** 2016's Alphas of Sin Anthology we've raised $5,000 to 4 Paws for Ability! We've been able to sponsor a puppy pen and not one but TWO puppies named Vixen & Frenzy. We will be following the journey of these two puppies to hopefully graduate and become service dogs to a family in need. You can come join our journey on our Facebook page Once Upon An Alpha. We are now BACK with Alphas of Danger with ten bestselling authors and we hope you join us on the journey for 2017's Alphas of Danger with ten never-been-told stories by ten bestselling authors** COVER DESIGNER: COVER ME DARLING – MARISA-ROSE SHOR PHOTOGRAPHER – WOODEN GATE PRODUCTIONS MODEL – JASE DEAN ALL NET PROCEEDS OF SALES DONATED TO 4 PAWS FOR ABILITY Happy-Ever-After has never been so intoxicating… Danger… When a man has beaten it, he becomes a hero. Lust... When a woman tastes it, she is helpless to resist his pull. Love… It won’t come easily, especially between alpha men and their headstrong women. Threats lurk in the shadows, and the price for passion is often exacted with a bullet or a blade…but the sacrifice is worth it when devotion is the reward. Ten bestselling authors, masters of spine-tingling romantic suspense, bring you brand-new stories that will yank you to the edge of your seat and have your heart pounding as you turn the pages. Best of all, the proceeds will benefit 4 Paws for Ability, a worldwide agency that enriches the lives of children and veterans with disabilities by training and placing quality, task-trained service dogs.Stories Contributed to Alphas of Danger: SHAYLA BLACK - FRISKY BUSINESS KRIS COOK - CIA COVERT TEAM: RAINBOW KNIGHTS (M/M) ANISSA GARCIA - WITH A VENGEANCE JENNA JACOB - REVENGE ON THE ROCKS KENNEDY LAYNE - SEDUCING DANGER ISABELLA LAPEARL - ENFORCE HER - A LEATHER, PIPES & PASSION SHORT STORY CARRIE ANN RYAN - EXECUTIVE INK - A MONTGOMERY INK SHORT STORY For more information about this nonprofit organization: http://4pawsforability.org/ IBOOKS I BARNES & NOBLE I KOBO I AMAZON (COMING SOON) SHAYLA BLACK Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For over fifteen years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages. Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past seven years. Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two very spoiled cats. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK LEXI BLAKE New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK MARI CARR Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Too many years later, her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends and she has nearly eighty published works. Virginia native, Mari Carr is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller of contemporary erotic romance novels. With over one million copies of her books sold, Mari was the winner of the Romance Writers of America’s Passionate Plume award for her novella, Erotic Research.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK KRIS COOK Though starting in straight erotic romance, Kris's total focus now is on gay romance. When asked why recently, his answer was "My muse finally came out of the closet. Isn't it about time? I've been out since I was twenty-five." A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but this writer's favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich characters and unique challenges. Kris's influences include Anne Rice, JR Ward, Lexi Blake and Shayla Black. Kris is also the co-host of Romance OUT Loud, an audio podcast that features some of the best voices in gay romance fiction like, Andrew Grey, Damon Suede, Kindle Alexander, Felice Stevens, L.A. Witt, Sarina Bowen, and more. Kris is married to the love of his life - Stephen.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK ANISSA GARCIA Anissa Garcia earned her Bachelor’s Degree in Speech Communications and English. She held an array of jobs including Public Relations Manager for Barnes and Noble. Wanting a change of pace, she attended The American Academy of Dramatic Arts, and trained full-time in theatre for two years. After working in Hollywood as an actress and casting assistant, she relocated to Austin, Texas and began writing freelance for Cosmopolitan and other publications. Her first book, A Promise Kept, is available now. A Promise Made will be available November 2016. When not writing stories, watching movies, or drinking a latte, she loves to daydream about romantic fictional men.KYM GROSSO Kym Grosso is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the erotic paranormal series, The Immortals of New Orleans, and the contemporary erotic suspense series, Club Altura. In addition to romance novels, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She is also a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum. She lives in suburban Pennsylvania but has a not-so-secret desire to move to a beach in southern California where she can write while listening to the roar of the ocean. She holds a bachelor’s degree from West Chester University and a MBA from Widener University. In a previous life, she was employed as a speech therapist, a health care consultant, and a product manager for a software company. In 2012, Kym published her first novel and today, is a full time indie romance author.