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Monday, October 31, 2016

Featured Author: Vera Quinn



Welcome Today's Featured Author
Vera Quinn!!



Never Forever (BlackPath MC #1) by Vera Quinn
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#MCRomance #mustread

Callie 
My heart belongs to one man but my loyalty is to my family. 
I owe my brother my life and I swore on his grave vengeance. 
Finally it is in my grasp but to get it I must walk away from my heart 
and what I have left of my innocence. 
My decision, but will I be able to live with it? 

Kylar 
Callie is young and beautiful and I should walk away from her. 
She doesn't deserve this but to save the rest of my darkened 
soul I have to have her and her innocence. 
I have what she and the BlackPath MC need for their vengeance. 
Will she pay the Devil his price and give me what I need? 

Mason 
Callie needs me but I am stuck here in this God forsaken desert. 
I'll fight my way back to her if it is the last thing I do. 
Hang on babe...I'm on my way.



Catching Forever (BlackPath MC #2) by Vera Quinn

Some people believe in destiny.
Some people believe in fate.
I believe life is what you make it.
Take care of family and they take care of you.
I need trust, loyalty, and family. 
In the BlackPath MC family it's a must.
Life has slapped me in the face with cruel realities lately.
If life doesn't give me the forever I want,
Then I will be chasing it down and taking what I want.
I will be Catching Forever, one way or another.






Holding Out For Forever (BlackPath MC #3) by Vera Quinn
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You can never go back…
I told Kim she would never be mine.
She was devious. She plotted and her mind set on me.
Nine months later and we have a permanent bond.
I thought I would never love again.
I put the BlackPath MC and our families first.
I have old enemies mixed with new rivalries.
Then I met her…one stolen kiss is all it took.
Everything else doesn’t matter.
I am President of the BlackPath MC.
This is my story and mine alone.






Making My Forever (BlackPath MC #4) by Vera Quinn
Universal Amazon link: http://mybook.to/MMFVeraQ


Maizy
Life has never been easy.
Trust no one. Let no one in. Love no one.
When someone says they love you they usually
actually mean they are going to hurt you.
I learned to fight back and hit harder.
Then he walked into my life.

Tazer
Growing up in the BlackPath MC wasn’t always easy.
Especially when you are the son of the President.
I’ve been raised to put club and family first.
Only rules, live free and ride hard.
I take what I want and to hell with what people think.
I never thought I would only want one woman.
I learned early in life women never stay forever.
Then I met her and I will be Making My Forever.





About Vera Quinn:

Hello everyone. I’m Vera Quinn and I want to thank you for taking the time to read my books and be interested in what I am doing. This is all new for me and I am a little surprised anyone is interested in what I am doing. I am a bit shy and my social skills are not up to par sometimes. My husband says I am the most anti-social person he knows. It just takes me a little time to get warmed up.

 I am a relatively new author. I published my first book, Never Forever, in March 2016 and Catching Forever in April 2016. Holding Out For Forever released Jun 17, 2016. It’s been a whirl wind.

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Interview with Vera Quinn:
  1. Can you tell us a little about your books?
My books are MC romance with lots of action and more than a few surprises.

  1. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
I have 4 books presently, Never Forever, Catching Forever, Holding Out For Forever, and Making Forever. I also have a novella in the Wicked Hot Romances Anthology.
Never Forever my first release is my favorite because I released because of my sister.

  1. When did you know you wanted to write a book?
I've always love to read but never thought I would have the nerve to publish.  I'm very shy. My sister gave me that extra push to do it and the rest as they say is history.

  1. For someone who hasn't read any of you books yet, which one would you suggest they read first?
Never Forever the first. My series continues so best to start at the beginning.

  1. What is a usual writing day like for you, how is it structured?
Almost every day is a writing day for me. I get up at 6 am and try to do all my social media and emails except Facebook. Then I work on outlines of new works. After that I spend time doing background and research. Then by that time I do Facebook. After that,  it is writing on works in progress. I usually work until 6 or 7. Then more research. Life pulls me away and I have to eat but that is my basic day. I also have takeovers I have to fit in some slots.

  1. Do you have a favorite food or drink you must have nearby when writing? 
Dr. Pepper is my drink and popcorn to eat.

  1. If  you could spend 24 hours as a fictional character, who would you chose?
A fictional character wow, that is a hard one. Ok, don't laugh, Huckleberry Finn. I have always been a bit of a tomboy. I think his life would definitely keep me busy.

