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#WOTR #Spotlights – Amanda Mariel @AmandaMarieAuth

Amanda Mariel

Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.

USA Today Bestselling 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.


When and Why did you start to write?

I have always had an active imagination and enjoyed writing, but I did not get serious about being a published writer until a few years ago. I was taking a creative writing class as part of my Master degree and really loved what I wrote for my final project. As it turned out, so did my professor. It was the nudge I needed to pursue writing as a career.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

Lisa Kleypas, Myra Platt, Julie Johnstone, Johanna Lindsey, Christina McKnight, Suzan Tisdale… There are so many fabulous authors out there!

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

It will sound silly, but here goes! I am always surprised at how many new ideas pop into my head. When I first started I thought I would run out of ideas. The opposite has happened-I have so many fresh ideas that I doubt I will ever be able to write them all.

What are you working on now?

Enticed by Lady Elianna. It is Regency novella for the Regency Ever After box set releasing March 7, 2017 and the third book in my Fabled Love series. It will launch in the box set for three months and then be sold individually thereafter. Enticed by Lady Elianna is a Cinderella inspired story.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I am a hybrid 🙂 All of my Ladies and Scoundrels books were pantserd-is that even a word? I think not! LOL. My Fabled Love books and Lady Archer’s Creed series have all been plotted. My other books have been written with a mixture of both styles of plotting.

What are your social links?

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/#!/AuthorAmandaMarie1
Twitter www.twitter.com/AmandaMarieAuth
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10209362.Amanda_Marie
Website: www.amandamariel.com
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bQgkbr
BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/amanda-mariel

What are your buy links?

All of my books are on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Mariel/e/B00RKDC3CI/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1484570392&sr=8-2-ent

Several of my books are available at B&N, Kobo, and iBooks, as well as, audible. You can find them by visiting my web site www.amandamariel.com and clicking your retailer of choice.

Scandalous Endeavors (Ladies and Scoundrels #1)  Review HERE

How To Kiss A Rogue (Connected by a Kiss #2) Review HERE

Book 1 is written by WOTR Author Christina McKnight.

Book 3 is written by WOTR Author Dawn Brower.

 

#WOTR #Spotlight – Pauline Allan @PaulineAllan

Pauline Allan

Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.

Hi! I’m Pauline Allan and I love to write about boys kissing boys. I live in Indiana, but my heart dwells in the heart of the South. I visit New Orleans a couple times a year to recharge my creative battery and eat some amazing food! I volunteer at the Pride Community Center in Spencer, Indiana where we champion diversity and all things fabulous. I love to meet and talk to readers and other writers and have a wicked, um…demented, sense of humor. I’m a special care nursery newborn nurse and you can always find me locked in my office listening to music and clicking away on the keyboard.

When and Why did you start to write?

I started writing at nine years old when I created a newspaper to feature the comings and goings of my family. I started writing short stories in junior high school and focused on the thriller/horror genre. College brought new experiences and in my sophomore year I wrote a full length mĂ©nage fantasy romance. In a spiral bound notebook! By hand! Then hung up my writing brain for a bit. I came back full force in 2012 with a book that was contracted with Loose Id. I’ve always used writing as therapy. My brain is a little crazy and if I don’t write…I can’t breathe.

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

Edgar Allan Poe. He’s the master of romance. I know! That’s not right. He’s a horror writer. Yeah, I know, but his prose and poetry sing of lost loves and hearts steeped in sappy love affairs. I would also recommend Megan Hart, Lissa Matthews, Cara Bristol, Eli Easton, JA Rock, Charlotte Featherstone, Lisa Kleypas, Anyta Sunday, Charlotte Stein, and Mina Carter.

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

If you put yourself out there they will come. The readers are so overwhelmingly supportive!

What are you working on now?

The third book in The Tattered Social Club Series. Safeword is a MM BDSM book focused on Seth and Jordan. I’ve also started the first book in the Stars Collide Series. Broken Pieces is a MM Romance New Adult.

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m a plantser. So, I do both. I have a rough outline and the story changes as I write.

What are your social links?

Blog https://paulineallan.com/
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/author.paulineallan
Twitter https://twitter.com/PaulineAllan
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/paulineallan
Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/paulineallan
Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Pauline-Allan/e/B007NAIHFA
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5780480.Pauline_Allan

What are your buy links?

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Pauline-Allan/e/B007NAIHFA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1484542200&sr=8-1

BN http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Pauline%20Allan%22?Ntk=P_key_Contributor_List&Ns=P_Sales_Rank&Ntx=mode+matchall

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/search?query=Pauline%20Allan&fcsearchfield=Author

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/author/pauline-allan

Savior (Tattered Social Club, #1)      HERE

#WOTR #RegencyRomance #Historical #Review – Regency Romance, The Mistress Enchants Her Marquis by Christina McKnight, book 2 in the Craven House series.

Title: The Mistress Enchants Her Marquis

Series: Craven House (Book Two)

Author: Christina McKnight

Genre: Historical Romance, Regency

Release Date: February 21, 2017

COURTSHIP WAS NEVER SO SCANDALOUS

The grandson of an unconventional marquis and son of a notorious woman, Elijah Watson, Marquis of Ridgefeld, has spent most of his life outside of London. His atypical upbringing has left him longing for roots and a traditional family life, and he’s determined to live his life above reproach. When he meets Miss Samantha Pengarden, he believes he’s found the woman he wants to marry—except she has other far more sensual ideas for him.

 Known throughout the ton as the illegitimate rebellious daughter of London’s disreputable Craven House Madame, Samantha has never had to face the world without her shy twin by her side—until now. Her sister’s marriage and the return of her blackguard father leaves her alone and adrift. When Elijah agrees to escort her to the town’s most infamous establishments, she thinks she’s finally found a man with a taste for scandal and a knowledge of matters of the flesh.