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK JENNA JACOB USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls and heal their scars to find their happily-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more. A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her Alpha-Hunk husband live in Kansas. Jenna loves books, Harleys, music, and camping. Jenna’s zany sense of humor and lack of filter exemplify her motto: Live. Laugh. Love. Meet the wild and wicked family in her sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Or become spellbound by the searing love connection between Raine, Hammer, and Liam in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella La Pearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts to discover unbridled love and devotion in Jenna’s new contemporary series: Passionate Hearts.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK KENNEDY LAYNE Kennedy Layne is a USA Today bestselling author. She draws inspiration for her military romantic suspense novels in part from her not-so-secret second life as a wife of a retired Marine Master Sergeant. He doubles as her critique partner, beta reader, and military consultant. They live in the Midwest with their teenage son and menagerie of pets. The loyal dogs and mischievous cats appreciate her writing days as much as she does, usually curled up in front of the fireplace.WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER I FACEBOOK ISABELLA LAPEARL Isabella LaPearl is a USA Today bestselling author known for her collaboration with Shayla Black & Jenna Jacob for the Doms of Her Life Series. She enjoys writing sexy, erotic romance. A wife, mother, writer, reader and a love for riding motorcycles. To say it's been an extraordinary journey thus far would be an understatement... what a rush! What a thrill to realize dreams and see them go from a seed to fruition. So for all you aspiring Authors, who like me, have a fire inside that burns brightly and demands to be sated by writing... Never give up.CARRIE ANN RYAN Carrie Ann Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance. Her works include the Montgomery Ink, Redwood Pack, Talon Pack, and Gallagher Brothers series, which have sold over 2.0 million books worldwide. She started writing while in graduate school for her advanced degree in chemistry and hasn’t stopped since. Carrie Ann has written over fifty novels and novellas with more in the works. When she’s not writing about bearded tattooed men or alpha wolves that need to find their mates, she’s reading as much as she can and exploring the world of baking and gourmet cooking.
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A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone NovelComing May 22nd“Stand is a lyrical dream of power and strength that will steal your mind, body and soul…A mind blowing 10 stars!!!” Queen Zany Book Blog
From NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson comes the next seductive, unforgettable Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel…
Zachary Kennedy has never been known as a fighter, but he’ll never regret fighting for her…
I’m Zee Kennedy.
Quiet. Reserved. Predictable.
When my brother died, everyone thought I was just the good guy who stepped up to take his place in the band.
No one knew what I was hiding. The one thing I’ve been fighting for.
For seven years, I’ve never lost focus.
Not until one chance encounter with Alexis Kensington.
Now she’s become my greatest temptation.
I knew better than to touch her, but now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t get enough.
Her kiss becomes my air. Her body my salvation.
She needed a savior and somehow she became mine.
Taking her was a betrayal. But keeping her means risking everything.
One look at Alexis Kensington, and I know she’s worth the fight.
Will my past continue to keep me down or will I finally find the strength to pull myself up and Stand…
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My hands lingered on the keys, and she reached out and set her hand on top of mine.
Warmth and light.
It invaded my senses. Clouded my judgment.
My hand flipped over, palm up, and she threaded her fingers through mine. Her head angled, so soft, this girl so fucking good.
“What is it you want, Zee? What is it you can’t have?”
You.
Flames leapt into that space between us. Alive and dancing and inciting.
A siren’s call.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I was shaking as I lifted our entwined hands. I brushed my knuckles along the silky flesh of her cheek. I swore I saw the trail of pink it left behind, the simplest touch affecting this girl.
She released a shuddered breath. It mingled with mine.
Our mouths were close—too close—and our noses just touched as we hovered in that space.
“I want things that will only ruin me, Alexis. But you…you make me want to wish for them anyway. Make me believe there’s a chance that maybe they could belong to me.”
Tension tethered us, this rigid band that had me rocking in indecision, every second getting closer and closer as I fought the foolish ideas that tried to take root.
Giving in would only destroy me. But none of that seemed to matter when I leaned in and brushed my lips at the corner of her mouth.
Her fucking delicious mouth.
Because fuck. I just needed a taste. Something to take with me. Something to tuck away, even when doing it felt like some kind of brutal tease.
Alexis gasped at the contact. I edged back the barest fraction, and she was panting these tiny breaths.
Breaths I was breathing.
Her eyes locked on mine. Hungry and pleading. Brimming with belief and hope.
I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth where my lips had just been. “You are so beautiful. I’ve never met a girl quite like you.”
Something so genuine took hold of her expression. “I hardly know you…and somehow you make me feel like I am. Like when you look at me…you see the person I always hoped I’d become.”
Everything stilled at her words.
At her confession.
Because that’s what I wanted.
