Let’s see…where to begin… I’m inching up on the BIG 4-0. The gray hairs are doubling what seems like daily, and the wrinkles and laugh lines are more pronounced than ever. I have an amazing husband (Married just over 15 years.) We have two boys we’re doing our best to raise as respectful gentleman. I have a master’s degree in criminal justice which I used to work as a juvenile probation office until deciding to write full-time in June of 2019. So that means there’s usually always some criminal/law element to my novels. If I’m not writing; I’m reading. My favorite genres recently are bully/reverse harem and enemies to lovers. Maybe I’m reliving my traumatic teen years through the girls who actually end up with the boys. (Not that I would change my history since it’s gotten me exactly where I need to be!) I love coffee. I miss carbs. Music is LIFE. I try not to be too serious.
I love the Cerberus MC Series and Landon was just as good as the others in this series. It is steamy, angsty, and real. Landon and his best friend since childhood, Rick, have a falling out just before senior year of high school, but act as though they are still best friends for their families’ sakes.
The coming of age, finding one’s true self and finding their position in life, Landon and Rick have a lot of obstacles to clear to have a fulfilled life. The only way that Rick can find to cope with his thoughts and views of Landon and his feelings towards Rick, is to get angry and avoid him. However, Landon is done with that and wants Rick back in his life, so now he’s going to take the opportunity given to him by the college and show Rick that their friendship is more, and he wants Rick in his life.
I loved this story and Landon and Rick. They’re finally on the same page and proven by their families that it doesn’t make any difference who one falls in love with, they only want them to be happy and have a good life. I’m excited for more Cerberus MC stories and characters and hope that all of the characters find that one person that fulfills their lives and shows them what they are missing while they’re looking for their soulmate. Life is funny and has a crazy way of leading us in the right direction when we least expect it. I give this book a 5-star review and look forward to more in the future.
Liliana Mack has spent the last seven years living in the spotlight.
Needing time away from the all the glitz and the glam of Hollywood, Liliana returns to her hometown. She just never expected her homecoming would put her in harm’s way.
Jagger Lowe is Harper Security Ops’ lead bodyguard. He’s accustomed to working with high-profile clients and always keeps it professional.
When Liliana hires the firm to deal with a pesky problem, Jagger gets a bit more than he bargained for. Because Jagger quickly learns that Liliana isn’t like most of his clients. There’s a lot more hiding beneath the celebrity façade. And the more he’s around her, the harder he struggles to conceal his feelings.
Unfortunately, by the time the pair admit their feelings to one another, Liliana’s troubles go from bad to worse, and Jagger will have to pull out all the stops to keep her safe.
A.K. Evans is a contemporary romance author of over twenty published novels. While she enjoys writing a good romantic suspense novel, Andrea’s favorite books to write have been her extreme sports romances. That might have something to do with the fact that she, along with her husband and two sons, can’t get enough of extreme sports.
Before becoming a writer, Andrea did a brief stint in the insurance and financial services industry and managed her husband’s performance automotive business. That love of extreme sports? She used to drive race cars!
When Andrea isn’t writing, she can be found homeschooling her two sons, doing yoga, snowboarding, reading, or traveling with her family. She and her husband are currently taking road trips throughout the country to visit all 50 states with their boys.
“This book is one of the best books I have read this year. Absolutely I adore this author bc her works bring you into this other world.” ~ Spunk N Sassy (Julie)
Gamble clings to two things: the Riot MC brotherhood and a grudge against his sister’s attacker. When his grudge brings danger to an innocent woman, it sends him into a tailspin. Dumping a woman at the clubhouse —as a message for Gamble— enrages the Riot MC brothers, but Gamble risks his life in order to mete out vengeance.
Victoria’s recovery is slow and arduous. He’s determined to help her heal and move on.
After tragedy strikes, the last place Victoria expects to be is in Gamble’s room. She doesn’t want him to see her broken. She definitely doesn’t want his help to recover. He won’t have the patience for a woman whose spirit is shattered. Proving her wrong, Gamble refuses to leave her alone. The more he builds her trust, the more she battles her growing desire for him.
As a public defender, Victoria knows she should stay far away from the outlaw biker. But, the blue-eyed outlaw with a sexy Southern drawl argues with her like he’s opposing counsel. They cannot fight their overwhelming attraction. Their relationship grows and changes until they realize they need the same things.
Justice.
And each other.