  1. What are writing projects are you currently working on?
I just finished a novella, In Their Dreams coming out in December in the erotica anthology Ropes, Ribbons, and Bows. I also finished Surviving For Tomorrow novella which should be out by the end of October. I will have Beginning of the Inevitable, the first book in my Feral Steel MC out by the end of the year. I am working on a short novella to submit for another anthology and I will have a Christmas BlackPath MC novella also out this year.

 


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Blog Tour for The Isn’t You, Baby by K. Webster

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The Isn’t You, Baby

by K. Webster  
War & Peace #4  
Publication Date: October 25, 2016  
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Romance 

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I was a pawn. Weak and someone easily manipulated. To be played with as he saw fit. Until YOU. YOU shone light in my now dark world. It was YOU who made me smile. For the first time in this game, I had hope. All because of YOU. The more powerful pieces on the board, however, were a threat to YOU and me. They would win at any cost. Two kings ruling with an iron fist. Allies or opponents, it was hard to tell. YOU promised to save me. Told me we would win. But then I was on the wrong side of the board. This isn't YOU, baby. And I don't know what to do. The game is almost over and I'm counting on YOU. Tick, tock... Warning: This Isn’t You, Baby is a dark romance. Strong sexual themes, excessive drug use, and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. If you are sensitive to dark themes, then this story is not for YOU. This story will make YOU smile. This story will make YOU angry. This story will make YOU crazy. I hope YOU love it, baby.
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About K. Webster

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
You can easily find K Webster on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads!
Website: www.authorkwebster.com Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bllgoP
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Release Blitz for Wicked Little Words by Stevie J. Cole & BT Urruela


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"With American Psycho vibes and characters that will haunt you, Wicked Little Words does not disappoint." - #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Jennifer L. Armentrout 

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Synopsis:
Edwin Allen Mercer I want them all to read my words. And they do. Every last blood-stained sentence, they've read and praised me for. They love the gore and violence, the realness. And I get a sense of power with it all because I know a secret: the victims in my books—they’re real and have all died on my table. And maybe that’s why the last book had such awful reviews. Murder is, after all, a dirty little thing. Some can stomach it. Others can’t. My answer to those reviews: find a woman to co-author with. To be the next pathetic character in my book. Pity she’s so pretty. Miranda Cross All I’ve ever wanted was to be successful as a writer so when I was offered the opportunity to co-author a book with my idol, EA Mercer, I jumped at the chance. He’s beautiful and a literary genius, but something about him makes my stomach knot. And maybe it’s my overactive imagination making my hairs stand on end when he walks up behind me. After all, these wicked little words we’re typing are only fiction. They’re only fiction...
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Review:
Wicked Little Words is a different read.    It's not rainbows and sweet romance, it's more like a creepy little ride at the amusement park.  The story sucked in me.   It's told in the POVs of Edwin, Miranda, and Jackson.  Be sure to pay attention to who's name is under the chapter heading.  When Jackson was first introduced I missed that it was his chapter and had to back track a little to see figure it out.  
Edwin is writer EA Mercer.  He's creepy and weird.  At times he was a little over the top and I wondered if we were suppose to love him or hate him.  Miranda seems shy and quiet.  At point I felt bad for her having to deal with Edwin.   I really liked Jackson and wished we had gotten more of him.  These characters are very interesting.   They all have their secrets and demons.  The ending had me questioning everything I read and wanting to reread it.  
4 Amazeballs Stars!! 

About the Authors:
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Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of Alabama with her two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you feel. Raw. Gritty. Love. Because sometimes characters need to be flawed.
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BT Urruela was an infantryman in the US Army from August 2004 until February 2011. At the end of a year long tour to Baghdad, Iraq, his vehicle was hit by two roadside bombs, which took his right leg below the knee and the life of his commander. He was awarded a Purple Heart for his wounds, an Army Commendation Medal, and Combat Infantryman’s Badge. He medically retired from the Army in 2011 and moved to Tampa, FL where he currently works as a Director and Brand Ambassador for VETSports, a veteran community sports nonprofit he co-founded in 2012. He also conducts motivational speeches, works as a cover and fitness model and he’s a personal performance trainer. He co-wrote the military romance novel A Lover’s Lament and will be releasing his debut solo novel, Into the Nothing, on June 21st, 2016.
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Release Blitz for Dirty by Belle Aurora




Title: Dirty
Series: RAW Family #2
Author: Belle Aurora
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 31, 2016


Blurb

My marriage seemed perfect from the outside looking in.
People envied me. They wanted my life, wanted to be me.

