Morrigan Austin ~ presents ~ Pray For Hell

TITLE: Pray for Hell (Sampson County Supernatural Book 2)
AUTHOR: Morrigan Austin
AUTHOR EMAIL: author.morrigan.austin@gmail.com

BOOK PAGE:
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BOOK SYNOPSIS:
Sampson County, North Carolina is not the quiet little town most people think it is. Hidden deep within the sprawling corn and cotton fields there is a world that no one would ever expect existed.

Ashton Morris and his family have lived in Sampson County, North Carolina all their lives, for them the insane happenings are normal everyday activity, but for Deputy Jacy Crittenden they are anything but normal. Having left her hometown of New York for a quiet life and a little less bustle she can’t seem to wrap her head around the insanity she’s stepped into.

It has been only 6 months since she transferred and already there are ritualistically butchered cattle, a teenager that no one seems to know even exists, not to mention the Morris family and the strange death of the two youngest member’s father. Somehow Jacy needs to find out what’s going on… but her detective instincts just might lead her into a situation that would make her days on the force in New York seem like a walk in Central Park on a nice spring day.

“Pray for Hell” is the second book in the ‘Sampson County Supernatural’ series that promises to be a wild ride on the paranormal side of life… none like you’ve ever read before.

AUTHOR BIO:
Kitty Honeycutt is the single mother of an amazing daughter. She is a publisher for over 100 authors, a writer, an entrepreneur, a singer and an animal and human rights activist.

She sometimes writes under the pseudonyms Kitty 'de Chatfou & Morrigan Austin. Her book “Ouroboros: Born of Fire” is due out in the year 2019, and will be her sixth published work.

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Daniel Linsteadt ~ a character interview and his novel ~ Nila: Water, Air, Fire (Air - Book Two in the Series)

TITLE: Nila: Air (Book Two)
AUTHOR: Daniel G Linsteadt
CATEGORIES: Fantasy/Paranormal/Supernatural
PAGE COUNT: 340
ASIN: B07C8H6996
ISBN: 978-1986713573
IMPRINT: Howling Wolf

BOOK PAGE: http://ravenswoodpublishing.com/bookpages/nilaair.html

KEYWORDS: fantasy, mystical, mermaid, mer-being, wolf, raven, shifter, psoriasis, illness, arthritis, parallel reality, consciousness, visions, dreams

ONE LINER:
Boredom and heartache force Seth to decipher visions shown by the mysterious Her, which leads to self-discovery that are fraught with danger and gut-wrenching decisions.

SYNOPSIS:
Nila-Air, the second the series, has Seth discovering the perilous motives behind his father’s heartless actions that caused his debilitated health, isolation, and suffering. Now reborn on a new pristine world, Nila are determined to rebuild their community and face any new challenges.

Finally living as a true Nila, Seth must learn how to deal with the withdrawals of his former human life. Boredom and heartache force Seth to search within himself for his meaning and purpose while his relationship with Kate deteriorates with the presence of Raymond, who becomes the Red Crystal Bearer that Seth and his father previously held.

Seth’s connection with the mysterious Her—Nila’s spiritual leader—intensifies as he attempts to decipher new visions from Her. Straying from Nila protocol, Seth discovers a new threat—the current winged inhabitants. Boredom quickly turns into adventure and self-discovery that are fraught with danger and gut-wrenching decisions. Can Seth bring peace between his Nila family and the inhabitants, and does he have time?

CHARACTER INTERVIEW:

Q. What does psoriasis feel like?
SETH. It’s one of those conditions that affects your emotional side as much as the physical. For me, my skin has a cycle. Dry, flaky skin builds so your skin appears whitish. As it crusts over it begins to itch, and I struggle to not scratch. Some spots feel like large angry mosquito bites. It never fails that I unconsciously let down and scratch, then I can’t stop. It feels both good and painful, so it’s hard to quit once you begin. From this point on my skin both itches and burns, and is easily sloughed off in the shower, which begins a new cycle with smooth, bright red skin. Having people see your skin is embarrassing and judgment is felt, whether real or perceived. It feels like I’ve spent all of my life wearing pants and long sleeve shirts, even in the heat of the summer, to avoid being seen as ugly.

