Peyton Price – Given an assignment to write an article on an outlaw motorcycle club, what award-winning journalist would say no? Not me. I had a weakness for bad boys, tattoos, and men on motorcycles. But Nick Navarro wasn’t a typical biker. He wasn’t even a typical outlaw.
Nick Navarro – As president of the Filthy Fuckers MC, when I was offered an opportunity to be interviewed by a local journalist, I didn’t accept for the notoriety or the publicity. I agreed to do it so I could get a shot at the 27-year-old pussy between the journalist’s legs. She had plans to get in and get out, and do so quick. But once I lay claim to something, it’s mine. Until I decide otherwise.
Congratulations to Stephany Tullis on the release of Sweet Dreams.I had the honor of working with Stephany on this book. Check it out. I’ve posted a buy link at the bottom of the page.
When a small town well-respected political operative is forced by her disgruntled mother to move into the family home to care for her ill father, her dreams become nightmares and her nightmares reality.
Harassed by her mother and overwhelmed by her father’s non-stop caretaker schedule, Angelica Mason’s daydreams become as unnerving as her bewitching nightmares.
Does she imagine that her boss fires her? Did she quit her job and tell her boss to ‘stuff it?’
Does the love of her life back-stab her?
Does an enchanting Prince Charming appear on her doorstep with a pair of platinum-lined glass slippers–perfect size 8?
Is she hallucinating that he rescues her?
Or is the enchanter the hazel-eyed FedEx man who demands her signature for a mysterious package?
Just what can a girl do when her dreams become nightmares and nightmares her reality? Buy your copy here
I had the pleasure of working with Christian Santos on his debut novel, Human Again. I hope you’ll get your copy and share with your friends.
Something evil has come to Eden Springs, Pennsylvania.
Familiar faces are luring their loved ones to dark corners. Severed limbs flood the streets. And a tall figure in a dark suit and tie is preparing for one final, grand feast.
It all traces back to English Teacher Gabriel Torres, whose perfect life collapses after his wife, Zoe, is murdered in a random attack. When a mysterious elderly woman offers him a chance to see Zoe again through a process called “dream manifestation therapy”, Gabriel doesn’t hesitate. But shortly after he traverses back to reality, he learns something else has crossed over with him.
Navigating through a town engulfed in chaos, Gabriel’s only aid comes in the form of a troubled adolescent skateboarder, a tattooed gas station clerk on the run from her abusive husband, and the gun-toting blind ghost of Zoe’s favorite country singer, Connor Vaughn.
Time is slipping. The lives of Eden Springs’ remaining survivors are in jeopardy. Now Gabriel must conquer the dark force he helped summon, even if it means letting go of the only thing he’s ever loved. Get your copy of Human Again here
Before the sun rises, another will fall.
When Brooke Mariano is found murdered on the grounds of the powerful Everette family’s estate, it looks at first as though she may have been killed in order to keep the paternity of her unborn child a secret.
However, when another member of the Everette family turns up dead each night, it quickly becomes a race against time as Detective Ryan Xander and his partner try to discover which member of the family is the killer before the entire clan wind up dead.
Ryan’s only inroad to the secretive family is Sofia Everette. Shunned by her father for her refusals to obey him, and battling a mysterious illness, Sofia’s childhood dreams may be the key to saving her life and stopping the killer from exterminating the entire Everette family.
Synopsis: Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch. Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?
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Synopsis: Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid. Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
ABOUT J.C. VALENTINE
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.’s newsletter and never miss a thing!http://bit.ly/1KxXWWB
Synopsis: After finding herself out of luck and out of love, Patricia Jacobs has written off the male species. No one but her father has ever given her the love and devotion she knows she deserves, and she’s sick and tired of it. Until she collides, literally, with a man whose devastating smile and seductive charm that should be considered illegal, destroys her plans. He’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man: handsome, intelligent, successful, they share a love of cars and best of all; he looks at her like she’s his light in the dark. What more could a girl ask for?
