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#ReleaseDay #Giveaway – Stalk Me by Lily Ryan


Every good girl needs a bad boy to set her free!

To anyone on the outside, I had a picturesque life, like a scene on the inside of a snow globe.
I didn’t realize how I longed to be set free, until a set of blue eyes looking in, shook things up and shattered the glass around me.

It’s been five long years since I’ve seen Dylan Stark. The man who owns my heart. Five years since we last spoke. Touched. Kissed. Because, Dylan confessed to a murder he didn’t commit.

Everything changed since he’s been gone. There are things I need to explain. Secrets I’ve been keeping.

Now Dylan is back, and he’s dangerous as ever, because he still owns my heart. He shakes up my world and makes me want to confront the truth.

I don’t know if he can forgive me, so I’m not sure if this is our story’s end, or if we are at the start of a new beginning…

Stark Me is a second chance romance between a bad boy gone good, and a good girl gone bad.

“What the fuck happened?”

Sirens blare. My head hurts. No, it doesn’t hurt, it feels like it’s bursting at theseams. It’s about to blow into a million tiny pieces any second now.

I blink my eyes a few times to clear my blurred vision. Two sets of worried blue eyes stare back at me.

“Thank the fucking Lord,” Shea Sullivan says, gathering me into his arms. I want to push him away, because this only makes the sharp pain in my head worse, but I can’t.

It’s the other pair of eyes I can’t pull my stare from. The blue eyes with a storm, more savage than the tornado that tore Dorothy from Kansas, brewing in them. The deep blue eyes that narrow on me with anger and suspicion. The blue eyes that I long to see a hint of compassion in, even if it’s only for a moment. The eyes of bad boy Dylan Stark.

“What the fuck happened?” Dylan repeats, anger heavy in his voice.

His words hit me like a slap in the face. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I look around, and that’s when I see it. Blood. All over me. Smeared on my shirt. Covering my hands. A scarlet-streaked knife beside me.

Panic settles into my brain, clawing its way into my soul.

“Jimmy,” I whisper. “Where is Jimmy?”

No answers are given before the police storm the front door, guns drawn, arms extended ready to shoot.

“Hands where I can see them,” a voice booms.

We do as we’re told, and I notice that I’m the only one with blood on me.

My eyes are glued to Dylan, because whatever went down here, it’s going to affect him most of all.

“Where is Jimmy?” I demand.

Dylan doesn’t answer. He just stares at me, jaw clenched, a cold, hard look in his eyes, as he’s read his rights and a pair of handcuffs is slapped tight on his wrists. He’s angry, unresponsive, as they shove him out the door.

“Are you hurt?” An unfamiliar voice directs the question at me.

“Yes.” I touch my chest instinctively, but all seems fine. No cuts. No stab wounds. “No.” I’m confused. I look back down at my hands. If I’m not hurt, where did all this blood come from? “I mean, I don’t really know. My head is a wreck.” A new set of eyes evaluates me with scrutiny.

Shea’s taken outside, but unlike Dylan, he goes of his own free will, without theaide of cuffs or anyone pushing him forward. The officer watching me presses a button on the communication device attached to his shirt collar and speaks. I don’t know what he’s saying; it’s all jumbled, and my mind is on Dylan.

A team of two men come in. A penlight is flashed in my eyes, and sharp pain sears through my head.

“Fuck!” I say, screwing my eyes up tight and holding my head between my hands. “That hurts.”

After a brief examination of my body, one of the men asks if I can walk.

“Sure,” I answer, getting to my feet.

As soon as I’m halfway up, a wave of dizziness and nausea sweeps over me. I extend my hands to break my fall, because I’m going down and the floor is coming at me at warp speed.

The men are talking. I don’t know if it’s to me or to each other. Sound has left me. Sight, too. Darkness creeps in from the corner of my eyes and spreads inward until I can’t see anything but the comfort of nothingness it offers.


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#WOTR #Review #Shifters – Claiming His Need (Feral Breed Motorcycle Club #2) by Ellis Leigh

Claiming His Need (Feral Breed Motorcycle Club, #2)

He waited four hundred years for her…
She only ever wanted to find her mate…
Their time has come.

Gates is a legend among his fellow wolf shifters. For more than four centuries, he’s lived without a mate, something nearly unheard of in his breed. He’s spent that time mastering the art of the kill, becoming a lethal weapon for the Feral Breed Motorcycle Club, and earning a reputation as the Gatekeeper.

Kaija Wariksen grew up as the Valkoisus pack princess. The Alpha’s only daughter and a powerful Omega shewolf, Kaija’s beauty and place within the pack hierarchy makes her the focus of desire for many of the unmated males, especially one she’s desperate to stay away from. She’d rather wait for her fated mate than be just another bed warmer for a man with more attitude than brains.

