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Series Blitz ~ The False Series, Books One, Two & Three by Meli Raine, #RomanticSuspense ~ Audio Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York. Available Now!

 

Title: False Memory
Series: The False Series #1
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense

Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York

Release Date: August 15, 2019
Blurb
It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them.
Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a
funeral arrangement when I see one.
I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital
room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life.
I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really
die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory.
I fake my amnesia.
Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The
killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose.
The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me
“remember.” I hate lying to him.
But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him.
Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself.
In more ways than one.

 

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Excerpt
Mom rushes into the room, moving the man aside, her face coming so close,
my eyes losing focus. I want to look at her. Want to beg her to make him leave.
Want to yell and scream and claw my way out of this bed to get away.
“Lily! Lily! It’s Mommy. I’m here, sweetie. I’m here.” Her hand goes to
mine, clasping it like she has a million times before.
This time, I squeeze. I will it. I close my eyes and send the full force
of the universe’s sense of mercy into one impulse, one set of muscle fibers,
one aching, desperate movement.
“TOM!” Mom gasps. “She squeezed my hand! Lily, did you squeeze my hand on
purpose? Do it once for yes, twice for no!”
I squeeze once.
“Oh, Lord, thank you!” Mom babbles, tears rolling down her face,
splattering on my cheek, stinging where the tape pulls my skin. “Squeeze twice
if you want to see Daddy!”
Squeeze squeeze.
“She’s awake ! She’s coming out of it! My Lily is waking up!” Mom shouts.
“We have to tell everyone! We have to keep her awake. Tom! Doctor! Help!”
I look behind her. A crew of white lab coats has appeared, jabbering. And
next to them, the man in dark clothes. I know I can squeeze.
I know it is light. I know it is.
I know something else, too.
I know who that man is.
Because that is the man who shot me in the head.
The man who wants me dead.
And his eyes are staring right into my soul.
Blink.
Title: False Hope
Series: The False Series #2
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York
Release Date: August 31, 2019
Blurb
She thinks she’s fooled me. But I’ve known all along.
Almost.
Lily is hiding something, a secret so big, she came out of a year-long
coma and her first instinct was to lie.
Who does that? Someone who is afraid. No—not afraid.
Terrified. And it’s my job to take that fear away.
My partner and I have spent countless man-hours hunting down the
cold-blooded killer who did this to her. Meanwhile, Lily’s spent her waking
hours recovering. Getting stronger. Getting smarter.
Staying beautiful.
Never get involved emotionally. That’s my dictate. Never get attached.
When you realize you’re caught in a triangle, it turns out there is no
exit.
Crossing a line is easy. Holding a line takes strength.
Lily’s shooter knows that she’s my weakness.
And he’s about to exploit that by breaking a line and escaping, claiming
a hostage in the process.
One I have to get back.
No matter what it takes.
False Hope is book 2 in the False trilogy by USA Today bestselling author
Meli Raine.
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Excerpt
If unicorns had a flavor, it would taste like kissing Lily.
Her essence is still on the tip of my tongue as I watch the layered
response Lily has mastered. Observe her as that beautiful mind works to line
all the pieces up and execute the subterfuge, living in two selves, one ever
vigilant, one struggling to stay quiet.
For months now, I’ve felt it. Sensed it.
Now I can taste it, too. Lies have a flavor.
And God help me, I want more of the deliciousness of Lily.
But those lies come with an aftertaste, a bitter acrimony that has an
overriding power.
My own words ring in the air like a gong as I wait: When were you
going to tell me you’ve been faking the amnesia, Lily? Before or after I sleep
with you?
“Sleep with me?” she squeaks, the words catching me off guard. I assumed
she’d deny the lying.
Not talk about my fantasies.
“You want to talk about that?” I choke out, amused and
sickened. “You’ve been lying to me for close to a year and all you want to talk
about is sleeping with me?”
“You brought it up!”
She’s got me there.
“How about this fake amnesia bullshit, Lily? How about we talk about that before
we discuss getting sweet between the sheets?”
She blushes.
I get hard.
This—this is why I should have recused myself from this
damned assignment long ago. I knew this day would come. I knew I’d have to call
her on the lying.
Worse than that—I knew I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
Title: False Start
Series: The False Series #3
Author: Meli Raine
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Narrators: Andi Arndt & Sebastian York
Release Date: September 17, 2019
Blurb
This isn’t how my life is supposed to end.
Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who
we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed
to deceive.
Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I’m just a lure. A pawn. An
object.
But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.
Like love.
I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.
If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.
Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it’s
finally giving out. Giving way.
Giving up.
I know Duff, though.
He never will.
Blink.
Read the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s
False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.
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Excerpt
Being
locked in a room with a dead body is not on my bucket list.
Being
locked in a room with a faceless corpse, the dim light making his exposed,
bloody skull bones gleam like rubies, is definitely not on my wish list.
The scream
that wants to come out turns inward, helplessness stopping it somewhere in my
chest, comforted by my heart, which only wants it to go quiet. Screaming won’t
fix this. I can’t find an escape by making noise.
Reality has
a way of dominating.
I look down
at the dead man.
Who is
very, very real.
I move
gently on the chaise, taking the deepest breath I can, holding it for too long.
Suspending myself in time and space feels like the only out. I can’t actually leave.
Second best is closing off my air supply, shutting my eyelids, not moving.
Freezing in place gives me an illusion to grasp, the fleeting seconds
important.
My hand
slides under a throw pillow. The cool haven of hidden fabric makes me shiver.
A black
spider, all too familiar, comes off the pillow my hand is under.
That makes
me shiver even more.
I jump up,
shocked by the intrusion of another living being.
The door
calls out to me.
The spider
crawls down one leg of the chaise, then makes its way dispassionately along the
tip of the dead guy’s shoe.
In order to
get to the door, I have to go around the dead body. In order to move, I have to
feel the sensation of his blood on my skin. When I bend my arm, the dried blood
on my shoulders and neck crackles. It puckers, like child’s glue spread over
skin and allowed to dry for fun. For amusement.
This is
anything but amusing.
Author Bio

