Hello Paige! Thank
you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! It’s such a pleasure to chat with you. So tell me…
Q) How did you dream
up the dynamics of your characters?
My husband was a HUGE Sons of Anarchy fan, but I just
couldn’t get into the show that much. I hated the way they treated the women
they supposedly loved. So I wanted a biker who, while not an angel by any
means, was willing to pay the ultimate price for doing the right thing. And of
course he falls in love along the way. Adalia was little harder. She’d suffered
this horrible trauma, then lost the only family she knew. And yet, she still
landed on her feet and thrived in her new environment. And despite their big
age gap, she fell in love with her rescuer.
Q) Is this book part
of a series? If so, can you tell us
about it?
Badger is part of a multi-authors series called Roosters,
but the books don’t have a connecting storyline, more like a connecting genre
and theme. All of the Roosters books are Contemporary Romance with arrogant,
alpha heroes who are used to getting what they want. I’ve talked a little with
my publisher about making Badger a lead into a new MC series, but there’s
nothing concrete just yet.
Q) What do you think is your strongest factor as a writer? …what is your weakest factor as a writer?
My strongest
factor is probably also my weakest. I’m a perfectionist. While that means I
don’t really have a “rough” draft, it means it sometimes takes me too long to
write a scene because it has to be just right before I can move on. That being
said, when everything has clicked into place in my head, I type really fast
(around 120+wpm) so I can write 1,000 words in about 10-15 minutes when I know
exactly where the story is taking me. I don’t plot though, so I pretty much
just wing it.
I usually get a mocha from either McDonald’s or Starbucks,
and then I either listen to one of my playlists on Amazon, or I pick a movie
that I’ve seen so many times it just becomes background noise. Although, I’ve
been told I sometimes sing when I listen to my music. The weird part is that I
can manage to sing a song I’m listening to, and still type whatever is supposed
to go on the page. My brain is apparently not quite right LOL
Sometimes the little things work their way in (maybe something I witness
while I’m out with my family), and other times a piece of my past will show up,
or at least inspire a scene or two.
BLURB
Badger
– I went to prison for ten years
after beating a man to death. He deserved it, and then some. I only wish he’d
suffered more. Now I’m free, but things aren’t the same as when I left. The
little girl I once saved is now a tempting young woman with curves in all the
right places. I should stay away, far away, but I’m drawn to her like a moth to
a flame. The Pres of my club adopted her, so she’s definitely a no-fly zone,
but fuck if I don’t want her with every breath I take. A little sample wouldn’t
hurt anyone, right? As long as Griz doesn’t find out, I’ll keep breathing.
Sneaking around should be easy enough. I never counted on falling for her, or
finding out she was carrying my kid. Now what the fuck am I supposed
to do? I’m a long-time repeat offender. I can’t walk the straight and narrow.
Can I?
Adalia – I’ve worshiped Badger ever since
the night he saved me. But what started as a young girl’s infatuation has grown
into something more. I know he’ll never see me that way, or at least I thought
he wouldn’t. When we’re together, it’s like we just can’t keep our hands off
each other. It’s probably against his parole for us to be together, but he
doesn’t seem to care. The heat between us is undeniable. He didn’t promise me
forever, just right now. But neither of us counted on me getting pregnant, something
that wasn’t supposed to happen too easily, and I have no freakin’ clue what to
do. I’m scared Badger will run for the hills. He never asked for this, but then
neither did I. One thing is for certain. If he doesn’t man up and my daddy
finds out, there will be hell to pay.
No one can hide from the President of the
Devil’s Fury MC.
Roosters is a multi-author series of
stand-alone stories released by Changeling Press. Each book contains an
arrogant, alpha hero in a contemporary romance setting. While Badger is an MC
romance, not all of the Roosters books fall under this theme. You can find
the other Roosters books by clicking here.
This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language
which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young
audience.
EXCERPT
The trip back to Blackwood Falls took too
fucking long, and I was feeling anxious. It had been a long damn time since I’d
been in a vehicle, and I’d much rather have spent the hour-long ride on my
Harley. Soon enough, I’d take it out on the open road, and just let the tension
melt away. The only thing sweeter than a ride on my bike was being between a
woman’s thighs.
As Demon stopped outside the clubhouse, he
tensed and turned to face me. I had no idea what was going to come out of his
mouth, but something told me it wasn’t anything I wanted to hear.
“There’s something you need to know,”
Demon said.
“Anyone die while I was gone?”
“No. It’s about Adalia.”