But she never counted on Elijah being so honorable. When Samantha is listed as the mistress of the Marquis of Ridgefeld in White’s betting book, her reputation is in ruins—and only Elijah can save her. Can two total opposites come together for a love certain to last a lifetime?

 

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

I must admit I was a huge fan of Jude and Simon’s book.  So when I saw Jude’s sister, Sam, was next I couldn’t wait to see her settle down.  She was the wilder of the two twins that is for sure.

When we meet Samantha, she is lost and lonely.  Her sister and confidant is getting married and her slimly father decided to come into her life after abandoning her mother and them.  Sam is a mess when she meets Elijah.  She decides to use him as a distraction to her life and misery.  Little does she know that Eli understand everything she is talking about because he too has lived through it.

When people get in the way of the couple, Eli is forced to leave but is still thinking about Sam.  She is furious because yet again someone has let her down.  When Eli returns to society, Sam is bound and determined to make him pay for hurting her.

As Sam pushes Eli further and further, he openly agrees because he is so in love with her he can’t not follow her through any scheme she as planned.  When Eli makes a discover about Sam of the scandalous variety he goes a bit alpha in protecting her
who doesn’t like a hot alpha right!!??

The couple have a lot to overcome with Sam mainly afraid to admit her real feelings for Eli. Her heart is so guarded a few times I wanted to hit her over the head with a lady’s fan to get her to SEE Eli for the amazing and understand guy he was.  The couple must overcome Sam’s new “reputation” and that of her mother Madam Sasha to try and see if a match is possible.

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Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.

Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books
don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.

You can visit her online at the following places: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon

 

#WOTR #Review – Dare to Dream, Carolina Beach Book #1 by CA Harms

Dare to Dream (Carolina Beach, #1)

**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.

After the sudden death of his wife two years ago, Darren Griffin has finally found peace. He has a good life, good job, two daughters he’d do anything for, and a beautiful home on the beach.
Greer Monroe is grieving the loss of her father. It’s the final rung on the broken ladder that’s become her life—crappy job, no friends, and a cheating ex-boyfriend. At the insistence of her aunt, Greer decides to spend some time at her family’s beach house.
When the glee-filled sound of children’s laughter dances through the breeze, Greer finds herself smiling again. The neighbor girls are carefree, depicting a life Greer has only dreamed about. Husband, children, happiness—a family. And their father, Darren, he’s everything a woman could ever want.
But it is, of course, only a dream.
She can’t stay at Carolina Beach, no matter how much she adores Darren and his daughters. She has responsibilities at home, a mother who needs her. Where there’s love, there’s heartbreak, and she can’t go through that again. And she sure as hell won’t do that to those little girls.
But Darren isn’t letting her go that easily. It’s been so long since he’s felt this way for anyone. Greer is his missing piece, a piece he never thought he’d find.
Saying goodbye is hard, but sometimes starting over is even harder.
Only when they dare to dream again, will they ever dare to love.

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I bought this book.

So I have had the privileged to meet this amazing author and I have only read one book when she first published.  Being a blogger it’s tough to start reading books one they are in the middle of a series so I have let a lot of her books go.  When I saw she started a new series, I jumped.  But seriously CA, hit me over the head girl for letting you slip so many books past me
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So our girl Greer
.worst day EVER!!  Her father dies unexpectant and she goes to seek comfort from her boyfriend to find him with one of his many ex conquests.  After a few weeks of just walking numbly through life, her mom and aunt tell her to go.  Go far far away to the family vacation home to regroup and re-center her life.  Figure out what she wants/needs from life.   The first day in her new reality she sees her dream
..a loving man with his 2 daughters.  She can remember her life with her father and then remembers the hurt that she thought she might have that with her ex.

Darren sees the stranger and is curious about her as are his daughters.  They want to know about the pretty princess that lives behind their house.  The couple play some stalkery type stuff trying to learn about the other when Darren just kinda calls her out on it and they go out on a date.

Once the couple begin to date, the chemistry and connection is clear as day.  They are both drawn to each other and his daughters love love love Greer as she is as much in love with them.  As the book goes on, they know there is a time limit and theybegin to wonder what the other is feeling and what will happen WHEN her time ends at the beach house.

I liked the story and I loved the girls.  I loved the girls talking to Greer’s ex on the phone.  That scene cracked me up.  I know some people will think this is an insta-love story and in a way it might be but they both have been through the same situation that their quick bond is legit to me at least.  Also can I say Greer and Darren’s family scenes
.HILARIOUS!!!!!

So yeah Smiley, I won’t be letting your books pass me by anymore!!

 

A little about me. Let’s see where to start.
I love HEA stories, as long as they come packing a little heat. I need some excitement, some angst, and moments that make me fan my face are always good too. I am an Illinois girl, born and raised. Simple and true, it honestly doesn’t take much to make me happy. I love the little things; they truly mean the most. I may have a slight addiction to my new Keurig—oh my, that thing is a godsend. And so fast too. I have two children who truly are my very best friends, and their faces never fail to put a smile on my face. I have been married to my husband for sixteen years, and even though at times I want to beat him with a stick, I would never change the years we have had. We have learned and fallen, only to pick each other up, dust off the ache, and help each other make it right.
I am one of those authors that adore my fans. I love to hear from you. After all, it is because of each one of you that I continue to write. I look forward to your feedback.
Be sure to follow me to stay up-to-date on all my upcoming releases.

