![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/twinsietalk.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/04\/RebelCustody_Badge.png\"){kind=icon}
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
In ENFORCER\u2019S PRICE, Colt is a man looking for redemption while Krista is a single mother just trying to get by. One night together will change both their lives forever. Fans of Joanna Wylde\u2019s Reapers MC series won\u2019t want to miss this sensual read published by Golden Heart Finalist, Sarah Hawthorne and Carina Press!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Rafflecopter for Rebel Custody Virtual Blog Tour Giveaway:<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sarah is offering one (1) lucky winner a $50 Amazon Gift Card! To enter, simply fill out the Rafflecopter below:<\/p>\n http:\/\/www.rafflecopter.com\/rafl\/display\/b050ef29359\/<\/a><\/p>\n About Rebel Custody<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong>T<\/strong>itle: <\/strong>Rebel Custody<\/p>\n Author:<\/strong> Sarah Hawthorne<\/p>\n Genre:<\/strong> Contemporary Romance<\/p>\n Release Date: <\/strong>May 1, 2017<\/p>\n Publisher: <\/strong>Carina Press<\/p>\n Series:<\/strong> Demon Horde, MC #2<\/p>\n Format:<\/strong> Digital eBook<\/p>\n ASIN: <\/strong>B01MUG1G4V<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/u><\/strong>A son in danger<\/em><\/p>\n The Demon Horde MC are no strangers to breaking the rules, but making a man pay to get his son back crosses one too many lines for Skeeter. He’ll do anything, including play by the book, if it means bringing his son home. Hiring straitlaced attorney Miriam Englestein is meant to solve his problems, not create new ones. One look at her and his good-guy facade goes out the window. He wants to throw his buttoned-up lawyer onto the back of his bike and make her his.<\/p>\n A woman at risk<\/em><\/p>\n Miri wants nothing to do with the club. Her father may be in their pocket, but she’s on the right side of the law and she intends to stay there. But there’s something about Skeeter’s plea\u2014something about him\u2014she can’t walk away from. While she’s tempted to let him do unspeakably wicked and delicious things to her, she can’t risk her law practice, or her heart.<\/p>\n A dangerous deception<\/em><\/p>\n When Miriam agrees to pose as Skeeter’s woman to get details they need for the case, things heat up fast\u2014and it’s not long before the lines between business and personal blur, and they’re both in over their heads. In the MC world, lies have a way of coming back to you, and they put everyone at risk.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong>Goodreads<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong>Amazon<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Barnes and Noble<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Kobo<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>iTunes<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Look for Outlaw Ride (Demon Horde #3) releasing in September 2017 with Carina Press! And be sure to pick up your copy of Enfocer\u2019s Price (Demon Horde #1), available today!<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n About Enforcer\u2019s Price:<\/strong><\/p>\n Title:<\/strong> Enforcer\u2019s Price<\/p>\n Author:<\/strong> Sarah Hawthorne<\/p>\n Publisher:<\/strong> Carina Press<\/p>\n Series:<\/strong> Demon Horde #1<\/p>\n Release Date:<\/strong> February 6, 2017<\/p>\n Genre:<\/strong> Contemporary Romance<\/p>\n ISBN:<\/strong> 9781488024412<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A man looking for redemption<\/em><\/p>\n Colt spent eight months in prison for trusting the wrong woman, nearly bringing down his entire motorcycle club in the process. Now he needs to fix the MC’s cash flow problems or watch the only family he’s ever known fall apart.<\/p>\n Meeting Krista wasn’t part of his mission.<\/p>\n Falling for her could mean his destruction.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A single mom trying to get by<\/em><\/p>\n Krista was ready to leave hooking behind when her ex cleaned out her bank account. Stuck working to provide for her daughter, she protects herself with one rule: never get involved with someone at the club.<\/p>\n Not that she wants to. Sex has become a job, a means to an end.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n One night together as an escape<\/em><\/p>\n Krista’s body wakes at Colt’s touch, allowing her to imagine a life after the MC. A future. A happily-ever-after, if only briefly. Krista brings out feelings in Colt he forgot could exist. But just as he begins to trust again, Krista’s truth is revealed – testing the very boundaries of Colt’s jealousy and faith.