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BBB BLAST: The Lovers Duet & Rough Riders Series by Selene Chardou (18+ ONLY)

Out From Under

(The Lovers Duet #1)

Paperback, First, 350 pages

Published
July 31st 2013
by Midnight Engel Press, LLC 
 Trista Lennon is strong,
independent and only desires freedom. Freedom from the control of her
parents, freedom from the motorcycle gangs she has had to put up with
her whole life and freedom from a relationship that will trap her into
the very life she has no wish to ever live.

The day before she’s
supposed to leave for Stanford University to pursue her dreams, her
world is shattered. After a tragedy that tears her family apart, Trey,
her cousin, Talia, invites her to L.A. Her life is all the sudden
Hollywood stars and sunshine, late nights and wild parties.

And then she meets him.

Linx
Carter isn’t looking for a relationship. He survived a dysfunctional
marriage with his childhood sweetheart, which produced two sons, an
inability to trust women and a multitude of lies. He merely wants to
recuperate from a rough, six month tour Winter’s Regret just completed
with superstar band, Scarlet Fever, and enjoy a little peace and quiet.

Until he sees her.

Trista and Linx fight their attraction for one another like war on a battlefield.

She
has a closetful of secrets and he would rather be single and pathetic
than date a teenage girl who seems older than her years. However the
passion between them is too much to resist and they realize in order to
heal one another, they must destroy the walls they have constructed so
tightly around their hearts.

COVER TALK
I am a visual person and the reason why I
worked closely with my cover artist on this particular cover was because I
wanted to convey two different characters and worlds colliding.
The woodsy background is very symbolic and
important because the lead female character, Trista Lennon, grew up in the
small town of Pine Bluff, Nevada, which is controlled by the Demon’s Bastards
MC. Her oldest brother, Trey Lennon, is also a member of the outlaw Bastards
charter club.
Linx Carter, the lead male character, is a
bassist for Winter’s Regret, a very successful hard rock band, and the reason
why he doesn’t face the camera was symbolic and important too. He always wants
to go unnoticed even if he is covered by tats and fly underneath the radar.
The directness you see in Trista’s eyes is
very symbolic of her character too. She faces everything head first and
sometimes she speaks before she should but she is direct, very in your face and
not scared of much but having a brother who is an MC member, I think her character
act’s appropriate for what she has grown up around.
The cover is understated and very much
opposite of the novel, which starts like a slow burn and then everything
converges and the reader is taken on a wild ride they are not bound to forget
any time soon.
I don’t consider this a woman’s novel at all.
I think guys would definitely enjoy it too since the story is told from both of
their point of views, which are very different from one another.
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In Too Deep

(The Lovers Duet #2)

Paperback, First, 360 pages


Published
October 7th 2013
by Midnight Engel Press, LLC 
 In too fast…

Trista
Lennon-Carter received a phone call that will change her tranquil life
with her husband, rock star Linx Carter, in the blink of an eye. All she
knows is her brother, Trey, is either dead or being held against his
will in Northern Ireland and despite him being the Demon’s Bastards’
Sergeant-at-Arms, he needs her help.

In too far…

To save
Trey, Trista will have to take Linx back to the very place she grew up
and the same place she’s wanted to escape from her entire life. She will
also have to involve the very Motorcycle clubs she has no wish to deal
with ever again. When it is a life or death situation, she would do
anything to save the only family she has left.

In too deep…

The
club life has become ingrained in Trista like a tattoo and to save her
brother, she will be forced to become the person she most feared was a
part of her all along: a vengeful, fearless murderer who will stop at
nothing to save Trey. With her life and that of her husband’s at stake,
will she survive the nightmare their world has become, or will it drag
them back into the criminal cesspool she has finally managed to escape?

The
stunning conclusion to The Lovers Duet, Trista and Linx’s journey will
be one of strife, hardship and beyond the boundaries of anything they
have ever had to face before. Will they be able to endure or will the
past and their current present ruin their future happy ever after?