 

#Review #TwinsieForTheDayJordan – Fake FiancĂ© By: Ilsa Madden-Mills

Fake Fiancée

A new standalone romance from Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills…

They say nothing compares to your first kiss,
But our first kiss was orchestrated for an audience.
Our second kiss
that one was REAL.
He cradled my face like he was terrified he’d f*ck it up.
He stared into my eyes until the air buzzed.
Soft and slow, full of sighs and little laughs,
He inhaled me like I was the finest Belgian chocolate,
And he’d never get another piece.
A nip of his teeth, his hand at my waist…
And I was lost.
I forgot he was paying me to be his fake fiancée.
I forgot we weren’t REAL.
Our kiss was pure magic, and before you laugh and say those kinds of kisses don’t exist

Then you’ve never touched lips with Max Kent, the hottest quarterback in college history.

Get ready for breathtaking kisses, dreamy football players, a heroine who yearns for the guy she can’t have, and a hero who will do anything for the girl he loves…

RELEASE DATE: February 6

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Review by Jordan

Amazing!!! I’m not an avid reader of Ilsa’s, but I seriously could NOT put down this book. Max and Sunny are complete opposites and maybe that is what makes this book so interesting, or maybe it’s that fate intertwined these two from the get go. The characters all had their own personalities that jumped off the pages. From the girl everyone wants to hate to the best friend who you wish was your best friend. It was a great read that I’m sure you won’t regret. 
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Wall Street Journal best selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.

She’s addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding females. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Ian Somerhalder, astronomy (she’s a Gemini), and tattoos. She has a degree in English and a Master’s in Education. When she’s not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets and fuzzy pajamas.

She loves to hear from readers and fellow authors. Email her at ilsamaddenmills at gmail dot com.

Recent Releases:
Dirty English: Wall Street Journal Bestseller #8
Filthy English: #4 on Amazon

Upcoming Release: Fake Fiancée out Feb. 6, 2017

 

#WOTR #Spotlight – Alison Bliss @AlisonBliss2

Alison Bliss

Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.

I’m Alison Bliss, a born and bred Texan who currently lives in the Midwest with my amazingly supportive husband and two wonderful sons. I write humorous, sexy small town romance that I like to call, “Romance…with a sense of humor.” Love stories with heart, heat, laughter, sassy heroines, and deliciously southern alpha males.

When and Why did you start to write?

I started writing my first book back in 2010 after my older sister dared me to. I know that sounds strange, but I promise it’s one hundred percent true. Even though I have always been an avid romance reader and enjoyed penning stories for myself, I never thought of myself as a writer. But I’m the youngest of five girls. If you dare me to do something, chances are good that I’ll not only do it, but succeed at it. *grin* So I began serious writing and entered a local short story writing competition, where I won first place. Then I entered another online writing contest where three literary agents offered to represent me, one of which was my dream agent. I’m still with that same agent and now have two publishers and multiple books with each of them. So it’s been seven years since that dare took place, and I still love to read and write romance stories. Only now I get paid to do it. 🙂

What authors do you always read or suggest to others?

Linda Howard is my favorite author, and I always recommend her books to everyone. Other popular favorites include Nora Roberts, Jennifer Crusie, and Janet Evanovich. I also love books by Tessa Bailey, Kate Meader, Rebecca Zanetti, and Lori Wilde. But there are so many amazing authors out there, and I’m always finding new ones that I’m excited to read and recommend.

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

The most surprising thing I’ve found about the writing process is that there is no one-size-fits-all writing process when it comes to books. What works for one story won’t work at all for the next one. Each manuscript I write requires a different approach. I sometimes wish there was a magic formula for writing a book that would make things in the story easier to figure out, but then I think that the book wouldn’t be unique and have that special feel to it that readers love so much. So the magic must come from within…even if that means the author has to create a new writing process for each book.

What are you working on now?

I’m working on multiple projects. I’m writing the third book in my A Perfect Fit series, featuring plus-size heroines. And fans of my Tangled in Texas series will be happy to learn that I’m working on the third book in that series as well. Bobbie Jo needs her happily ever after, and I’m excited that I’ll be able to share her story with readers! I also have a few “secret” projects that are on the back burner at the moment, but I’m so excited by these and think my fans will love them!

When writing are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m definitely a serious plotter. My outlines tend to be long and description, sometimes totaling over a hundred pages. I have to know what direction I’m going in to keep from writing myself into a corner. The shortest outline I’ve ever written for a book was still over fifty pages long.

What are your social links?

Website: http://authoralisonbliss.com/
FB Author Page: http://facebook.com/AuthorAlisonBliss
Twitter: http://twitter.com/AlisonBliss2
Amazon Page: http://amazon.com/author/alisonbliss
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/AlisonBliss
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arbliss/
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/AlisonBliss2
Newsletter: http://bit.ly/1sl4xf3

What are your buy links?

RULES OF PROTECTION (Tangled in Texas, #1)
Amazon: http://amzn.to/XKd93x
B&N: http://bit.ly/1nxEUkK
iBooks: http://bit.ly/1oviot7
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1AYUbW4

PLAYING WITH FIRE (Tangled in Texas, #2)
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1QTEd6h
B&N: http://bit.ly/1KvADNm
iBooks: http://apple.co/1KqN39k
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1QtrrdV

FOOLISH EXPECTATIONS (Standalone)
Amazon: https://amzn.com/B01H0DEI0M
B&N: http://bit.ly/292GlIG

Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year’s Eve Anthology
**CLOSE ENCOUNTERS by Alison Bliss**
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/AFNYEAmzn
B&N: http://smarturl.it/AFNYEBnN
iBooks: http://smarturl.it/AFNYEiBks
Kobo: http://smarturl.it/AFNYEKobo

SIZE MATTERS (A Perfect Fit, #1)
Amazon: http://bit.ly/1XZXKou
B&N: http://bit.ly/1MRdPaa
iBooks: http://apple.co/2c41IOr
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2gnHTS8

ON THE PLUS SIDE (A Perfect Fit, #2)
Amazon: http://a.co/e3V5l5G
B&N: http://bit.ly/2g79PNw
iBooks: http://apple.co/2g7h9bZ
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2h3dfxS

RULES OF PROTECTION (Tangled in Texas, #1) HERE

SIZE MATTERS (A Perfect Fit, #1) HERE

 

#WOTR #review #BlogTour – Claimed by Sarah O’Rourke


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Claimed by Sarah O’Rourke – Blog Tour

 

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Instalove! Fire Chief Aiden James often fell in lust, but not in love. That was — until the beautiful new librarian Carolina Mayfair showed up in his small town. The sparks flew and set them both aflame for one magical night, and the resulting inferno changed both of their lives forever.