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Add to your TBR list: \u00a0<\/strong>Goodreads<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Available at:\u00a0 <\/strong>Amazon<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Barnes and Noble<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Kobo<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>iTunes<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Praise for Enforcer\u2019s Price:<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve been looking forward to Enforcer\u2019s Price since the moment I learned the premise, and I\u2019m happy to say that this debut novel by Sarah Hawthorne doesn\u2019t disappoint. Edgy and real, Enforcer\u2019s Price grabs at your heart and doesn\u2019t let go!\u201d<\/em> — J. Kenner\/Julie Kenner, <\/strong>New York Times<\/em> & #1 International bestselling author<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cI loved Enforcer\u2019s Price. It\u2019s a wild ride showing the gritty side of love in an MC.\u201d <\/em>— Jade Chandler, author of the Jericho Brotherhood series<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cEnforcer’s Pride is a wild ride. It gets you in the feels and keeps going. It’s a dark and gritty MC romance, and I can’t wait for more.\u201d <\/em>— Jade Chandler, author of the Jericho Brotherhood series<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cEnforcer\u2019s Price is a sexy romance with spicy, cagey, and memorable characters who need to make the right choices this time around or forfeit everything. The plot is believable and has intense moments that leave the reader breathless. Hawthorne writes with passion and honesty.\u201d<\/em> — Romantic Times<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Chapter One<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Skeeter<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I liked to keep my back to the wall. It was a habit I developed in the Registan Desert. But tonight I was just in a neighborhood hangout, a strip club called Jiggles. I surveyed the strip club from a corner near the pool tables. A woman danced onstage while a rock song played. The booming bass had a slight buzz. The strip club\u2019s sound system had blown a few speakers last year, but no one bothered to replace them.<\/p>\n When it was my turn, I leaned across the green felt. Bank shot. Three ball into the corner pocket. I closed my eyes and let the cue slide through my fingers. The balls cracked together. I heard the thump off the side cushion and then the rattle as the ball sank into the pocket. Easy.<\/p>\n I opened my eyes to set up my next shot.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, genius.\u201d Clint laughed. \u201cYou\u2019re stripes. Thanks for taking care of one of my balls, though.\u201d<\/p>\n Fuck. I looked at the table. He was right; I was stripes. I hadn\u2019t been paying attention. Instead of returning to my favorite spot against the wall, I sat on a stool in front of the bar.<\/p>\n \u201cHi, baby.\u201d Asia, one of my favorite pay-to-play hookups, leaned in close. \u201cI\u2019d be happy to take care of your balls, but how about you buy me a drink first?\u201d<\/p>\n I rolled my eyes and asked the bartender to get her a beer.<\/p>\n Asia pouted. \u201cYou haven\u2019t called me in weeks.\u201d She stuck her lower lip out. \u201cI could call a friend, and the three of us could have our own personal party. Remember how fun it was that time?\u201d<\/p>\n Tempting. Asia was always enthusiastic and willing to please in bed, especially if it would earn her a big tip.<\/p>\n \u201cActually, I don\u2019t really remember much of that night.\u201d I sipped on my beer. \u201cI haven\u2019t been in the mood lately.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh!\u201d She smiled and started to root through her huge purse. \u201cI got stuff for that.\u201d<\/p>\n I put my hand on her shoulder. \u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant. I\u2019m just not interested, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n What the hell was wrong with me? Asia was tall with long legs that she could bend any which way I wanted. And her fees were reasonable. But sex had just lost its thrill. It was the same old shit. Women in skimpy outfits trying to entice me to buy, which I often did. Then a meaningless meet-up in my room at the clubhouse and a morning alone.<\/p>\n Maybe I could soften the blow. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you go hang out with Clint?\u201d<\/p>\n We both looked over at him\u2014he was chatting up a blonde stripper in a purple dress. Asia frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, maybe I\u2019ll just make a new friend tonight. Thanks.