But when a territory dispute turns into a kidnapping, Gates and his Feral Breed brothers are called to assist the Valkoisus pack in a rescue operation. Gates soon discovers there’s more in store for him than a fight. He finds his mate in the Alpha’s daughter, a woman targeted by a mystery sect kidnapping Omega shifters. To keep the Valkoisus pack safe, the Feral Breed must put Kaija in danger, risking the only thing Gates has ever needed, and igniting a rage that could destroy the entire wolf shifter population.

Full-length novel – adult content featuring a rough-and-tumble wolf shifter, a brave BBW, and some naughty time spent outdoors.

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I purchased this book.  I bought the paperback and the multi-book ereader edition.

I met and fell in love with Gates in book 1.  Something about a 400-year-old, unmated shifter tugged on my heart.  So when I saw he was the 2nd book I was stoked!

Gates is gruffy but all loyalty and business.  He is the guy.  He is the Gatekeeper.  He will follow through with traditions and make sure everyone is safe.  When his Feral Breed is contacted to help a local shifter pack, he jumps.  He follows Blaze’s orders to the T.  He was stunned when he showed up that his fate was finally there.

Kaija is an Omega.  She is an unmated Omega who is also happening to go into heat a bit early.  She has some old-school idiots who feel they can force her t mate with her but thankfully her family says no way.  When a group of nomads and all around bad guys kidnap her and other members of her pack, she is stunned to smell her mate before she can see him.

Kaija is over the moon that her mate is her but then because he is so old school and he doesn’t initially claim her, wellllll feelings got a but hurt buuuut gotta love Gates.  He quickly explained the who and whys to her.

The couple still have to fight the mating haze to try and figure out who the bad guys are.  After the threat to her is removed then they can be together, or can they?  Will they ever be able to say safely in her pack knowing some are not going to allow an Omega to mate with an outside pack member?? Remember the DB from before who thought forced matings were cool???

I loved Gates and Kaija.  I devoured it and am mad I can’t jump right into book 3…soon though..soon!

A storyteller from the time she could talk, USA Today bestselling author Ellis Leigh grew up among family legends of hauntings, psychics, and love spanning decades. Those stories didn’t always have the happiest of endings, so they inspired her to write about real life, real love, and the difficulties therein. From farmers to werewolves, store clerks to witches—if there’s love to be found, she’ll write about it. Ellis lives in the Chicago area with her husband, daughters, and two tiny fish that take up way too much of her time.

 

#WOTR #CoverReveal – Indie Insider: Fundamentals by Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele

Both Authors are attending authors

Title: Indie Insider: Fundamentals
Authors: Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele
Genre: Nonfiction
Release: May 10, 2017
Cover Designer is Susan Garwood from Wicked Women Designs
Have you ever thought about life behind the pages? Have you ever wondered what an author goes through? Have you considered writing a book but don’t know what to do with it?
Well, the Indie Insider is here for you.
No, this is not a how-to guide. This is a real, raw, uncut, behind the scenes sight from two established authors. What works for one person may not work for another, but there will be something you can take away from this.
Even if you are just curious, this is a book that will entertain as well as encourage. If you’re already established, happy in your writing life, this book will only offer you the solace that the times you have been down you were not alone. If you are just starting out, struggling, or just at a standstill, then this book is here to motivate and educate.
Sit back, grab a drink, and take a look inside the mind of an Indie author today.
Please note, this is Indie Insider: Fundamentals. As the first episode in this serial, you will find this to be an overview that briefly touches on a multitude of subjects an Indie author faces. If the series is well received, there will be additional volumes to come where we will breakdown the items here and so much more in detail.

 


USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.


Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

 
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#WOTR #ReleaseBlitz – Daddy’s Best Friend by London Hale

London Hale AKA Ellis Leigh and Brighton Walsh



Daddy’s Best Friend
London Hale
Publication date: May 2nd 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

She’s temptation personified
Nathan had always been more than just my dad’s friend. I never thought he’d see me as an adult, especially not after avoiding me for so long. But one hug, one moment feeling every inch of him against me, shattered that illusion. Consequences no longer mattered—I was eighteen, and I was willing to risk everything for my shot with him.

He’s not going to resist anymore
I never should’ve seen Eve as more than my best friend’s daughter. As a cop, I knew it was wrong. It was my job to protect her from guys like me. Chasing her could cost me my career—not to mention the only family I’d ever known—but I couldn’t hold back another second. One taste, and I wanted her. To hell with the fallout.

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EXCERPT:

“What are you doing?”

What was I doing? I’d come in to check. To see if what I thought I’d seen and felt outside had been a figment of my imagination. But it hadn’t, as evidenced by the bulge he was obviously sporting, and I needed to figure out what to do with that information.

So I answered honestly. “Pushing you.”

“Pushing me to do what, exactly?”

“Whatever it is you want.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like a man who needs to be pushed.”

His eyes devoured me again, burning me from the inside out. Leaving nothing but ash where I’d once stood. “Maybe I’m the one man you shouldn’t push.”