Jonathon Bradshaw, destroyed by a past that has haunted his every waking moment for the last five years, isn’t looking for a serious relationship, until he meets Patricia. Sweet, saucy and as hot as the summer is long, Jon can’t deny the draw he has toward her. For the first time, he has hope. Determined to shake the ghosts of his past, Jon focuses on forging a future with Patti, but he’s always been a master at standing in his own way. When Jon’s past refuses to be forgotten, will Patti be able to live with the truth about the man who’s stolen her heart?
EXCERPT- SURRENDER TO LOVE
Jon stepped into Carnal with a blonde on one arm and a brunette on the other. Stepping in beside them, his best friend and wingman, Travis, motioned to the dance floor, and then melted into the throng with his own date. Music vibrated through his body as Jon carved a path through the crowd toward an empty table in the back. He seated the women, and then squatted down between them, motioning them closer so he could speak without shouting. “What can I get you ladies to drink?” “Grey Goose,” the blonde told him, smiling demurely with lips so thick and glossy they screamed sin. “Martini, dirty.” The brunette seated to his left wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his face to hers. Their mouths meshed, and she slipped her tongue inside his, wasting no time letting him know where she expected this night to end. Jon pulled back with a lazy grin and wiped the excess moisture from his lips with his fingertips. “That’s an order I have no problem filling. Don’t go anywhere.” “Don’t worry, baby,” the brunette cooed. “The only place we’re going tonight is down.” Her gaze shifted to his crotch and Jon laughed, amused. “Promises, promises. I’m going to hold you to that,” he swore. Striding up to the bar, Jon found a sliver of space and positioned himself there, raising his hand to call the bartender’s attention. While he waited, he took stock of the place. The downtown club was buzzing with energy. Colored lighting flashed intermittently over the oblong dance floor. Loud music from every direction pulsed in his ears. There were half-naked bodies everywhere, dancing, groping, and draping themselves over the bar. It was a veritable cesspool of debauchery, and he loved every bit of it. The bartender was finally making his way over when the seat beside him opened up and a warm, lithe body slid in alongside him. Jon couldn’t help but appreciate the view. Long, pale hair flowed down to a curvaceous backside and lean, tone legs clad in a pair of tight, white jeans dangled from the stool she perched on. From the back, she was enough to stir him to life. He wondered what effect she would have on him head-on. When the bartender approached his end of the bar and looked to him first, Jon shook his head and tilted it toward the blonde beside him. “Take care of her first. I’ll wait.” The bartender nodded, uncaring of who went first, and shifted his attention to her. Turning on her seat, the friendly smile she wore turned shy when she looked up and met his eyes. How cute. “Hi,” he said, deliberately dropping his voice lower. “Hi.” She smiled demurely, her long lashes touching her cheeks when she dropped her gaze. “What are you having?” Jon asked, using the volume of the music as an excuse to slide in a little closer. He rested one arm on the polished counter and leaned into it, smiling down at her as her mind worked to keep up. He gestured to the man waiting for them expectantly. Her cheeks colored and she cleared her throat. “Give me two rum and cokes, a long island and Sam Adams,” she called out to the bartender who was waiting patiently for their order. While he hurried off to fill it, Jon took the opportunity to fix her with a wide smile. “You look nice tonight,” he told her, allowing his eyes to make a slow perusal down her lush body. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his eyes from making a second pass over her chest where her breasts were on full display beneath the simple black tank top. “Thanks,” she said amicably. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, eliminating the soft, silken screen obstructing his view of shapely shoulders covered in perfect alabaster skin. “I’m Patti,” she said, turning in her chair and offering him her hand. He took her delicate hand in his and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It’s a pleasure, Patti. I’m Jon.” “Nice to meet you, Jon.” “Definitely.” They smiled at one another, lost in each other’s eyes, until the bartender returning with the drinks broke the spell. “It’s on me,” he told him, then waved him away. Jon would come back to make his order after he was through with Patti. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that.” Jon helped her gather up her drinks, holding them hostage to keep her around a little longer. “I wanted to,” he said, casually slipping his hand around her tiny waist to guide her through the crowd. She smiled up at him, her pale green eyes sparkling beneath the strobe lights. She led him to a round table surrounded by several women, one of whom was very much pregnant. Patti bent to unload the drinks and smiling faces turned to greet her. Their expressions turned curious when they took notice of him hovering behind her. “Okay, girls, I believe I got everyone.” Patti slapped her hands together, then jumped around when she remembered he was still there. “Oh! My bad. Forgot the beer.” She snatched the drink from his hands and took a long swallow. All eyes were on him, and Jon shifted uncomfortably. “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” asked the one that looked like she was about to rupture amniotic fluid at any moment. He watched as Patti’s chest rose and fell, a nervous laugh escaping her as she set her drink on the table. “Piper, Poppy, Jules, Sheila, Lynn,” she said, pointing her finger at each of them. “This is Jon. Jon, this is Lynn, Sheila, Jules, Poppy, and Piper. Thanks for buying the drinks and helping me carry them,” she said quickly. “I guess I’ll see you around?” She plunked down in her chair, effectively dismissing him, but Jon had other ideas. “Hi,” he said, stepping forward with his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.” The one named Piper took his hand in hers, her face bright. “Hey, I didn’t recognize you at first. Must be the lighting,” she said brightly, waving her hand at the colored lights hanging overhead. “You grew up with Tate. I’m his wife, Piper. We met in Vegas at the convention.” Jon’s smile grew in recognition. “That’s right. I remember you now. Wow,” he said, looking down at her swollen abdomen. “You guys didn’t waste any time. When are you due?” She laughed, running her palm over her stomach lovingly. “About five weeks left to go.” “And Tate let you out of the house?” he asked, stunned. If she were his wife, he wouldn’t let her within an arm’s reach of a club. They were too unpredictable, too unsafe, too everything. “I don’t think I gave him much of a choice,” she said with a giggle. “She threatened to serve his balls to him on a silver platter,” Poppy leaned in and shouted. “Hey, Jon. How’s it going?” He nodded to her. “It’s going. Where’s Felix tonight?” Her eyes clouded over and she sat back, her hand reaching out to fiddle with her drink. “At home, I imagine.” Jon’s brows rose at the coldness of her tone, but he didn’t bother to follow up. He was there to have a good time, not be drawn into female drama. “So wait,” the one across from him, Sheila, said with her palms facing out in front of her. “You two know each other?” “They work for me,” Jon said, making a swiping motion with his finger at Poppy and Piper. “And how do you know Patti?” “Oh, he doesn’t. We just met up at the bar,” Patti explained. “You work fast, huh?” Sheila remarked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively at him. He shrugged. “What can I say, when I see something I like…” He trailed off meaningfully. Patti’s eyes lifted from the table and he caught them, holding her trapped in his gaze for one long, intense moment. He wanted her to know he was interested, and judging by the flush of her cheeks, she’d heard him loud and clear. His smile fell when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. “Hey, baby, I was wondering where you disappeared to. What are you doing all the way over here?” Patti glanced over her shoulder at the sound of feminine voices. It took her a second to assess the situation, and he watched as her nose scrunched in disgust. When her eyes slid back to him, she wore a blank expression and for some reason, that put a knot in his stomach. Jon turned his head and found himself looking at two sets of annoyed eyes. “I was just getting ready to head back.” He patted the arm wrapped around his neck and she took the hint, releasing him and moving back a step. “Why don’t you go order the drinks for me and I’ll catch up in a minute?” He gave his dates a small, encouraging smile, hoping they’d leave quickly. They did, reluctantly. He watched them go, his mind turning over how to explain what had just happened. He couldn’t come up with a damn thing. Hoping to appear nonchalant, he turned back to the table, the heat from the women’s eyes threatening to scorch him. The only one who wasn’t looking at him was Patti. He swallowed tightly. “I should get back,” he said slowly. “To my, uh…” “Friends?” Patti asked pleasantly, though the look she turned on him made him feel like the biggest dick who ever existed. “Right, friends,” he said regretfully. Standing, he cast a friendly smile around the table, but the only one he was really interested in seeing it was the woman who refused to look up at him. “Have a good evening, ladies.” With nothing left to say that wouldn’t make him look worse than he already did, he moved through the crush of dancers to find his dates.