\u201d She walked away, hips swinging. I knew she wanted me to take a good look at her ass and change my mind, but I just didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n Leaning against the bar, I finished off my beer and surveyed the room. Hanging out at a strip club every Friday night was getting tiring. The constant noise and empty flirting made me wish for a night at home, and not just a night in my room at the MC. I bought a house last year and never fucking stayed there. I was always partying. Maybe it was time to move.<\/p>\n I tried to catch Clint\u2019s eye; I was thinking of making the long drive out to my place. He was still talking to the blonde, so I decided to hit the john. Strip club bathrooms were always nasty. No matter how much froufrou crap they piled in there, it was still a urinal in a titty house.<\/p>\n As I was zipping up, something touched the back of my neck.<\/p>\n Cold. Hard. Steel.<\/p>\n Fuck.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThought I\u2019d find you here.\u201d<\/p>\n The man\u2019s thick Cajun accent brought me home, the voice vaguely familiar. My father\u2019s face floated in my head before I remembered the fucking gun pressed to my neck.<\/p>\n \u201cI know you?\u201d I started to turn to see who this fucker was.<\/p>\n He cocked the hammer. I froze. It\u2019s a distinctive click, and when it\u2019s pressed below your ear, it\u2019s real fucking loud.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, then put away the gun and we\u2019ll go get a beer.\u201d The barrel pressing into my neck eased off, and I heard him release the hammer. \u201cI\u2019m turning around now,\u201d I told him.<\/p>\n Holding the pistol was Davide Lavernge. A year or two behind me in school, he had been a class clown who dealt a little weed on the side.<\/p>\n \u201cHow \u2019bout dat drink?\u201d He grinned.<\/p>\n Davide followed me over to the bar, and we ordered a round. I sucked on my beer and studied the piece of shit next to me. His sour breath wafted over from two bar stools away. He smelled like crawfish three days after the boil.<\/p>\n Davide licked the salt off his lips and combed peanut shells out of his beard. His face was lined and weathered, his teeth yellow. He was no longer the happy-go-lucky guy I used to know.<\/p>\n \u201cTacoma, Washington, is damn far from Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. What\u2019re you doing this far north, Davide?\u201d<\/p>\n He put down the beer I had paid for and turned toward me. \u201cI\u2019m here about child support.\u201d<\/p>\n He must be in a shit ton of trouble if he was coming to me for help. I shrugged. \u201cHow much do you owe?\u201d<\/p>\n He shook his head. \u201cYou owe me<\/em>, Skeeter. Forty large. I been taking care of your kid.\u201d<\/p>\n The world went fuzzy, so I blinked. Again. My vision was clear, but my brain didn\u2019t quite understand what Davide had just said.<\/p>\n \u201cEmbrasse moit chew<\/em>.\u201d Kiss my ass.<\/em> I pushed back from the bar. \u201cI haven\u2019t been back to Breaux Bridge in years. I don\u2019t got no kid.\u201d<\/p>\n Davide scratched at his beard. \u201cAfter you joined the Army, Delphie realized she was pregnant. She decided she wanted to raise it on her own. That\u2019s why she dumped you.\u201d<\/p>\n Delphie. My first love. We had been nineteen and full of dreams. Well, I was full of dreams, and she was full of meth, weed, whatever else she could get her hands on. I put a tiny ring on her finger and then packed up for boot camp. The letter came two days after I arrived in Afghanistan. Classic Dear John. I read it in my bunk and then had to find a private place to fucking punch something. A captain saw me, and I spent the next three weeks cleaning latrines in the Registan Desert.<\/p>\n I narrowed my eyes. I wasn\u2019t about to fall for his line of shit. \u201cShe never told me she was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t matter. You got a kid that you ain\u2019t never paid child support for. So, by my accounting, you owe me forty Gs.\u201d Davide shrugged and stuffed more peanuts in his mouth.<\/p>\n I rolled my eyes. That\u2019s what this was about. \u201cThis is a goddamn shakedown. If there was a kid, Delphie would be serving me with papers. You\u2019re bullshitting me, and you fucking know it.\u201d<\/p>\n Davide stared at me, cold, hard. This was not the man I used to know. Back then he sold a little weed and raised a lot of hell. He was always quick to laugh, the life of the boil. Whatever he was into now had changed him.<\/p>\n \u201cDelphie overdosed about six years ago. Don\u2019t matter, though. You got a fucking kid, and I want my fucking money. Once you get that through your head, call me. Else I\u2019ll come find you again. I promise you that.\u201d He handed me an old-fashioned matchbook with the name of a dive motel and a cell phone number scrawled in pencil. \u201cKid is here with me.\u201d<\/p>\n Davide got up and left me with the tab.