I kid you not, he was reading paleontology books from the adult science section by nine years old. And he loved it. He’s now moved on to chapter books spanning multiple genres from Diary of a Wimpy Kid to Harry Potter. He loves to read. And part of that comes from being able to read what he enjoyed from a young age.
I was the same way as a child. Horse books were my epiphany. Marguerite Henry especially. But once I hit Jr High, I had moved on to JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, even Nora Roberts (don’t tell my mom I read romance that early, lol).
Now I stick to genres instead of authors, so I know I’m not missing out on any hidden gems by new/unknown authors. I used to read specific to romance, but now, I don’t limit myself to any one category, and I suggest other authors and readers do the same. You never know what you’ll find or what inspires you.

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

It moves at its’ own pace. There’s tons of websites and books, even a whole month of the year, devoted to writing a novel, in a short period of time. But I’ve found that deadlines and expectations can create forced writing and forced writing is not good writing. I’m a firm believer in writing what you feel and you can’t invent feelings if you just aren’t having any. I’ll sometimes go weeks without inspiration to write, then all of a sudden it hits me and I can’t stop. I’ve written 50K words in the span of a few days before. And when I read back through it, it felt natural and right. I’d rather take as much time as I need to write a novel that flows naturally, then force myself to write a certain amount of words a day and find half of them to be lacking in everything that makes a novel good. Which is also why I chose self-publishing. I make my own deadlines, which are usually non-existent, and have all the time I need to create my story without anyone breathing down my neck. The freedom of it keeps those creative juices flowing.

What are you working on now?

I’m the type of person that has too many irons in the fire… all the time. My next project due out is a children’s picture book that will be in the Zoo Adventures Series. The first story will be Manda Panda’s Tummy Ache, which is a remake of the book I wrote way back in first grade. I’m also working on two different contemporary romances, and a historical romance.
If I don’t feel like drawing, but I’m on a historical kick, I get out my historical romance. If I’m inspired by something in the now, I’ll pull out the contemporary romance. If I feel like not writing at all but want to be artistic, I pull out the children’s book. Add to that, I have a dozen notes on my iPhone of book ideas that popped into my head. I write them down so I can go back to them later.

 

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

Definitely a panster. I tried writing a general outline for my Irish Treasures Saga and gave up before I’d gotten the first book plotted out. It took all the fun out of writing for me. It was hard enough doing character charts/family tree/relationship tree to help keep track of the plethora of characters.
I write when I feel it. So that means I might write the end of the story before I’ve even started the beginning. I might have the middle all written out with nothing on either end. I might skip from one thing to another. It sounds crazy, and if you’re a plotter, you’ll definitely be wondering how I manage to write anything to completion, but it works.
Write the way that works best for you. Everyone’s brain work in different ways. Find the way that speaks to you and go for it. 🙂

 

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#Shifter #ShortStory – Full Moon Madness by Jenny Donovan

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Savannah has no need for a mate. Her alpha father has been pushing her to start looking since becoming of age but she has absolutely no interest in losing her freedom or of becoming someone’s baby-maker. How does all of that seem to come crashing to a halt in just one night.

Jaxon left Texas with no final destination in mind and no family to worry about him or to go home to. He really had no idea where he would end up, or what he would find when he got there. Somehow he seems to find everything he was missing and what he didn’t know he was looking for all at the same time.

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

If you love sassy and strong women then you will love Savannah.  If you love confident and sexy shifter males then you are gonna be drooling over Jax.

I loved the story of the girl who refused to get a mate and then moments later is barreled over by one.  The short is funny and sexy. If you are a shifter lover like I am you will enjoy the dynamic between our H/h.

 

 

#CoverReveal – INTO THE LIGHT by Aleatha Romig

We are very excited to share the cover for INTO THE LIGHT by Aleatha Romig. Into the Light will be published through Thomas and Mercer and scheduled to be released June 14, 2016. Look for thrills and suspense in this brand new series.

 

Into the Light

Into the LightAn investigator’s search for a friend draws her into a world darker than she could have imagined.

Sara Adams awakes blind, unable to remember the most basic details of her life, but her darkness seems a blessing when she discovers the terrors of The Light.

Stella Montgomery investigates the news on the mean streets of Detroit, where she’s noticed a disturbing trend: young women are vanishing. When her best friend disappears, Stella investigates—despite warnings from her police detective boyfriend—following a twisted trail that leads her through the city’s most dangerous and forsaken precincts. There she uncovers something more sinister than she could have imagined: a shadowy organization known as The Light, led by the enigmatic Father Gabriel.