Gamble grabbed my right hand, then reclined the passenger seat while I drove us home.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m good.”
“Good at lying,” I said.
“Kitten, it’s been two weeks since I got out of the hospital. I’m getting better.”
I nodded at the windshield. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you needed to stand around for an hour with Brute while Aubrey had her practice.”
He didn’t say anything to that. At a traffic light, I glanced at him. He had a big, beautiful smile on his face. The joy in his expression almost made me think he was stoned, but I knew better.
“What are you smiling about?”
His eyes stayed closed as he said, “I’m fucked, but I like it.”
“Pardon?”
He opened his eyes. “It’s always gonna be like this, isn’t it?”
The light changed, I faced forward, and we motored onward. “Is what going to be like this?”
“Us. The bickering, the fussing… and even your girl Heidi fussing over me. That’s how it’s going to be, isn’t it?”
I pressed my lips together. “I don’t know,” I murmured.
His seat came forward. “You know, and it’s true.”
We were in the driveway. I tried to wrest my hand free, but Gamble hit the clicker with his free hand. I pulled the car forward and he hit the clicker again. He let my hand go so I could park and turn off the engine.
Gamble shifted and cupped my cheeks. “You love me, right?”
My chin dipped. “More than I knew I could love anyone.”
His eyes lit up. “Right. And I’m yours in a way I never knew I could belong to anybody.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “What brought this on?”
“You’re mine the same way right? You belong to me?”
I nodded… still hesitant.
“That’s what the property patch is about, kitten. At least for me. I see a woman with a brother’s patch on her back, it doesn’t just tell me she’s off-limits. It tells me that brother found a woman he cares enough about to make her his. And crazy as you might find it, that makes me happy for that man.”
I nodded and his hands fell away. “But some of your brothers haven’t put cuts on their women. I haven’t seen Kenzie wearing anything like that or Trinity.”
Gamble laughed. “Kenzie was wearing one at the Fourth of July party, but you probably didn’t notice because of Stephanie accusing her of cheating at cornhole.”
“Okay, fine. And Trinity?”
A lopsided grin crossed his face. “You might say Trinity made Roman hers, but really, you’d have to ask Roman about that. I don’t know why he hasn’t given her a cut, and God knows Sandy has to be nagging the hell out of Roman about it.”
“That’s not saying much. I think she enjoys nagging your brothers.”
“Yeah. But, we recognize women have rights. Set your feminism aside. If I give you a property cut, it’s an honor, Victoria.”
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot Motorcycle Club, Beta, and O-Town series of books. She once crunched Nielsen ratings data but these days she brings her imagination to life by writing books. She has wanted to be a writer since she was very young, but it’s taken the last twenty plus years for her to amass enough courage and overall life experience to bring that dream to life. Some of those life experiences came from the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
For Bernadette Ross, there are two things she knows for sure, she loves being a kick-ass gamer girl and she’s been in love with her teammate’s older brother for years. Wade Roberts was forced to put her in the friend zone, but when his feelings can’t be ignored any longer, the only option is to keep their relationship a secret. Fans of nerdy romance, Carrie Aarons, and Kaylee Ryan will adore WIN MY HEART by Lauren Helms, a secret relationship, gamer girl romance. “Level Me Up is a cannot-put-down, relatable, fun-loving read that captured my heart, soul and mind and took me to another level.” – Amazon Reviewer on LEVEL ME UP, Gamer Boy 1
Blurb
Bernie – When it comes to gaming,I’m a pro.When it comes to my love life?That’s a different story. I’ve been crushing on my best friend’s older brother forever.In return, he’s kept me in the friend zone for way too long.Then things change between us.And I get to see a whole new,And incredibly sexy side to him. But, he wants to keep things between us a secret.
Wade – I made a promise to my brother.One I refused to break.Until now. I’ve ignored my feelings for the girl for way too long.And the more time we spend together,The harder I find myself falling. There’s just one problem,I can’t let anyone know that I’ve made her mine. Can I win her heart before its game-over for us both?