Caro Mayfair was passionate, committed, and not looking for love at all. She just wanted to use her newly-minted college degree at the small library in the mountain town of Paradise. Little did she know that she was about to meet the man that would set her world on fire!

Erotica, romantica, and all sorts of other stuff!

28K-word standalone novella; can be read as standalone or part of the Passion in Paradise series.

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Click to buy for 99 cents or read for free on KindleUnlimited!

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

Oh ladies!!  Man, do you know how to write an alpha hottie!! I mean each guy you write I love more than the rest and Fire Chief, Aiden, was no different.  Alpha all the way!!  I was snickering a little bit at his jealous nature when other single guys came into the bar to meet our new librarian Carolina.  But seriously, Wrath
WHEN DOES HE GET A BOOK!!!  Enough said

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Carolina is in desperate need of change.  Boy, does she get it when she moves from California to small town Tennessee.  Her first meeting with Aiden is a great scene and lets you know exactly how far our alpha will go to win this woman’s heart.

As always with these books, we get to catch up with town favorites but you don’t need to read any of the previous books to know what is happening.  This book was a nice, hawt, and hilarious short read for a Saturday binge reading session.  You really can’t go writing with this author duo.  Their books are always a favorite of mine!

 

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Aiden had known the second he laid his eyes on that spectacular hourglass figure of hers that he wanted her. Of course he had. A man would have to be dead not to want to spend time between those gorgeous thighs, worshiping at those fantastic breasts while he fucked into what he’d bet was the tightest pussy in creation. Yes, his cock had screamed ‘MINE!’ the moment his gaze settled on her fine little body. But the second she’d turned and he’d seen her exquisite face for the first time
 yeah, he’d been done. He’d known that woman would hold him – heart, mind, body, and soul.

There’d been no question at all.

He was claiming sweet Carolina for his own.

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Reach out to Crazy One and Crazy Two!

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Sarah O’Rourke is actually TWO besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! They’ve crazily nicknamed themselves Crazy One and Crazy Two. Born and raised in the southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other.

Between them, they have four children and twenty years of marriage…one to a retired super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers…and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!

Provided by Sarah O’Rourke Productions

#WOTR #CoverReveal – Rook, Black Mountains Pack Book #2 by Miranda Lynn @MirandaLynnBks

Coming April 2017

Come join us as the story of the Black Mountain Pack continues. Follow Rook as he takes on the challenge of helping Mack and Casey repair the South American Pride.

Rook heads to South America and finds his hands full with bringing the Pride out of the dark ages that Tomas had kept it in for years under his malicious ruling. He reunites with a few old friends and discovers a dark and twisted world he never knew existed behind the closed doors of the Alpha’s house. With the help of old military buddy Jonah he guides the Pride onto the path of a happy and fruitful living.

Fate has other plans when Rook is blindsided with the fact that his true mate had been kept in the clutches of the former Alpha. Locked behind doors and used as an object to be shared rather than respected and revered as all female shifters should be.

Will he be able to cull the evil from the Pride and make it safe enough for Casey to lead without fear? Will he be able to help his mate heal from the hell she has been put through and coax her cat to come out and play?

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Time Travel and Paranormal Romance author. Her Destiny series takes you on a roller coaster ride through time with sexy Highlanders and sassy female heroines. If shifters are your kryptonite then check out her Black Mountain Pack series which throws a twist on the traditional shifter lore. Miranda is a mother to two teenage boys who are sure they know it all, a 75lb lapdog, a 15lb foot warmer, and a cat that most days plans her demise. She is thankful her husband doesn’t mind the extra voices in her head. Miranda is an only child who grew up on a dairy farm in Illinois which left her plenty of time to make up stories in her head for entertainment. She currently resides in Tennessee where she wonder if Mother Nature will ever stop with the hormonal mood swings. She fuels herself with coffee, chocolate, and wine.

Make sure to follow Miranda Lynn to keep up to date on Rook and all the other players in the Black Mountain Pack.

FB: https://www.facebook.com/MirandaLynnBks/

Join her readers group for sneak peaks and exclusive giveaways: https://www.facebook.com/groups/367841766921211/

Website: www.mirandalynn.com

Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2ldOuDe

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MirandaLynnBks

 

 

#WOTR # NewRelease – Lost in Between by KL Kreig

 

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Lost in Between by KL Kreig is LIVE!

“Clear a space on the top shelf of book boyfriends
.there’s a new man claiming a top spot and his name is Shaw Mercer.” – Totally Booked Blog

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BUY NOW

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2jrcvHk
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Blurb:

We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.

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About the Author:

As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

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#WOTR #ChapterReveal – Coal by Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

 Title: Coal
Series: Regulators MC #3
Author: Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Cover Model is Jacob Wilson 
Cover Photographer is Furious Fotog
Cover Design by Mina Carter


Coal (Regulators MC 3)
Chapter Excerpt

 

Written by:

 

Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane 

 

Copyright © Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane 2017

 


 

This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situation are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.