 

Meli Raine
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli
rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the
ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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New Release ~ Without Exception, #ContemporaryRomance by KE Osborn is Available Now!

Title: Without Exception
Author: KE Osborn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 18, 2019
Cover Design: Kellie Dennis & Book Cover by Design
Alex Scott is an asshole!
 
He’s rude, obnoxious, and hell-bent on evicting me from the tattoo studio my parents and I worked so hard to perfect. So, it’s not just a shop to me. This place holds life, it affirms love, it contains memories. And when my world fell to pieces twelve months ago, it’s what kept me from doing the same.
 
Through the darkness, there’s one shining light. A client. Xander. He’s secretive, he comes and goes whenever he pleases, but our connection is obvious. I want more from him. But he’s a mystery. 
 
Two men. Polar opposites. Alex Scott’s a brooding warmonger, hungry for action, constantly emailing and driving me crazy. I won’t let him evict me. While Xander is a kind, sweet, caring soul whose only want is to look after my autistic brother and me. He’s sweeping me off my feet. 
 
Conflict – Betrayal – Lust – Angst 
 
Without exception, my heart will break. One man will put it back together again. But which one?

He leans in doing the strap up on the helmet, his eyes lingering on mine again. A burning sensation runs down my spine as I stare back at him.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s intense.
He’s intense, but I like it.
Xander finishes with the strap, then looks at his watch. “I have another half hour or so before the hounds are called. Feel like going for a ride?” he asks.
I gnaw on my bottom lip.
I shouldn’t.
I have a tattoo studio to run. Probably clients waiting. But what’s another half hour, right?
“Half an hour, no more.”
“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”
I stand taller puffing out my chest. “You have no idea.”
He grins. “You up for going somewhere we’re not supposed to be?”
Excitement builds inside of me. This whole bad boy thing he has going on is really working for me. “Hell yeah, I’m all for breaking the rules.”

Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.


Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.


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New Release: Back Beat by Ryleigh Sloan, #ContemporaryRomance is AVailable Now!

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I had dreams. Big ones. And Dean Carter did everything in his power to help me achieve them.
Until we fell in love and everything fell apart. Now everyone thinks I tried to sleep my way to the top and I can’t say I blame them when the evidence points to exactly that.
However, looks can be deceiving…

Dean
Blair McKenzie is the definition of perfect. She’s crazy talented and hot as…well, you get the point. But aside from all that, she has heart and in this business, heart is hard to come by.

In a moment of weakness, I had a lapse in judgment and nearly cost her everything.

Now I need to do the right thing. Except it feels wrong.

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Ryleigh Sloan is a romance author with a masters degree in being an indecisive control freak. Her favorite pastime is driving her friends crazy by writing multiple books at once.

Following the advice of established authors to read, read, read in order to hone one’s craft she does just that and engrosses herself in as many romance novels as she can get her hands on. Her bad habit of writing more than one book at a time carries over to her reading and she can be found reading, and listening to multiple titles at once and enjoying every moment.

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Cover Reveal ~ Wick (The Kings of Retribution MC, Louisiana Chapter Book 2), #MCRomance by Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniels

Title: Wick
Series: The Kings of Retribution MC, Louisiana Chapter (Book 2)
Author: Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniels
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: TBA
Models: Nana Malone & Chuan Williams
Photographer: Wander Aguiar / Wander Book Club
Cover Designer: Crystal Daniels
Malik Dawson – better known to his brothers as Wick; The Vice President of The Kings of Retribution MC, Louisiana Chapter. He lives for his club. The unity and loyalty of the brotherhood give him a sense of purpose and belonging he felt he was missing after years of serving his country.
But all men have their demons, and Wick carries the pain and guilt of losing his childhood friend; the friend he feels he did not protect as they fought side by side in combat. Before he died, Damien made him promise to always be there for his little sister, Vayda; look after her and protect her if something were to ever happen to him.
Following through on a vow made years ago, Wick watches over his fallen comrade’s sister.
Then one night, he kisses her, and he no longer sees her as his friend’s kid sister. She becomes so much more.
It should never have happened. That’s what he keeps telling himself.
Wick becomes torn between what he wants and the promise he made to his friend years ago. Distancing himself, Wick avoids the overwhelming need to claim her and make Vayda his.
When a rescue mission is compromised, and Vayda’s life is on the line, Wick holds nothing back. He sets out on a mission of his own to find her—killing anyone who gets in the way.
Vayda Wilder—aka—Tequila, comes from a long line of military service members: Grandfather, Father, and big brother, Damien. All her life she dreamed of becoming a United States Air Force pilot.
Devastated after her brother’s death, Vayda found herself lost. Damien was her hero and her best friend. The one person who understood her. Determined to make him proud, Vayda enlists straight out of high school, becoming the best soldier and pilot she could be. With years of experience, she starts taking on secret covert missions and saving countless lives from the evil grips of human traffickers. Soon her assignments begin crossing paths with her brother’s best friend, Malik.
One unforgettable kiss changes everything—yet it doesn’t.
Malik becomes distant—treating her like she no longer exists.
Burying herself deep in mercenary work helps take her mind off the man she wants until she finds herself captured by the Cartel.
Fighting for his woman, Malik, and The Kings of Retribution become Vayda’s only hope of making it out alive.
A little about Us!