For this amazing girl to know the way I saw her. That in her space, I felt something different from all the bullshit I’d dealt with for all my life.
I felt like someone different. Someone better. Like the person I’d once hoped I’d become.
I clutched her stunning face in my hands, searching for resolve. For that dedication that right then somehow felt out of reach.
“Zee,” she whispered.
That was all it took for that band to snap.
My hands drove into her hair. And my mouth? My mouth was devouring hers.
Frenzied in its demand. Pleading the same way as her eyes had been pleading with me. Saying all the things I couldn’t ever say.
Our tongues tangled, and my spirit coiled. Heat spread in a flashfire of need. Lust rose in the knitted air, like this intangible greed we both were grappling for, searching for the fastest way to get to the peak.
Our hands searched and clawed and explored. We were a mess of limbs as we struggled to get closer to each other where we sat side by side on the bench.
“Zachary…Zachary,” she whimpered, grasping me by the back of the head. She crawled forward so she could straddle me.
Motherfuck.
My hands sank into her hips, and she edged up and pressed those gorgeous tits against the wild beat thundering in my chest. A groan rumbled out from somewhere in my soul.
She felt so perfect. So good.
I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Claim her.
My dick raged against its confines, all that delicious heat at the apex of her thighs grinding against my jean-covered cock.
It’d been too long. Too damned long. I was goin’ out of my mind.
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Title: By the Book
Genre: M/M Romance
Author: Maria Vickers
Cover Designer: T.E. Black Designs
Photographer: CJC Photography
Models: Tank Joey and Connor Jay
Release Date: June 14, 2017
Samuel Cayden was looking for a fresh start and an escape. What he was not expecting was to develop feelings for his student, Joshua. Yet when the boy returns home a man, Samuel can no longer pretend the pull between them doesn’t exist. Will the student become the teacher, showing Samuel how to open his heart? Will Samuel be able to prove to Joshua that things are not always what they appear? Or will the spark fizzle before it has a chance to ignite? It’s time they got a lesson in love and temptation.
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One more deep breath when I reached the porch, and I opened the door to step inside, and stopped with only one foot in, frozen in my tracks. Across the living room, in the kitchen, leaning against the island, stood the one man I had been trying to get away from.We stared at each other, both too shocked to move. I pulled my other foot inside and dropped the bag in my hand. It landed with a loud thud. Yes, Imperial was probably one of the smallest towns around. Yes, Sam lived in the same small town and taught at the local high school, but that did not mean I expected to see him in my house, standing in my mother’s kitchen. If I managed to run into him, I would've sworn it'd be around town or at a restaurant, not here. Neither of us broke eye contact. I hadn’t seen him in three years, but right now, it felt as if that time had not separated us. All I could think about was the letter I wrote him, the one I shoved in his hands after graduation had come to a close. I left for Florida the next day. Had he read it? I wanted to know, and yet, at the same time, I wanted to pretend I was never that bold. Much like the house, he hadn’t changed. His white t-shirt pulled tight across his chest, and I could see his tattoos disappearing underneath his sleeves. The tattoos covered one arm completely, while the other one only had a half-sleeve. I also knew that he had ink that covered his back and one leg. There was something sexy about a man covered in color. Actually, it was only this man. Others with tattoos did nothing for me. It was only Sam. In my dreams, I could picture it all so clearly. The colorful swirls of pictures flowed over his skin from his upper back to his ankles, his skin alive with vivid color. I’d dreamed of kissing every inch of paint. Samuel Cayden appeared as if my magic in my life as a sophomore. This was the man I had been thinking about yesterday, the reason I pushed Jacob away. And now he stood less than fifty feet from me. “I’m…I’m glad you came,” he said, his voice gruff and tight. I pondered his words for a moment. Had he expected me to abandon my only family, my mother? “My mother needs me, where else would I be?” I swallowed hard and then dismissed him, “Thank you for helping out, you can go now.” I had to get away from him so I could breathe again. Being around him, seeing him again after I left without a backward glance, messed with my equilibrium. My emotions intensified and crashed down upon me with a vengeance. Leave, please leave. I silently prayed. I didn’t know why he was here. I couldn’t occupy the same space as him right now. “I uh…” he started to say. His lips turned downward and his eyes appeared haunted and sad. “Samuel,” a soft, muffled, feminine voice called out from somewhere to my left. I knew that voice: my mother. It sounded weaker than I remembered. And it had called for my old teacher. “I’ll be right there,” he answered loudly, never taking his eyes off me. Samuel? I’d like to know when my mother started calling my old teacher by his first name. Up until the point I’d left, it’d always been Mr. Cayden, but then again, I hadn’t been aware that they’d kept in touch. A soft knock startled us and we finally broke eye contact. Sam cleared his throat. “Why don’t I get that? Your mom will want to see you,” he suggested. His voice still sounded tight and unsure. His forehead was wrinkled slightly from his small frown, and his eyes darted from me to the direction of my mother’s bedroom door. “You know what my mom wants?” I asked snidely. “I—” Another knock at the door interrupted him. “Go and check on your mom,” he directed as he came toward the door, his hand raking through his thick hair. Moving away from the door to give him space, our chests accidentally brushed, and the spark of electricity I tried to forget, ignited, stopping me in my tracks. Three years apart and I still craved him like no other. My breath caught and my skin felt alive as my heart thumped harder and louder. I wanted to reach out and grab him and at the same time, shove him out the door so that I didn’t have to see him, didn’t have to be around him. His Adam’s apple bobbed and my eyes zeroed in on that part of his body. I wondered what it would be like to lick it, to suck on it until we were both writhing with desire.