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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.
I’ve only ever loved one man in my life. I gave him my heart when I was just sixteen and never got it back. We were so in love, but it wasn’t enough.
Duty to his family drove a wedge between us. We tried to hold on, secret meetings, hooded glances, and stolen kisses. Proclamations of love whispered into the night. We tried to let our love get us through but as much as we longed for a life away from everything that stood in our way, we knew it was hopeless.
He was the heir to the DeLuca family throne and I was just the housekeeper’s daughter. Our lives were never meant to intertwine in a tangle of love, passion, and promise. It was his duty to bring the two most powerful families in Sicily together. A deal struck by two fathers with no regard for the wishes of their children.
It was a different time, a different place, one where compliance was the only option, anything else was a death sentence. I fell in love with the boy, vowed my heart and soul to the man, and was forced to watch as he became a monster. Pre-order your copy here
SYNOPSIS: Peyton Price – Given an assignment to write an article on an outlaw motorcycle club, what award-winning journalist would say no? Not me. I had a weakness for bad-boys, tattoos, and men on motorcycles.
But Nick Navarro wasn’t a typical biker. He wasn’t even a typical outlaw. Nick Navarro – As president of the Filthy F*ckers MC, when I was offered an opportunity to be interviewed by a local journalist, I didn’t accept for the notoriety or the publicity. I agreed to get a shot at the 27 year-old p*ssy between the journalist’s legs.
She had plans to get in and get out, and do so quick.
But once I lay claim to something, it’s mine.
Until I decide otherwise.
Born in San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and six children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen romance and erotica novels, his three book series through Harlequin is due to start release with the first book in August 2016.
Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception. Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not writing.
Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter. CONNECT LINKS: Website:http://scotthildreth.com Facebook:http://facebook.com/ScottDHildreth Twitter:http://twitter.com/ScottDHildreth | @ScottDHildreth Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/ScottHildreth Amazon Author Page:http://www.amazon.com/Scott-Hildreth/e/B00EJNZICE Newsletter:http://www.scotthildreth.com/?page_id=448
MY REVIEW: *****
I’ve read most of everything Scott’s written. If I haven’t read it yet, I will. Chances are I’ve already bought the book.
Scott’s one of those writers who constantly takes in what’s happening in the world around us—the good and the bad—and brings it to life in a whole new light through fiction. Hard is one of those stories that reminds you of very familiar headlines that have sickened and served to show, once again, the perverse side of “justice” and how the system has failed miserably.
What starts out as a writing assignment for a young journalist (Peyton Price) to interview Nick Navarro, the President of a motorcycle club known for being especially dangerous, quickly becomes so much more. For as brash and forward as Nick is, Peyton meets him on his level and then some. He’s intrigued by her thrill-seeking attitude, but he’s not sure how to deal with that.
The storyline is very strong with moments of shock and tears and anger all rolled into one. The characters are memorable and well developed, and it was so easy to fall for them. Throughout the course of the story, our characters grow and begin a transformation of sorts—life and the challenges you face will do that to you—and Scott has made them real and believable.
And I’m sure you’ll agree the book cover isn’t too shabby either. Thank you to Michael Wajchert for making the cover so…appealing.
I’d love to see PeeBee get his story too.
I highly recommend this book to all over the age of 18. Keep in mind this has an adult storyline—sometimes graphic in nature. If you’re into MC books, you’ll love this one.
Per the author: READ THE WARNINGS. This book is a wonderful story with tremendous depth. It does, however, have some DARK parts.
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