 

We are sisters Sandy Alvarez and Crystal Daniels. Since 2017 we have co-authored and published eight books in The Kings of Retribution MC Series – Undaunted, The Darkest of Light, Finding Solace, Defy ,Unbreakable, Lost King, Prospect, and Riggs – The Kings of Retribution MC-Louisiana Chapter.
Other books written by us include , Demetri The Volkov Empire, Leather and Mistletoe Novella, and Love above Law.
When we are not writing you will find us spending time with our families or curled up with a good book.

 

 

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Cover Reveal ~ Cruel Boy by Clarissa Wild, #DarkBullyRomance is Releasing on September 30th 2019

Title: Cruel Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2019

 

𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩.

 

Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.
Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football quarterback and every girl’s crush.
But there’s more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and that killer smile …
He’s a notorious heartbreaker …
And he’s got his eyes set on me.
The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.
He teases and tempts me … just to ruin me.
Because I know the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know.
A big, dirty secret …
And there’s nothing bad boys won’t do to keep a secret buried.

 

Nate stands near the edge of the bathroom, facing the window, head down between his shoulders, hands firmly planted on the windowsill, fingers sprawled but crooked, as if he’s trying to crack his nails against the stone. A picture I could paint in a heartbeat.

“I know you’re there,” he says, his voice gravelly, painful. As though he’s wounded and ready to lash out.

I should run and hide. Take my pride and stride while I still own it. He could strip me bare of everything I am and throw me to the masses to be ridiculed. He’s Falcon Elite’s star athlete; a guy with a promise of a bright future. A person with so much baggage you don’t dare touch them.

But I do.

My hand has already reached for him and grazed his shoulder.

He immediately turns around.

I take a few steps back.

“Are you stalking me now?” he growls, snorting. “Pathetic.”

He breathes, walks, and talks like a monster. A man obsessed with one thing and one thing only. Me.

“I’m not. You started it,” I reply, still stepping back until I’m backed into a corner of the toilets with no escape. He’s already blocked the door with his huge frame. The only way out is by passing him. Shit.

He leans in and traps me between him and the wall. “Why did you follow me?”

My heart beats in my throat and I swallow away the lump in my throat.

“I … wanted to know.”

“What? How a guy like me can stoop to that level? Why I even try? If I’ll give up?” He looks into my eyes like he’s trying to search for the truth but I don’t have it for him.

“Tell me,” he says.

“Why you said you thought my painting was beautiful.” It sputters out of my mouth before I realize it.

I don’t mean to be so forthcoming, but when he looks at me like that with those penetrating eyes it just happens. And something about the way he clenches his jaw and then bites his lip undoes me.

“Because it’s the truth,” he says with such a serious face that I find it hard not to believe him.

He snorts. “But you’ll obviously think that’s a lie.”

“No,” I respond.

His eyes narrow. He brings one hand to his face and rubs his jaw. “Liar.”

The silence is overpowering. Seconds feel like minutes as his breath slows, but I can feel every one of them prickling on my skin.

“Is this really all about the pictures?” I ask.

He cocks his head, and leans in even further until his breath is against the side of my cheek and my whole body is covered in goose bumps. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

A gasp escapes my mouth when his lips briefly brush past my ear.

“Tell me … are you scared of me?” he whispers.

I want to answer, but my throat feels numb and my head dizzy.

When our eyes connect, the tension is like lightning electrifying me from the inside out. This can’t be happening, it can’t be that … I can’t want this.

A devious, sexy smirk appears on his face. “Thought so.”

Then he turns around and walks out, leaving me out of breath … and with my heart lost to a boy I shouldn’t ever crave.
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.
 
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Release Blitz & My 📝Review📝: The Billionaire’s Secret (The Billionaire Duet #2) by Nana Malone, Genre: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense is Available Now!

 

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Secret
Series: The Billionaire Duet #2

Author: Nana Malone

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 17, 2019

 

Blurb
It was supposed to be a simple job. Go to the Winston Isles, stand in
for my billionaire double for a few
weeks.
But between the kidnapping attempt and
accidentally falling in love with my bodyguard
, things have been far from
simple.

The good news, at least now the woman I love knows who I really am. The bad
news is, no one else knows and someone
is still trying to kill me.

I came to the Winston Isles to save my mother’s life, now I’ve got so much more
than I bargained for. The trick will be to hold on to my brand new life and not get killed in the process.

 

 

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Excerpt

Zia…
Liar.

 

Conman.