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Title: Fallen Crest Forever
Series: Fallen Crest #7
Author: Tijan
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: May 16, 2017
Blurb
Mason Kade is the dream.
He is the promise.
Heâs offering what so many would fantasize about, and itâs not that I donât want it/him/us.
Itâs the opposite.
There might be ghosts haunting me, but this man who's my soulmate is asking me for forever.
How can I say no to someone who already gave me my happily ever after?
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Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. Sheâs written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing Fallen Crest Six (untitled) along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldnât be without and an English Cocker she adores.
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Title: Close the Tab
Series: Devil's Due MC #3
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
SYNOPSIS
The system created to serve and protect failed him. The domino effect of one person's crime going unpunished has no boundaries. He's no saint. Bladen 'Judge' Jones rides to escape the firm hand of his past. When home is a nightmare, the unknown suddenly isn't so frightening. Riding with his brothers, the Devil's Due MC, is more support than he has ever had in his lifetime. She's not afraid to call herself a sinner. Tamalyn Andrews is a master mixer, hiding out in a small town hick bar on the outskirts of a town for nobodies. Looking over her shoulder is something she can't stop herself from doing. Old habits die hard. However, danger bellies up to her bar. Will Bladen face his own past to uncover Tamalyn's secrets? When everything crashes around her, will Tamalyn open up to Bladen in time to save her life? Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes, and the devil demands his due.
Close the Tab
Devil’s Due MC 3
Written By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Chelsea Camaron
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2017
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of Chelsea Camaron, except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976.
This is a work of fiction. All character, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
1st edition published: May 30, 2017
Editing by: C&D Editing and Asli Fratarcangeli
Cover Design by: Cover Me Darling
Formatting by: M.L. Pahl of IndieVention Designs
ISBN-13: 978- 1542764612
ISBN-10: 1542764610
Thank you for purchasing this book. This book and its contents are the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied, and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes.
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.
***Warning: This book contains graphic situations that may be a trigger for some readers. Please understand this is a work of fiction and not meant to offend or misrepresent any situations. There is quite a bit of violence so if that’s not what you’re looking for then please don’t read.***
Blurb:
The system created to serve and protect failed him. The domino effect of one person's crime going unpunished has no boundaries.
He's no saint.
Bladen 'Judge' Jones rides to escape the firm hand of his past. When home is a nightmare, the unknown suddenly isn't so frightening. Riding with his brothers, the Devil's Due MC, is more support than he has ever had in his lifetime.
She's not afraid to call herself a sinner.
Tamalyn Andrews is a master mixer, hiding out in a small town hick bar on the outskirts of a town for nobodies. Looking over her shoulder is something she can't stop herself from doing. Old habits die hard.
However, danger bellies up to her bar.
Will Bladen face his own past to uncover Tamalyn's secrets? When everything crashes around her, will Tamalyn open up to Bladen in time to save her life?
Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes, and the devil demands his due.
Prologue
Bladen
“Tamalyn,” I plead. “Tell me, tell me what happened to your face!”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
“Let me get you some ice,” I start to move off my bed when she reaches out and grips me holding me in place.
“No, don’t leave me.”
“Okay,” I soothe. Laying back on my bed, I press her head to my chest as she relaxes I stroke her hair. Seconds tick by into minutes. We say nothing.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Tell me who did it and I swear I’ll make them pay.”
She sobs into my chest refusing to answer. Minutes tick by as she finally falls asleep. The hours pass and I silently pray my parents don’t come home anytime soon.
They won’t help her. If they find her here, it will only get worse.