I want so badly to intertwine my fingers with hers, but I can’t, and she drops my hand before reaching for pretzels. “O.M.G. It just hit me how hungry I am.” She shoves food into her mouth, and I can’t help but chuckle at her.“Did you not eat dinner?” Leaning into the bar, I watch her with fascination.“I did, but I was wearing a dress.” She offers this up as if it’s common sense.I snort. “I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”She giggles and rolls her eyes. “Let me school you in some basic female knowledge.” She shoves more food into her mouth. If she wasn’t drunk, she’d be embarrassed at the way she’s acting. I find it endearing.“Mkay. By all means, Bernie, educate me.”She makes a face, and I’m not sure what I said that threw her off, but then she tells me. “If you’re gonna use a nickname, it’s Benny now.” She scoffs.Confused, I just shake my head. I’ll admit, I don’t use her shortened name often. Way back in the day, she introduced herself to me as Bernadette, so it just stuck. I’ve always kinda liked that I’m the only one to use her full name, but I’m not on my game tonight. Between her being drunk and overly flirting with me, the new knowledge I possess about her, and the douche-waffle thinking he has a chance with her, I slip and use her nickname.“Anyway, what do you have to teach me, oh wise one?” I smirk, getting her back on track.“Ohh, I like that. But I think you’re making fun. I digress. When a woman is wearing a fancy dress, there are two rules. One, don’t make a mess. And two, don’t stuff yourself silly or your food baby will show.”A deep belly laugh erupts from me. Between breaths, I ask, “Food baby?”She’s soaking up my laughter, and she nods vigorously. “Yes, you know when you eat too much and it just sits there in your gut, and it looks like you’re about fifteen weeks preggo? Ergo, food baby. You don’t do that in a fancy tight-fitting dress.”My laughter under control now, I tell her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before, Bernadette.” I chuckle, taking in her carefree, easy demeanor. Her eyes flash with something.“Like what?” She hiccups.“Drunk,” I deadpan.Her eyes widen. “Oh, then I’ve done my job.”I quirk my brow, “Do you get drunk often and hide it?” She giggles. “Well, shit, do I need to stage an intervention?”Her pure happiness sets my blood on fire, and it takes everything in me to not reach out to touch her.“Stop, I’m not a closet drunk. I mean, you don’t see me drunk because I don’t get drunk. In public or alone.” She tries her damnedest to make a serious face, but the attempt ends up just amusing her, and her eyes sparkle.My own grin grows. “You’re fun like this. Carefree.”She’s being hilarious right now. I know she doesn’t need alcohol to make her funny. She’s always fun to be around. But I realize now that I don’t have a lot of one-on-one conversations with her. I’m going to start craving this connection.“I’m not normally fun?” She pops out her bottom lip, leaning forward slightly. Her scent fills my lungs. I take in a deep breath and lean in closer to her.“No, you’re fun, Benny.” My voice is deep. Her eyes glitter at the use of her new nickname.She attempts to be serious, but fails. “Just more fun when I’m wasted, yeah?”“Nah. But normally, you don’t let me get close enough to have fun.” I don’t know why I said that, but it’s out there now.Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a little o. I let the silence envelop us. The ball is in her court now.“Well…” She closes her mouth, opens it again, and then closes it.I offer a soft laugh. She seems to gather her thoughts and says, “Well, you know where I live. So if you want fun, you know where to find me.”Well. Fuck. Me.I gulp, taking in her words, and before I can reply, she’s walking—no, running—away. Gia drapes her arm over her as the girls pull her into the conversation. I’m looking at her, still processing the gauntlet she threw down, and she peeks at me over her shoulder, gives me a little smile, then turns back to the group.Damn, she launched that fucking ball right back into my court, didn’t she?
Lauren Helms is a romance author her nerdy and flirty contemporary words. Lauren has forever been an avid reader from the beginning. After starting a book review website, that catapulted her fully into the book world, she knew that something was missing. While working for a video game strategy guide publisher, she decided to mix what she knew best–video games and romance. She decided to take the plunge and write her first novel, Level Me Up. Several published novels later, Lauren created PR company, Indie Pen PR, to help other authors promote their books.Lauren lives in Indianapolis, Indiana sharing her love of books and video games with her own Gamer Boy husband and three young kid nerds who will hopefully grow up to share the love of things that united Lauren and her husband on their own happily ever after.
Given as a gift. Kept as a prisoner. Fighting to be a queen.
Sasha She was given to me as a gift, with a twist. I was to keep her safe, protect her. An old friend called in a big favor, and now I have this innocent young woman in my home. Scared, fragile … tempting. The lines blur, and the heat between us ignites. She’s my good girl gone bad, and I’ll burn the world down to keep her safe.
But as we grow closer, old secrets rise to the surface. I’m supposed to keep her safe, but she hasn’t told me everything. I can’t protect her if I don’t know the truth, and soon things take a dangerous turn. One even my power and money might not be able to fight.