Mrs Alejandra Gambino.
Wife of Dino Gambino. Daughter of Eduardo Castillo.
Respected. Loved. Mob royalty.

They had no idea of the horrors that lurked behind closed doors.
They didn't know I was at the lowest point a person could reach.

Enter Julius Carter.
Aloof, handsome, blue-eyed Julius Carter.

He saved me.
I screwed him over.

Now everybody was after me. My life was forfeit.
It was only a matter of time. I was a dead woman walking.

The question was, who would get to me first?






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AUTHOR BIO

Belle Aurora is twenty seven years old and was born in the land down under.

At an early age she fell in love with reading. Boredom one summer had her scouring the bookshelves at home. She stumbled across Sandra Brown's Breath of Scandal and fell in love with romance.

Having been brought up in a loud and boisterous family of Croatian descent, she developed a natural love for dramatics and humor. Only some years ago had she discovered a new love.

Humorous romance novels.

Kristen Ashley and R.L. Mathewson had opened a brand new world where she could lose herself yet feel safe and at home in their stories. Belle has been known to become a screeching banshee while anxiously awaiting their newest titles.

Belle never thought she would write. It had never interested her until recently. Friend-Zoned began to form and in February 2013 Belle typed the words Chapter One. And she fell in love.

With words.
With writing.
With a creative imagination she never knew she harbored.

Friend-Zoned is the first in the Friend-Zoned series. Keep an eye out for this cheeky author.


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Release Blitz for Sell Your Soul by Rochelle Paige




Sell Your Soul
Body & Soul Series #3
Rochelle Paige
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance




99 CENTS
Available on Kindle Unlimited
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BLURB:
The last place Vaughn Westbrook expected to find himself was at a charity gala. But the dark path he’s walked since his discharge from the military led him into the upper echelons of society—where he hunts for the man behind a human trafficking ring.
Carissa Hastings lived a sheltered life in the lap of luxury. Forced to participate in a bachelorette auction, her parents expect the man of their choice to win a date with her.
Vaughn’s winning bid on Carissa was a tactical move, but logic is thrown out the window when he meets the innocent beauty.
Vaughn sold his soul long ago. There’s no way he’s going to let Carissa do the same.
Warning: This book has an alpha hero who doesn't see himself as a hero until he meets the woman who's meant to be his. If you like insta-love and hot sex, then this story is for you!
Please note: This is the third novella in the Body & Soul series, but it can be read as a standalone. Each book in the series features a different couple.


REVIEW
Sell Your Soul is book three in the Body & Soul series but it can be read as a standalone.  It's a short quick read.  I love short quick reads because most most of the time they can be read in one sitting.  
Vaughn is an ex military guy who now works as a private contractor.  He's concurrently tracking a man dealing with human trafficking.  Carissa has been sheltered by her parents.  She's is shocked when she finds out her parents want her to participate in a charity bachelorette auction.  Vaughn is there to watch his target but when he sees Carissa he has to have her.   Carissa and Vaughn have an instant connection.   It's not all steamy romance, Carissa may be in danger.  She may be tied up somehow to the target Vaughn is going after and it's up to Vaughn and his team to figure it out and save her.   If you're looking for a quick read with and instant chemistry then this one is one you should check out.  
4 Amazeballs Stars!!! 
EXCERPT
Approaching and observing an enemy who was always surrounded by other people who were in the limelight—each with their own security detail—required a shit ton of finesse. Utilizing long-distance observation equipment only got me so far with Alexander Bellamy. I needed a valid reason for a closer approach, and I was determined to find it at this damn party. Almost two hours into it, and I still hadn’t managed to get within spitting distance. But from the way his attention suddenly shifted towards the stage when they announced the next socialite up for bidding, I had a feeling I might have found a way to catch his interest.
Switching my focus in the same direction, I quickly understood his fascination. The girl on the stage was hot, no doubt about it. The innocence shining from her eyes and the blush on her cheeks was an intriguing contradiction to the lushness of her lips and the curves outlined by her tight, black lace dress. When the woman at the microphone who was running the auction circled her finger at her and the girl swiveled on her black stilettos, I felt like I’d been punched in the solar plexus. My breath caught in my lungs at the sight of her bare back. All those inches of skin revealed as the dress dipped down to just above the cheeks of her ass—I didn’t want anyone else to enjoy the sight but me.
The sound of my target’s voice ringing out with the highest bid of the night filled me with horror as I pictured the beauty on the stage ending up dead like the girl in the alley. There was no way in hell I was going to let him get his hands on her and destroy the innocence shining from her eyes. I’d kill him before that happened—but I’d much prefer that waited until I confirmed there wasn’t anyone higher up in the trafficking ring than him. Until then, I just had to figure out a way to keep her out of Bellamy’s orbit. Starting with outbidding him for the date with her he was about to win. Lucky for me, wiping scum of the face of the planet paid well.
“A quarter of a million dollars.”
Very well, judging by the crowd’s gasp and the stunned look of surprise on the girl’s face. Strategically, it was either brilliant or the stupidest decision I’d ever made. But it was a go big or go home moment. Bellamy had deep pockets, and I didn’t want to waste time dicking around with outbidding each other. Making a statement, in a big way, was the most efficient route to avoiding all the back and forth. It also achieved two goals—it garnered me a date with the gorgeous girl on stage and ensured I ended up on Bellamy’s radar. If I’d read his interest right, my prey might very well end up coming to me.
I practically felt the death glare he was sending my way, and I couldn’t resist swiveling my head and flashing him a smug grin as the auctioneer counted down.
“Two hundred fifty thousand, going once. Two hundred fifty thousand, going twice. Sold!”
Bellamy’s eyes narrowed, promising retribution from me for stealing away his prize. My smile widened because I was pleased as fuck about my upcoming date—and because I knew it would piss Bellamy off even more. Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from his and headed towards the stage, but all of my reluctance was swept away the moment I was looking at her again.
DON’T MISS OUT ON BOOK 1 OF THE BODY & SOUL SERIES
**Also available on Kindle Unlimited**
99 CENTS
BARE YOUR SOUL
OR BOOK 2
**Also available on Kindle Unlimited**
99 CENTS
SAVE YOUR SOUL