<\/p>\n The matchbook was blue with a red stylized horse. Cowboy Motel. Printed on the back was a map. It was just off the highway, south of town, in the middle of a bunch of apple orchards. Tourists would drive right on by and find a room in Seattle or Tacoma. This place was meant only for truckers or the kind of people who didn\u2019t like to deal with society. The kind of people who would blackmail someone for child support for a kid that didn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n This was just another way for the Lavernge family to screw me over. Delphie had dumped me as soon as deeper pockets had come along, and now Davide was trying to milk me for all I was worth. I had enough to make ends meet, but forty grand wasn\u2019t sitting in my back pocket for a rainy day.<\/p>\n I ran my thumb over the top of the matchbook and felt ridges. In the light of the bar, I could just make out indentations from a pen. Something was written on the inside. I flipped open the damn matchbook and saw a drawing. There wasn\u2019t much room, but someone had drawn a sun with sunglasses. The rays of the sun weren\u2019t quite even, and the lines all wobbled. A kid had drawn it.<\/p>\n What if I did have a kid? What if Delphie had been pregnant when I shipped out? I did some quick calculations. The kid would be nine or ten. I thought of myself at that age, all skinned knees and dirty hands. If I had a kid, what would he or she be like?<\/p>\n I flipped the matchbook over and stared at the map printed on the back. Same shitty location, right off the interstate. Davide was pretty desperate if he\u2019d come all the way up here to Washington State hoping to get a lot of cash. I didn\u2019t know what Davide was mixed up in, but it was bad, and no child should be caught up in it.<\/p>\n I paid my tab and went to find Clint at the pool table. If this was blackmail, I was gonna need reinforcements.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n * * *<\/p>\n <\/p>\n An hour later me and Rip and Clint cut our engines and parked in a field behind the motel. It was easy to track down which room belonged to Davide. There was a beat-up blue truck with Louisiana plates parked at the far end, as far away as possible from the motel office and the security camera.<\/p>\n So we crouched with ivy up to our goddamn shoulders and waited. The lights flickered in the room, like someone was watching television.<\/p>\n \u201cShit, Skeeter, it\u2019s been forty-five minutes,\u201d Clint muttered in our ivy hole.<\/p>\n A sliver of light shone in the dark motel as someone opened their door. It was a woman coming out for a smoke. She collapsed into a plastic patio chair and lit up a joint. Too short to be Delphie, dark hair. Craggy face. Torn jean shorts. Maybe Davide\u2019s girlfriend? Under the hyperfocus of the binoculars, she looked worn.<\/p>\n Then Davide came out and sat in the other chair. They passed a joint back and forth. The door opened again and showed a small, dark figure. With the bright light of the inside of the room, the person\u2019s features were in shadow. The shadow only went a foot or so past the doorknob. A kid<\/p>\n My heart leaped up into my throat. I tried to breathe, but it just came out as a guttural sound. Even though I couldn\u2019t see the kid clearly, I knew. It was like a brush stroke inside my brain that spread truth. Davide hadn\u2019t come all the way across the country just to shake me down. He was telling the truth.<\/p>\n Holy shit.<\/p>\n I had a kid.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Copyright \u00a9 Rebel 2017 Rebel Custody by Sarah Hawthorne<\/p>\n Sarah Hawthorne lives in the Pacific Northwest and drinks coffee in the winter and champagne in the summer. She enjoys writing, gardening and planning vacations. Please visit Sarah at www.sarahhawthorne.com.<\/p>\n Website<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 Twitter<\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Facebook<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Goodreads<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0 |\u00a0 <\/strong>Amazon<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Please add Barclay Publicity\u2019s button at the bottom of your post and\/or on the side column of your blog and link it back to http:\/\/www.barclaypublicity.com<\/a>:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In ENFORCER\u2019S PRICE, Colt is a man looking for redemption while Krista is a single mother just trying to get by. One night together will change both their lives forever. Fans of Joanna Wylde\u2019s Reapers MC series won\u2019t want to miss this sensual read published by Golden Heart Finalist, Sarah Hawthorne and Carina … Continue reading #BlogTour – Rebel Custody by Sarah Hawthorne<\/span> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n