 

Author Bio:

London Hale is the combined pen name of writing besties Ellis Leigh and Brighton Walsh. Between them, they’ve published more than thirty books in the contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense genres. Ellis is a USA Today bestselling author who loves coffee, thinks green Skittles are the best, and prefers to stay in every weekend. Brighton is multi-published with Berkley, St. Martin’s Press, and Carina Press. She hates coffee, thinks green Skittles are the work of the devil, and has never heard of a party she didn’t want to attend. Don’t ask how they became such good friends or work so well together—they still haven’t figured it out themselves.

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#Review #MC – Sin, Devil’s Fury Book 1 by Torrie Roble

Sin (Devil's Fury #1)

Sin
A middle child born into Devil’s Fury MC. Sin never felt that he fit into the club. He didn’t see his life as anything other than the son of the president. Wanting a life away from the MC, Sin joined the military after high school, becoming nothing more than a grunt in the Marines. Military life was hard, and war was something he didn’t expect. People called him a hero for defending his country, but he felt more like a coward. A hero wouldn’t have shrapnel scars on their back, proving they were running away from the fight instead of facing it.

Savannah
She was raised by her working class family in the midst of oil country, Texas. Catching the eye of an older man, the son of oil royalty, she thought she found love. But she was wrong. He wanted her on his arm, to make him look good, just as a woman should. Savannah wanted to be heard, her opinion to matter. She wanted to be valued. The first strike of his hand across her face should have been evidence enough that her life wasn’t turning out as she had hoped. Getting smacked around became the norm. Fearing him became her life.
Sin & Savannah
Two people broken.
Two people living a life they didn’t want.
Two people thrown together
To keep each other safe;
One from their past, and one from their own misery.
Can he rectify a past tragedy?
Can she be his salvation?

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Oh man…this book has a lot going on.  First and foremost, we are dealing with two broken people who find themselves when they need each other the most.

Savannah is just a broken shell or her former self.  She has loved and lived with an abusive man but once she discovers she is pregnant, she runs.  Sin/Matthew, is a shell of the man he could be because he blames himself for the brutal death of his sister and father plus letting down his soldiers in the war.  When he sees Savannah, he does what he things is right and takes her to try and save her.

This couple faces A LOT.  Matthew thinking Savannah deserved more than a bad man biker himself.  Savannah dealing with her pregnancy and falling in love with the kind MC biker who is protecting her.  They two are dealing with the push and pull they cause one another.  They also must deal with their pasts coming back to haunt them.  Savannah’s baby daddy won’t let her go, Sin’s jealous club girls, and Sin can finally confront the man who took half of his family in one night.

One top of all the twists and turns we see family…..a whole lot of family.  Family is a big theme in MC novels and this novel doesn’t disappoint. We have a traitor in the mist of the family who cause the calm to be disrupted plus we have another family that needs to learn a few things about the Devil’s Fury….like don’t mess with theirs!

Torrie Robles was born and raised in the Central Valley of California. She currently lives a short distance from her hometown of Clovis. She is married and has three children, two boys and one girl. She has her Bachelor’s Degree in Healthcare Administration.

Writing has always been a passion of Torrie’s. 2015 will mark the year she will become a self-published author. She writes contemporary romance and plans to branch out as her career takes off. She is currently working on several different manuscripts. She hopes to have them all finished and published over the next couple of years.

When she isn’t working a full-time job, writing, raising her children, or just taking care of life Torrie’s biggest hobby is getting lost in books. Her passion for reading and the authors she looks up to has allowed her to make her dreams come true. Her fellow authors have truly been her inspiration.

 

#WOTR #ChapterPackage: Scarred (Ruthless Rebels MC #3) by Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele

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Title: Scarred
Series: Ruthless Rebels MC #3
Author: Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 19, 2017
Scarred

 

(Ruthless Rebels MC Book 3)

 

Co-written by:

 

Chelsea Camaron

 

And

 

Ryan Michele

 

Copyright © Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele 2017

 


 

All Rights Reserved. This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction in whole or in part, without express written permission from Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele.

 


 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 


 

1st edition published: May 2017

 

Cover Design by: M.L. Pahl of IndieVention Designs

 

Editing by: Asli Fratarcangeli

 

Proofreading: Silla Webb

 


 

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, domestic abuse, and explicit language offends you.

 


 

This is not meant to be an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.

 

Scarred

 

Whitton ‘Skinny’ Thorne – scarred skin only covers a beautiful soul.

 


 

Bitter with a capital B.

 


 

Life has been hell from the beginning when Whitton was burned as an infant, yet as much as he pushes me away I’m always coming back for more.

 


 

When I finally let go, he wants to let me in, how do I survive when we’ve both been scarred?

 

 

Chelsea Camaron and Ryan Michele have teamed up to bring you an explosive new MC romance that will have you panting for more of the Ruthless Rebels. Hold on tight, it’s going to be a wild ride full of action and suspense that these two authors are known for. Throw in two people who finally get their second chance, and things are about to get smoking hot.