ABOUT ROCHELLE PAIGE
Rochelle Paige is an Amazon bestselling author. She absolutely adores reading. Her friends growing up used to tease her when she trailed after them, trying to read and walk at the same time. She loves stories with alpha males, sassy heroines, hot sex and happily ever afters. She is a bit of a genre hopper in both her reading and her writing. So far she's written books in several romance sub-genres including new adult, contemporary, paranormal and romantic suspense.
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Release Blitz for Plowed by Kristen Luciani & Rebecca Manuel




Title: Plowed
Author: Kristen Luciani & Rebecca Manuel
Genre: New Adult Rocker Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2016


Blurb

Sexy rock god Daxton Cole has everything… and nothing that can bring him peace.

Music, whiskey, pills, parades of silicone-enhanced groupies keeping his bed warm at any given time… none of it soothes his wounded soul. The demons always win.

His life is a toxic existence on a permanent loop, like a bad 80s movie.

Until…

Sara Russell, the junior publicist hired to salvage his tarnished image, plows into him. Innocent, naïve, and pure, she’s the only one who can piece together what has long been shattered.

But sometimes, when you’re so broken, it’s impossible to become whole again.

And even more impossible to save anyone else.






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EXCERPT

“Dax, where the hell are you going?” Finn’s question was followed by a yawn so loud, it could have woken the inhabitants of the neighboring buses. “We have sound check in an hour.”

Daxton ran a hand through his tousled, gel-crunched hair and pulled on a Houston Astros baseball cap. “I’m going for a run.”

“Sorry, I don’t speak that language. Come again?”

“I need to clear my head, okay? Buy me some time. I’ll be back.”

“Since when do you run? Don’t you want to get breakfast instead? Bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich, home fries, coffee?”

“Look, it was a shitty night. I need to get out for a while. Alone.”

“Dude, Merrick is gonna—“

“He’ll deal. I’ll see you later.”

Daxton slid open the tour bus door, breathing in the crisp, fresh air. Nobody in sight. Great, he finally had a chance to escape the questions he couldn’t answer, questions he didn’t even want to acknowledge.

The sun peeked over the clouds as he sank into a hamstring stretch. His muscles were so tight, just like the knot that had taken up residence at the base of his skull. Ironic. Excessive booze normally had the opposite effect. And he’d pretty much drank himself sober after last night’s debacle. How the hell had that guy gotten so close?

He rubbed the back of his neck, desperate to relieve the knot. “Dammit!”

“Rough night?”