Duplicitous fuck.

 

 
As I leaned against the wall of the makeshift medical room we’d set up in the
penthouse, I thought about the two versions of the man I had started to fall
for.
 
Two versions of one of the richest men in the world. One of them was a
billionaire, Derrick Arlington. And the other was someone I didn’t know.
 
And currently, one of them was bleeding all over what looked like a massage
table.
 
I’d fallen in love with a mirage. None of what I’d felt had been real.
 
As the doctor Royal Elite had on call worked to patch up Derrick, I watched
them both. The resemblance was beyond uncanny. They were freaking identical.

 

No. You can tell them apart.



Right now, I could. But without the scruff and long hair, would I be able to?

 
I forced myself to take a closer look. To focus on what was different, what
stood out.
 
For starters, Theo, or whoever the hell he was, had broken his nose. There was
a slight bump in the ridge. It was barely noticeable, but it distinguished
them. That and the eyes, that stormy gray, surrounded by thick lashes. They
were the same shape and color, but Arlington’s were a little closer together.
Or maybe a little wider. It was hard to tell now as he had a cut above one and
it was nearly swollen shut.
 
Heightwise, they looked about the same, but I couldn’t be sure. They weighed
about the same. And I only knew that because I’d helped drag Arlington off the
beach with Theo, who had mumbled some bullshit about me not finding out that
way. And sorry, sorry blah blah blah. If I was being honest, the shock had
rendered me deaf and dumb right then.
 
But once the crisis was over, my voice was back, and I had a shit ton to say.
Starting with Liar. Conman. Duplicitous fuck.
 
It didn’t matter what form of explanation came out of his mouth. As far as I
was concerned, he was full of shit.

 

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Author Bio
USA Today Bestselling Author, NANA MALONE’s love of all
things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she
borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious
thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.
With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner
Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own
characters. Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime
works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as
sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.

The books in her series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle
and Barnes & Noble best seller lists as well as the iTunes Breakout Books
list and most notably the USA Today Bestseller list.

Until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find Nana working
hard on additional books for her series as well as other fun, sassy romances
for characters that won’t leave her alone. And if she’s not working or hiding
in the closet reading, she’s acting out scenes for her husband, daughter and
puppy in sunny San Diego.

Want to hit me up? Just email me:

nana@nanamaloneromance.com
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📝My Review📝:  5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
I really enjoy reading books from this author! Her characters are complex and flawed. There is always something intense and engaging going on in her stories. I am never bored. And while I am usually very good at inferencing, I admit that this author tends to surprise me. Often predictability is commonplace in romance novels. So when I can be surprised; it’s a good thing.

So, first let me tell you that this book is not a standalone. You’ll need to read Bodyguard To The Billionaire, which is book one of this duet. Of course that first book ends on a cliffhanger so consider yourself lucky that you can binge them both as The Billionaire’s Secret is releasing on September 17th 2019.

Theo and Zia have great chemistry and are perfect together. That is, until secrets are revealed. After Theo’s truths are revealed, he is worried that the woman he is falling in love with will want nothing to do with him. And yes, Zia is angry and feels betrayed. There is a lot going on in this book and since I don’t want to spoil it for you, I won’t say much more. But you I promise you there is a happy ending for Theo and Zia. And even Derrick! However, if you are a fan of Nan Malone’s Winston Isles, this is another book you won’t want to miss.

This is my honest and unbiased review. Thank you for taking the time to read it. 🙂

 

Release Tour: Hawk: Skulls the Early Years (Skulls Motorcycle Club) by Jessie Cooke, #MCRomance is Available Now!

Title: Hawk: Skulls the Early Years
Series: Skulls Motorcycle Club
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 12, 2019

 

 

Are some men just born bad…or do circumstances conspire to make them that way?
Grant “Hawk” Benning will go down in history as one of the baddest, most hated men on the eastern seaboard…and then some. Hawk cut his teeth on leather and steel, growing up heavily influenced by a culture of violence, drugs and crime. He would navigate the pathways between adolescence and adulthood using only the tools he’d been given…realizing too late that the club that made him a man, would likely bring about his ultimate demise.
Hawk’s life, his destiny, was with the Southside Skulls. Prospect at seventeen, Vice President at twenty-one. Two and a half decades of riding alongside the prolific Doc Marshall. Hawk will have a full life…but one wrought with a loneliness built by his reluctance to allow any glimpse of the man who really lived behind the kutte.
During his life, Hawk will fall in love with three women. The first will become his closest friend and she’ll leave a legacy that will both brighten and darken Hawk’s days to come.
The second, a free spirit…the one in touch with her own soul…the one who may have taught him how to reach his, if only she’d had the time.
And the last…the woman who would ultimately give him something that no one else ever could…a chance to glimpse and explore the best parts of himself…the parts that even he didn’t know existed.
Ride along, read along, and make your own decision in the end. Was Grant “Hawk” Benning born to be bad…or was the deck just stacked against him from the get-go?

