Double Cover Reveal
By Lani
Lynn Vale
Put
Out
Kilgore Fire Series #5
Genre: Romantic
Suspense
Release Date: January 26, 2017
Cover Model: Matthew
Hosea
Photographer: Furious
Fotog
Angie is a
survivor. Anything you could throw at her, she could overcome.
After her father
left her like a pile of unwanted trash, she began fighting. Fighting to build a
life. Fighting to keep her child. Fighting to matter.
She thought she
had it all figured out.
Then Bowen Race
Tannenbaum walks into her life, turning it into a flurry of confusion, hope,
and then ultimately despair. He tore down, brick-by-brick, her carefully
constructed world, leaving her heart in tatters and longing for more. Such as a
happily ever after, something that wasn’t ever going to happen for her. Not
when she couldn’t give him what he wanted. He’d break her, and she couldn’t be
put back together a second time.
Bowe wasn’t always
so jaded, but when you keep drawing a losing hand, it tends to affect a man. He
didn’t mean to lash out so carelessly. But he was so over being told no. He was
done being lied to. He was through with being cheated on.
This time, his
heart was getting what it wanted. If Angie wasn’t able to see what he was
offering, what was right here in front of her, well then, he’d just have to
damn well show her.
“What’s wrong
with you?” Booth asked, following me.
I turned my head
only far enough so he could see my glare.
Obviously,
though, the glare didn’t’ have the intended affect when he continued to walk
into the room, parking his ass in the bunk straight across from mine.
Sure, the bunk
was his, and I wasn’t the only one who shared this room, but I wasn’t up for
any chatter. Especially after the night I’d had.
“You gonna make
me guess?” He continued as if I wasn’t ignoring him.
“You’re a
persistent bastard,” I grumbled, turning my head to face the wall.
“Come on, you
know you want to talk to your best friend, Booth.” He teased.
I tossed the man
a look.
“You’re not my
best friend.” I told him.
He pouted, and I
sighed, rolling until I was on my back, very carefully since it seemed the bed
was about the same width as my back.
“I’ve completely
and utterly failed in getting the woman I want to go out with me to even hold a
conversation with me for longer than a minute.” I told him. “I saw her
last night—with another man—and I don’t know what to do to get her to see me.”
Booth’s mouth
fell open.
“You’re shitting
me.”
I shook my head,
feeling heat hit my face as I did.
“No."
“But…you’re the
dream boat. You’re the man that Masen tells me all the time is the
hottest guy at the firehouse. You literally could have anyone that you wanted.
What’s the deal?” He kicked his feet up so they were resting on the
side of mine.
“Nothing to
tell. I’m just…awkward.”
“Awkward, how?”
He persisted. “Awkward as in you can’t talk to a woman awkward, or
awkward in which you accidentally whip your dick out of your pants to break the
ice instead of using your big boy words?”
I tossed him a
look. “She was shot…or something. I have the girl in the back of the
ambulance with her shirt off and all I can do is stare at the scars on her
abdomen. My staring kept me from asking her anything when I had the chance. Now
that I’ve decided that she’s worth losing my favorite mechanic’s trust, I’ve
done everything I could to speak with her, and she still ignores me.”
“Where does she
work?” He asked.
“The hospital
and for her brother. You know her.” I cleared my throat. “It’s
Angie.”
Booth stared at
me for all of two seconds before he fell backwards to the cot.
“You’re doomed.”
I laughed, zero
humor in my voice.
“Yeah, I
know."
The tones
dropped indicating a call was coming through for us.
We both paused
in our conversations, and I cursed when I heard what it was.
“Mother fucker.”
I sighed. “This has to be a fucking joke.”
Booth’s face
showed the way he felt about the call that had come in just like I was sure
mine was as well.
“This is some
fucking cosmic joke, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Sorry buddy.”
Hurrying to my
feet, I jogged lightly to the bay where my turnout gear was located.