EXCERPT

“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Trista
screamed.
She looked like a wild yet
untamed filly with sweat-soaked hair, crazed blue eyes and a crimson colored
complexion. She was beyond pissed and Linx didn’t have a clue how to calm her
down, especially since she was speaking to his Prez and there wasn’t much he
could say without getting a personal beat down of his own from his fellow
members.
“Listen to me, young lass,
because I will only take insubordination for so long before I rip you a new
asshole.” Dizzy stood and glared down at the young woman and Linx visibly
flinched.
He’d always hated the
feeling of being helpless and right now, there was fuck all he could do about
the present situation.
They’d accompanied Naomi to
the gun range and although Trista could hold her own with small caliber
weapons, she was useless when it came to the big guns. Uzis, Steyr AUGs and
AK-47s were not easily controlled and she fucked up royally, even after
instruction by Naomi. She wouldn’t be allowed to make the trip to Belfast.
“You will stay here where
you are safe. This is a dangerous operation.” Dizzy walked over and poured
himself a healthy glass of Macallan before he sat down at the head the table in
the chapel again. “Ronan, Quinn and Lennon will be in Belfast to do a messy
job. In and out…Trey is alive and we have to get him out of Northern Ireland as
soon as possible. You don’t need to be there if all you’re gonna be is dead
weight, lass. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.”
“But he’s my brother and I
want to see him. I want to be there when he’s rescued.” The tears streamed down
her face and although her shoulders slumped in defeat, there was a certain
defiance about her posture he knew she wasn’t ready to give up just yet, not
even if there was a slither of a chance she could go and help save her brother.
“The answer is still no and
it won’t change. You have got to stay here where we can keep you safe. The boys
leave tomorrow morning so it’s best if you just get drunk with the rest of
those eejits out there and fuck your man until he can’t get his pecker up again
because it’s the last bit of Irish injection you’re gonna be havin’ in youse
for a while.”
Linx grabbed Trista by the
shoulders and escorted her out of Dizzy’s office while she sobbed on his
shoulder.
“Baby, you know I’m gonna
bring Trey home for you so please don’t cry. That will get us nowhere and we
both know I’m on borrowed time as it is. I have two weeks to get this done and
almost one week has passed already.”
Trista’s shoulders heaved
before they collapsed and she wiped the tears away in complete and utter
gut-wrenching frustration with hands that clawed at her gorgeous face. “It
still doesn’t make a fuck all bit of difference. Dizzy tricked me—he fuckin’
played us, Linx. He had no intention of allowin’ me to go to Ireland with you
guys. He never wanted me involved in the first place because he’s a sexist
fuckin’ prick.”
Linx kissed the side of
Trista’s forehead and held her close, inhaling a mixture of vanilla and freesia.
“Yeah, he’s that too, but I can’t say I’m sorry you’re not goin’. I would be
worried about you the whole time and if I’m too busy thinkin’ about you, I
can’t do my job properly. There’s nothing wrong with you stayin’ here at the
clubhouse until I get back. You’re safer here than any other place, you feel
me?”
“Yeah, I’m feelin’ you all
right but first I need some chronic and a couple glasses of Macallan. Someone
has got to be holdin’ some grade-A shit around here and I’m not givin’ up till
I find it.”
“Follow me.” Linx grabbed
her hand and led her to a game room where a fifty-inch television was mounted
to the wall and several of the brothers from the club played Mine Craft while
other young couples necked, smoked and drank while chatting animatedly with one
another.
“Trista, Linx—over here!”
Naomi shouted as Ronan rolled his eyes. Quinn sat next to a gorgeous brunette
with creamy skin, wide steel blue eyes and small Irish features. They all
passed around joints and while the two women held bottles of Bud Ice, the guys
were taking shots from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Cillian and Gisela entered
and took a seat cater-corner to them next to a couple that were all over each
other to the point where it might have been a good idea for them to get a room.
“Hey, you two—cut that shit
out. Some of us wanna keep our liquor down.” Cillian slapped the girl on her
arm and she finally separated from the man she was pawing.
Linx poured himself a shot
of Jack Daniels and took a shot while Naomi lit up a joint for Trista. He
looked up and recognized the young woman as Maeve “Misty” Cox, the only girl in
a family full of boys and the guy she was with as someone who shouldn’t have
been there.
“What. The. Fuck.” Trista
grabbed Linx’s wrist as her face turned a fierce crimson and her blue eyes
slowly grew colder than an Eskimo’s dick. “That
motherfucker.”
Linx knew it was too late.
It was on and he could only hope he could keep her calm enough not to blow his
cover because one way or another, the man in question was going to get an
earful.
Naomi looked from Trista to
Linx and back again, her brown eyes wide with concern. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck is a Demon’s
Bastard doing in a Lucifer Saints clubhouse during lockdown?”
All the sudden, every pair
of eyes in their vicinity were on the two of them and Linx could only hope the
blowback his wife was about to cause wouldn’t be enough to do major damage the
night before he had to leave for Northern Ireland.

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Elle Chardou is a world traveler and author of several different series.

Ms.
Chardou is the author of The Ties That Bind Trilogy, The Atonement
Series, The Hart Family Saga, The Vamp Saga, The Supernaturals,
Undertow, and Beginnings: Book I (The Plague) series.

She is
currently working on A Summer to Remember from the brand new Seasons of
Love & Lust series, Only Love (The Atonement Series) and Queen of
the Immortals from The Vamp Saga series.

Ms. Chardou has lived
abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San
Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas,
Nevada.

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Spotlight: The Forgotten Ones by Laura Howard

Title: The Forgotten Ones
Author: Laura Howard
Genre: New Adult Fantasy
Series: The Danaan Trilogy #1
Published: April 28, 2013

Allison O’Malley’s plan is to go to grad school so she can get a good job and take care of her schizophrenic mother. She has carefully closed herself off from everything else, including a relationship with Ethan, who she’s been in love with for as long as she can remember.

What is definitely not part of the plan is the return of her long-lost father, who claims he can bring Allison’s mother back from the dark place her mind has gone. Allison doesn’t trust her father, so why would she believe his stories about a long forgotten Irish people, the Tuatha de Danaan? But truths have a way of revealing themselves. Secrets will eventually surface. And Allison must learn to set aside her plan and work with her father if there is even a small chance it could restore her mother’s sanity.

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Laura Howard lives in New Hampshire with her husband and four children. Her obsession with books began at the age of 6 when she got her first library card. Nancy Drew, Sweet Valley High and other girly novels were routinely devoured in single sittings. Books took a backseat to diapers when she had her first child. It wasn’t until the release of a little novel called Twilight, 8 years later, that she rediscovered her love of fiction. Soon after, her own characters began to make themselves known. The Forgotten Ones is her first published novel.

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Teaser from Shadowing Me (Unedited)
 

A
look into Chapter One

Subject
to change as rewrites may happen.

Chapter One

I slam harder into this nameless face’s mouth, willing
and begging her to gag on my cock. I need to inflict some pain. It’s true I’m a
sadist. Not a sick ass sadist. I just need to cause a little pain in order to
cum. I don’t have a fucked up tragic past that makes me the way I am. I just
need it to release. Regular fucking doesn’t do it for me. I found that out when
I was fifteen and I wrapped my arm around my girlfriend’s neck, choking her as
we both came. She was shocked, yet she didn’t run away. She simply got dressed,
hopped on over to her piece of shit computer, and waited for the slowass
internet to dial up. She then Googled my need to choke her to cum. We
researched for hours upon hours until we figured it out. I was indeed a motherfucking
sadist. She was my best friend and gently let me down, telling me she could no
longer see me. That shit broke my heart. We had been fucking one another since
the age of thirteen, and when I choked her, I knew it scared the living shit
outta her. Who could blame her? I sure the fuck couldn’t. Once I figured out
that was exactly what I needed to get off, I started seeking out older women. Women
that knew what I needed. I’ve fucked and hurt countless women, and they enjoyed
that shit. See, this bitch that has my cock in her mouth right now just isn’t
doing it for me. I shove away from her and start cursing at her for being in a
club she doesn’t understand. Everyone knows what I need here. 