 





 

Chapter One

 


 

Roe

 


 

Fairytales, nursery rhymes, and childhood memories, none of them are really all that great!

 


 

Holding my hand in the air with three fingers up, I sing the song about Sally the camel and her humps. Simple.

 


 

I don’t have or need complications in my life. Sally has humps that come and go, she has issues, me – I’m good.

 


 

The twenty-two smiling children sing along with me with utter enthusiasm. They love this song. Most days we sing it once sometimes twice before we do the weather and calendar first thing in the morning. Our routine, the structure the kids need to thrive, and I need to feel like things are in order.

 


 

I look up when the door to my classroom opens.

 


 

It’s preschool. The director of the school comes in and out throughout the day so at first I don’t think much of it. When my assistant teacher Ms. Jennifer stands up to take over, it’s then I make my way to the door. As the lead teacher if the director comes in it’s Jennifer who takes over for me and I meet with the director. Any changes necessary from the director, I will make them. Jennifer and I have worked together for three years now so our system is solid.

 


 

Beside the director, Ms. Marie, is the cutest little girl. Obviously, this visit is to bring us a new student. Her blue eyes are a bit too big for her face making those rounded little cheeks stand out too. There isn’t fear in her blue depths, but there is a lot going on in that brain of hers. Finishing the song to the delight of the children on the ABC carpet, I let Jennifer continue with the next song. I focus my attention and greet our newest student, warm smile in place.

 


 

I bend down to her level looking her in the eyes. “Hello, I’m Ms. Roe and what’s your name?”

 


 

“Marlayna,” the little girl in pigtails says softly.

 


 

My heart breaks when I see the scar on her neck that her hair isn’t covering. I know those marks too well. I fight back the emotion that sits just under the surface.

 


 

Burns.

 


 

This little girl has suffered a tragedy and I hate that for her.

 


 

“Would you like to join us in circle time?” I offer as I fight back the past. He is not the only person to be burned in their lives and survive. So many things twist inside me and I have to push it down. The emotions that keep beating down the well-structured walls I’ve built around them over the years always try to spill over, but I won’t allow it. I’ve had no other choice but to keep a handle on it all.

 


 

My job is about teaching and nurturing Marlayna, today is not about him or his scars.

 


 

She nods her head and the day commences with story time, rhyme time, nap time, and all the normal activities of my day. Marlayna adjusted very well in the class for it being her first day. She went with the flow no trepidation and without much of a reaction to anything.

 


 

It pains me. I don’t like when the kids cry, but when they come in almost numb like little Marlayna it hurts more to wonder what has hardened them to life already. Children should be free to be kids not caught up in some adult situation or punished unnecessarily.

 


 

The afternoon passes with little Marlayna quickly falling into the routine and making friends. After each of the children are gone and I get my room cleaned up, I head out.

 


 

Arriving home, I sit on the sun room of my two-bedroom house and enjoy the Georgia afternoon. When I moved out, this was my one requirement, sun room. I love the outdoors and not feeling closed up.

 


 

Blakely, Georgia, population five thousand. Small town lifestyle near the Alabama – Georgia state lines.

 


 

April is my favorite month of the year. The weather is sunshine, the birds sing, and the humidity isn’t unbearable so boob sweat is a non-issue for the time being. No woman ever wants boob sweat. August, in the deep south is hotter than hell so I’ll enjoy my outside time while I can.

 


 

In fact, tomorrow I think I’ll take my class to have a picnic and maybe do sidewalk chalk and hopscotch on the playground. They love the outside and it helps to get as much of their energy out as possible.

 


 

My mind goes to little Marlayna. She is in the system. Foster care, with the Brown family, who are regulars in the community when it comes to taking in children. They will be good to her.

 


 

I once knew a boy who lived with the Brown’s. My mind, my heart, they always go back to him. I wish it wouldn’t but we have too much shared between us. His scars were similar to hers only they covered his face and half his body.

 


 

Whitton Thorne, the boy down the road with a tortured past. His mom had things so twisted in her head when it came to her twin boys. She believed Whitton was evil and Waylon was the son of Jesus or something crazy. I wasn’t privy to all the details. I just know every time the state let the boys go back to her, Whitton was returned to his social worker more damaged than before. I know once they tried to send Waylon back and leave Whitton with the Brown’s only for Waylon to run away to be with his twin. The two of them were close. In their situation, I would imagine one would have to be. They were also complete opposites.

 


 

God, I loved Whitton.

 


 

From the beginning when he was the boy I bumped into in grade school to the man who grew into there isn’t a moment in time since I met Whitton Thorne that he didn’t have my attention. He intrigued me. His strength captivated me. And the more time I had with Whitton Thorne in my life the harder I fell in love with him.

 


 

Even now, years have passed and I can’t help but hope he’s okay. Hope that somewhere he found his slice of happy.

 


 

Night comes and I slide into my t-shirt blend sheets. I don’t make much with my job, but this is my splurge, soft bed sheets. After all, one can’t be at their best with twenty children without a good nights sleep. I close my eyes and the fatigue of the day quickly consumes me.