 

 

 

 
 
 
“You can’t bring that kid in here.” Grant stood next to Cal, his mom’s old man, outside of a “Go-Go” bar on Washington Street. Grant had been to the bar before, on more than one occasion. Cal usually made him stay in the back with the “girls.” Grant didn’t really have any complaints about hanging out with the girls. They were pretty, they smelled good, and most of them were nice to him. They gave him soda pop and chocolates and they let him watch The Twilight Zone and Bewitched on the television in their dressing room while he waited for Cal. Grant thought it was funny they called it a “dressing” room since they seemed to do more undressing than dressing in there, but that wasn’t his business, so he stayed out of it. Grant spent a lot of time with Cal since his mom worked so much, and Cal taught him a lot. One of the first things he taught him was that he should always mind his own business. One of Cal’s favorite sayings was, “Row your own boat and keep your fucking oars outta mine.”

“Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” Cal asked the big, bald bouncer. “Fuck” was Cal’s favorite word; he worked it into every conversation and nearly every other word. Grant’s mother asked Cal not to say it in front of Grant when they first got together, but it didn’t seem to Grant like Cal listened to much of what his mother said. After a while, his mother started saying it too…sometimes. Grant didn’t care about that, but what bothered him was that the first time that he tried saying it, she had washed his mouth out with soap. His fourth-grade teacher had talked to them just that day about double standards. Grant didn’t understand much of it, and he hadn’t even realized he’d been listening. He was almost proud of himself for pointing it out to his mother. Of course, when he did, he got the soap bar a second time. From then on, he kept his use of the word to times when his mother wasn’t around.

“I don’t care if you’re the fucking Governor of Massachusetts,” the bald guy said. “You’re not bringing that kid in here.”

Cal didn’t like the governor, or the mayor, or the police. He talked a lot about the system being “fucked” and the cops being “corrupt” and the “man” trying to keep him down. It confused Grant a little bit because despite Cal’s obvious dislike of the government, he was definitely proud to be an American. Cal rode a Harley with an American flag painted on the tank, and at his club there was a big American flag that hung right next to their black and white Skulls flag. Grant listened to Cal and his MC brothers complain all the time about “foreigners” taking everything over. Foreign cars and motorcycles pissed them off, and they had derogatory names for anyone with a different skin color or accent. But still, Cal didn’t like the governor and Grant thought that the bouncer might end up being sorry he brought him into it.

Cal sighed, and to any other bystander he looked like he was turning to leave. But at eleven years old, Grant had already witnessed three years of Cal’s craziness and he knew well what was coming next. Cal wasn’t all that big, but to hear him tell it, he’d been kicking asses in the Watertown neighborhood he grew up in since he was five years old. Grant hadn’t really believed that at first, but he did now, and he had a feeling the big guy was about to believe it too. Grant took a step backwards to get out of the way and he saw the bouncer smile, like he thought he had won. Then just like that, Cal’s fist came out of nowhere and slammed into the guy’s face. Cal had never used his fist on the boy, but Grant had seen him use it on plenty of people and he knew it had to hurt, especially because he heard the man’s nose crack. Grant had watched Cal knock out men twice his size, make them bleed, and even make them cry. Cal always told him that if you wanted respect in this world, you had to be willing to fight for it. Grant tried using that line on the school principal the last time he got in a fight on the playground. It had gotten him suspended.

Cal stepped on the now prone, incoherent bouncer and the guy let out a painful cry. Cal pointed to the small skull on the front of his leather vest that matched the big one on his back and he said, “The Southside Skulls own this bar.” The man must be stupid, Grant thought, because he opened his mouth to try to argue. Cal pressed down harder with his boot and the man howled in pain. Cal waited for him to shut up again and then he went on, “It don’t matter whose name is on a piece of paper. The Skulls own this fucking city and your pitiful little boss knows it. Now you know it and if you ever forget it again, I’ll make sure you forget how to breathe too. You under-fucking-stand me?”

The nod the man managed looked, to Grant, like it hurt down to his bones. Cal smiled and then looked at the boy and said, “You coming? Already wasted too much fucking time on you today.”

Cal stepped over the man and Grant had to step on part of the big guy’s arm to get to the door. He didn’t understand why Cal was suddenly mad at him, but he wasn’t surprised. Cal got mad at him a lot. He never argued with Grant’s mom about “watching” the boy, but it was obvious to Grant he didn’t want to. But Cal didn’t argue with Grant’s mom about anything. He always just smiled when she was mad, let her yell at him, or whatever, and then he usually went and did things his way anyway. Grant sometimes tried that too, but nine times out of ten he got his butt whooped for it.

Once they were inside the bar, Grant had to blink his eyes real fast to keep the thick smoke from making them water. His nose burned and the bright lights from the small stage blinded him. It was disorienting and he stood still for a minute just trying to get his bearings. He felt Cal’s palm tap the back of his head. “Go on in the back,” he barked at him, “and keep your oars in your own boat!”

Grant started toward the back and he had just passed the stage and was almost to the entrance for the dressing rooms when he heard the rhythmic pounding of a drum. He stopped dead in his tracks and when he didn’t think anyone was looking, he ducked into the shadows alongside the stage and waited. He knew what the drums meant. It had been almost a year since he’d seen her, but he hadn’t been able to forget her. He crouched low in the hopes that no one would spot him, and he watched the brilliant blue headdress appear from behind the shiny curtain. The vividly colored feathers framed the woman’s pretty face and fell down to the floor on both sides of her body.