Q. Becoming Nila must have felt wonderful. Can you explain the feeling of transforming?
SETH. First you hear the sounds. The wind and clicking fully command your attention. I’m still not sure if the sounds come from within me or are external noises of transforming. It feels like you’re leaving your body … making ready for it to be vacated with something new. There’s no pain, like the stretching or distorting of body parts that leave you moaning or screaming. You suddenly sense the world different. The water temperature is the first sensation noticed. It’s always warmer, softer—it’s hard to explain. Like when I transform the other direction, the air is refreshing, light, and freeing. And yes, being Nila without psoriasis can only be described as pure joy. Through this experience I’ve learned that psoriasis is exhausting.

Q. What’s it like to live and breathe under water?
SETH. At first it was traumatic. The physical need to expand your lungs with air is huge. I mean, it’s more than just needing air, it’s addictive, which is why we constantly do it without realizing it. When that sensation is suddenly taken away, well, it was overwhelming. Once you get past this sensation, there is a pervading peace that settles over your body. The constant need for lungs chugging for air is released.

I’d describe living in the water as having the feeling of constantly being loved. The ocean’s unconditional embrace is always there. As human, we don’t feel the air in the same way … it’s much more subtle … except in the wind, which doesn’t feel like love.

Q. What can you say about Her? Is She also Nila, another species that lives in the universe, what?
SETH. Of course much more is revealed in Nila-Air, and even more in Nila-Fire. I would spoil the story if I told you, but what I can say, She is the feminine and masculine within each of us. She is the spiritual and guiding light we all seek. When you find Her, become Her, then answers to why there is life, and the purpose of your life begins to unfold. If only everyone were in earnest pursuit of Her … our world would become healthy, and how we interact with one another dramatically shift.

Q. Tell me about your father, Sam.
SETH. Short laugh …

Q. Is he the bad guy or the good guy? He vacillates between the two in my mind, but at the end of the story, a drop of doubt splashes over you.
SETH. What is good? What is bad? We create first impression all the time, that’s part of our nature—survival instinct I suspect. Perspective is what’s missing with initial judgments. The not knowing their side of the story—what makes them tick? I’m sure you’ve run into people that appear all wonderful, but as you get to know them, their ugliness leaks out. The Nila story plays off this aspect of duality. For individuals, and life in general, uncertainty ebbs and flows. This creates our drama, what moves our chest board pieces. Is a parent good or bad when they punish a child for bad behavior?

Q. Last question. Tell me about Kate?
SETH. She is my first love. The first person I wanted to express my feelings with, and even more frightening, expose my skin to. At the same time—my duality and inner conflict—to hide my imperfections from her even more.

Kate is complex. She’s in a situation that requires heartache, but I don’t see this. I only glimpse the side she allows me to see. Also, my immaturity creates unnecessary pain in my heart. Yet, I yearn for companionship, love and affection. What I eventually learn through “Her” is that love is simply two hearts resonating with one another?

AUTHOR BIO:
Author of Oaf in Ophir and Oaf in Bear River, Daniel shares his passion for inspiring and uplifting stories—where entering the realm of the magical and spiritual blend with the heartbeat of all life—and creatures see answers to those deep questions that stir within us. Daniel received two BAs from the University of California Santa Barbara and spent most of his career as an IT programmer, but his passion is creating stories.

EMAIL: dglinsteadt@gmail.com
AUTHOR WEBSITE: http://danielglinsteadt.com/
PUBLISHER EMAIL: ravenswoodpublishing@gmail.com

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Kitty Honeycutt ~ 4th interview and her novel ~ Where This World Ends

I AM PLEASED TO WELCOME AUTHOR

Kitty Honeycutt

Where This World Ends

(A Collection of Short Stories From Masquerade de Minuit)

ISBN: 978-1985075122

ASIN: B079KT59BJ

GENRE: Supernatural Thriller

KEYWORDS: vampires, werewolf, shifters, monsters, sexual depravity, human nature, predators, fantasy, New Orleans, masquerade, the abyss, darkness, dark fantasy, supernatural, paranormal

ONE LINER:
Where this World ends there is another World inhabited by creatures that come from the imaginations of multiple people. Step inside their minds and meet them...

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Many of these short stories have the same characters in them, in different times and in different places. This is the first book of chronicles of role play that started on AOL years ago up until it’s demise.  All stories in this book take place in New Orleans in the 1800’s. The stories are collaborations by many people but mostly by my writing partner Amber Rendon and myself. We hope you’ll enjoy them, they are in their true form, some editing done for aesthetics as well as grammar and while I cannot promise they are in order to complete a whole story, I have done the best I could to put them together in such a way that each story is unique yet fits into the whole of a novel. There is something for everyone in this collection; vampires, werewolves, sex, seduction, blood and tears. This book is a celebration of a montage of writers from many places. We thank you for reading and wait in humble gratitude for your opinions and reviews.