 

This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
Please Note: The following excerpt is subject to change in final edits.

 

~Coal~

 

She is the everyday girl next-door.

 

He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories.

 

Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go.

 

Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart.

 

Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul.

 

In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread 
 or were they? He lives with more questions than answers.

 

Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal?

 

Prologue

 

The pounding in my head continues to assault my ears. Chad’s party last night was epic, and my head is making sure to remind me of the good time I had.

 

Bang.

 

Bang.

 

Thump.

 

Thump. Bang. Thump. Bang.

 

The rhythm is now unsteady.

 

“Trevor wake your ass us right the fuck now!” My dad yells in his Army Ranger voice that has me immediately up and at attention by my bed.

 

Shit, why is my dad yelling? This tone is reserved for the major fuck ups.

 

Making my way to the door, I don’t bother to put on clothes and exit in my boxers. Immediately, I’m met with the brick wall that is my dad. We’re about the same height and of similar build. Only my dad has seen war, has scars and quite honestly scares the shit out of me.

 

“Turn around and put some clothes on. Then you get downstairs and face the shit storm you’ve caused. Two minutes, or I drag you down and let them see you in your naked glory, I don’t give a damn.”

 

He gives me a slight shove back into my room while my vision blurs and the chalky taste in my mouth only makes me wish I had time to grab a glass of water. His instructions were clear and precise. I won’t press my luck with the Ranger. Quickly tossing on my sweats and a t-shirt I rush downstairs only to stop midway. There is no way I’m going to be any longer than necessary, not with the mood he is in this morning. No sir.

 

The sight in front of me is like a punch to my hungover already ready to puke gut.

 

My girlfriend, Amber, stands at the bottom of the stair case with tears in her eyes with her parents flanking her on either side. The girl I have spent every spare moment with for the last few months doesn’t look like the lively, beautiful young woman I’m used to seeing. No, she looks a mess, hurt, broken, and could it possibly be she’s ashamed. Her mother’s eyes are swollen from crying and her father 


 

His face is murderous. What the hell is going on?

 

I shake my head trying to sort out why they’re here. Why my girlfriend looks like the world has crumbled at her feet. More so, why she’s brought this to my doorstep.

 

“Trevor,” my father barks harshly making me jump while I complete my descent and hit the bottom step. “Ass – couch – now.” He commands me before looking to the other family. “Mr. and Mrs. Bridges, Amber, please head into the living room so we can address this matter.”

 

Matter? What could be wrong? I haven’t seen Amber in three days. She said she had the flu. We’ve been dating six months. Three weeks ago, she finally gave it up at a party at her best friend, Kiki’s house. Nothing has seemed out of the ordinary. We haven’t had much time together. I know I was drunk, she was drunk, so it wasn’t some romantic thing. In fact, once I got inside her tight pussy, I had to fight not to blow my load with the first thrust. I didn’t last long, but I told her next time would be better. I tried to make it good. I even held her afterward knowing it was her first time. 

 

I sit while my mind races.

 

“Trevor,” my mom says my name gently while I look up into her dark eyes and see pain. “Amber’s family tell us that something occurred a couple of weeks ago,” she starts only to be interrupted.

 

“You fucking piece of shit got my daughter drunk and raped her!” Mr. Bridges roars lunging at me only to be held back by my dad who easily towers a good six inches over the man.

 

My mother rushes to my side, her long black hair hitting me in the arm. She’s Native American and I get my dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin from her. My height of six feet seven inches comes from my beast of a father.

 

“We need to discuss this,” my mother says to the Bridges.

 

“Nothing to discuss,” Mrs. Bridges replies. “Graduation is in two weeks, we want to see Trevor gone. Amber will have enough of a reminder for the next nine months of what’s happened to her. After the kids graduate, Trevor gets out of town for school or the military, or we go to the police and press charges.”

 

“Press charges?” I scream and run my hands through my hair as sharp pains assault my head. “For what?”

 

“Rape!” Mr. Bridges yells back.

 

Tears hit me. I’m seventeen years old. One night at a party where I swear she said yes leaves me in this kind of mess.

 

“I didn’t,” I gasp and try to get out the words, only I make the mistake of looking into Amber’s eyes. The fear, the pain, the sadness, and the desolation are all writing in her features as she shakes her head at me. “I didn’t do that.” I can’t even say the word.

 

My mother grips my arm in support. “Let’s sit down and talk this through.”

 

We back up and sit on the couch where my father releases Mr. Bridges and paces behind us. The Bridges’ take their seats on the loveseat and chair. Amber refuses to make eye contact any further with me.

 

“Were you at a party two weekends ago with Amber?” Mr. Bridges starts his interrogation.

 

I nod.

 

“Were you drinking?”

 

I nod.

 

“Do you understand that the legal drinking age in the United States is twenty-one?” He continues to fire questions at me. “Do you understand that an underage girl being intoxicated is not of the right mind to give consent to sexual activities? Do you understand the pain you’ve caused our daughter? Do you understand the ramifications of your actions?”

 

“Sir,” I have to swallow the lump in my throat as I fight back emotions. “I understand the legal drinking age. I understand that while yes, I was intoxicated, your daughter was an equal participant. So no, sir, I do not understand the ramifications of my actions.” I fight back the urge to puke.

 

My father’s hand comes to the back of my head. “Since your mother and I failed to make a man out of you. The Army will.” He clips out. “Trevor will be signing enlistment papers today and be gone within thirty days time.”

 

Mr. Bridges rises to extend his hand to my father to shake. “We appreciate your attention to the matter and easing the burden for Amber. We’ll be in touch about the future.”

 

Amber stands with her mother never once looking at me as she exits, while I can’t help but fear what my future holds and my mind tries to grasp what they’re saying.

 

I didn’t do it. I didn’t take advantage of her.