Grant held his breath as he watched the woman begin to move her body slowly in time with the drums. Occasionally she turned slightly in his direction so the leering men on the far side of the room could see her. She held a big fan with yellow and lime green feathers in front of her body and she moved it up and down, just short of revealing the “things” Grant knew he wasn’t supposed to look at. With her other hand, she held one with pink and white feathers behind her back. Her long, brown legs were bare, and her feet were adorned with sparkly blue high-heeled shoes. She was beautiful, but Grant’s favorite part about her was her hair. He loved her long, straight black hair. It hung down her back, disappearing under the fan, and then reappearing and traveling down to her ankles. It shone under the lights, waved when she danced, and it looked like if you touched it, it would be as soft as silk.

The announcer, a fat guy with a bad comb-over and acne scars all over his face, introduced her as soon as the drumming stopped. “Put your hands together and then get them dollars out, boys. We got our own little squaw in the house tonight, Hialeah, the sexiest Cherokee woman this side of the reservation.” The men clapped and whistled and yelled things Grant didn’t understand. When they quieted down again, soft music started playing and Hialeah began to dance again. Grant didn’t know what it was but something about the way she danced made him happy inside.

The men were yelling at her to drop her fans as she swayed to the music and they were reaching up onto the stage, trying to touch her. Grant wanted to tell them to stop, but he knew better. If Cal caught him watching the dancers, or talking to the men, he might just know what that fist felt like firsthand. Instead, he crept as close as he could, staying on the side of the stage where it was dark, but positioning himself so that he could get a better look at her. The music sped up and she danced faster, turning her back to the howling men and finally dropping that fan. Grant watched the men stuff money into the strap on her undies and he tried not to look at her bare bottom. But her skin was so smooth…and such a pretty color that he could hardly help himself. Hialeah turned back to face the men and she began to sway and lower the fan in front when crashing sounds and dozens of men dressed in black jackets and vests and helmets were suddenly everywhere.

“Boston PD! Everyone down! Get down on the floor, now!”

Grant’s heart was racing as he searched the dark bar with his eyes, looking for Cal. The place was chaos and he couldn’t see him anywhere. Half-naked women were running around, some were screaming and some crying. Men were dropping down to the floor like flies that had been swatted, and panic began to well up inside of him. He looked toward the door, thinking about running, but the police had it blocked. He looked toward the dressing rooms, and they were standing guard there as well. Lastly, he looked back up on the stage and to his shock, a prone Hialeah was gesturing to him with her hand. “Come here little man.” He was terrified, but if he went up on the stage they would see him…everyone would. “I know it’s scary, but all we have to do is exactly what they tell us, okay?”

Finally, with nowhere else to go, Grant climbed up on the stage and got down on his belly, sliding himself over until he was close to Hialeah. He felt her soft hand reach out and cover his and she whispered, “Be brave, little guy. It’s going to be okay.”

Grant was about to nod again but the sound of a pair of boots landing on the stage and the vibrations it sent through him caused him to gasp and look up. When he did, there was a big, black gun in his face and the man behind it suddenly flipped up the goggles he was wearing and said, “Fuck, you’re just a kid.”

“He’s with me,” Hialeah said. “Please don’t hurt him.”

The cop looked them both up and down and then shaking his head he said, “Just be still, both of you.” He left them there and while Grant lay listening to the chaos around them for the next hour, she held his hand tightly and reassured him every so often that things were going to be okay. Grant was still scared but he was also confused. He knew he should want it to all be over so he could go home, and part of him did. But the other part of him was so comfortable with the gentle woman that he almost wanted it to last all night.

* * *

“Who are you?” Grant was at the police station. He had to pee and he was hungry. He’d missed lunch and now dinner. The cops had brought him a hamburger and French fries and a Coke, but he hadn’t touched them. They were trying to bring him over to their side, and he wasn’t about to go. Cal had warned him dozens of times about how tricky they could be. They’d been asking him the same questions for hours, and mainly who took him to the bar, but he wasn’t going to tell them. He wasn’t a snitch. He looked at the man in the suit who’d just come into the room, but he didn’t answer him. The cop in the uniform who had been with him since they got there answered for him:

“He says his name is Grant Benning. He gave me his home phone number, or so he says it is. I’ve been calling since we picked him up, but no one is answering. He won’t tell me who took him to the bar. That Indian chick, the stripper with all the feathers, she finally admitted he wasn’t with her.” Hialeah held his hand as long as she could during the raid, and she’d even talked the cop into letting her ride in the same police car as him on the way to the station. Once they were there, however, they told him he couldn’t go with her to booking. He still hadn’t seen Cal and the thought of being alone with the cops caused panic to consume him. Cal never said anything good about the cops. He always told Grant if he got “hassled” by them that he should keep his mouth shut and not tell them a thing.

Grant had been as stoic as possible up to that moment, but when they tried to take her away, he pulled his small hand out of the cop’s grasp and threw his body back at Hialeah. He gripped her around the waist and held on tight. It took three cops to peel him off her and when he looked up at her face a tear was running down the side of it. She smiled at him though and said, “It’s going to be okay, little man.” Grant had a feeling he’d never see her again, and that made him sad, but her kindness went far in chasing away the terror he was feeling inside. He watched them take her away and then he set his jaw, raised his chin, and walked with the cop to the interview room like a man.