Sincerely,

Kitty Honeycutt

BANTER – STUFF ABOUT YOU

Q: If your life were a movie, would it be considered an action film, comedy, drama, romance, fantasy or a combination?
A: I would go with drama all the way. There are a lot of comedy elements but mostly drama. I have had quite the life including being homeless at one point and I can say that I’ve seen the best and the worst in people.

Q: Tell me one thing that your spouse does that really endears him/her to you. One thing that annoys you. These can be tiny little things, actually the smaller the better.
A: Everything about my spouse annoys me. We are getting a divorce, I think that sums it up.

Q: Did you like school when you were a child?
A: I loved it! I was a straight A student for most of my school career until high school. I think that is always the hardest. High school was not that fun for me.

BOOKS – ABOUT THE CRAFT

Q: Which of your own releases was your particular favorite?
A: It’s not released yet but will be soon, I think it would have to be Crazy Cat Lady simply because of how the story came about. My cat Salem inspired it as I got the idea while he was lying across my stomach in bed one night.

Q: How do you handle a writer's block?
A: I’ve not had it yet, but when I do, I’ll be sure to come back and let you know.

Q: Do you write longhand first, or does it go straight into the computer?
A: Right now it goes straight to computer. I’m losing a lot of feeling in my hands and I’m having trouble actually holding a pen or pencil and writing so I always like to type, it makes it a lot easier.

Q: Are you a sit down and play it by ear kind of writer, or do you need a structured guideline, or maybe a little of both?
A: I do a bit of both. I structure first most of the time but it always ends up changing some so I suppose I’d be a structured spur of the moment writer. ;)

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Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Yes, I do. Here are the links.

EMAIL: author.kitty.honeycutt@gmail.com
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EXCERPT FROM ~

ARMAND LASHES OUT

Anger, frustration and the inability to think straight had led him to this. It had been almost a month since he’d had a fresh catch and tonight he could bear it no more.  Dressed to impeccable taste as always the patron of the arts left the mansion but with one intent… and that was to find a good meal.  Upon entering the French Quarter he took stock with abysmal eyes, roving over the many delectable choices and listening to the whispers in their mind as they passed.  There was one… hair a bit unusual much like that of his Dove and she loitered beside a cart of fresh vegetables.  The smell of old money wafted from her form as though every sway of her body released the perfume upon the air calling out to him and causing him to still his steps.  His hands clasped in front of him he watched her through a veil of passersby and counted each precious second in his mind until he had a clear path for the connection.  He gained her name from the shopkeeper’s lips and a smile curled his tiers and never did they part as he repeated that name to be bourn upon the winds and carried to her mind. “Miss DeLuca….”  She turned to face him and he captured her eyes for a moment before she turned back to the cart.  Again her name was sent as a beacon, “Miss DeLucaaa…” This time she did not turn though shook her head as though she thought she was going insane. 

 Armand couldn’t help it, he needed to play with his food for a while, so again he spoke within her mind this time it was not simply her name. “I want to touch you…. Can’t you feel me touching you?” An image sent as well, fleeting but detailed of his fingers upon her neck as she tilted her head to the side, digits running down to her collar bone and over the gentle swell of one breast.  He watched as her eyes closed and her body seemed to move in that subtle way as though she were responding.  The shopkeeper looked at her as though she were insane and suddenly realizing she jerked upright and grabbed the small basket of goods from him before turning sharply and that’s when he caught her gaze again. “Come to me…”  Still his lips never once betrayed the ventriloquist act and only lifted more into a sublime smile as she hurried across the street and to his side.  He offered his arm, she took it as though in a daze and began to walk with him back toward the Devereaux Mansion.  She was trembling, oh how delicious it was when they trembled and as he looked her over he had an idea.  It was an idea that was taken from the well within him, the one that now harbored anger and torment for what his family was being put through.  It had been too long since he’d taken pleasure in what he was and so this poor girl would pay the price… of his lust, desires… 