I already know marked her. I just can’t do anything if she won’t confirm it.
Tamalyn Andrews is my best friend. I have watched her grow from a girl into a woman. We have gone from playing in ditches together as kids to stealing kisses as teens.
There isn’t a time in my life where I don’t remember her being in it.
She’s also the only person in my whole world, who knows the truth.
We’re not safe here. We’re just too young to escape yet. Eighteen is two months away and I will do everything I can to get us free as soon as the day comes. Until then, sleep against me Tamalyn, find a moment of peace because when she goes home, she’s facing hell.
Find out if Judge gives the devil his due for Tamalyn’s pain in Close the Tab (Devil’s Due MC 3) releasing May 30th through all major e-book retailers! Preorder available now!
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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.
ROAMERby Janine Infante BoscoNomad #3Publication Date: June 13, 2017Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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Excerpt Prologue Roamer © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.
Prologue
Present Day
Deuce
Death.
Many want to believe theyâll go peacefully in their sleep. After they have lived a long life, conquered their dreams and left their mark on the world.
No one wants to be murdered.
They donât want to suffer.
They donât want to scream and beg for a pardon.
A woman doesnât want to stare at the man who swore heâd love and protect her. She doesnât want to wonder why he wonât save her when there are four guns aimed between her eyes and one of them is his.
I can still feel her blue eyes pinned to me, silently willing me to do something. To rescue her. To be the man I promised her Iâd be. I remember watching the hope fade from those eyes as the seconds passed and the safety on the gun clicked out of place. I can still place the moment when the drugs wore off and clarity filled her blue irises as she realized the end of the line was approaching.
Death.
It has a sound.
Bullets flew through the air, traveling faster than the speed of sound, piercing the skin I used to kiss, the body I once worshiped.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thatâs the sound of death.
Death also has a scent.
The gunfire died as blood poured from her body and stained the sheets. Gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of her blood creating the scent of death.
Death has a face too.
Worn features from a grueling life and lifeless blue eyes that a single tear falls from is the face of death.
Once a beauty, now a casualty.
The bible portrays death as a new beginning. If youâre a believer, once your blood dries and your body cools you think your soul will be lifted to Heaven. You wait for your Lord and Savior to welcome you into the afterlife where your every sin is repented and all the ugly shit that found its way into your life fades.
As a man who delivered death to those he called enemies, I never thought much about the scriptures in the bible. I didnât believe the Lord suffered and died on the cross at Calvary. And I sure as fuck didnât believe he rose on the Sunday that followed. But in that single moment, staring at the woman I loved, I wanted to be a believer.
I wanted to believe that wasnât the end.
Somehow, someway there would be more.
More of her.
More of me.
More of us.
In life, weâre given responsibilities.
In death, weâre given regrets.
A man can only pray to whatever hell he believes in that the two donât bleed into one another. For a man is a failure when his responsibilities become his regrets.
If heâs smart he doesnât do responsibility.
He lives free.
He dies free.
The dictionary defines responsibility as having the duty to deal with something or being held accountable for someone. Merriam-Webster fails to mention responsibility comes with the act of commitment. A person can assume responsibility, but he doesnât truly accept it until he commits his heart and soul to the duty or person.
A roamer cannot commit to anyone or anything, especially not a self-proclaimed cowboy who is destined to ride his chrome horse to his grave. No, a man like me, who is wanted dead or alive by his enemies, isnât meant to have responsibilities.
He isnât supposed to commit.
Heâs meant to travel the road paved for him by those who stole his soul and forced him into a life of sin. All the while he keeps pissing on the law as he eludes the men gunning for him and dodges bullet after bullet. He earns his patch and wears the title of an outlaw proudly.
He doesnât walk away from tragedy to find grace.
He never gets the fucking chance to find his ride or die girl, the one who stands by his side when his life is a mess.
And he sure as hell never gets to commit the perfect crime with her.
He doesnât get to claim her heart or watch as she steals his.
Unless the outlaw roaming is me.
Then he gets the girl.
He finds the Bonnie to his Clyde and laughs in the face of the devil.
I ease my conscience by telling myself I tried to fight the inevitable, that I warned Jack Parrish I wasnât the right man for the job. Still, he handed me all the broken parts of a tortured woman and made me the man responsible for piecing her together.
I couldâve walked away.
I couldâve handed him my patch and kissed Brooklyn goodbye.
Instead, I committed to the task with my heart and soul.
Because even after she ratted me out to Rush and got my ass abducted, I knew we were meant to be in one anotherâs life.
Like a lit match to gasoline, Ally and I were made to create fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
The kind that lights up the whole world.