Dammit.

She cries that she doesn’t understand, and I zip my pants,
pat her gently on the shoulder, and tell her to do some research. I’m clearly
not in the mood to try again with another nameless cunt so I say my goodbyes to
my best friend. He happens to own this club, and my President and his wife are
about to take it out and he has no fuckin’ clue. As I walk out and the fresh
air hits my face, I breathe it in deep, welcoming the feeling into my lungs. I
felt like I was suffocating in there. There isn’t anything worse than being
tortured by your own fuckin’ downfall. I straddle my bike, start her up, and
head to the clubhouse, praying I don’t run into Tatiana. I want that girl bad,
so fucking bad, but not even she can get my dick hard unless I think about
tying her up and putting some welts to her. I just know she’s waiting for me. Something
in my bones can feel it when I pull into the clubhouse parking lot. I light up
a joint and make my way to the building. As soon as I open the door, walk
through the hall, and start taking the steps up to my new room… I get the scent
of sex. I fling open my door and the doobie falls outta my mouth, hitting my
new carpet. I can’t even think about Winter kicking my ass for burning a hole
in my new carpet because the beautiful, sexy, young Tatiana is naked on my bed.
I kick the door shut and stomp on my joint as I watch the show she’s putting on
for me. Her small delicate fingers work her clit around and around as her eyes
stare directly into mine. Her breathing is heavy and by her smell, I know she’s
about to cum. She’s about to cum so hard, but what throws me off is my dick
starts twitching in my jeans and that snaps me outta my Tatiana induced coma.

“T… whatcha doing’ here darlin?” I laugh, barely making
it seem as if she’s affected me.

She grins at me. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and I
know she’s up to no good. I know Tatiana so well; I just know my bitch is
trying to make a point.

“Oh, Shadow baby, I’m about to cum so hard. That’s what
I’m doing’ here.” She answers, her breath ragged, full of sex.

I watch. Fuck do I watch. I’ve wanted this girl since I
watched her plop down on the couch in the old clubhouse and eye fuck me like no
one’s business.

“Say… T… darlin’,” she begs.

I grin and push my shades up to the top of my head and
cross my arms. She wants to play games. I’ll play.

“T… darlin’,” I breathe out huskily. 

And that’s when it happens. That’s when my devilish,
curious girl let’s go, cumming all over my bed. Her chest heaves up and down
for a few moments before she stands, snatches up her dress and throws it on. I’m
still fuckin’ dazed as to why she just did this.

“Why?” I smirk.

She gracefully walks over to me, placing her hand on my half-hard
cock and murmurs into my ear. “Because now when you lie down in your bed every
night… You’re gonna think about laying with my cum. You’re gonna think about me
touching myself, and how badly you wanted to be the one to do it.”

Fuck
Me.

Stay
tuned for more info on Shadowing Me, releasing after Resenting Me.