As Sara struggles to understand her place in the strange world she’s awakened to—an oppressive cult demanding unquestioning obedience—and her feelings for Jacob, the husband she can’t recall and whose harsh and tender attentions confuse and beguile her, Stella risks all to discover the truth. But enlightenment always comes with a price…

 

Published through Thomas and Mercer and scheduled to be released June 14, 2016

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aleatharomig1Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Aleatha has raised three children with her high school sweetheart and husband of nearly thirty years. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she’s not imagining mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time a with her family and friends. Her other pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt your dreams!

Aleatha released her first novel, CONSEQUENCES, in August of 2011. CONSEQUENCES became a bestselling series with five novels and two companions released from 2011 through 2015. The compelling and epic story of Anthony and Claire Rawlings has graced more than half a million e-readers. Aleatha released the first of her series TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE, INSIDIOUS, in the fall of 2014. These stand alone thrillers continue Aleatha’s twisted style with an increase in heat.

In the fall of 2015, Aleatha moved head first into the world of dark romance with the release of BETRAYAL, the first of her five novel INFIDELITY series. She also began her traditional publishing career with Thomas and Mercer. Her books INTO THE LIGHT and AWAY FROM THE DARK will be published through this mystery/thriller publisher in 2016.

Aleatha is a “Published Author’s Network” member of the Romance Writers of America and represented by Danielle Egan-Miller of Browne & Miller Literary Associates.

 

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#PreOrder #March2016 #SportsRomance- Debt by Rachel Dunning @RachelDAuthor

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DEBT

By Rachel Dunning

Expected Release Date:

March 2016

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The Debt Collector

I pay my debts, and I expect others to.

I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take on dad’s debts. I refused.

And I paid for that refusal.

So did my sister.

So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I arrived.

Another debt.

I paid for that one too.

I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.

Besides, trouble is my middle name.

Kyla Hensley

I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolled over in the process.

I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.

I drink. I party. I meet guys.

But I wasn’t always like that.

I’ve had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.

She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.

But there’s a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.

Which is when I met the Debt Collector.

It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.

And yet…so unbelievably right.

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Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.

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~Logan~

I have no desire to settle down.

I have no desire to make Kyla be the last woman I’m ever with.

But, damn it, I’d like to be given a chance to do those things. Does she even feel anything for me?

I know I do.

I feel something.

Not love. Something else.

Like I need her.

Like I’d stop breathing without her.

Like the sun would stop being so bright or the sounds of the world so sweet if she disappeared.

~Kyla~

He stops. Lifts his head up again, still smiling. “You’re afraid,” he says.

“Yes.”

“Of me.”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you’re here.”

I clear my throat. “Y—yes.”

“Why?”

Because I’m an idiot. And you turn me on. And I’m an idiot. And you turn me on. 

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Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of the highly praised Naive Mistakes Series, Truthful Lies Trilogy, Johnny Series and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games.

A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.

She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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#WOTR – Enchanted by the Earl by Amanda Mariel

 

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Enchanted by the Earl

Amanda Mariel

Release Date: February 5, 2016 (As part of the Once Upon A Regency box set)

Length: 31k/ novella

Heat Rating: 2

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency

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Will Rose and Hunter overcome their differences and embrace true love?

Rose Woodcourt, a poor seamstress, is too proud to accept help, even when her home and freedom are threatened by the nefarious Mr. Wolfe. Especially not from Hunter Thorne, a titled gentleman far above her station. Earls only court common misses for one reason, and Rose has no interest in being a wealthy man’s mistress–however handsome and charming he may be.

Hunter is an honorable man; he refuses to turn his back on the spirited beauty regardless of how hard she pushes him away. As Mr. Wolfe’s threats evolve into actions Rose has little choice but to turn to Hunter.

Can the pair put an end to Wolfe’s nefarious deeds before Rose loses everything she holds dear, including her freedom?

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Hunter watched the sway of Miss Woodcourt’s hips as she strolled ahead of him. The way those breeches hugged her curves begged for his attention. He could not help but take note of her shapely legs, rounded derriere, and the flair of her hips. For a split second, he contemplated pulling her into his arms and ravishing her right there in the street.

The woman was off limits. An innocent, and he would not tarnish her, especially when he knew they could never wed. He tore his gaze from her luscious body, and tossed a glance at Sinclair, grateful his friend walked in front of her. The thought of the viscount admiring her assets caused his blood to heat. Pure madness, yet he seemed powerless to stop his reactions to her.

A scowl marred Rose’s dirty face as she glanced back at him. Hunter’s pulse sped at the sight of her displeasure. She must be miffed over the way he had handled her. With a weak smile, he stepped past her and reached for the door.

He did not care for the effect she had on him. The sooner they got this over with, the better. He withdrew a small tool and began to poke within the lock’s chamber.

“It refuses to budge. I need something longer.” He glanced over his shoulder. Sinclair stood so close to Miss Woodcourt, their arms touched. A ping of discomfort raced through him. Jealousy? He had to get away from this woman before she drove him to Bedlam.