The kind of fire no one forgets.
The type you never escape.
She was an angel who lost her way to Heaven, dancing in chaos and pain. And me, I was the demon sent from Hell to make it all go away. In my quest to be what she needed, I broke rule after rule and watched a beautiful angel find her wings.
I forgot about the sound of death.
I forgot its scent.
And I allowed deathâs face to be a memory.
I laid Chelsea to rest and carved out a piece of my soul for her to keep.
Legend says when two souls are meant to be together, the devil will find a way to keep them apart. Being a man who tasted Satanâs tears and drank from his soul, I thought I had outsmarted him and escaped the halls of hell, but no sinner is ever truly free from consequence.
We all pay one way or another.
Some pay with their own lives, others pay with the lives of those they love.
Being a man who already lost one love, a man who watched one woman suffer and die before his eyes, the choice became simple. I chose her life over mine.
She says I saved her.
Tells me I showed her how to live again.
Maybe.
But her life is just getting started. She wonât truly live until Iâm gone.
Until Iâm a memory.
A place in time.
Lifting the bottle of whiskey to my lips, I drain the little thatâs left and glance around the motel room. I used to hate this fucking place, bitched to anyone of my brothers who would listen, but these four walls became mine and Allyâs home. Itâs here, in this room where she laughed for the first time in twelve years. Itâs at that broken-down table she sat and tasted sushi for the first time. Itâs through that bathroom door, inside the shower stall where she decided she wanted to create a bucket list. Itâs the fucking bed that is now full of weapons where she gave her body willingly. The bed where she learned sex could be something she enjoyed and not something she dreaded. The bed where she laid with me and watched the movie Bonnie and Clyde a hundred times until she knew every word by heart. Itâs this fucking room that lives and breathes the memory of the girl I fell in love with.
Itâs here.
In the depths of hell with no way out other than death.
Rearing my hand back, I throw the empty bottle and watch as it smashes against one of the walls.
âFuck,â I shout in agony as I swipe a hand over my face and fight for clarity.
In between the flashes of her smile and those intoxicating blue eyes, I find it.
I find my truth.
This is the end of the line and death is the wage of sin.
I take a step toward the bed and lift the bulletproof vest from the mattress. Clutching it in my hand, I stare at the guns scattered before me when I hear a knock on the door. Quickly, I slip my arms through the vest, secure it around my chest and reach for the closest gun.
Death has arrived and this time I am the face of it.
Striding toward the door, I pull the safety back on my gun and wrap my finger around the trigger.
âDeuce, open the door,â Ally pleads, causing me to pause mid-stride. âOpen the fucking door or Iâll shoot the lock off.â
Pulling it open, I glance over her shoulder at the empty parking lot. She pushes her way inside as I turn around and kick the door shut. Staring at her, I bite the inside of my cheek and lower my gun. She places her hands on her hips and her blue eyes are ablaze as they lock with mine.
Fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
âThought I told you we were done,â I grind out.
âYeah, you said a lot of things, Deuce,â she hisses. âI thought Iâd remind you of some of them,â she says as she takes a step closer to me and purses her red lips. âOne of the first things you ever told me was that I should stop waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. Remember that? You told me I should strike the fucking match myself.â
âAllyââ
âShut up, itâs my turn to talk,â she orders, closing the distance between us, poking her finger into my chest. âYou told me to live for me, taught me to find what I want in life and encouraged me to follow my heart. I listened and it led me straight here, back to you.â
âYou need to leave.â
âIâm not.â
âAlly, any minute this place is going to become a war zone. They know where I am, theyâre coming for me and they wonât leave without a body,â I shout, grabbing both of her wrists as I bend my knees and level her with a look. âThat body ainât going to be yours. Now, for fuckâs sake listen to me, you need to get the fuck out of here.â
âNo,â she shrieks, pulling free from my grasp. âI am not going anywhere, Deuce. I wonât leave your side,â she cries, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. âI wonât do it.â
Ride or die isnât a phrase, itâs her.
Itâs Ally.
âI had a dream,â she whispers, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. âI dreamt the whole world was burning in flames,â she continues as she turns toward the bed. Bending down, I watch her lift an 8 millimeter off the bed and turn back to me. âThe flames died, the ash settled. All that was left was you and me standing side by side.â
Silently, I reach for the Velcro securing my vest and peel it back before I shrug it off and charge for her. Holding the gun with one hand, I thread my other one through her hair and cup the back of her head.
âIâm sorry,â I rasp. âSo fucking sorry.â
âDonâtââ My lips fall over hers, cutting her off. I kiss her with everything I am and everything we couldâve been. I suck on her lip, slide my tongue inside heaven and take.