That raspy voice made him jump about twenty feet into the air. Christ, did she know how sexy her voice sounded in the morning? He’d love to hear it waking him up after a very sleepless night infused with lots of carnal pleasures. Oh, fuck yeah.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Sara twirled her ponytail around her index finger, a sleepy smile on her face. The soft morning light danced atop her head, half-hooded green eyes making his cock twitch. Shit, even at this ungodly hour of the morning?

“I didn’t expect anyone else to be awake.”

“Thought you’d escape unnoticed, huh?” Sara smirked. “I’m going for a run. Figured it was my only chance for some peace and quiet before Merrick assigns me his list of errands for the day.”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes raked over the curves poured into hot pink spandex, mind unable to formulate a thought beyond peeling her out of those constricting clothes. Immediately, if not sooner.

“Okay, then.”

“Okay, what?”

She grabbed her ankles one at a time, pulling each toward to her perfect ass, stretching her quads. “Let’s go. You shouldn’t be by yourself, anyway.”

“So you’re gonna protect me?”

Her pink lips curled into a sly smile. “It’s my job. Now stop procrastinating and move.”

“You’re kind of pushy. Why can’t we ease into it? Nice and slow to start?”

“Nice and slow, huh? Kind of shocking. You don’t seem the type.”

He stretched his arms over his head. “I don’t know what you’re implying. I was talking about running.“

“Sure you were.” She tightened her ponytail. “Trust me, you’ll feel better once you sweat out all the alcohol.”

A slow trot increased in intensity much too quickly, and soon, they were circling the arena parking lot at full speed. Focus, focus, focus! His primary objective was not to collapse. A sidelong glance confirmed Sara had barely broken a sweat since they’d started. No words were exchanged, which was a good thing, since he couldn’t catch a single breath. A burning sensation erupted in the pit of his belly, spreading through his lungs, singeing his insides. His legs, now feeling more like Jell-O than actual limbs, were on the brink of revolution. Why didn’t he grab a bottle of water? Panting only made his mouth drier, as if it wasn’t already more arid than the Sahara at midday. Sweat drizzled into his eyes, blurring his vision. How many more times were they going to make this death loop?

Sara pivoted to face him, tiny beads of perspiration glistening along her hairline, the only sign she was exerting herself at all. Jogging backwards. Not even changing her gait. He was a step above pathetic – a very short step.

“How is it that you can’t even make it a mile without looking like you’re about to pass out?”

Great, he needed to speak now?

“It’s not like…I’m…Britney Spears…shaking my ass…all over the stage.” His calf muscles ached as his sneakers pounded the pavement. Bacon, egg, and cheese had been a very delicious alternative, and he opted out for this self-inflicted torture? “I play guitar…and sing…doesn’t require…cardio.” He mopped his face with the edge of the t-shirt. “How the hell…are you…able to do this? I don’t think…your boy…friend is…keeping you…up late…enough.”

Croaking out those last words nearly killed him, for multiple reasons.

“You should really consider traveling with an oxygen mask.” She flipped around, giving him a glimpse of her shapely backside, just about the only thing keeping him going. “And, just so you know, he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Not your…boy—“ A sharp pain shot through his foot, stopping him mid-stride. “Ahh!” His body rocketed forward, arms flailing, sending him to the pebbly concrete lot with nothing to cushion the blow except his pride.

Thump!

“Holy crap, are you okay?” Sara fell to the ground where he was writhing in agony, bits of pebble mashed into his skin. “Where does it hurt?”

He let out a loud groan and fell backward. “Fuck. Everywhere!”

“Do you think anything’s broken?” Her hand squeezed his and for the briefest of seconds, the presence of his very intense pain faded, replaced by Sara’s compassion, worry, and genuine concern. Somebody actually cared. That hadn’t happened in…shit, long enough that he couldn’t pinpoint an amount of time. It felt nice. Until the agony crashed over him again like a tsunami.

Sitting up was a struggle, but dammit, he was already hovering on the brink of being a complete and total pansy ass. Ignore the pain. Find out what happened with the boyfriend. Even a fall like that couldn’t quell his curiosity. He had to know, even if he was going to be in traction and unable to do anything about it for the foreseeable future.

“Am I allowed to ask what happened?”

A look of shock flitted across Sara’s face, quickly followed by a snicker. “Wow. Your focus is impressive, even with four potentially broken limbs.” Her playful tone couldn’t mask her nerves, though. She toyed with her ponytail again, normally bright green eyes darkening. “I walked in to find Laney riding him like she was competing for the Triple Crown.”

“Horse racing fan?”