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MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SCENE OUT OF MY SERIES SO FAR IS…
Midway through Chapter 31 and Chapter 32 in Withstanding Me.  Be advised 18 and older.
“STORM?”
Mason.
“I’m here,” I croak, my voice
hoarse. He enters the doorway and drops down in front of me. I’m gasping for
air, and he surveys the room. “Oh shit baby. You fought; you fucking fought
back.”
I nod my head yes, as I rub my
throat. “Tatiana.” I gasp and take off on my hands and knees until I can get
upright.
“MACE,” I scream out hoarsely.
Oh god, oh god.
“We’re back here,” Mace yells back.
When I stumble through the door of
the room, I stop, and Mason slams into my back.
“It’s not our blood.” Mace answers
quickly and points to the right. “It’s that motherfucker’s.”
Berry, Rap, and Winter. I take off,
bounding down the steps, one floor after another. When I hit the landing, my
ankle almost gives out as I run and bang on the bathroom door. Rap calls back that
everything is okay and I fly towards the utility closet.
“ANGEL,” Braxxon roars.
“She’s in here,” I call back as I
work to remove all the shit I threw on top of the crawl space door.
Both Mason and Braxxon run up to the
door. “Where the fuck is she?” Braxxon curses at me.
“I locked her in the damn crawl
space. She was trying to play fucking Rambo.”
Braxxon pushes me outta the way, and
when Mason picks me up by my arms, I give way and start bawling. Fuck, what a
nightmare.
“It’s okay.” Mason croons.
“No it’s not. I couldn’t figure out
the safety on Sniper’s gun,” I gasp through my tears. “I almost died. That’s
not okay.”
Mason stiffens beneath me.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”
Winter yells as Braxxon helps her outta the crawlspace. “GOING AROUND SAVING
EVERYONE BUT YOUR OWN FUCKING SELF.”
He stiffens more beneath me.
“I… I promised Mason that I wouldn’t
let anything happen to them.”
Rap and Berry come out of the
bathroom. “Storm threw us into the tub, and took off after Tatiana, Mace, and Winter.”
Mason pulls away and stares at me.
“She tried strangling the Russian
that was trying to rape me too,” says Tatiana while coming down the other side
of the hall.”
Motherfuck.
“I FUCKING PROMISED,” I scream,
jerking away from Mason and walking towards the downstairs couch.
“Storm,” Mason growls low as he sits
beside me. “What are they talking about?”
“Don’t ask me to make promises, and
then not expect me not to fulfill them, Mason,” I say while rubbing at my neck.
I lift my fingers and see blood.
Hearing the sirens, I cringe. Fuck,
all this, and now the cops?
“What did I fuckin’ tell you about
your life meaning just as much as theirs?”
I look into his brown eyes and say.
“They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”
He flinches. “You’re important to me
too Storm, not just them.”
I say nothing. I just blink and lay
my head back. I’m too emotional to be sharing feelings right now.
“Wait. Where’s Piper?” I fling
myself up.
Mason puts his hand on my chest.
“She’s fine. Sniper found her hiding in one of the cars.”
I let out a breath before realizing
two other people are missing. “Bom-Bom? Creamy?”
Shadow snorts. “Those bitches took
off.”
Good for them.
“I’m so fuckin’ pissed at you,”
Winter hisses behind me.
“Get over it. Your ass is pregnant.”
I’m tired of this shit.
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. ALL OF YOU.
SEND THE FUCKING COPS TO MY ROOM.”
And I walk my pissed off ass up the
stairs to my room.
***
 Chapter 32
ZZ’s POV
The following afternoon…
I’ve left Storm alone. She needs
time. I think. But I gave her last night after the cops and coroner left; I
also gave her this morning. If she wasn’t hurting and pissed off at everyone,
we’d be celebrating the fact we had no casualties for the first time. This
woman put her life on the line for my entire family. Not once thinking about
herself. That is straight up fucking love. I knock on her door, and push it
open when I hear her sniffling.
“I’m not mad at you ZZ; you can go
away now.” She mumbles from the bed, and the breath rushes from my lungs. I
feel my heart pound fast when she calls me ZZ.
This isn’t happening. She’s not fucking
pushing my ass away now. I kick off my boots and crawl into the bed beside her.
I wrap my arms and legs around her and nuzzle my chin into the crook of her
neck. “It guts me when you call me that.”
She sniffles some more. “I don’t
know what you want from me. You ask me to protect them, and I did. Then you get
mad at me.”
Jesus Christ she’s killin me. I
loosen my hold, and rolling her onto her back, I lay on top of her. I run my
fingers through her bangs and then look down into her eyes. I try to keep my
focus off of her neck. It’ll just piss me off. “I didn’t think you would take
it that far Storm. No matter what, I always want you to take care of yourself
too. Always.” Her blue eyes blink at me.
“The Russians you went after?”
Of course, she tries changing the
subject. I don’t know what this shit is where she’s not wanting to share her
feelings now, but it’s pissing me off.
“The rest left; they’re not coming
back. Stop changin the fuckin’ subject.”
She shrugs underneath me and I slump,
placing my chin in between her tits. I’ve really got to fix this.
“I love you.”
She gasps and then starts pushing me
away.
What the fuck?
“You don’t fucking love me,” she
screams jumping up from her bed. “You don’t say shit like that.”
Jesus what did I do?
She throws a glass of pop at me,
drenching me from head to toe. What the hell?
“Storm, stop,” I say calmly as I
shrug outta my cut and fling the damn pop off.
“NO. TAKE IT BACK.”
Oh, for fucks sake.
“Not happening darlin. I love you,
plain and simple. Deal with it.”
A candle flies at my head, and I
duck. Shit, she’s on fire.
“TAKE. IT. BACK.” She seethes.
“No.”
What is this shit? I withstand her;
she withstands me? I’m sick of it.
“You only think you love me because
I keep saving our fuckin’ family.”
I start moving for her, and she
starts back away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re
doing?”
I shake my head with a laugh. “That
right there is one of the reasons I love you.”
She stops moving. “What reason?”
“Because you just called my family
yours babe. That’s one of my reasons.”
She gasps and starts backing away
again. What the fuck is this going to take?
“I love you.” I say again.
“STOP FUCKING SAYING IT.”
Oh, fuck it.
I advance on her. If I have to use force,
I will. I slam her back against the wall and cover her mouth with my hand as I
lock her between the wall and me. Her blues eyes widen with shock. “I fuckin’
love you, Storm. I fuckin’ love you hard, baby. Deal with it. I love every
single thing about you. Your tiny little figure, your black and blonde hair,
that cute little nose stud, those pouty little lips, those big blue eyes, the
way you love me, the way you love our family.
You’re not giving up. I won’t let you. You once told me that’d I fall in love,
and it would be with you. You remember that?” She nods under my hand. “You took
me, a man that didn’t do love, and you owned me Storm. You fuckin’ own me.” I
remove my hand and her body flings into mine, her hands moving quickly tugging
off my shirt. “I love you.” I need to hear her fucking say it.
“I love you, too,” she cries,
unbuckling my jeans. Thank fuck.
Our clothes fly everywhere and we
collide, gasping and pulling at one another, bare skin to bare skin. My heart’s
pounding a hundred miles an hour as I toss her onto her dresser. I smack her
thighs and dig my fingers into her skin as I drag her to the edge and ram into
her.
“FUCK.”
Her head leans against the wall
behind her, her tits bouncing as I thrust in and out of her. She looks so
fucking gorgeous with my cock buried deep. “Tell me you love me,” she moans.
SHIT.
I groan as her walls suffocate my
cock. “I love you.”
Her ankles dig into my ass, pulling
me in deeper. I look in between us and watch as her pussy sucks my cock in and
out. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My cock covered in her
juices. I pull out and drop to my knees.
“What are you—?”
Her voice muffles out as my tongue
thrusts into her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. “Ride my face, baby,” I
groan biting her clit.
“Oh god, don’t fucking stop. Don’t fucking
stop.”
Her hips start moving in a wave as I
work her with my tongue. I bring two fingers up to my mouth and suck on them. I
return my mouth to her aching pussy and round her puckering lips with my
fingers, shoving them in.
“FUCK.”
I don’t stop; I know she likes ass
play. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her as she rides my face. She
starts shaking beneath me. She’s about to come and I want to be inside her when
she does. I back up, stand, and replace my mouth with my cock, continuing to
fuck her ass with my fingers as her cunt sucks at my dick. I lean in and take
her mouth with mine. She licks and sucks her juices off my face, and her pussy
grabs ahold of me so fucking tight I can’t hold it in any longer.
“COME,” I groan into her mouth, and
she does, fuck does she. I bite her lower lip as I shoot inside of her. I
remove my fingers and drop my head to her neck, kissing it softly as we both
try to catch our breath.
After a few minutes of silence, she
finally whispers, “You really love me?”
I lean up and look at her as I ram
my limp dick inside of her playfully. “Yeah.” I say, and for the first time today,
she smiles. 