Take, take, take.
We make fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
Then it happens.
The wind changes.
The storm rolls through.
The pipes sound.
The end of the line.
Pulling away from her, I hand her the vest and lean my forehead against hers.
âHowever this ends, whether Iâm dead or alive, I love you, Ally. Put the vest on and take cover behind the bed and do as I taught you. Donât think, just shoot. Fight to win. Fight to live,â I demand. âFight for tomorrow.â
The engines grow louder.
I step back as she puts the vest on before I check to make sure itâs secure. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, I toss her another gun and tip my chin toward the other end of the bed. She does as sheâs told, drops to her knees on the side of the bed before she cocks her gun toward the window.
âLetâs ride,â I mutter as I grab the AK-47.
Before I can take cover behind the dresser, the engines die and the ambush begins as the bullets fly.
Spinning around, I pull the trigger repeatedly. Ally and I fire away aimlessly, fighting to see past the thick fog the gunpowder creates.
âI canât see,â she shrieks.
Stepping to the side, I keep my finger on the trigger and attempt to cross the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
âFuck!â I scream as a bullet pierces through my shoulder. My vision fades to default as pain sears through me. I force myself to push through, cross my good arm over my bad one and steady myself as I continue to shoot.
Something flies through the window and I watch in horror as flames instantly crawl up the curtains, signaling the harsh reality that the war is over. If we escape the fire, theyâll kill us before we have the chance to draw a breath.
âThe bed is on fire,â Ally cries. âDeuce, what do we do?â
Turning around, my eyes land on the center of the bed and the piece of leather burning. I donât need a closer look to know itâs mine. The charred patch stares back at me, offensively reminding me of where I came from, who I am and why Iâm about to dieâwhy Allyâs about to die too.
Before I can offer myself to them and hope they spare her, the fire spreads above us and the ceiling begins to buckle.
âGET DOWN!â
But Iâm too late.
The last thing I hear is Ally scream as the ceiling collapses over us and the amber flames burn bright.
Fire.
A fire that lit up the world.
A fire no one will forget.
A fire we couldnât escape.
¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶Deuce: The first moment I stared into Allyâs tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew Iâd never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her. Some things are just meant to be. As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine. I only meant to save her. To heal her. Now, my past threatens to ruin her. Wanted dead or alive, Iâve got her by my side and together weâll ride. Ally: I thought the world forgot me. That I had died at fourteen. But, I never knew life until I knew him. Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw. Whether he fails or flies, Iâll ride until I die. Iâm his Bonnie and heâs my Clyde. A love as strong as ours will never die. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with highly sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through all the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears....there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***#RideorDieLove #BonnieandClyde #RoamerDON'T MISS THE REST OF THE NOMAD SERIES.#JanineInfanteBosco #TheNomadSeries
***NOTE: DRIFTER & WANDERER can be read as STANDALONE novels. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
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"Stryker"
Iâm a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my dutyâI was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. Iâm no hero. Iâm nothing. Iâm a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satanâs Knights of Brooklyn and Iâm drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesnât need anyone to rescue her because sheâs her own savior. Until sheâs not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
âGina Spinelliâ
Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case, itâs stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour, I admit defeat. In my darkest hour, I need one person. I need him. Stryker.
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âCobraâ
Iâve lived two lives. One full of innocence and one full of sin. I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me. Revenge, mayhem, and loss are all I know. I am the lone manâI am the wanderer. The former nomadânow, Satanâs deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin arenât made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regretâ¦I find myself face to face with herâthe girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman Iâll ruin if I stay.
âCelesteâ
Our young love was marred by violence. Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us. They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment. Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a manâa man tormented by his demons. In another life, we were everything to one another. In this life, weâre strangers.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
AVAILABLE #FREE with #KINDLEUNLIMITED!¸.â¢Â´â¶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.â¢Â´â¶Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships sheâs made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.¸.â¢Â´â¶CONNECT WITH JANINE¸.â¢Â´â¶Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon | Bookbub.¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶Deuce: The first moment I stared into Allyâs tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew Iâd never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her. Some things are just meant to be. As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine. I only meant to save her. To heal her. Now, my past threatens to ruin her. Wanted dead or alive, Iâve got her by my side and together weâll ride. Ally: I thought the world forgot me. That I had died at fourteen. But, I never knew life until I knew him. Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw. Whether he fails or flies, Iâll ride until I die. Iâm his Bonnie and heâs my Clyde. A love as strong as ours will never die. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with highly sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through all the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears....there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***#RideorDieLove #BonnieandClyde #RoamerDON'T MISS THE REST OF THE NOMAD SERIES.#JanineInfanteBosco #TheNomadSeries
***NOTE: DRIFTER & WANDERER can be read as STANDALONE novels. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
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¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶
"Stryker"
Iâm a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my dutyâI was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. Iâm no hero. Iâm nothing. Iâm a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satanâs Knights of Brooklyn and Iâm drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesnât need anyone to rescue her because sheâs her own savior. Until sheâs not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
âGina Spinelliâ
Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case, itâs stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour, I admit defeat. In my darkest hour, I need one person. I need him. Stryker.