 


 

“Whitton Thorne, one day you’re gonna be the President.” I smile proudly at my friend.

 


 

“The President of the rejects club, maybe,” he replies in his normal tone.

 


 

I sigh. The boy is nothing short of amazing. He’s smart, athletic, and cute. He just doesn’t see it. Him and his twin brother look nothing alike. All the girls crush on Waylon. He has this mystery to him. Whitton, though, Whitton is the kind of boy you can talk to, really talk to. There is depth to him. The intrigue of him keeps me on edge to know more, see more, and have more time with him. From the time we met in elementary school at eight years old until now he has captured my attention. We’re young, he’s seventeen and I’m sixteen, but I can’t get enough of him.

 


 

“What do you see in me, Roelyn Duprey?”

 


 

I feel the blush cover my cheeks. “All good, I see all the good in you Whitton.”

 


 

He smirks. “You got the wrong Thorne, Roe. Maybe you think I’m Waylon.”

 


 

I prop my hand on my hip. “I know what I see in you Whitton and I see potential!”

 


 

“You have all the potential, Roe. The future is in front of you and there’s not a single thing to hole you back.” He tells me like he does all the time. “You need to have bigger and better than what Blakely, Georgia and a misfit like me can offer.”

 


 

“Oh, Whitton, you will have bigger and better in your life. I know it.”

 


 

He laughs me off like he does every single time I tell him I think he’ll be someone someday. Only thing is, I know down to my soul he has so much more to give in this world. My heart bleeds that he doesn’t see it.

 


 

My alarms blares drawing me out of the dream. The memory of a lost time when things weren’t complicated and the boy I knew and believed in may not have believed in himself, but back then he believed in me. Something I desperately needed.

 


 

Whitton Joseph Thorne, my best friend since we ran into each other playing at recess when we were only eight years old. Twenty years later, I still consider him the best friend I’ve ever had … only everything between us has changed.

 


 

No longer is he the boy I thought could give the world goodness. He’s a grown man who left everything in Georgia behind ten years ago when we crossed a line.

 


 

Would I cross the line again? If I knew the outcome would be this, I’m not so sure. At the time, it felt right. Hell, I thought it was going to change everything into something we could build a future on.

 


 

Except, Waylon took off and Whitton was right behind him. Where one brother went, the other was sure to follow. They had a rough start in life. Bonded as twins, bonded as brothers, and bonded by the times life kicked them while they were down those two would always stick together.

 


 

Part of me blames Waylon. The other part of me, knows the truth. Whitton ran. Yes, he woke up after the best night of our lives and couldn’t handle the emotion. He found out Waylon took off and he followed. It was an escape and an all too easy excuse.

 


 

I’m not sure he realized that no matter the distance he put between us, he still had me with him. I haven’t figured out a way to get that piece of me back from Whitton yet. Even after all these years, I belong to him in a way that keeps me from moving on.

 


 

Looking at little Marlayna yesterday and waking up today, it’s time I let go of Whitton. Everything I thought we could one day be is a far fetched dream. Marlayna has her life ahead of her. No matter the past, she has a future.

 


 

The same can be said for Whitton Thorne and it’s a future that he decided would be without me.

 


 

**

 


 

Sitting down to a late dinner, I pull out my phone and scroll social media. I don’t know why because it only tells me things I don’t care to know. Even with a bowl of vegetable soup in front of me, my stomach growls at seeing the yummy chocolate desserts. I have a sweet tooth. My ass and hips thank me for it.

 


 

Sipping my soup, it warms me. My thumb moves on my phone screen, skipping past people I went to high school with that I never talk to. Why I’m even friends with them, I’ll never know. Maybe it’s time to declutter my life. Most of the time people friend you just to see what you’re doing and then delete you. Personally, I like it when people take out their own trash.

 


 

My private message pops up and internally I groan seeing it’s from Lance. Hi. See you’re on. Want to talk to you. He types. I need to figure out how to block people from seeing when I’m on and when I’m not. Or maybe I just need to block him. I’m thinking the latter.

 


 

Going out with Lance was up there with many mistakes I made in my life. Two dates, then I called it off. Only he didn’t seem to get the point. Even telling him flat out I wasn’t interested, he still messages me, texts me and calls me. Not wanting to appear rude, I’ve answered all of them. But this, I just don’t want to engage with him. I’m tired of it. I repeat myself all day everyday with my students. My personal life, I don’t want that.

 


 

I move the little bubble that shows a picture of a golf club, Lance, and toss it down below to get rid of it off my screen.

 


 

The phone begins to ring and I jump. First thought is, Lance is calling me. Then when I look at the screen, I see Elizabeth Calling. A smile crosses my face as I except the call.

 


 

“Hey woman!” I greet my best friend. We met in college, which seems like a lifetime ago, but really wasn’t.

 


 

“Hey back at ya! What are you doing? I want to meet for drinks.”