The cop in the suit sat down and looked at the food that Grant had pushed off to the side. “Not hungry?” Grant shook his head. “It’s hot outside. That Coke looks good. You’re not thirsty either?” Again, Grant shook his head. “You talk?” He nodded. “How old are you, Grant?”

“Eleven.”

“Who do you live with?”

Grant sighed. He’d already answered all of these questions. He wanted to use the “F” word again, but he bit it back and said, “With my mother, Sarah Benning, and she’s not answering the phone because she’s at work. She works at Louie’s Seafood Restaurant in the Back Bay and when they get busy, they don’t answer their phone. I already told him,” he tossed his head at the uniformed officer, “all of this.”

“All except who took you to the bar. Was it your old man?”

“My old man took off before I was born.”

“Does your mom have a boyfriend?”

Grant shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her.”

“Grant, who do you stay with when your mom goes to work?” The cop was trying to trick him. He thought he was talking to an average eleven-year-old.

“I’m eleven. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Well, Grant, I’m looking at your address and it seems impossible to me that you walked or rode your bike to that bar, so how did you get there?”

“Maybe I took the subway.”

“Maybe you did, or maybe you went in there with some guy we didn’t catch today and you’re afraid to tell us who that is. We can protect you, Grant, and your mom.”

“I don’t need protecting and neither does my mom.”

The police officer sighed. Changing tactics he said, “Grant, how is school?”

“It’s summer break.”

“Mm-hmm, but how do you do in school? You get good grades?”

“Yep. I’m a fucking genius.” Grant struggled in school, a lot. But he wasn’t going to tell this guy that. It was not his business.

The man cocked an eyebrow and said, “Your mom know you use those kinds of words?” Grant shrugged. When Grant didn’t answer him the cop said, “So Grant, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

A loud knock on the door drew the detective’s attention away. He got up and went to the door. He cracked it open and whispered to whoever was there. Grant couldn’t hear what they were saying but after a few seconds the detective pulled the door open and Grant could see a short, stocky woman with white hair standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, like she knew him. Grant didn’t smile back. “Grant, I’m Mrs. Haddock. I work with the police and help them when their cases involve children. Would you like to come with me? We can get you something to eat, and talk.” Grant was starving, but he was determined not to take anything the cops gave him. The lady had a badge on her waist, but no gun, and she looked like someone’s old grandma. He wasn’t going to tell her any more than he told the cops, but his stomach felt like it was eating into his backbone and maybe taking food from her would be okay. He stood up and went to the door. As the detective was about to close it behind him Grant turned and looked up at him and said:

“President.”

The detective lifted his eyebrows again and said, “That’s ambitious. You’ll have to make sure you stay out of trouble and…”

“Of my own motorcycle club.”

“Well then,” the cop said, putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at the exhausted, hungry little boy. Grant kept his chin up and his dark eyes locked into the blue ones of the tall man looking down at him. Another thing Cal had taught him…no matter what you’re feeling, never let anyone see your fear. They held each other’s gaze for what seemed like a long time before the older woman put her hand on his shoulder and said:

“Come on, Grant. Let’s go get you something to eat and call your mom again.”

Grant was about three steps from the door when he heard the detective say, “I don’t think we’ve seen the last of that one.” It wouldn’t be until years later when that cop was over halfway to retirement that he would realize how right he was.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.



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Blog Tour: One Woman (Book Two in the Naked Trilog) by Lisa Renee Jones, #ContemporaryRomanticSuspense

The second book in the dangerously sexy Naked Trilogy by New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones

Emma and Jax came together in the midst of secrets and lies, but in a castle in Maine, they seek passion and sanctuary. What they find is a mystery that could stretch beyond all their expectations. And what Emma finds is danger.

One Woman begins where One Man ended, with Emma one step from death and Jax the only man who can save her.

Jax’s jaw tenses, he cuts his stare, and that says all I need to know. “What are we doing Jax?” I demand. “We’re poison to each other.” I turn away and charge toward the bedroom, and I don’t stop at the door. I already found my suitcase and took it to the bathroom. I had to brush my teeth because I imagined myself kissing Jax. I imagined all these wonderful things with him, but that can’t happen now.

I hurry through the room, and I’ve made it halfway to the bathroom, just past the bed, when Jax catches my arm. Heat rushes up my arm, and it’s not all about anger. It’s about this man touching me. It’s about this man and how much I want him, how much I even feel as if want has transformed to need. I whirl around, intent to confront him, but I fail. He drags me against him, all those hard muscles absorbing all the softer parts of me, and the words linger on my tongue, but never leave my mouth.

“What are we doing?” he demands, and he doesn’t give me time to reply. “This.” His mouth closes down on mine, and I try to fight, no, I tell myself to fight, to push back, to save myself before I go down and never find my way back up. But I don’t fight. I don’t even try to save myself.

His mouth closes down on mine, and the taste of him, all man and demand, undoes me. I sink into his big, powerful body, as my tongue meets his. I’m all in, kissing him like there is no tomorrow, and maybe there isn’t, maybe there can’t be, but right now, right now, I reject that idea. I drink him in the way he’s drinking me in until his mouth is gone, his breath a warm whisper, as he says, “That. Over and over again, with no end I want to imagine. We’re not bad for each other. We’re not poison. Say it. We’re not poison.”

But I can’t say it.