Leah He’s my owner. For a few months. It’s all fake, though. Really, he’s supposed to protect me. The trouble is he wants more. I can see it in his hungry gaze. Worse still, so do I. Yet the world he inhabits is dangerous and full of sin. Too much for a girl like me. Then he says three little words, and I’m lost. “My good girl.”
I’ll be his good girl in private, but I also want my rightful place by his side. As his queen. I won’t give up this fight because it is the most important of my life. Then fate throws us a curveball, and a secret I’d long thought buried resurfaces. My past and my future are at war. I can only pray my future wins.
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From USA Today Bestselling author Misty Walker, comes a virgin hero, brother’s best friend, MC romance.
After serving twenty years behind bars for killing Talynn’s brother, Colton returns to Diamond, Texas.
But things have changed. Talynn’s a deputy for the Sheriff’s Department, and Colton, who now goes by Crow, is the newest member of the Diamond Kings MC.
With the weight of the law behind her, Talynn sets out to make Crow’s life a living hell in hopes of driving him out of town. The memories of that fateful day are still too raw, too painful.
One way or another, he needs to go.
Crow’s willing to take Talynn’s wrath; he deserves every bit of it. But not for the reasons she thinks, and now, it’s time to make things right. Especially if there’s a way to get Talynn’s beautiful brown eyes to look at him with something other than disdain.
Is it possible that everything Talynn thought she knew was wrong?
Crow’s Scorn is part of The Diamond Kings MC, a collection of novels written by some of your favorite authors. Come along with us as we take these MC brothers on the ride of their lives.
Emily Saturn’s world is spinning out of control. When she isn’t working on an impossible lawsuit, she’s trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March. But Bobby is determined to prove to Emily that he can be the man she deserves and has a very creative plan to win her back.Fans of Christina Lauren and Sally Thorne will love Escape Girl, a spicy second chance romance. “The love story itself is stirring and emotional, and Emily and Bobby’s second chance feels well-earned.”—Publishers Weekly review for Escape Girl
BlurbEmily Saturn’s world is spinning out of control. An intellectual property lawyer, she’s gone rogue from her firm, dealing with a major lawsuit against a predatory software company’s CEO pro bono. When she isn’t looking for elusive evidence she can use—legally, of course—she’s trying to avoid her soon-to-be ex-husband, Bobby March.After their whirlwind courtship and wedding, Bobby can’t pinpoint what went wrong between them. He’s been working for months on his new career and personal growth, determined to be the man his wife deserves. Desperate to get her attention, Bobby invites Emily to a series of individually designed virtual escape rooms, each one a moment from their love story. Hopefully, the sexy, romantic trip down memory lane will rekindle their intense connection—and clue him in on how to fix this.Emily has never been able to resist a puzzle. Or, frankly, Bobby. The more she interacts with her husband online, the more she wants to see him again in person. Which is beyond stupid because Emily knows he’s wrong for her. Right?
Copyright 2022 Michelle DaytonOne Year AgoThe painting was so ludicrous that I chewed the inside of my top lip—hard enough that the next sip of gin was going to sting. But if I didn’t control my mouth, it was going to shape itself into a judgy, bitchy smirk at our poor hostess’s expense.The painting was of a woman’s back, butt, and legs as she lounged on a blue velvet settee. It didn’t reveal any part of the subject’s face. But it was clearly supposed to be Selma. Selma was a big fan of strapless gowns and asymmetrical shirts. The triangle of small moles on her left shoulder blade was as familiar to me as the shade of dark pink lipstick always highlighting her formidable lips. The woman in the painting sported an identical isosceles mole triangle, as well as a spill of hair in a variety of blonde shades ranging from honey to platinum. I’d once heard Selma boast that it took three colorists four hours every six weeks to keep her signature blend of hair colors perfect.I cocked my head as my eyes traveled to the problematic part of the woman in the painting. She may have had Selma’s geometric moles and she may have had Selma’s intricate hair. The ass, however…“Do you think this painting is a prophecy?” A question spoken so low that only I could hear.I snapped my gaze away from the painting’s exquisite ass and looked up in surprise at the man suddenly next to me. “Huh?” I didn’t recognize him, but that wasn’t surprising as I’d only been back in the Bay Area for a couple of weeks.I would have remembered him if I’d seen him before. He was one of those unmistakable people. (Us generic-looking people often resent his kind.) He was probably mid-thirties, over six feet tall with thick, golden hair, grown at a shaggy length that would look stupid on most men, but it decidedly did not look stupid on him. He was tan like he’d just come back from a beach vacation, and he had deep smile lines around his eyes and mouth. They were crinkled now around his bright blue eyes.My own were crinkled too, not with mirth but with confusion. “A prophecy?”