 Crystal Spears has always had a passion for literature. She fell in love
with reading at an early age. After spending a decade in business
management, she began blogging and book reviewing, only to find that
that didn’t satisfy her craving. So, she began to write. Like any Indie
out there,

she had goals and dreams. She wrote Talania – a trip down memory lane,
a beautiful, contemporary romance novel. It almost made it to the top,
just almost. Someone told Crystal to write what she knew. She gave
serious thought to that advice.

For many years, her father had been CEO of a well-known gun and surplus
store in Texas. He then bought a tattoo shop where Crystal found herself
surrounded by bikers. Hardcore bikers. The Bestselling Breakneck Series was born when Crystal decided to write what she knows. Don’t get the wrong idea. Her Breakneck series is completely fictional, but based on things seen and heard, she now had a place to start writing from that knowledge. Seize Me
was hardcore, and Crystal became the writer known as the chick with no
boundaries. She took the critics the wrong way and made her next
bestseller Withstanding Me a little tamer. Readers were quick to
point out that they did not like that and demanded that Crystal return
to gritty writing. When asked if she would write gritty from now on, her
only answer was… “I’ll write what my readers want me to write, and I’ll
also write what I feel.”

Crystal resides in Indiana with her soon-to-be husband and their two
children. They have a pit named Dozer, two fish, and one fancy rat. They
enjoy the outdoors, and camp, fish, and go boating as much as possible.
But, while the soon-to-be husband is out hunting this winter, Crystal
will be writing three novels and planning her wedding.

Crystal is a perfect example of never giving up on a dream or a goal.
Her goal was to publish a book; her dream was to become a bestseller.
She did both of these, and now, she feels that she’ll never regret
leaving business management to become a writer. She stays humble, loves
meeting new people, and is extremely excited to be a part of so many
signings in 2014 with some top notch Authors.

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Favorite Mystery Series with Female Detectives

My paranormal mystery Waking Up Dead was strongly influenced by other paranormal fiction, books by authors like Laurell K. Hamilton, Carrie Vaughn, Rachel Vincent, Patricia Briggs, and the like. But it also draws on a long line of mysteries with female detectives. Here are just a few of my favorites:

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1. Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series
One of the things I love best about this series is that the heroine, Stephanie Plum, is not some hard-boiled detective. She is, as other characters often say, a train wreck. She bumbles and she stumbles and she relies as much on luck as she does on any real detecting. She’s real and she’s funny and she is probably my favorite mystery detective ever. The first novel in this series is One For the Money.

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2. Sue Grafton’s Kinsey Millhone Alphabet Mysteries series
Grafton started this series with A is for Alibi and is now up to W is for Wasted. I find it interesting that Grafton has chosen to keep Millhone’s timeline consistent—that means that while the rest of the world is in 2013 with iPhones and the internet, Millhone is still stuck in the 80s, doing her detecting without all the gadgets she would have now!

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3. Patricia Cornwell’s Kay Scarpetta series
Scarpetta is a medical examiner, and I love the scientific elements of these novels. Although Cornwell is adept at writing comedy, these novels tend to skew more toward thriller. Postmortem is the first of these novels.

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4. Kathy Reichs’ Temperance Brennan series
This series is the basis for the television series Bones, and although the television series and the novels are very different in many ways, they are both fascinating for their look into forensic anthropology. As with Cornwell’s series, the scientific knowledge that the author brings to the books makes for fascinating—and realistic—reading. The first of these novels is Déjà Dead.

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Waking Up Dead has more paranormal elements than any of these, but it’s still firmly in the mystery genre. Check it out!

BBB Blast: Damaged Series by Bijou Hunter

 
Heir to the local
motorcycle club and crime syndicate, Cooper Johansson is accustomed to
taking what he wants. His newest conquest is college freshman Farah
Smith.

When the tattooed bad boy reminds her of a rough childhood
she desperately wishes to forget, Farah keeps him at arm’s length. Yet,
Cooper refuses to give up. He pushes her buttons, tears through her
walls, and forces her to admit her feelings for him. What begins as lust
soon builds into something more powerful than either expects.

Can the beast heal the damage inside the girl of his dreams?

***Warning:
This novel contains scenes of a sexual nature, violent themes, and
coarse language. It is intended for mature readers.

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 After he saves her from certain death, Tawny Smith falls for her knight in shining armor.

Judd
O’Keefe isn’t an easy man to love though. As an enforcer for the
Johansson family business, he hides his heart behind cold walls built
from a lifetime of pain. Yet, his angel Tawny awakens a desire in Judd
more powerful than he ever imagined possible.

Can a man with blood on his hands heal the damaged girl of his dreams?

Damaged
and the Knight is the second book in the Damaged series. It is a full
length novel with a HEA. Damaged and the Outlaw is scheduled for release
in early autumn.
***Warning: This novel contains scenes
of a sexual nature, violent themes, and coarse language. It is intended
for mature readers.