 


 

I look to the clock noting it’s only five-thirty, but I do have to work tomorrow. Drinking and then rowdy children in the morning is not a good combination.

 


 

“Is something up?” I take the last bite of my soup and push it to the side.

 


 

“Yes, but I don’t want to tell you over the phone. Meet me in twenty at Carlyle’s?”

 


 

Looking down at my clothes, the puppy dog pajama bottoms won’t cut it going out. “Give me thirty. I need to change.”

 


 

“Epp.” She makes the sound then, “Okay, see you then.” And disconnects. Whatever she has in store must be exciting.

 


 

At least one of us has something good going on.

 


 

Chapter Two

 


 

Skinny

 


 

Flames extinguish, scars fade, but the burn can’t be felt forever!

 


 

I strike the match and watch it burn.

 


 

The blends of reds and yellows into oranges is mesmerizing. The flickers of colors all move as if they’re dancing together. The heat gets closer and closer to my fingertips as the flame grows intently.

 


 

I feel no pain. I feel nothing.

 


 

Void. Empty.

 


 

My life is not one of colors and blends.

 


 

Poof. I blow the match out. The flame is extinguished. All that’s left is black smoke. It’s like my soul. Dark, unforgiving.

 


 

I sit in the dim lit room I call home. Ruthless Rebels MC – my family and the clubhouse where I calm myself at the end of every day.

 


 

The ten feet by ten feet space has my bed, one nightstand, and a dresser. The closet is small but I keep a three tiered bookshelf in there, full of different books and photo albums. It’s not much, but it’s mine. Beside that door is the door to the bathroom.

 


 

Feeling the acid burn in my gut, I get up and make my way in front of the porcelain. Dropping to my knees I wretch.

 


 

I don’t remember the last time I woke up and didn’t throw up within an hour. It happens, every damn day. I finish, stand, wash up, and brush my teeth. There’s no use in looking in the mirror, I already know the mess I’ll see.

 


 

I hate fucking mirrors. Only one time in my life did I ever look in a mirror and not see the hideous beast I am … and that will never happen again. Roelyn Duprey, she made the man in the mirror not a monster but a lover. She is everything beautiful I should never touch. It’s a memory I’ll hold onto.

 


 

She believed in me, believed in having something not understanding the monster I am. From the beginning the devil gripped my heart and never let go. The bitch known as my mother told me I was spawned in evil. She scarred me, marked me, and made sure the world could see me for what I am. A horrible, vile, demonized man.

 


 

Roelyn Duprey had rose colored glasses on. I let her keep them on because I needed her lifeline. The spark between us, I fed. Continuing to fuel, provide the heat, like a flame, I watched us grow, flicker, and rather than watch us fade, I snuffed it out quickly leaving nothing behind but black smoke.

 


 

My brother needed me and Roe needed me to go away even if she didn’t know it. I took off, never looked back, and haven’t looked in a mirror since the night I watched me fuck her in one.

 


 

Spitting in the sink, I rinse my mouth and walk away never checking my reflection. I know what I’d see. The flames of hell flicker in my eyes and burn in my soul, no need to remind myself.

 


 

Throwing on a clean pair of jeans, I don’t bother with boxers, briefs, or anything to cover my junk. The raw denim rub will remind I’m alive. Somehow, in the hell that is my life, I keep surviving and I’m not sure why. Sliding on my shirt, I grab my cut as I drop my feet into my boots before I head out, not bothering to tie the laces till I get to my bike.

 


 

Today I have packing duty. I don’t mind. I’ll head to the warehouse, pack the guns to ready for shipment, and then meet up with Waylon.

 


 

My twin, Triple Threat, as he’s known in the club is everything I’m not. He’s good looking, level-headed, and not held back by a damn thing.

 


 

Me, I’m a scarred mess, hot-head, and haunted by the one thing I gave up so long ago.

 


 

Yeah, tonight calls for the strip club. I’ll pay to have a stranger grind on me till I get hard, then head back to the clubhouse and fuck a trick until I can’t remember my name, my past, and the woman I left behind.

 


 

**

 


 

“It’s a boy!” Shamus rushes into the clubhouse announcing. “DJ has a healthy, happy, eight pound, nine ounce, twenty-two inch baby boy. Kenderly is doing good.”

 


 

There are smiles and happiness that fill the space. Shamus comes over to me, slapping me on the back. “You wanna go with us to set up the house, brother.”

 


 

I nod. There isn’t a single thing with any of my brothers I would miss because they are all I have. And for once in my life, I belong.

 


 

After DJ’s whore mother dropped her problems on Kenderly’s doorstep, DJ claimed his woman and in turn the Rebels handled their shit. Kenderly and her mother had an uphill battle to climb with everything they had already lost, but DJ’s mother cost them their home.

 


 

It took some time, but DJ won over Kenderly’s heart. They have a good life, building themselves a solid future. And now their new addition. Everything is looking good for my Rebels’ brother.