 Leading her through the gate, the guards simply nodded. Yes, ghouls they were under the thrall of the house of course as were the servants and Armand was good to them, secrets would never be betrayed even under the duress of torture.  Every step she took she’d realize that it was a nail in her coffin but she could do nothing to stop herself.  Completely in his control and even through her horror as well as her fear she still longed to feel his touch as she’d felt it in the Quarter.  Trevor opened the door as though he knew his master was there and Armand led her inside.  Guiding her to the staircase at the side of the larger one he helped her navigate the steps until they reached the landing.  From there she tried to turn with the last bit of mind still under her own control and he lifted her like a child, carrying her into his room.  The door closed and locked just for good measure though none would disturb him here.  He took her to his bed and lay her upon the soft mattress.  For the first time she’d hear actual words leave his lips and those smoldering eyes seemed to travel the full length of her body making her shudder with a mixture of desire and fright. “Shhh, it will bit alright, it’s not your time just yet.”  No, in fact he intended to take his time.  He came to rest at her side, hands lifted to undo the bindings of her gown and she could not move, paralyzed by what she had seen in his eyes. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kitty Honeycutt is the single mother of an amazing daughter whom she currently homeschool’s. She is a publisher for over 100 authors, a writer, an entrepreneur, a singer and an animal and human rights activist.

Her household is comprised of various creatures that include, but are not limited to:

Two Chihuahua’s (Lobo) & (Tinkerbell) Eleven cats (Merlin), (Pandra), (Salem), (Mythian), (Sabrina), (Austin), (Mestofelees), (Tantomile aka Miley), (Zoey, aka Jadiss), (Willow Pixie), (Totoro aka Tiny) Five fish, (Pumpkin), (Thing 2), & (Orca the Oscar Fish) Two Ball Pythons, (Dragon) & (Gryffin) Four Bearded Dragons, (Rexie), (Chubby aka Kingsley), (Samantha) & (Georgia) One Crested Gecko, (Copper) Two Uromastyx, (Mary) & (Elizabeth) Two Aquatic Turtles, (Purple) & (Myrtle) and eleven babies that have yet to be named. One Desert Tortoise, (Bubble).

*As you can see she is also a part-time zoo-keeper.*

 She sometimes writes under the pseudonym Kitty 'de Chatfou and her first book “Crazy Cat Lady” is due out this year 2018, and will be her first published work.

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Andi Ramos ~ presents ~ Gumshoe Girl

Introducing
Debut Novel Gumshoe Girl
by Andi Ramos
(@andiramosauthor)

Blurb:
Sheagan O’Hare got more than she bargained for when her newly inherited detective agency lands its first case; a missing person, embezzlement, and murder. Sheagan’s out to prove she can hang with the pro's, despite the constant reminder of her amateur status from an annoyingly attractive FBI agent, Colin 'Mac' MacEvine, who’s forced himself into her life.

How does she feel when an old high school friend hopes to ignite a new romance?

Will she be able to discover if detective work and love can mingle before someone gets hurt?

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Excerpt:
Sheagan blinked back the sting in her eyes as sweat drizzled from her forehead. Her shoulders and forearms cried out as determination inched her body forward through the tin walls that framed her slender figure. The narrow shaft rendered her legs useless as they dragged behind her like dead weight. She made a vow to start working out as she approached her destination, the metal grate that looked down into the sweetheart suite of the Eliot Hotel.

She shimmied her binoculars out of her bag and clutched them in her sweaty palms as she readied herself to delve into the world of private investigating. The friction of her movements caused her mahogany mane to cling to all the surfaces of her temporary confinement. Perched behind the filigree frame, peering like a caged animal, she was a mere 20 feet from her target. Her target? The Rat Bastard, who up until this very moment she’d called boyfriend.

She wasn’t there to kill him, even though the thought had crossed her mind; no, she was there to catch him in the act. She suspected he had been cheating on her for some time, so proof would end her suspicion or the relationship. Spying on her significant other through an air-vent of a swanky hotel room was hardly a promising start to her so-called glamorous career as a private detective. But it snapped her back into the reality that her new chosen profession would often be messy and difficult.

She peered through the grate and envied the spacious room below, but her viewing angle was no good for the task at hand. She could feel the heat in her cheeks rise along with her anger as she scanned the room and soaked in the extravagance–the hardwood tables, the Italian marble fireplace, the opulent sheen of the fabric on the overstuffed furniture that glimmered in the soft candlelight. The Rat Bastard was not known to overindulge on frivolous expenses, unless it was on her dime. Thoughts of killing him resurfaced.

What is wrong with me? Why did I wait so long?

She immediately regretted the fleeting question. She knew why. The answer brought back the pain and significance of her father’s sudden death. He had been the only family she had left, and he was gone. All that was left behind was his detective agency. She had thought about giving it up, but she couldn’t; it was her only connection to him, to her family.