My breath froze in my lungs as I pictured
her wide blue eyes as they’d stared at me in terror. I’d found her in an alley,
her clothes torn, and some asshole raping her. I’d seen her around town, knew
she was only thirteen, just a kid. Something inside me had snapped, and I’d
beat the fuck out of that asshole. Beat him to death. I didn’t regret what I’d
done, only wished I’d gotten there sooner. Adalia had watched as I killed that
man, and she hadn’t uttered a word the entire time. Not even when I took her to
the hospital to be checked out. I’d known it wouldn’t end well for me, but my
first priority had been the girl. Anyone else might have gotten off with a
lighter sentence, seeing as how I’d been protecting her. But a guy like me with
priors? I hadn’t had a prayer. Ten years to give her the peace of mind that the
asshole who had touched her was six feet under? Yeah, it was a trade
I’d been willing to make. I’d made it then, and even knowing I’d get
time, I’d do it again in a second.
I might be an asshole biker with a rap
sheet, but there were some things that even I wouldn’t tolerate. Rape was one
of them. Anyone harming a kid was another, and that dickweed had done both. As
far as I was concerned, the world was a better place without him in it.
“What about her?” I asked.
She’d be twenty-three now. Probably had a
steady job, a nice boyfriend. At least, I hoped that’s how her life had turned
out. But the way Demon had said her name… had something happened to her while I
was gone? Had some other asshole tried to hurt her, and I hadn’t been around to
save her this time? My gut clenched just thinking anything bad had happened to
her. She’d been such a sweetheart the few times I’d been around her, always a
little on the quiet side.
“She’s here,” Demon said quietly.
My heart started pounding, and I flung
open the truck door, then reached for my cut and shrugged it on. I slammed the
door shut and stomped up the clubhouse steps before going inside. There were
balloons and shit everywhere, and the roar of welcome as I stepped inside was
near deafening. But as I scanned the crowd, it wasn’t my brothers I was taking
in… No, I was looking for her. I didn’t know what she looked like anymore, only
remembered her as a teenage girl. She’d been terrified the last time I’d seen
her. I didn’t know why she was here, but I had to see her, to know that she was
okay. I’d thought about her every fucking day that I was inside, hoping she’d
been able to get past what happened to her, had gone on to live a good life.
I’d thought about writing her once, just to check on her, but had decided it
was best if I kept away. She didn’t need any reminders from me about what had
happened to her.
My brothers hugged me, slapped me on the
back, and slowly they all parted. At the back of the room stood a pixie of a
woman, long blonde hair curling over her shoulders, and a body made
for sinning. It was her eyes that nailed my feet to the floor. Blue. And
achingly familiar. My gaze traced her features, trying to find the little girl
I’d tried to save. I didn’t see even a hint of the terrified teen I’d carried
out of that alley. Her features were delicate, much like the rest of her. She
had curves in all the right places, and would likely be more than a handful for
some men, but I’d be willing to bet she wouldn’t even reach my shoulder. Tiny.
Almost like a little fairy. Slowly, Adalia walked toward me, her hips swaying
with every step. Yeah, she’d grown up while I was gone, and I’d be willing to
bet men fell to their knees to worship at her feet. She looked like one of
those plus-sized models, but in a shorter package.
She didn’t even hesitate when she reached
me, just put her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. My arms closed
around her, pulling her curves against me, and I breathed in her honeysuckle
scent. Closing my eyes, I just drank in the moment. She was here. She
was safe. And she felt a little too damn good pressed against me. The way my
jeans tightened made me want to put some distance between us. I tried like hell
to keep the image of her as a thirteen-year-old girl in my mind, hoping my body
would stop reacting to the woman she’d grown into, but no such luck. The
breasts pressing against me were more than a handful and far too fucking
tempting, as was the rest of her.
“I’m glad you’re home,” she said, her
voice soft and husky.
“It’s good to see you, pretty girl. Not a
day went by that I didn’t think about you.”
“I tried to come see you a few
times, but they always said you weren’t allowed visitors.”
I pulled away and smiled down at her. “I
had a tendency to get into trouble inside. But now I’m glad you didn’t get any
farther than the gates. Prison is no place for an angel like you.”
Her cheeks flushed and she smiled a
little. “Welcome home, Badger.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Paige Warren
Award-winning author Paige Warren spends
her days weaving tales about alpha males and the women who love them. There's
nothing hotter than a man in tight Wranglers, dog tags (especially if he’s ONLY
wearing dog tags!), or bad boys covered in ink. When Paige isn’t creating
romantic tales, she enjoys reading and watching movies – romances, of course.
If you see her out in the wild, you’ll most likely find her at Starbucks,
sipping a white mocha with a distant look in her eyes as she figures out the
right wording for the next scene in her latest book.
Harley Wylde
Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley's other half
would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books.
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex,
commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk
dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right
place.
Harley is the bestselling author of the
Dixie Reapers MC series. You can find her at harleywylde.com!
Badger (Roosters
series) by Paige Warren & Harley Wylde
Twitter:
@HarleyW_Writer @AuthorPaigeW @changelingpress
Keywords: MC Romance,
Biker Romance, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, New Adult, Older Hero,
ExCon Romance
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