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Damaged Novella

Aaron
Barnes has found his muse in Lark Foster. However, his inspiration is
saddled with a domineering stepfamily and the lingering guilt from a
childhood loss.

Once Aaron claims his muse, Lark embraces the
fighter inside her gentle heart. When fate stands in the way of love,
the only choices are giving up or taking what your heart demands.

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After turning against
his former MC, Vaughn Majors found refuge in Ellsberg. Years later, he
remains a dead man walking, avoiding commitments and hiding his
loneliness.

Raven Hancock refuses to fall in love again. Men are
her poison and Vaughn is all kinds of bad news. He’s also the hottest,
funniest, sweetest bastard she’s ever met.

Can Outlaw free himself from the dangers of his past and build a home with a girl able to see more than the blood on his hands?

Damaged Series Order
Damaged and the Beast
Damaged and the Knight
Damaged and the Cobra
Damaged and the Outlaw
I’m an indie author and romance novice. I published Damaged and the Beast
in April ’13. The New Adult romance between bad boy Cooper and his girl
Farah ended in a big sweet HEA. In July ’13, I released Damaged and the Knight
with Farah’s sister Tawny. She finds her knight in shining armor with
Judd O’Keefe. I have several more Damaged books planned for this year.

As
for me, I like hearts, flowers, butterflies, puppies, kitten-shaped
clouds, and unicorns with rainbows shooting from their asses. I support
love and peace. I also like cutting in lines and stealing candy from
babies. Wait, did I write that last part out loud? Oops.

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DAMAGE AND THE BEAST EXCERPT

Chapter Five

Skye proved to be a reliable chauffeur until
Friday when something mysterious happened to her car. That was how she phrased
it. Something mysterious. She
couldn’t pick me up from work, so I would have to find another way home.

Cooper sat in the back booth, reading a book
he clearly hated with a passion. Occasionally, he smacked the book onto the
table then glared at it hatefully. Finally, he returned to reading. I had to
admit he looked especially hot in the white tee clinging to his strong chest.
The contrast of such bright white against his tanned flesh made it difficult
not to stare, let alone drool.

While I considered asking Cooper for a ride, I
immediately shot down the idea. I had successfully avoided him most of the
week, seeing him only on Wednesday night when he came in for dinner. He did a
lot of his intense staring and made a few comments squarely in the domain of
inappropriate. He also left me another twenty dollar tip. We had created a nice
relationship so far, but owing him anything was a mistake.

Cooper just wanted to fuck me. Though I wasn’t
wholly against the idea of sex with him, I sensed he would be rough and I’d
cry. My tears would likely piss him off and he would find a way to punish me.
Maybe I assumed too much, but I didn’t want to take the chance of ruining my
life in Ellsberg.

Giving up on asking him or anyone else, I
walked outside towards the bus stop. As I hurried through the parking lot, I
realized Cooper never left after paying his bill. When I glanced in the
direction where he was talking on the phone, I found him staring at me. I
turned away quickly, not needing any trouble. Hearing his motorcycle rev, I
prayed he was heading to a party and would speed right past me.

“Need a ride?” Cooper asked, pulling over as I
walked down the street. “Let me rephrase that. I know you need a ride, but are
you desperate enough to take one from me?”

“Why desperate?”

“You tell me. You act like I’m a stalkey
douche you can’t shake loose.”

Uh,
I wasn’t touching that statement.

“My ride cancelled and it’d be a pain to take
three busses.”

“Is that your way of saying you’re desperate
enough?”

Studying his grin and the rumbling hog, I
figured the ride would take five minutes tops. As for owing him, maybe I could
buy him dessert or take notes for him at school. You know, repay him with
something besides my body.

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Awakening Olivia North by Hamilton Wade: Book Blitz Tour

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Awakening Olivia North is a love story… tender, romantic, and sensual. It also says a lot about life and how we should all strive to get back to the true essence of who we are.

Outwardly, Olivia North looked the happily married woman. Her children continually made her proud, and her husband had indeed provided the kind of lifestyle and financial security most women could only dream of. Few of her friends could understand what needs she may have beyond the beautiful house, the cars and the apartment on the Sunshine Coast. Yet there was something quietly missing… a sense of partnership and intimacy, and had been for a great many years.

Emptiness engulfed Olivia after her youngest daughter Lucy moved out of the house to university. With no regrets or thoughts of resentment, Olivia walked away from her marriage, reaching out for emotional support from her brother, his wife, and her daughters. Olivia took stock of her financial situation, embracing an uncertain future with faith everything would fall into place.

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Descending the companionway steps to get her mobile phone, she saw the cook busy preparing dinner. The mince was in a large pan on the galley stove, and he had finely sliced onion and garlic on the cutting board. She hugged and kissed him as she passed to and from the aft cabin, saying she would make a quick call to her girls while he made the boat smell so yummy.

Sitting comfortable on the swim step, she was pleasantly surprised that both Sally and Lucy answered their telephones. The must have recognized the call as being from Thailand, and as she hadn’t been calling anywhere near as often as expected, they didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see how things were in Phuket.  Sally had looked thought all the pictures, and especially close at the ones her mother had taken of Andrew.

“Mum, I think I can see what Lucy has been saying. Looking at his eyes, I can understand it when you say Andrew is a gentle and caring man. It shows mum.”

Olivia loved this softening of Sally towards Andrew Walker. Sally had been protective, wary, and not at all caught up in the romantic notion of a holiday in another country with a man she herself had never met. Things were changing.  Lucy, on the other hand, never questioned her mother’s decision. She sensed something about Andrew from the moment they met, and she wholeheartedly approved. She was the romantic of the family. She too had loved the pics and had been back to look at them many times.