She closed her eyes briefly, realizing that now she was facing more loss–even if he was a lying, cheating Rat Bastard.

No! It’s better this way, stay focused.

She choked in a breath and turned her attention back to the room. His secret love nest was finished with soothing tones on the walls and thick, plush carpeting.

What is that on the end table?

Her gaze was drawn to the bottle label as it bobbed upside down in the melting ice. She sharpened the focus of her binoculars, and her eyes widened in recognition.

Her cheeks flushed. Cristal, she scoffed. Who is this Bimbo, anyway?

As if she had room to criticize this girl’s intelligence, when Sheagan was the one sweating her makeup off in a four-by-four-foot air-duct.

Yeah, who’s the stupid one?

She heard passionate sounds coming from the right of the room and recognized his tone. Leaning sideways, Sheagan pressed her face to the grate, but her limited view revealed only a portion of the bed and unable to make out major details, like faces.

Crap, I can’t see anything. Damn! She needed to get a better look

As she shifted her weight, the metal walls started to reverberate and Sheagan stifled a gasp, willing the rumbling to cease. Her breathing became labored as the musty air stole the aroma of the sweet perfume wafting up waft from the suite below. She stilled her movements and did the only thing she could think of... nothing. Nothing but stare at the heap of blankets and wait.

Come on, bimbo, come up for air. I know he doesn’t last that long.

Her discomfort increased as the noise from their passion became more intense. Ugh, that’s it, I’ve had it!

She mashed her cheek and upper body against the grate.

I just need a peek to confirm.

She pressed harder, ogling the bed. Finally, she caught a tiny glimpse.

Just a little further.

She pushed and heard a chirring sound, then a scraping. She froze in place, but the grate gave way with a creaking groan and crashed to the ground. Time stood still as Sheagan realized there was nothing between her and the floor except air.

 Author Bio:

Andi Ramos is a debut author from central Massachusetts where she lives with her family, goat, and Boston Terriers. Her love for reading grew into a passion for writing. She dabbled with pen and paper for a long time and eventually stopped pushing her amusements aside and started developing those stories into novels. One of her favorite things to do is to hop into her motorhome with her family and write while traveling down the road as they journey to various destinations.

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Loc Glin ~ presents ~ Mission Almost Impossible

Published By: Luminosity Publishing
ISBN # 9781910899083
Word Count: 13,206
Heat Index 4 Flames
Available in: Adobe Acrobat, Epub, Mobipocket (.mobi)

BLURB:
The odds are against him, but Jerin will find a way! With or without the gene Kaley will be his…

On Setera, only one in four hundred thousand is born possessing the cryan gene—a gene essential to the survival of the Seteran race. Jerin and the others like him are duty bound to find the match to that gene somewhere in the universe, for it can no longer be found on Setera. With no clear instructions on how this task is to be accomplished it is a daunting undertaking, like finding a needle in a haystack.

Jerin’s assigned quadrant is Earth. After twelve years of searching he is beginning to lose hope, until the answer hits him over the head with a frying pan. Now all he has to do is convince this beautiful, feisty woman to follow him to another universe in a galaxy far far away.

EXCERPT:
“Maybe we ought to call for a doctor,” the policeman said. “How long has he been like that?”

“Since I called you.”

“You say he broke into the premises?”

“Yes.”

“There is no sign of forced entry that I can see.” He moved his head around perusing the area one more time. “And there is luggage in the foyer.”

Kaley nibbled her bottom lip. “I noticed.”

“You gave him a good whack.”

“Well, he’s big, and I was afraid.”

The conversation barely registered in Jerin’s head. He felt like he was dying, or maybe he just wished he was dead. His head was pounding. He tried to open his eyes, which made the room spin. He moaned and closed them tightly again. He heard a female gasp.

“He’s coming to!” She sounded panicked and yet relieved.

“So he is. Now, we can get to the bottom of this.”

He felt someone kneel down beside him. “You okay, mate?”

Jerin raised his arm and began to examine his head. “What happened?” He winced as he found a bump and gingerly touched the small mound. “Damn, that hurts.” He opened his eyes to see a constable kneeling beside him.

“What’s your business here? The lady says you broke into this residence.”

“I did nothing of the kind. The Sherwood’s hired me to take care of their property while they are on holiday. The house is supposed to be empty.” He felt his forehead crinkle in response to the discomfort speaking caused.

“That is true. Martin Sherwood notified the department that they would be away. I don’t recall them mentioning a house sitter.”