How can I say what I’m not sure I believe?



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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT series.
In addition to the success of Lisa’s INSIDE OUT series, she has published many successful titles. The TALL, DARK AND DEADLY series and THE SECRET LIFE OF AMY BENSEN series, both spent several months on a combination of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling lists. Lisa is also the author of the bestselling WHITE LIES and LILAH LOVE series.
Prior to publishing Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by the Dallas Women’s Magazine. In 1998 Lisa was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

 

Release Blitz: Lost Years, Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance by MK Schiller is Available Now!

Title: Lost Years
Author: MK Schiller

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2019
Blurb
Ever had a dream so real it feels like a memory?
I’ve had those kinds of dreams since I was a kid. Each one of a
beautiful girl, who is my best friend. We grow up together on a sunny island
surrounded by water that’s as blue as her eyes. We share all our hopes and
fears until we realize we belong to each other in every way one person claim
another. She is my own personal serenity. Sweet story, eh?
Well forget about it.
The cold, harsh reality is that I’m a twenty-year-old, Manhattan-bred,
manwhore, who uses his fists to solve his problems. The only comfort I find is
inside a bottle… and the dreams. But the dreams are my illness not my cure.
Just when things look the darkest, the sun slaps me square in the jaw. I spot a
picture of a scenic island surrounded by the bluest water – my island.
If the island exists then so must the girl, right?
So I’m headed to Serenity, Texas to find my girl and make some sense
out of the chaos that is my life. Feel free to tag along, but this journey
comes with a steep warning — dreams can turn into nightmares in the blink of an
eye.
My name is Jason Flynn and this is our story.

 

Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU
Excerpt
“You have
talent.”
“Are you a
fan of country music?”
“I’m a fan
of yours, Scarlett.” 
She smiled.
“That’s a little smoother.”
”I’m
learning.” “I take it country is your favorite kind of music?” I asked 
“I love all
kinds of music, but country is in my soul.” She placed a finger against her
bottom lip. “Plus, whatever comes out of this mouth just sounds country.”
I smirked.
“I bet country tastes delicious.”
She
laughed, pointing a finger at me. “You’re dangerous. You flirt like this with all
the ladies?”
I wish I
could tell her no, but she deserved an honest answer. “Yes.” I wanted to take
it back when her smile tightened. All those years of trading warm bodies to
still my constant loneliness made me sad. She was what I’d been missing all
along. “Would it make me sound more like a douche bag if I said I never meant
it like I do now?”
“There
isn’t enough honest in the world. Watch your step.”
“What? Too
forward?”
“No, I mean
stop.” She held up her arm in front of me. She took a few steps and bent down
to pick something up. “Stupid tourists,” she said, throwing a plastic bucket. Then
she lifted the creature underneath it and held it out to me.
“Did you
know he’d be under there?” I asked, staring at the tiny turtle she held in her
hands with no fear. 
“Sometimes
the kids think it’s funny to trap them. The mama’s lay their eggs here. When
the little ones hatch, they start their journey from right here until it’s time
for them to come back in a few years and lay their own eggs. 
“Let me introduce
you to a real-life sea turtle.” 
I waved at
the animal, unsure if she expected me to offer a handshake or pet its shell.
She walked over to the waves, holding it up against the moonlight, like the
scene from the Lion King. I would have laughed if I wasn’t in awe. “Have a safe
journey, little one, and a good lost year.” She set it in the water. She rinsed
her hands and stood. We watched it drift away, the waves carrying him at first
until he moved with them.
“I hope he
survives.” The breeze picked up strands of her hair. They circled her head like
a crown…not more like a halo.  
Stuffing my
hands in my pockets, I step closer to her. “Did you say lost year?”
“The first
year of the sea turtle migration is called the lost year because no one knows
what they actually do, despite all the technology we have to track them, but I have
my theories.”
“What is
your theory?”
Her eyes
grew wistful as she looked out into the turbulent waves. Was she praying? “I
think they might be searching for what’s missing. Maybe they are looking the
parents, who abandoned them, or the turtle they’re supposed to make babies
with. Even if they find what’s lost, they never make up the time they spent
searching.”
I put my
hand on the small of her back. “Maybe they’re just partying it up, having epic
sex, and drinking all the time.”
She cracked
a smile. “Yeah, maybe so, Jason.”
“My friends
call me Flynn.”
She started walking again. “I’ll let you know
when we’re friends, New York.” I winced at her statement, but I understood her
need to be guarded––her emotions probably conflicting with basic logic. I’d had
the same argument many times myself tonight.
None of
this made sense. It was like I’d lived a lifetime with her, but we’d never met.
It was
messing with my head but being on the beach with her––it was worth all the
crazy.
“I look forward to that moment.”
Author Bio
Not knowing a word of English, MK Schiller came to America
at the age of four from India. Since then, all she’s done is collect words.
After receiving the best gift ever from her parents—her very own library
card—she began reading everything she could get her greedy hands on. At
sixteen, a friend asked her to make up a story featuring the popular bad boy at
school. This wasn’t fan fiction…it was friend fiction. From that day on, she’s
known she wanted to be a writer. With the goal of making her readers both laugh
and cry, MK Schiller has penned more than a dozen books, each one filled with
misfit characters overcoming obstacles and finding true love.
Author Links
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