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WANDERER BOOK #2
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âCobraâ
Iâve lived two lives. One full of innocence and one full of sin. I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me. Revenge, mayhem, and loss are all I know. I am the lone manâI am the wanderer. The former nomadânow, Satanâs deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin arenât made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regretâ¦I find myself face to face with herâthe girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman Iâll ruin if I stay.
âCelesteâ
Our young love was marred by violence. Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us. They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment. Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a manâa man tormented by his demons. In another life, we were everything to one another. In this life, weâre strangers.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
AVAILABLE #FREE with #KINDLEUNLIMITED!¸.â¢Â´â¶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.â¢Â´â¶Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships sheâs made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.¸.â¢Â´â¶CONNECT WITH JANINE¸.â¢Â´â¶Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon | Bookbub.
Title: Fighting For Your Touch
Series: The Fighting Series Book 3
Author: Nikki Ash
Genre: Contemporary/Sports Romance
(can be standalone)
Release Date: June 3, 2017
Caleb
As a teenager I learned firsthand how untrustworthy and cruel a woman could be. She destroyed me from the inside out and took everything from me. The first chance I got, I ran, and have been running from my past ever since.
Until I met Hayley.
She's a complete game changer.
She's everything I never thought a woman could be.
She's honest and sincere and completely selfless,
And by some miracle she's fighting for me.
I'm learning if I want to keep her, I'm going to need to find the courage to fight for us instead of finding the strength to run.
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single
Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. - Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!
We are so excited to share the cover for Kylie's Scott's first ever YA and Indie published book TRUST releasing JULY 18th!Cover by Hang LeBeing young is all about the experiences: the first time you skip school, the first time you fall in love…the first time someone holds a gun to your head.After being held hostage during a robbery at the local convenience store, seventeen year old Edie finds her attitude about life shattered. Unwilling to put up with the snobbery and bullying at her private school, she enrolls at the local public high school, crossing paths with John. The boy who risked his life to save hers.While Edie’s beginning to run wild, however, John’s just starting to settle down. After years of partying and dealing drugs with his older brother, he’s going straight—getting to class on time, and thinking about the future.An unlikely bond grows between the two as John keeps Edie out of trouble and helps her broaden her horizons. But when he helps her out with another first—losing her virginity—their friendship gets complicated.Meanwhile, Edie and John are pulled back into the dangerous world they narrowly escaped. They were lucky to survive the first time, but this time they have more to lose—each other.ADD TO GOODREADSPRE-ORDERiBooks - Sign-up for alert when the book goes liveKylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/ FACEBOOK | TWITTER | FACEBOOK FAN GROUP | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS | NEWSLETTER100 Proof, an all-new taboo STANDALONE romance from Shanora Williams is coming May 18th!!!100 Proof by Shanora WilliamsRelease Date: May 18th, 2017Genre: Contemporary RomanceI was the low life. The screw up. The hopeless one with no future. He was the rich guy. The smart one. The one who had it all. My parents admired everything he did, while I was known for being their greatest disappointment. I didn't follow the path they paved for me. I drank and partied and did whatever the hell I wanted. The buzz was something I couldn't live without - the fire that filled my veins after each sip always kept me running back for more. But then I met her, and suddenly the drinks didn't matter. The parties weren't as fun. That fiery buzz came second for once. I drowned only in her, wanting her more than I wanted to exist. But even with her, I screwed things up. Now, he's with the woman I love. And he may have her, but what he should know is that even with all of his money, that nice house, and his expensive cars, her mind, body, and soul will always belong to me. And I'm not sorry about it, brother, 'cause she was mine first. Add to GoodReads: https://goo.gl/sXLP4bAbout the Author:Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after. She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive man, and is a sister to eleven. When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.Connect with Shanora:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ShanoraWilliamsAuthor/ Twitter: @shanorawilliams Instagram @reallyshanora Stay in touch with Shanora by signing up for her newsletter: |
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