“A prophecy is a prediction, a forecast,” he began, eyes twinkling. Was he teasing or mansplaining?“Yes, I know what a prophecy is,” I said. Snapped, really. I’d been around at enough of these nights to be familiar with the typical male attendees. The men near my age usually fell into particular categories: boastful start-up tech founders, schmoozy sales and marketing execs, and lots of “I know everything” lawyers. Most of them treated these nights like networking events or auditions for a TED Talk instead of parties.I’d been so dreading my possible seating partners for dinner that I’d snuck into the dining room to see the place cards when we first arrived. Thank God I was seated next to my father.“Excellent.” He waved his negroni toward the painted naked lady. “So I was just wondering if this painting is a heads-up from our hostess about certain impending changes.”Oh. The mischief in his voice made my lips twitch. He’d been teasing, then. This wasn’t some stuffy ibanker or insufferable crypto bro. Inexplicably, this was someone fun.I raised an eyebrow at him and spoke softly. “Meaning, Selma wants everyone to know that she’ll soon be getting butt implants?”He grinned down at me, almost with relief, as though he’d been hoping to find someone snarky. “Perhaps the buttock augmentation is already complete.” He pointed directly below the painting. I hadn’t noticed the blue velvet settee against the wall, an identical twin to the one in the portrait. “Perhaps she’ll settle herself right there later and let us compare art to reality.”It was just too perfect of an image: ludicrous, of course, but if Selma had one too many negronis, you could almost see it happening. Oh God, please let that happen. I’d suffer through twelve boring dinner parties if Selma would cross that bizarre, hilarious line.A significant snort-laugh erupted from my nose before I could stop it. “Sorry,” I gasped.His answering laugh was deep and delighted. “Don’t be. I love it when people snort when they laugh. It’s literally one of my favorite things in life.” Well, I loved when people got tears in their eyes at the smallest of chuckles, and right now, there was a sheen of moisture covering his.“I don’t know you, and I usually know everyone at these things,” he said, like an invitation.Sigh. Now I would introduce myself, and he would get that look in his eye when he realized who my father was.I opened my mouth, but to my surprise, he cut me off. “So I asked four different people here who you were and what you’re like.”My mouth closed abruptly. Why would he do that? Also, I could guess what the four people had said, and they were all sure to be wrong. I swallowed a sigh. “Oh?” This encounter had started so fun. Now I wondered how soon I could excuse myself.He took a slow sip. “You’re Sven Saturn’s daughter.” Yep. For the entirety of my life, that would be the first—and sometimes the only—thing most people cared about. “You’re intensely smart and have some sort of big, important job.” OK, he totally embellished that point. I’m sure whoever he talked to actually just used the word workaholic. To be fair, that was also correct. Work was my place, my cathedral, my sports arena. Work was home.He cocked his head. “And you’re very quiet and sweet.”Of course that’s what they said. Quiet was correct; sweet was not. But when you’re a little shy with a heart-shaped face and round eyes, people always make the leap to sweet. In actuality, Resting Bitch Face would have suited my internal personality much better. I’m sure people were trying to be kind, but why is sweet a good thing to call someone? In our hyperaggressive, competitive world, who the hell wanted to be sweet?To the man beside me, I ducked my chin. “Well, that was nice of them.” Where was the tray of negronis? Maybe I’d survive this night with a nice little buzz. Or maybe I could put on headphones and go into another room on the pretense of taking a call. I had Netflix on my phone.His blue eyes were so bright. “It’s bullshit though, right?”His gaze and forthright tone gave me a buzz that had nothing to do with gin. He tapped his temple. “There’s a lot going on in there, but I’m guessing that very little of it is sweet.”Correct. Either he was extremely astute or… “Is this your schtick?” I retorted. “Find the quiet girl in the room and make her feel like she’s some sort of secret badass that only you can see?”He laughed. Hard. A surprised, loud, genuinely elated laugh. I did that, I thought proudly.“Who are you?” he asked, and suddenly his blue eyes were…intense.The direct stare right at me, the timbre of his voice, the way he drew a microinch closer. My skin went warm from head to toe and my pulse went thud, Thud, THUD.I swallowed, and his gaze went to my throat and back to my eyes. He leaned even closer, then apparently realized that was not dinner-party-appropriate, so he backed up so quickly he banged into someone behind him. A slight flush crawled up his jaw as he recovered, but his embarrassment didn’t make him look away or change the intensity of his expression.Did I do that to him? I wasn’t the kind of woman that made men clumsy, but I could sense it. He felt the thud, Thud, THUDDING too.“I’m Emily,” I managed, remembering to offer a hand.His warm hand took hold of mine, not like a greeting shake, but as if he intended to keep it.