 

**

 

Two years later, I finish selection to become a Green Beret. The badass of the badasses. One of the elite. I remember in the selection process, while trying to mentally survive one obstacle to the next, someone said, “Hell is a fictional place. When you’re done here it’ll seem like a fucking sanctuary.”

 

He was both right and wrong. Finishing selection was the most grueling thing I’ve ever done, but I had already seen hell. 

 

Hell was your girlfriend saying you raped her when she turned up pregnant. Hell was getting a letter she lost the baby before summer was over. Hell was knowing her life went on while I couldn’t figure out if my memories of that night were teenage fantasies or reality.

 

Hell was living day in and day out haunted by an event you aren’t sure really happened.

 

 

Chapter One

 

Coal

 

“Ropa Vieja,” I order my shredded beef while Ice looks over his menu beside me. Without having to watch him I know what Ice is doing – scanning the restaurant. Taking in the colorfully painted booths and wood stained stables while checking to make sure there is no threat in here to us. To men like us, it’s second nature to make sure your area is free of danger.

 

“Arroz con pollo,” he gives the waitress his chicken order.

 

With a nod, she takes off to the back, weaving in and out of the tables, leaving me with one of the few people who I consider family sitting in front of me.

 


 

“It’s been three years, brother.” Ice meets my stare and doesn’t back down. “Madyson is good. She’s working through it.”

 

I pause and give it to him honest, “you really think someone works through something like that?”

 

“Watching her, I know they do.”

 

His statement does nothing to ease my fears.

 

“You got a thing for my wife’s sister, Coal?” He asks the question everyone seems to wonder. “Look me in the eye and tell me. If you do, I’m not gonna judge. Not sayin’ I’ll be happy either, but you need to buck up, Coal.”

 

“Fuck no, I’m old enough to be her damn dad.” I am angry he can even think this. “You know me better than that.”

 

“Then why since the day we got her back, you’ve made it your mission to make sure she moves beyond this. Hell, Coal, you’ve paid for her college like she’s your fucking kid.”

 

I glare at him. “No one is supposed to know that. As far as she goes, Morgan goes, or the damn Pope goes, you pay her way through school. Drop the subject.”

 

“Easier said then done, brother.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

 

“Got ghosts,” I reply as the waitress drops our plates in front of us. 

 

It’s all I’m going to give him. My personal life, my hell, is not his business. I have the means now to find Amber. I don’t. I made a vow to my father the day I signed my enlistment papers to let the Army make a man out of me. I promised I would let Amber go and live her life free of me. Since the moment I took my oath, I haven’t looked into her. I won’t. The baby is gone. There is nothing for me to talk to her about without bringing up what is one bad fucking memory. 

 

When Madyson was found, I promised her I would be by her side to make sure she could move on in life. I made a vow to leave Amber alone, good or bad. I had to keep my word. I wouldn’t let Madyson be alone, though, no I gave her my word to be her support. 

 

And I have.

 

Ice raises his hands in surrender knowing I’m done talking about Madyson. “For now, I don’t have to kick your ass.”

 

“Forever,” I clip back meaning it. I do care about the well being of Madyson, but not in the way he thinks.

 

Three years ago Madyson was kidnapped, drugged and raped by men who were operating a sex slavery ring out of the Miami area. The Regulators had already taken notice of the number of women who were going missing, but it became personal when Ice’s daughter, Brooke’s best friend, Madyson, became one of those missing women.

 

Our club went in undercover, starting a business relationship with the man we thought was running the ring. I had to do some despicable shit to prove the Regulators were genuinely interested, such as fuck two of their drugged-up whores, but in the end it had been worth it because we got Madyson back. 

 

Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to help other people. I have no problem doing that. I also have no problem with the black strokes each offense leaves on my soul after doing them. I am coming to realize there isn’t much of a soul left in me anyways. The way I prove to myself that I actually am some sort of decent human being is by doing things such as putting Madyson through school. Giving one girl the chance that I had inadvertently taken from another so many years ago.

 

It’s one of those things I don’t need to explain to a single soul. It’s between me and whatever higher power I choose to believe in today.

 

With our meals in front of us, we eat and spend the rest of our time in companionable silence. Brett ‘Ice’ Grady is one of my long time friends. He’s also not one to press me for words. Even if he did, he wouldn’t get them. My past is my own and it’s not something anyone needs to know.

 

I left Trevor Blake behind the day I enlisted in the United States Army. My black heart is dark as coal they say and earned me my name in the Green Beret’s where I met, Ice, Shooter, and Hammer. I kill without question. I sleep without dreams. And even all these years later, I still wonder if no was yes or somehow yes was no. It eats at me. It’s my penance to pay. I won’t bother her, I won’t dredge up the history for Amber. I let it be the gray area in life and determined that my future would be black and white forever. I no longer leave anything to chance or a misunderstanding.

 

Our phones ping at the same time, the text is from Screech, our tech man, and it’s a simple one-word statement.

 

Mission.

 

We have orders, time to finish up here and meet everyone at the club to see exactly what Uncle Sam has in store for our undercover group next.

 


 

Regulators Motorcycle Club, a brotherhood of military men with a job that is a special skillset. One that walks a line between right and wrong. We’re always one second away from going too far.

 

I have nothing to lose. I’m more than okay with it all. 

 

Some of the other men in our club, such as Ice and Hammer, have everything to lose. Ol’ ladies, families. That’s not me. I have nothing to tie me down and not one fucking thing to lose.

 

My father died ten years ago from a heart attack. Now my mom lives alone. I help her out when it comes to making sure her bills are paid, but I can’t make myself face her in person. I’m afraid all I’ll see is shame in her eyes from the things in my past.