 


 

Not too long ago, DJ bought them a big ass house and furnished it to Kenderly’s liking. Now, it’s time for the Rebels to ride in and make sure our newest member is set.

 


 

“Your woman handle buying the goods?” I ask Shamus knowing he and Andrea have decided not to have kids because of the health risks for her.

 


 

“Shit, brother. She loves shopping for all this baby crap. Kitten has a soft spot for being the auntie apparently. She even bought Kenderly a video baby monitor instead of the basic one they had on the registry.”

 


 

I laugh. “Nothing wrong with that.”

 


 

“I didn’t think so but apparently DJ and Kenderly had talked. DJ didn’t want to be fuckin’ his woman and look to the nightstand and see their baby awake.”

 


 

“I never thought a damn thing would give DJ stage fright.” We both laugh before heading out to go set up a nursery Rebels style.

 


 

“Guess a baby changes things. I’m good with how my life is so no change needed here.” Shamus adds with a smirk. Things are good in the club, they are good for DJ and Shamus. It’s even better to feel like I’m a real part of something.

 


 

Andrea is already inside when Shamus, Lurch, Triple Threat, and I pull up. She rushes outside and over to the car parked in front of the house.

 


 

“Mom brought me over, got lots to unload.” She says more to Shamus than anyone with a smile that is relaxed and easy going.

 


 

Given the path Andrea went through to finally be okay again and with Shamus, I smile with her. Like me, her life is full of scars.

 


 

Only in all the turmoil, Andrea has found a way to not allow her scars to define her.

 


 

She lived a different life. Following her dreams into investigative reporting landed her half dead in a hospital oceans away from her home. She survived her traumatic brain injury like I survived my burns. With no place to go to pick up the pieces she came home. It took a bit, but Shamus and Andrea worked their shit out. Their past isn’t holding them back from a future.

 


 

Waylon and I won’t have this. Our past defines our future and it’s not one that looks so bright.

 


 

For a moment, I had hope that somehow I could have a second chance to have something real in my life outside of the club. With DJ and Shamus both getting their second chances, I thought maybe there would be a sliver of time where Waylon and I could have more than what we have managed to secure. Then I dreamt I caught a look in the mirror and quickly remembered what my life has been destined to be from the moment I was born.

 


 

I am my brother’s keeper. My place on Earth is to protect him even from himself. I don’t have the time or emotion for anything else.

 


 

Our mother is a psycho bitch who thinks my brother is the second coming of her God or some shit. Apparently during an ultrasound, it appeared that I, baby b, was kicking or hitting, baby a – being Waylon. From that moment on I was destined to the damned.

 


 

She even tried to have me aborted but the doctors said she was too far along and it was risk to my brother. Then we were born.

 


 

She tried to leave me at the hospital. The nurses told her it wasn’t good for infant twins to be separated this early. According to the medical records we later dug up, they felt she was suffering from post partum depression and would eventually want me. Having two babies at once via c-section meant she couldn’t hold us right away so she didn’t bond properly the doctor noted.

 


 

Bond.

 


 

What a joke. The woman tried to kill me more than once.

 


 

I’ve never had a mother’s love. Neither has my brother.

 


 

She may have wanted me marked, condemned, banished, and branded, but she wanted my brother to be some savior to the world.

 


 

We just wanted to be boys. We grew into men who just wanted to live life. To this day I still can’t understand her mindset. I gave up a long time ago trying. Waylon – that’s another story.

 


 

I’ll go to the ends of the Earth for my brother. I’ll protect him from her or God himself if I have to.

 


 

“Snap out of it, these diapers won’t unload themselves!” Waylon says throwing a box of the shit holders at me.

 


 

“How many boxes do they think Kenderly needs?” I ask looking at the van full.

 


 

“Daisy, XXX (Lurch’s woman forgot her name), Andrea, her mom, Kenderly’s mom and aunt, and every other woman around swear they will go through these and more.” Shamus says walking inside with a bag of clothes.

 


 

“Wonder what it was like for mom to have twins?” Waylon says out loud and my chest stings in the pain I know he feels.

 


 

Yeah, we have no future like what DJ or Shamus have found. I need to stop disillusioning myself into ever thinking I could. Walk the line, it’s what I have to do.

 


 

If I fuck up, I’m not the only one who suffers, Waylon will too. I won’t do that to him or me. Yes, I’m better off alone.

 

Whitton ‘Skinny’ Thorne– scarred skin only covers a beautiful soul.
Bitter with a capital B.
Life has been hell from the beginning when Whitton was burned as an infant, yet as much as he pushes me away I’m always coming back for more.
When I finally let go, he wants to let me in, how do I survive when we’ve both been scarred?
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Teague walked along the sidewalk outside the White House, trying his damnedest to figure out why he’d asked her to coffee. Bloody hell, as Kamal would say, had he lost his mind? In those moments in the press conference when he’d been replying to questions while he struggled not to look at her, he’d felt like twelve years had been stripped away in one supercharged moment. He still felt less than, and she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Her thick dark hair was long, just the way he’d always loved it, and certain parts of his anatomy had no trouble remembering how he used to wrap those silky tresses around his hands as he pumped into her from behind, long and slow.