“Mum, that Meridien resort in Khao Lak was a romantic paradise. I adored it and you must have had such a nice time there. Have you fallen in love mum?”

That question interrupted Olivia’s thoughts completely. How could she answer Lucy when she wasn’t sure she had the answer herself?  She hesitated a little before saying a word.

“Mum, I’m waiting!”

“Don’t do this to your poor mother. I’m sitting on the back of the boat a few hundred meters off the beach. Andrew is down below cooking lasagna, and the sky is becoming the most beautiful shade of pink. To be honest sweetheart, all I can say is that I am having the most wonderful holiday and I don’t even want to think about this dream coming to an end.”

“Oh My God Mum. I’m crying tears of joy for you. I love you and I love that you guys are having such a romantic time.”

Olivia too had tears in her eyes and saying goodbye to Lucy, reached for the towel she had folded to sit on. Cradling her face in the towel, drying her tears, she sat there looking out over the water as she thought more about Lucy’s question. Yes, she and Andrew definitely shared something very deep. Still, neither of them had mentioned the word love. In a multitude of ways, the word itself seemed superfluous. Emotions were not words, and it was difficult to use words to describe or explain emotions.

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I’m an Australian,  the product of a conventional upbringing, and marriages to a couple of very different, yet extraordinary women. My life has comprised the normal range of failures and successes, and continues to be a wonderful and enlightening journey.I’ve lived and worked in numerous places around the world, including Australia, Thailand, Malaysia, the United States, and India. I continue to divide my time between Thailand and Australia.

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Bikers – Babes & Books Blast: The Cicada Series by Belle Whittington

Check out The Cicada Series by Belle Whittington, and be sure to enter the Rafflecopter Giveaway–the link is at the bottom of the page!



FIREFLY
Part Two
of the Cicada Trilogy
by Belle
Whittington

“The darkest days are ahead of us,” Andrew whispered as the
drape of shadows slipped away, allowing Blair to awaken. And in her heart of
hearts she knew it was true. The unmistakable signs were all around her,
growing within her. She was becoming something more than human. All she could
do was accept the inevitable.

“I’ve become a freak … an alien. I no longer belong to the
human world,” Blair told her true love, and he held her close, determined never
to give her up. “I’d stay in this darkness forever as long as I could be with
you.  Wherever you are … that’s my home.”
Everett meant every word. In fact, he’d willingly give up his own life to
protect the girl he’d always loved.

But there was a storm brewing … a firestorm so strong and
catastrophic that it could keep them apart forever.

That storm roared into town wearing a brown leather bomber
jacket and riding a motorcycle.

Ash was like a secret in human clothing … a dangerous
secret. Everything about him was mesmerizing – right down to the swirls of ink
that flowed over the smooth muscles across his chest and around his arms. Being
with him was like playing with fire.

Blair knew all about playing with fire.

She knew something else, too. A small quiet voice deep
within whispered that she really would be separated from everyone and
everything she’d known and loved.

Because some secrets run too deep …


Belle resides somewhere north of Houston, Texas in a small
inconsequential town with the smallest most inconsequential name. There in the
shady reaches of the pines, elms, and oaks, she daydreams of adventures and
secrets that she weaves throughout her stories. 
She studied literature at University of Houston and is quite sure that
she has the best readers and fans in the whole wide world.


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Places that Inspired!
Readers of my CICADA
trilogy enter the story at the Sonic in a small, inconsequential, southeast
Texas town.
To those just passing through on their way to other places, Willis
appears to be a tiny town at the crossroads of IH-45 and FM 1097.  Many have nicknamed Willis as a “bedroom
community”, which generally means that most people commute to neighboring towns
for work.

But,
as you may have guessed, there’s more to Willis,
Texas than meets the eye.  This
mysterious town stretches its arms out into the great Piney Woods like antennae
searching for secrets that lay hidden in the unlikeliest of places.  It’s in those places, nestled beneath the
shady canopies of the pines and ancient oaks, you’ll find most of the places my
characters visit in FIREFLY.


Lake Conroe,
for instance, plays a role in the lives of the town folk of Willis and also in
the lives of my main character Blair Reynolds, her family, friends, and even a
foe.  For, you see, the murky waters of
Lake Conroe lap at the eastern boundary of the family ranch.  Not only has the lake provided hours of
enjoyment in the lives of many of the characters, but it also ends up saving
Blair in the ending chapters of FIREFLY. 
If you haven’t visited the lake, you should do so sometime … either on
vacation or by picking up my books!


Before my characters
prepare to travel to unknown territories south of the border, there are a few
stops in Willis where they even bump into actual residents.  If you’re considering a weekend trip to
discover where it all happens in FIREFLY, you’ve got to include The Pizza Shack on your list of “must
visit” locations.  You can even sit at
the same table where Ash and Blair share a pizza together after a run-in at the
local Walgreens.



Like most
coming-of-age stories, my characters grow and move on to different places.  In the case of Blair and her friends, those
places lie deep in the jungles of Brazil where another small, inconsequential
town called Cândido Godói harbors
secrets about the connection between them and the extraterrestrials that have become
a dangerous reality in their lives.  But,
to find out more about that, you’ll have to wait for the release of MONARCH in
2014!






Check out my books CICADA and FIREFLY, then plan a trip to
visit Willis, Texas!  Though the town may
seem small, the adventures are quite the opposite!  
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Guest Post: A Regency Festive Season, by Giselle Marks

A Regency Festive Season

By Giselle Marks

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“A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens gave most of us our first indication that Christmas was celebrated differently in the past than how we do today. Charles Dickens wrote mostly in his own period and “the Carol” is set in three time-spans; past, present and future to make his point about celebrating Christmas with the proper festive spirit. It is easy to assume a Victorian traditional Christmas was how it had always been. But Christmas trees came to Britain from Germany with the Prince Consort Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha and most of our favourite Christmas carols are only Victorian in origin.