 

As I walk out of the restaurant behind Ice I see a familiar face. She goes by the street name Precious and is one of the whores I use when I need to get off. I don’t do many repeats, but Precious is one of the few that I have gone to more than once because she’s always clean, pretty, and I know she has a kid she’s trying to support on her own.

 

Sauntering over to me she purrs, “Hey baby. Haven’t seen you in a while. Want to go get a room?”

 

I shake my head. “Got somewhere to be Precious. You hittin’ on me because you want my dick or because you need to pay a bill?”

 

Her eyes flash in humiliation and I know it’s the latter. Pulling out my wallet I take out a hundred dollar bill and put it in her hand. “Take this and I’ll see you when I can.”

 

I walk away, not wanting to hear her thanks. I’m not the sort of man anyone should thank for anything. Seeing her desperate like that makes me wonder about my mom. It makes me worry if she needs more money from me or not. She’s stubborn and doesn’t like to take the ‘handouts’ I give her. Instead she would rather earn it at the little garden shop she works at. I’ll have to have Screech hack into her bank account and check things out for me.

 

My parents might have believed that I was a disappointment of a son because of what happened. Since the day I left to join the Army I still remember all the lessons my father taught me. Taking care of your family was one of those lessons. Whether my mom likes it or not, I’m going to check in on her soon to make sure she’s got everything she needs. If that means paying her bills for her behind her back, then that’s what I’ll do.

 

Throwing my leg over my bike, I start her up and rev the engine. Ice is already moving so I head out after him. I have no idea what the mission is yet, but I’m ready for it.

 

I feel that familiar need to fight, get my hands bloody. Release some of the rage I hold inside of my body twenty-four hours a day. I’m just hoping this mission gives me the chance to make someone the mangled mess I am inside.

 

 

Paisley

“Girl, you’re on fire!” I tell the air around me as I dance around my loft apartment getting ready for my day. Self-talk, it’s working wonders. “Dance, Paisley, dance, no one is here to see.” I shake my bootie and swirl around the kitchen making my morning smoothie. The space is open and airy, so I can twirl and shimmy my ass anywhere I please to go from the living room to the kitchen. For now, I stay in the kitchen as I start to drink my smoothie and bounce my hips from side to side.

In the last few years, I’ve changed my routine to start my day with as much pep as I can conjure. When everything is taken from you in a blink, it’s hard to rebalance.

Within thirty minutes, I’m at the gym for yoga. Walking through the front doors, I have my earbuds in and my music up, jamming in my mind. Looking down, I am stopped abruptly when I feel two firm hands grip my shoulders stopping me just inches from his chest.

Scotty.

While the man has muscles on top of muscles he’s an ego-maniac. I’m sure most women do swoon over him, but ‘man grunts’ and flexing don’t do it for me.

“Paisley, baby, gotta be careful.”

“Sorry,” I mutter knowing I need to pay attention.

“Make it up to me, take me to dinner tonight.” He sort of commands in the way Scotty does.

I reach up and pat his pectoral muscle to which he makes it jump in what I assume to be a way to impress me. “Scotty, at least twice a week you tell me to take you to dinner.” I sigh. “It’s getting old, buddy. Women want to be whisked away, swept off their feet, ya know,” I look up into his green eyes, “romance, buddy, romance.”

He cups my chin with his first finger and thumb, “Paisley, this ain’t no fairytale. You can have a night or two with a man like me, gotta take the leap, baby.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “you really think that works?”

“You have no idea,” he smirks and I’ve had enough. Jerking my head back, I step to the side and around the behemoth.

“Not happening, Scotty, go have another protein shake.” I say without looking back at him.

I make my way front the front entrance of the gym, passing a few isolated exercise rooms to the door that leads into the women’s locker room. Desirae, who is one of my closest friends is already putting her stuff in a metal locker when I walk in.

We met when she came to Miami after the death of her sister. She still visits North Carolina regularly but for the most part her life is in South Beach with her man, Ethan ‘Hammer’ McCoy. They’re cute together in that ‘get a room’ kind of face sucking way.

Des is easy-going and doesn’t judge a soul. It’s why we get along so well.

She takes one look at my face before automatically speaking, “Scotty, again?”

“Yup. Des, is it really bad to think romance is dead?”

She laughs. “Honey, I live with a biker. Depends on your definition of romance.”

I sit on the bench rather than tuck my stuff away. “I want to be knocked on my butt. When cupid nails me with his arrow, I’m gonna be swept away. It’s not something I’ll find on a date, it’s something that’s going to spark and then go BOOM.” I raise my hands dramatically.

“You do realize it doesn’t necessarily work that way, right?”

“You and your logic. Okay so for most people it may not, but for me that’s how it’ll be. The stars will align and something will happen sending me barreling into the man of my dreams life and instantly there will be fireworks. I know it.”

She closes her locker before picking up my phone and towel to toss them in the locker beside hers.

“Fireworks, those can happen for a lot of reasons, Paisley.” She smiles and takes me by the hand to pull me from my perch on the bench. “I love you to death, but you are the craziest woman I know. Maybe a little meat in you would take the edge off?” She jokes to which I just sigh loudly.

“Meat in me, huh? That’s gonna solve all my problems.” We both laugh and make our way to class. Exiting through the other side of the women’s locker room, we walk through the heart of the gym filled with various exercise machines until we reach the yoga classroom in the back.

An hour session later, love, fireworks, romance, and all thoughts of my morning are gone. No, the meditation, the focus, the calm is all back in place. I’m balanced. Rejuvenated.

My shift at the grocery store begins on a register. Beep, beep, slide the cans with a smile, its my job. I count items or sing songs in my head to entertain myself as I ring up my customer.

“Paisley,” the produce manager calls my name getting my attention.

“Yes, sir.”