“My credentials are in my bags.”

He managed to sit up. The room began to spin. He put his palm on the floor to steady his swaying torso.

“Do you want to see a doctor?”

“No. I’ll be fine in a moment. Who hit me?”

Jerin followed the constable’s line of vision as it dialed in on the answer to his question.

“That would be me.”

Maybe it was the bump on the head, but the woman pretty much glowed. He felt euphoric until his stomach turned in on itself, and he had to fight the urge to puke.

“What did you hit me with?”

She looked like a warrior goddess standing above him on the landing leading into the living room. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back severely from her face. The long wavy strands flowed freely from the hairpiece gathering the locks together at the crown of her head. She wore a deep purple, tight fitting, one-piece Lycra bodysuit and was barefooted. Eyes the color of dark emeralds flashed a moment of defiance, and then took on a softer more apologetic light.

“That.” She pointed to his left.

He didn’t want to take his eyes from her, but his curiosity got the better of him. Cautiously he turned his head.

“That would explain it.” He smiled. “So, my warrior goddess’s weapon of choice is a frying pan?”

“Your what?” she stammered and then continued, “And no, a frying pan is not my weapon of choice. It was all I could find.”

The timbre of her voice lured his attention back to her. She sounded more insolent than contrite. Something about her spirit made him forget the throbbing in his head. He stood and chuckled. “Then, what is your weapon of choice?”

She sputtered.

“I don’t have a weapon of choice! Do you think I’m a bloody bloodthirsty gang member or something?”

“You tell me. I’m the one with the concussion.”

“I don’t think you have a concussion. You look fine to me.”

Her eyes roved over him. It felt as if she’d caressed his entire being. His body reacted as if she had. The crotch of his jeans became quite uncomfortable. His body had never reacted to a woman this way before. There was something about her that begged him to goad her into outlandish behavior.

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Tami Lund ~ presents ~ Baby, I'm Home

Title: Baby I'm Home
Author: Tami Lund
Genre: Interracial Romance

BLURB:
Chad Wessex and his girlfriend, Jenna Mackery, got into a huge fight the day he left and flew halfway around the world to take care of his dying grandfather. Eight months later, he’s back and ready to make up.

When she said she had a “big surprise” for him, the last thing he expected was…a baby!

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AUTHOR BIO:
Tami Lund—author, wine drinker, award winner. Lover of romance.

Writing happily ever afters, one book at a time.
Those happy endings come in contemporary and paranormal, so pick your poison. Or try them all. You’re bound to find something that curls your toes and makes you smile.

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J.R. Ryder & K. J. Dahlen ~ present ~Jaxson 2: Ghosts of Retribution

Title: Jaxson 2: Ghosts of Retribution
Authors: J.R. Ryder & K. J. Dahlen
Series: Black Devils MC
Genre: MC Romance

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She’s the obsession two of us share.
I want her love. He wants her life…and mine too.
One fateful shot….who will wind up on the wrong side of a loaded gun

Jaxson...
I can’t lose her, not now.
I should tell her to leave my world.
But, I can’t fight her pull.
I can’t beat back the hunger I feel for her.
Step by Step, a killer with revenge on his mind draws closer.
God help that twisted maniac when I find him.

Now, my MC’s former president has plans of his own.
And my desire has to make way for duty,
I’d risk it all for her, but I vowed him my loyalty.
He’s formed an unlikely alliance that I don’t trust.
But if it puts the man who stalks us in the ground I’ll do it,
I promised I’d go to hell and back to protect her…and I will.
We are bound body and soul.
I won’t rest until she is safe in my arms and that sick, desperate killer is dead.
Jax and Chole are in danger of being permanently parted by a vengeful predator, threatening their hard-won happiness. Time is ticking; can Jax track down his extremely dangerous target before he strikes again?

Jaxson is a 60,000 word, full length saga; a super sexy, raw MC mobster romance novel. It includes lots of steamy scenes, slang, cursing, some violence, dark themes and elements about an outlaw motorcycle club. HEA guaranteed.

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AUTHOR BIO:
I'm Jessie R. Ryder, author of steamy suspense romances.

I come from London, UK (home of Big Ben and dreadful weather), with my family and.... our new bunny, Rosie <3

I had been a voracious romance reader for all my adult life, and I recently took the leap from fan to author! Romantic suspense and erotic romances were my ABSOLUTE favorite <3

When I'm not writing, I love to be out with family, biking, hiking as often as I can.

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