Despite this
being a medical call, we were still required to put our gear on.
Which was why I
was sweating my balls off when we finally arrived at Soco Garage, the very same
garage that none other than Angie Soco also worked.
Beard
Mode
The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series #1
Genre:
MC Romance
Release Date:
February 23, 2017
Cover
Model: David Byers
Photographer: Michael Stokes
Aaron don’t ever
call me Fatbaby’ Sims is lucky to be alive. Or at least that is what everyone
keeps telling him. He doesn’t feel lucky, though.
He’s scarred,
has more than a little bit of a bad attitude, and there isn’t a single day that
goes by that he doesn’t wish his wife would’ve just finished off the job.
After being
denied his old position at the fire department, he leaves, and doesn’t look
back. He heads straight to Alabama and into the semi-welcoming arms of The
Dixie Wardens MC. There he becomes a part of a brotherhood that forces him to
get back in the land of the living.
---
Imogen is a
smart girl. A girl who doesn’t always make the best decisions.
Her heart is in
the right place when she walks into that prison, but it doesn’t take long for
her to realize that her heart shouldn’t have had any say so in the matter.
Especially when one wrong move lands her in the arms of a scarred man that
looks frightening enough to scare any sane woman away.
Immediately
enthralled by the angry man, she tries to get closer to him. But the harder she
tries to get to know him, the further he pushes her away.
---
The only thing
Aaron wanted to do after his now ex-wife was sent to jail was escape. Escape
the awful memories. The pity-filled eyes. The curious glances.
He does a damn
fine job at ensuring he draws as little as attention as possible, but then that
annoying woman with her startling blue eyes starts hammering away at his
resolve. Makes him feel when he doesn’t want to feel.
Imogen comes
into his life and carves out a place for herself, obliterating his defenses one
heated kiss at a time.
It doesn’t take
long, and he realizes he’s in deep. Too deep to ever want to come out.
Imogen will know
what it’s like to be loved by a reject.
“New guy.”
Someone muttered behind me.
I turned only my
head to find Stone, the president, staring at me with hard eyes.
“Yeah?” I asked
him, dropping my bag on the floor and heading in his direction instead of out
the door like I’d originally intended.
“You’re here
because you have a special set of skills that we need.” The leader of the
band of misfits, Stone, drawled.
I nearly
laughed.
“That sounds
like a bad line out of a movie.” I muttered, wondering where he was going with
this.
He tossed me a
glare and then yelled.
“Truth!”
Stone yelled. “Ghost! Get the fuck in here!”
Ghost and Truth
walked in the door at the same time, both of them turning to the side to walk
inside, and stared at Stone
“Ghost, hold
Truth down so New Guy can give him the fuckin’ shot.” Stone grumbled.
Ghost tackled
Truth and wrestled him to the desk, then sat on him while Stone leaned back and
watched.
“No,
motherfucker!” Truth yelled. “I don’t want it!”
“It’s the
fuckin’ flu shot, you dumb shit. Not a fuckin’ tracking device. Take a
fuckin’ chill pill.” Stone grumbled, staring at the scuffle that was
going down in front of him.
I picked up the
syringe from the table, similar to the one I’d given everybody else’s flu shot
with, and stabbed it in the meat of Truth’s arm.
Truth bellowed
in rage, and I flipped the guard up on the syringe before tossing it into the
trash can.
“Done?” I asked
Stone. “I have to get to work.”
Stone nodded.
“Yeah, thanks.”
He nodded. “Have fun at the nut house.”
I grunted
something unintelligible, causing him to laugh.
“Don’t sound so
excited.” He laughed.
I flipped him
off and walked out the door just as Ghost was letting Truth up
“Why you gotta
be such a big motherfucker?” Truth growled. “If you’d been anyone
else, I’d have gotten away.”
“Why do you
think I called Ghost instead of anyone else?” I heard Stone reply.
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