This article is going out on or just after Christmas so I decided to discuss the celebration of Christmas in England in the Regency period. Both of my Regency novels touch on the festivities at Christmas and on St Stephen’s day which is now known in the Western World as Boxing Day. I very nearly made a serious mistake about that in “the Fencing Master’s Daughter.” As my heroine Madelaine is half French, I wrote the chapter headings in French. I correctly translated St Stephen to Stephan in French and no one noticed the mistake. I would have been correct for French speaking Swiss but the French themselves call that particular St Stephen, St Etienne. But luckily I spotted that mistake before publication.

Oliver Cromwell, who led the Commonwealth in Britain after the execution of Charles I, banned all celebration of Christmas throughout the country, a ban that caused riots and the taking over of Canterbury by the population who decorated all the building with holly as part of their protest. Christmas was reinstated by Charles II and the carrying in of a Yule log was resumed, along with decorating homes with fir branches, holly and ivy tied with colourful ribbons accompanied by parties and lavish festive food and drink to celebrate the twelve days of the feast of Christmas. Twelfth night, the 6th of January was the traditional day when all decorations would be taken down and life would resume as usual.

Many of the clergy still disapproved of the celebration of Christmas and in Scotland such festivities were discouraged by the Presbyterian Church of Scotland. Christmas was not officially made a holiday in Scotland until 1958.

English Christmas Carols were first identified by a Shropshire chaplain, John Awdley in 1426 who transcribed “25 Caroles of Christmas” which were probably sung by groups of “wassailers.” Wassailers expected to be supplied with drink and food by their hosts, as a wassail was both a toast and the drink, frequently spiced heated cider. But reformers like Martin Luther authored Christmas Carols encouraging their use. “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen”, “The First Noel”, “I Saw Three Ships” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” are printed in Christmas Carols Ancient and Modern (1833) by William Sandys which is slightly later than the Regency period

“Personent hodie”, “Good King Wenceslas”, and “The Holly and the Ivy” go back to the Middle Ages, and are among the oldest musical compositions still regularly sung. The favourite “Silent Night” was first performed in the Regency in Nikolaus-Kirche (Church of St. Nicholas) in Oberndorf, Austria in 1818. But did not appear in English until 1871 when published in a Methodist hymnal.

While Christian services became a large part of Christmas festivities in England, most British would enjoy a feast, presents and family parties to celebrate the birth of the Christ child. Most good landowners and employers gave some small presents to their tenants’ families and employees at Christmas as is shown in “the Fencing Master’s Daughter” where Edward gives a party on Christmas Eve for his tenants’ and villagers’ families. Here is a tiny sample of that book about the preparations for that party.

“The banqueting hall had already been festooned with greenery under cousin Almira’s direction and barrels of beer and cider had been placed on trestle tables at one side of the hall to settle after being rolled into position. The banqueting hall was not much used except for open days and was adjacent to Chalcombe Manor’s ballroom which would be used for country dancing in the afternoon of the party. Cousin Almira was directing a group of maids over the arrangement of garlands of beribboned greenery around the ballroom as footmen climbed ladders to tend the vast chandeliers arranging fresh candles in each holder.”

The family then attended Church and spent the Christmas Day itself largely by themselves but the following day held a ball for the local gentry. It is also traditional for landowners to hold shooting parties over their land either before or after Christmas Day as part of their social activities. In “the Marquis’s Mistake” I do not dwell on how Christmas was celebrated around the Duke’s seat of Langsdown Castle, as at this point in the story what happens to Alicia is more important. She has a fairly quiet Christmas in Aylesbury along with her family.

Here is a small snippet from the Marquis’s Mistake:

“Christmas came and was enjoyed by all, there was plenty of good food and everyone had a good time. They attended church in Aylesbury together and then sat down to a fine goose for dinner. Alicia missed Sebastian but she joined in with the children’s games playing spillikins and charades with delight. The girls were very pleased with their presents, mostly of new prettier clothes.”

But the giving of gifts was quite open in the Regency period and was not ascribed to Santa Claus or even St Nicholas, because those traditions are more modern. Whether you hold a Christian celebration, celebrate the pagan festivals of Yule or Saturnalia or perhaps practice any other religion, may I wish you a very happy holiday and hope you all enjoy your festivities in your own ways. As the Angels announced in Luke 2:14:-

“Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace, and good will toward men.”

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The Marquis’s Mistake
by Giselle Marks

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Devastatingly handsome Sebastian, Marquis of Farndon awaits a lady, a present from his best friend Stephen for his thirtieth birthday. Alicia Lambert fleeing from a forced marriage is shown into his room by mistake. Inebriated from celebrating his return to England, Sebastian disbelieves her protests and is reluctant to let her escape. Meeting him later in London, Alicia is relieved he does not recognise her. But when he pursues her and proposes marriage, she doubts his feelings for her are real. Sebastian wants to protect Alicia from the machinations of the blackguard Major Mallinder as he fears for her life and that of her aunt Maud. But will Sebastian’s natural intelligence be enough to deal with the ruthlessness of Alexander Mallinder?

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About the Author

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Giselle Marks has been writing for many years. She has written two Regency Romances and a Fantasy/ Sci-fi series with erotic content. Her first published novel, The Fencing Master’s Daughter was launched by Front Porch Romance in September 2013. Her second Regency Romance, The Marquis’s Mistake was released by them in December 2013. Her Fantasy series, The Zeninan Saga is currently being edited by Nevermore Press and should start appearing in the near future. They hope to release the first in the saga, Princess of Zenina in February to March 2014. Giselle is currently working on an erotic fantasy novella called Lucy, which she hopes will be available in next year and a number of other projects.