“Yeah, we have a horse farm back home. Raised several thoroughbreds. I always loved to ride.” She averted her eyes, but not before he caught a glimpse of what she’d been trying to shield.

“Where’s home?”

“Minnesota.” She sat back on her heels, eyes still guarded. Conversation over. “So, what do you think? Are you able to hoof it back to the buses?”

“Eli is a fucking idiot.”

A slow smile brightened her flushed face. “Agreed.” She held out a hand. “Come on, let’s see if those legs still work.”

“Are you gonna carry me if they don’t?”

“You don’t pay me enough.”

Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself to his feet. “Christ, I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train.”

Sara snaked an arm around his waist, hoisting him against her. “Take it slow, okay? You said you liked that.”

The scent of citrus wafted into the air between them. So delicious, like a fruit salad. How could she still smell so good after that run? “Yeah...I figured you’d use that against me soon enough.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Looks like we have lots of time to kill before we make it back to camp. Shoot.”

“What happened last night? Who was the guy?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ How the hell did she even know?

”I’m sure your little groupies love the coy act, but I’ll pass.” She cocked an eyebrow. “Daxton, I’m part of your PR team. It’s my job to know everything that goes on during this tour. Sean from security told me someone approached you. I can’t do damage control without all the facts. Who was he, and what did he want? Or, maybe a better question might be what does he know?”

His face twisted into a grimace with each step. The buses weren’t even in sight. With any luck, they’d make it back by lunchtime. “You ever feel like you’re suffocating? That there’s air all around, but you just can’t breathe it in? Like your body resists what it needs to survive, and you feel like you’re constantly drowning? That’s how I feel most of the time. The air, everything around me – what people see, what they want to believe, judgments they make based on half-truths – it’s all toxic. Better not to inhale. The lesser of two evils, but either way, I’m fucked.”

She nodded, her hair tickling his shoulder. “I do know what you mean.” Her voice was soft, sad. There was something beneath that snarky exterior, something he was desperate to uncover, but her demeanor begged him not to press.

They walked for a few silent minutes that seemed to stretch into hours. He clenched and unclenched his fists as waves of pain assaulted his ankle. “Shit, that hurts.”

“I don’t think you should push it. Let me call Merrick.“

“No.” He stopped, teetering on one leg. “Please. Not yet. Can we just sit down for a minute?”

“Of course.” She eased him to the ground and sank onto the pavement. “Is there anything I can—?”

“The guy from last night said he knew my mother.” Daxton held his head, expelling a deep breath. “She disappeared after my brother died last year, without a trace. Without a warning. One day, she was there; the next, gone. With her clothes, car, jewelry. Everything…gone. My dad made a half-hearted attempt to find her, but I was too angry to try. I’d just lost my best friend, and my mother picked that time to bail. We should have been there for each other, but she didn’t care enough to even say goodbye.”

“I’m so sorry.” Sara grasped his hand. Her skin was so soft against his calloused fingers. It was an occupational hazard for a guitarist.

“I don’t want to have anything to do with her. She abandoned her family. Things between her and my dad were never great, but what the hell did I ever do to her?”

“So you had security get rid of him.”
“People always have an angle, Sara.” He raised his eyes to see the empathy reflected in her gaze. “I can’t trust anyone because everyone has an agenda. They want to know what I can do for them, how much I’ll pay to keep something from happening, what they can hold over my head in exchange for things they want. Even if this guy is telling the truth, I’m not willing to listen because nothing comes without a high price tag. Toxic. But the problem is, even though my body tries to protect me by resisting the urge to inhale the poison around me, I want to live, to be whole again, free from all this useless anger and resentment. I need to breathe.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I just can’t remember how.”


Review by Gia:
I started reading Plowed through the author's weekly email.  I really enjoyed the story but I found it hard to wait and read a chapter each week so I was super excited when I found out the story was being published.   Plowed is a good story.   Daxton is the lead signer of Jimmy Sixx.  He's cocky but super sexy.  Sara has lived a pretty much straight and narrow life.  She's escaping things at home and has taking a job as the junior publicist for Jimmy Sixx.  Daxton and Sara literally run into to each other the first time they meet.  I loved the way they first met.  Sara and Daxton don't instantly hit it off but they grow on each other.  As the story moves on we learn more about Daxton's past and Sara's past.   There is a lot more goign on with them then I thought.  There are a few surprising moments that kept me turning the pages because I had to know what happened next.  
4 Amazeballs Stars!! 


KRISTEN LUCIANI

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging necklines and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. No pun intended…
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