“Flip your light. Finish that one then you gotta work organic today, Paul called in.”

I nod my head and do as I’m told.

Bin by bin, I go through the vegetables and fruits making sure to discard any that are going bad and refill low stock.

“Can you believe they want over a dollar more for this organic crap?” A lady says to her friend.

“Half of it still has dirt on it,” her friend chimes in. I should probably mind my own business, but they are missing out on some good foods by their assumptions.

“While I can understand one’s aversion to the dirt, please understand that once rinsed in tap water the metal and mineral components in all water speed the process therefore the food rots at a faster rate. Organic does cost some more because the rate in which a store loses the produce is higher since they aren’t packed full of preservatives which settle in your gut and make for a slow moving digestive system. And the dirt you visibly see is simple the covering provided in nature to slow oxidation and keep the air off the fruit or vegetable.” Immediately, I regret speaking. I switched majors in college and finished with a degree in Horticulture. Plant life, studying it, exploring it, well it’s the only thing I could make sense of after facing loss of real people’s lives.

“Thanks for the science lesson,” the woman cuts me off and I draw back at her tone. My intention wasn’t to offend but to explain.

Shrugging my shoulders, I go back to work deciding not to press my luck.

I made a decision five years ago to live a simplified life as much as I can and be conscious of my decisions for both my body and my environment. I lost everything by being careless and I won’t do that again. The regrets kept me up at night for far too long. I try to remain focused and centered in my every thought, word, and action.

I even considered going off the grid living, but soon realized my fear of bugs and my height leave me at a strong disadvantage to making a go at it. Plus, living in South Beach there isn’t really a whole lot of possibilities for that lifestyle.

Instead, I live in a one room loft style apartment, drive a Prius, and eat a mostly natural diet. Like the women beside me, the life isn’t for everyone. Modern day conveniences come at a price to our bodies and environment, but it’s my choice and I can’t push it on everyone.

They push their carts on by without buying anything organic and I go about straightening up.

My shift ends and I find my mood to be lacking. Sadness, an emotion I was once all too familiar with encompasses me.

Depression.

I remind myself I won’t go there again. I’ve cleaned up my life. No demons haunt me anymore. Today was not the best day, but it wasn’t the worst.

I have dealt with the worst. Now I have my crystals, my diet, and my lifestyle to keep my energies refocused to the positive and not into the darkness. I lost a lot, yes, but I haven’t lost it all.

Not everyone can understand me. I don’t take it personally. The choices I make are for me and me alone.

It’s hard to keep it in perspective. Living a clean life allows me to not lose sight of the blessings I have. For me, keeping my diet away from processed foods isn’t about being skinny, it’s about not clogging my heart, my pores, or my mind with junk. Yoga, balances both the mind and the body. It wasn’t until I immersed myself in this lifestyle that I found peace.

I gather my things from the break room and make my way to my car. Distractedly, I pull out into traffic trying to forget my past and stay in my current.

The alarm on my phone goes off reminding me it’s time for a snack. Reaching over to my passage seat cooler, I take out an apple. We eat for sustenance not for hunger. By maintaining a healthy glucose, I don’t feel the hunger pains and keep my body and my mind on a regimented schedule. My mind can’t become distracted and my emotions won’t run in a panic if I continually eat in small portions. Again, it’s about control for me.

The light ahead turns red and I take my foot off the gas and decompress the brake. Lifting the green fruit to my mouth, I bite, feeling the bitter of the granny smith apple hit my taste buds I close my eyes briefly in appreciation.

That’s when the bump happens.

Throwing the apple over my shoulder, I look up to see a huge man on a motorcycle look over his shoulder at me as my bumper has clearly pushed into his rear tire.

Oh heavens, what have I done?

He pushes the kick stand down as I throw the car in park, slap on my hazard lights and open my door.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” I say rushing to him. 

Before me stands a stunningly tall bald man whose aura screams sex. He has one of those seriously killer beards that you sort of want to pet because it’s so fabulous. It accentuates his strong face and tan skin. His long legs are covered in jeans that hug his tree trunk thighs, and his feet clad in some serious looking ass kicking boots. A black shirt covers his chest underneath his leather vest with patches all over it and the whole visual strikes me as an intimidating figure. His dark eyes stare right through me as I look at him. ‘Coal’ sits on the left side of his vest, over his heart. ‘Vice President’ lays opposite the name on his right side. The rest of his vest has a bunch of different patches with different cities and sayings. Is this a biker in the same club as Desirae’s man?

He shakes his head. “You okay?”

“Yes, I am, but are you?”

He nods. “I’m fine. Get in your car, pay attention and go home,” he dismisses me. “Don’t just stand there looking stupefied. Get in the car go home, it’s done.”

“I need to make this right,” I stammer as my mind spins and I feel like things are suddenly out of control.

“Nothing wrong so nothing to make right.” He studies me as cars rush past us. “Get in your car, can’t leave till I know you got back in the vehicle.”

“Don’t you need my information. I have insurance.”

“It was a bump.” He doesn’t hide his frustration. “Not a patient man, Pixie, so get in your pedal car and go on.”

Pixie? I want to ask, but I don’t. The man is clearly not wanting to do anything about our incident. So doing the only thing I can think of, I get back in my Prius, turning off the hazards and putting it in gear, I try to shake off my emotions. Anxiety, guilt, frustration, and sadness all toy with my carefully balanced core. I feel myself tipping, falling, and stumbling down into the darkness.

Next, I do what every respectable, twenty-six-year-old woman does when she is faced with a scarier than a horror movie biker, I follow him.

 


She is the everyday girl next-door.

He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories.

Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go.

Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart.

Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul.

In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread 
 or were they? He lives with more questions than answers.

Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal? 

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.










Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

 



 

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