Rose removed her hat, ran a hand across her auburn tresses, and pulled out a hatpin. “Try this.”

“Have you a history of breaking and entering?” Sinclair teased her.

Hunter’s body heated in anger, pulse throbbing in his neck. He did not want Sinclair teasing Miss Woodcourt, touching her, or even standing close to her.

What was going on with him? She meant nothing to him. He only helped because he was unable to ignore her plight. It was lust, plain and simple. Once he returned her home, these feelings would cease. For now, he needed to focus on gaining entry to Wolfe’s office.

Rose gave a quick smile and shook her head. “No, but I knew I would need something if I wished to open the lock. My pin was all I could think of.”

Hunter took the hatpin from her. His fingers tingled where they brushed hers.

“See? I told you I would be of use.” She winked.

He raised a brow at her scandalous behavior before turning back to the door. The woman was positively vexing. That she even imagined breaking into Wolfe’s office angered him. Still, her calculated plan was impressive.

Had he and Sinclair not had the same idea, she may have pulled her mission off without incident. He had never known a woman who would dare dream up such a thing, let alone attempted to carry it out, breeches and all.

“It should do the trick.” Hunter pushed the pin in the lock, wiggled it, and gave the pin a slight turn. The mechanism gave with a click. He allowed the door to open a crack before he pulled the pin out. “Sinclair, let us know if anyone comes.”

The viscount offered a nod before moving to the corner of the building.

Miss Woodcourt held her hand out. “My hatpin, please.”

Hunter put the pin in her palm before pushing the door open farther. He stepped aside for her. “After you.”

She entered the office without a word, leaving a trail of rose-scented air in her wake.

With a last glance at Sinclair, Hunter stepped into the office and closed the door behind them. He took another step into the dark space and suddenly her body was pressed against him. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

Her soft form molded to him as if she were made to fit against him. Still embracing her, he gently moved her to his side before she could feel the effect she was having on him.

She pushed his arm away and stepped from his embrace. “We need light.”

The cool night air quickly replaced the warmth of her body. He scowled, already missing her closeness. Bloody hell. She would be his undoing if he did not return her home posthaste.

 

Author Bio and Links

Bestselling historical romance author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. When she is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.

Amanda lives along the Lake Huron shoreline in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long-standing love affair with sugary junk food.

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You get the whole enchilada on Rafe & Alex for only $2.99, but there’s a catch, you gotta buy it NOW before the price goes up. Seriously peeps! Get your #OneClick fingers at the ready and pick this #Dark #Gritty #Serial up TODAY!

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One lie. One act of revenge. One obsessive love.

I was only fifteen when I sent the love of my life to prison for a crime he didn’t commit. Rafe Mason, rising MMA star, my brother’s best friend, and the guy my foolish heart yearned for. The guy my foolish heart won’t forget even now that eight years have gone by. But now he’s free and only wants one thing: me at his mercy.

And I am.

I’m a prisoner on his island, held captive by his deviant desires, bound by his justified fury. Even worse, I’m a hostage of my own treacherous heart. But the lie I told eight years ago is ricocheting, destroying lives and altering the course of fate. Neither of us saw it coming.

The violence and death. The betrayal. The utter destruction that leaves us in ruins.

How can a single lie cause so much devastation? Redemption seems impossible because neither of us can undo what’s been done. I belong to him as much as he belongs to me, and we’ll fight for each other or go down in flames trying.

Includes Torrent, Rampant, Fervent, and Vagrant. Intended for mature readers who enjoy a dark romance with a lot of suspense, disturbing themes, and a HEA. Not for the faint of heart. You’ve been warned.

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Gemma James is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author of a blend of genres, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction, and she’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”

She warns you to heed their words! Her playground isn’t full of rainbows and kittens, though she likes both. She lives in Oregon with her husband and their four children–three rambunctious UFC/wrestling-loving boys and one girl who steals everyone’s attention.

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Release Blitz – Fighting Solitude by: Aly Martinez

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Fighting Solitude is Book Three in the On The Ropes Series by Aly Martinez and is Quarry’s highly anticipated story.

 

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I was born a fighter. Abandoned by my parents, I spent my life forging my own path—one guided by my fists and paved with pain.

Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended. Outside the ropes, I repeatedly failed the few people who loved me. Including my best friend, Liv James—the one person I’d die to protect.

Even though I didn’t deserve her, Liv never stopped believing in me. Never gave up. Never let go. After all, she understood what I’d lost, because she’d lost it too.

Liv was everything to me, but she was never truly mine.

That was going to change.

I lost my first love, but I refused to lose my soulmate.

Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.

Fighting to be the man she deserves.

Fighting the solitude of our pasts.

Fighting for her.

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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.

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