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“So, what’s it been?” he asked, even though he knew exactly, nearly down to the minute. “Ten years?”

“Twelve,” she answered. “I was twenty and you were twenty-two the last time we had coffee.”

And sex, his mind added.

“Well, it appears the years have been good to you.”

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“So, you married? Living with someone?” he asked nonchalantly. Yeah, sure, that.

She shook her head. “No. I was seeing someone back in Boston where I moved from, but it wasn’t going anywhere.” She looked up at him from under her lashes. “And you?”

“No. No time for all that. I work eighty hours a week and spend the other few at the gym or sleeping. I’m not all that exciting.”

She shifted on her chair, and her blouse slipped a touch, giving him a peek at the cleavage that hid beneath. His heart raced and his skin heated.

“Well, from what I heard on the news earlier, today’s been enough excitement for a few years at least.”

He chuckled softly. “It’s been a strange day for sure.”

 

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It is Sonia Anderson’s first day on a new job; one that will change her life. The twenty-five-year-old bodyguard is well trained and highly recommended for the role of guarding Amy North. What her physiological evaluations don’t show though is the secrets she hides about her life growing up. The scars she bears representative of a world out of her control.

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“Too soon. But earlier you said you were going to take my virginity? What has changed?” There was an angry tone to her voice. She couldn’t understand why not more than half an hour ago he wanted to sleep with her but now he didn’t. Maybe she wasn’t what he wanted? But then the tent in his pants? It was probably just the flogging that turned him on, not Sonia herself. Matthew turned away towards the door.

“I’ll wait outside.”

Tears now stung her eyes, so much for trusting him. So much for thinking she was in love with him and he her. He was probably going to go and get sucked off by someone else while she got dressed. The absolute joy of her orgasm had faded and just left her with a sickness in her stomach. She rose from the bed and reached for her knickers.

“Don’t bother. I’ll get a taxi back. You go and get whatever it is you need from someone out there.”

Before she could collect the rest of her clothes, she was thrown back against the wall, one of Matthew’s large hands massaging a naked breast. His erection grinding into her still thigh as he growled.

“Is that what you think? I want to go out there and fuck someone else?”

“Well, you won’t fuck me despite promising. I obviously did something wrong.” She turned her head away as he tried to kiss her. She wanted nothing more than to kick him in that hard swelling inching closer to the cleft between her legs but her stupid body betrayed her as the moisture of her arousal started to flow again. He twisted her around and landed a hard smack on her inflamed skin.

“I told you never to doubt yourself. Doubt again, and I’ll tan this rosy rear so that you really won’t be able to sit tomorrow. I want you so much, but I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t make love. I fuck. I can’t guarantee that I won’t hurt you and that scares the shit out of me!”

She didn’t know where it came from, but she let out a little laugh. He smacked her arse again.

“I don’t think that’s funny.”

“I don’t either.” She tried to shift in his arms, but he was holding her too tight. “I don’t want tender love making Matthew. I want you to fuck me till I am raw and marked as only yours.”

 

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Sonia was escorted up to the top floor of the building and into the expansive office of Mr. James North. She had researched the billionaire as part of her preparation, he was very intimidating. Behind him stood the man who had interviewed her, Mr. Carter. Mr. North stood and held his hand out to her.

“Miss Anderson, a pleasure to meet you. Please take a seat. Matthew has told you of the job specifications?”

Sonia sat on the offered seat, her legs to the side and hands folded neatly in her lap. She so wanted to make the right impression to her new boss at this first meeting.

“He has Mr. North, I am to ensure Miss Jones safety at all times but at present I am to stay back and not allow her to know that she has a bodyguard. Mr. Carter will accompany her when you do not need him, and I will report back to him for all instructions. Under no circumstances am I to acknowledge you. I will maintain this cover unless I feel it necessary to break it, in order to protect Miss Jones from either physical or emotional harm.”

“Superb!” Mr. North looked up at his bodyguard. “I have a meeting but after that, I will be taking Amy shopping. Matthew do you want to provide Sonia with everything she needs. Please give her the keys to the Lexus, I believe it is still stored in the garage below from the last time we used it.” Matthew nodded at Mr. North as the latter left the room, he hadn’t spoken once the entire time she had been in the office.  She had learnt this about him though during the training phase. He was often silent; it gave him an allure of mystery and also of power. Sonia had first met him when he had just finished a workout. He was wearing only a pair of shorts, he was muscular in all the right places, and even his shorts looked they could barely contain his statuesque thighs. His hair had been messed up by the towel he had been drying himself with. Sonia was confident she must have looked like one of those cartoon characters whose long tongue rolled out and along the floor when they saw something that sexy! Matthew had just given her a pleasant smile and gone into business mode.

 

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