29 October 2015

Halloween Give-a-way...Release day for Unbroken (Forgotten Rebels MC)

Way back in the stone ages (AKA: my twenties), my then-husband wanted a Harley.  He began growing a goatee and quizzing me on the differences between a Panhead, a Shovelhead, and an Evolution.  We bought a Harley Sportster and painted it cherry red.  I wore a helmet and jacket with red flames and he made the unfortunate mistake of wearing a head bandana with tomatoes on it.  Guess what his riding name became?

We had a local hillbilly bar that served free lunch on Sunday.  I’m talking corn beef and sauerkraut, fried chicken, or beef stew.  It was a weekly tradition with us and our little riding community.  One Sunday, as we’re sitting around enjoying free food and pitchers of beer, in walks a group of tatted up men and women, wearing denim vests.  My husband and his friends froze, leaned over to us and told us to get up and get the hell out of the bar. Quickly.

The Pagans had just walked in. 

I didn’t know the Pagans from Adam and only later did I learn they were an outlaw biker gang, as notorious as the Hells Angels.  And little did I suspect that I would draw upon that experience as I decided to write motorcycle club romance.

Where did the inspiration for Unbroken come from?
I loved the television show Stalkers, which unfortunately lasted only one season.  It always made me think about these stories you would hear in the news that always seemed like they were too unbelievable to be true, but somehow they really were, which is what made them terrifying.  I wondered what lengths I would do to stay safe from someone threatening, and thus, Piper was born.
Tell us something about the novel that doesn’t appear on the blurb or the excerpt.
The original name for this series was going to be Stalkers, because I wanted to create my own version of the show.  But after talking it over with my editor, we switched it to Forgotten Rebels MC, because I do plan for other stories in this world.   The next book will feature Wick and Abbott’s story.

Please share an excerpt from your book that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper.
“Piper stared up at the tall walls, a virtual fortress behind concrete and barbed wire.  A small sign declaring the building was property of the Forgotten Rebels Motorcycle Club let her know she was at the right place.  She wasnt sure if the people inside thought the zombie apocalypse was going to happen, but if she could get behind the fortification she knew shed be safe.”
…I think all of us, at one time or another, wants to feel safe. For Piper, her safe house is actually the club’s house, behind fortified walls that would keep out any and all bad guys. 

What is the signature song for Unbroken?
“Unbroken” by Demi Lovato.  The lyrics really defined who Piper was. 

Locked up tight
Like I would never feel again
Stuck in some kind of love prison
And threw away the key, oh, oh
Terrified until I stared into your eyes
Made me start to realize
The possibilities

No need for me to run, run, run
You're making me believe in everything
No need to go and hide, hide, hide
Gonna give you every little piece of me

I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken
I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken

The afternoon flew by and she knew the men in the church had to be getting hungry, so she went into the kitchen and began organizing food into sandwiches.  It was something shed done a hundred times before.  After the platter was finished, she sent a quick text to Wick.  He replied almost immediately that it was okay for her to enter with the food.
            Picking up the platter, she carried it to the church door and one of the men let her in.  Wick smiled his appreciation when he saw the pile of food shed made.  She quickly set it down and made a beeline for the door, knowing to get out as soon as possible.
            Wait, came a deep voice.  I thought I met all the club girls.
Piper halted and glanced over to the opposite end of the table.  Her gaze met a pair of eyes so green it made her think of emeralds.  They were framed with the type of dark lashes that women would kill to have.  His black hair flopped a little over his forehead and scruff outlined a strong jaw.   Next to his left eye was a small tattoo, a black diamond.  The man was big, muscular, and he stared at her like he wanted to devour her.  Butterflies swarmed through her belly and her mouth went dry.  She tried to wet her lips with her tongue but didnt have enough saliva to do the job. 
Shes not club pussy, Kix, Wick said evenly. 
Kix flicked his gaze toward her brother.  Is she your old lady?
Wick shook his head.  My sister.
Kix visibly relaxed.  I see.  He looked at her once more.  Whats your name?
Im Sissy, Piper said.  I take care of the house.
Sissy, he repeated, then frowned.  That name doesnt seem to suit you.
She cleared her throat.  Its what Im called.
And were all called something, arent we, sweetheart?     
The men of The White Death chuckled and Sissy pulled her gaze away from Kix to look at the newcomers.  Parky had been correct.  Each man was gorgeous, a far cry from the current Rebels stock.  The Brothers might be family, but some of them had a face only a mother could love.
Whose old lady are you? Kix asked.
She lifted her chin.  Im no ones old lady.
He gave a wicked little grin.  Good, he murmured. 

****To celebrate the release of Unbroken (Forgotten Rebels MC #1), which coincides with Halloween, I am giving away this amazing Walking Dead give-a-way!  Who doesn’t love a little Darryl Dixon?  To enter, leave a comment from 10/29 to 10/31!  One winner will be chosen at random on Nov. 1st!

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10 October 2015

Welcome Ravenna Tate & her new release The Weathermen 4!

***Congrats to Michaela Duarte for winning my blog hop in celebration of Evernight's 5th Birthday!

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Reporter Julianne Wallis hasn’t stopped thinking about Kane Bannerman since she seduced him to get a story five years ago. Now she’s back for a second story, but this time she wants more than sex from Kane. She wants the secret he is hiding.

Kane is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth.

They call themselves the Weathermen…

Kane teased her pussy lips with feathery touches from both his fingers and his tongue until she was out of her mind with need. She writhed on the bed and whimpered, but he didn’t do so much as spread her pussy lips or touch her clit. She couldn’t take it any longer. “Please, Kane. Please!”

He lifted his head and grinned, and she let out a cry of frustration. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Julianne.”

“Oh my God, seriously? Fuck me. Lick me. Suck me. Shove your fingers inside me. Anything!” 

“What will you give me in return?”

“What?” She was hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation. Was the man even human?

“I asked what you’ll give me in return. I’ve given you two stories, and you’re naked with your wrists tied together. What do I get out of this?”

“A naked woman tied up in your bed.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough. If I do what you want, what will you do for me?”

She narrowed her eyes as shivers ran up and down her spine. Decadent images raced through her mind. Exactly how kinky was Kane Bannerman? “What do you want?”

He brushed a hand up one thigh and down the other, and Julianne couldn’t stop the moan in time. The smug grin he gave her should have angered her, but all it did was fuel her excitement. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“Yes!” He was torturing her with the mere promise of sex.

Kane flipped her onto her stomach before she could do more than let out a breath. He caressed her ass cheeks, and then he smacked each one, hard. “This is what I want. You, over my knee, taking a good, old-fashioned spanking because you are such a damn brat, Julianne. When my hand gets tired, I have a paddle to use on your lovely round ass.”

He covered her body with his and turned her face sideways toward his. She had to struggle to take a full breath because she was so aroused she could barely think. His beautiful eyes blazed with desire. “After I spank you and paddle you hard enough to thoroughly punish you for what you’ve done to me, I will fuck you. I will fuck you hard and rough. I will fuck your pussy, your delectable mouth, and your very pretty ass.”

Kane kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth, but just as quickly released it, leaving her wanting so much more. “That’s what I want. Your move, gorgeous.”

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