About Michelle Dayton There are only three things Michelle Dayton loves more than sexy and suspenseful novels: her family, the city of Chicago, and Mr. Darcy. Michelle dreams of a year of world travel – as long as the trip would include weeks and weeks of beach time. As a bourbon lover and unabashed wine snob, Michelle thinks heaven is discussing a good book over an adult beverage.
Every woman in my life has let me down, hurt me, or abandoned me. Which is why the only female I hold close to my heart is Hallie– my daughter.
But being a single father comes with certain challenges, so I hire a nanny.
Someone who can do her hair, tell her stories, and be the motherly figure she doesn’t have.
When Mia starts, I know she’ll be perfect, but I have to keep her at arm’s length. I tell myself it’s because I don’t know how to fix her broken soul from the past she’s so desperate to hide, but in reality, it’s more.
The way I feel about her scares me. She’s beautiful, feisty, and so incredibly kind.
Although I try to deny it, I can feel myself falling for her. And when our pasts collide with the present, we have no choice but to face our demons together and fight.
Will I be able to finally put my fears aside and find true happiness?
Author Note – This book is part of the Beautifully Brutal Series, which are all Interconnected. While each book is about a different couple, they have connected themes and it’s advised the series is read in release order. But they can be enjoyed as standalones. Trust in Me is a dark romance which features scenes that may be triggering for some people. For more details please contact emmalunaauthor@gmail.com
Emma Luna is a USA Today Bestselling dark romance author from the UK. In a previous life she was a Midwife and a Lecturer, but now she listens to the voices in her head and puts pen to paper to bring their stories to life. In her spare time, when she should be sleeping, she also loves to edit, proofread, and format books for other amazing authors.
Emma’s books are dark, dangerous, and devilishly sexy. She loves writing about strong, feisty, but underestimated women, and the cocky, dirty-mouthed men they bring to their knees.
When Emma isn’t writing, promoting, or editing books she can be found napping, colouring in adult colouring books, and collecting novelty notebooks. She also enjoys coffee and gossiping with her mum, playing or having hugs with her gorgeous nephew, who is the light of her life, stealing her parents dog Hector, and curling up on the sofa to watch a film with Mr Luna. Oh and for those of you that don’t know, Emma is a hardcore Harry Potter fan—Team Ravenclaw!!
Thank you for taking a chance on a crazy Brit and the voices inside her head. That makes you a true LUNAtic now too!
My life was a nightmare wrapped in dark secrets. Separated from my sister at an early age, I was surrounded by twisted depravity that threatened to tear me apart. After losing everything and everyone I loved, I was cast out into a world I wasn’t prepared for. The Death Hounds saved my daughter from a life of misery and through them, I was reunited with her.
He saw the darkest parts of my soul and embraced them, offering me love and support unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He knew some of my secrets, but there were still dangers lurking in the shadows. He had his own demons that called him into the darkness, but together, we fought the darkness and began to build a future.
When faced with a vile monster from my past, I used the strength he gave me and fought to survive. My saviors on steel horses came to my rescue, but this time, a Death Hound was caught in the crossfire. Would the club still support me, or would they cast me back into a life of isolation?
With darkness closing in again, the only one who could protect me was the man who held my heart, and would destroy the world, just to see me smile. But when the truth is finally revealed, would he still be standing by my side, or would my daughter and I have to face the world alone?
H.J. Marshall began her love of reading and writing at an early age and has always dreamed of being a writer full-time. A nomadic youth exposed her to different perspectives of life, community, and culture, resulting in a lifelong love of food, music, and history. When she is not writing, she enjoys the music of all generations and genres, writing full-time, and living in her quiet cabin in the woods. Currently landlocked, H.J. dreams of her beach house, salty air, and a life filled with laughter.
I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.
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