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Serial Part Two

When I was younger, I was abnormally tall. Too tall for my age, all legs and feet and awkward limbs. My brother and his friends would pick on me at school. Kids are cruel, and I was an easy target. Years of guys and girls lumping shit on me taught me that I was worth nothing. I was smart but I was awkward, no easy come back or defence ever sprang to my lips. Instead I’d shuffle away, hunched shoulders, blushing and trying not to cry.

Easy prey.

My parents were also bikers – my dad an enforcer for the Rebel Reapers MC, my mum his old lady – which, despite us living in a good area, made me white trash. Or at least in the eyes of the school world.

I was dreaming, I knew I was. I’d experienced this dream before. It was a flash between three separate memories. The worst memories of my life.

The first was me at fourteen, being shoved down a set of concrete stairs at school. My body thumping loudly and thacking painfully as I rolled to a stop. I’d picked myself up, tears streaming down my face. At the top of the staircase, arms crossed stood my brother, eyes cold as he glared down at me.

“Guess I didn’t push her hard enough. She’s still walking.” The people around him, the popular people, the ones who hung off his every word, chuckled nervously as they watched me scramble to collect my things. I felt something wet hit the side of my face. Looking up I reached for my cheek. Spit.

Laughter came from the stairs.

“Get out of here, Agnes. No one wants you here.” I scrambled, books, papers, backpack and ran. I got to the gym owned by our MC, body hurting. Inside Syd, one of the old fella’s had taken one look at me and grown silent. I’d scrubbed my face clean of tears and looked up at him. “I want to learn to fight.”

The dream moved ahead a few years. Prom. Blake Jimson had asked me. I was excited, thrilled. Mum had taken me shopping, Dad had handed me cash. Blake had picked me up, we’d done photos, my Dad had given him a curfew and off he’d gone. Dinner first, then off to the dance.

We’d never made it to the dinner. Instead he’d taken me to my brother’s girlfriend’s house. They’d pulled me out of the limo. In a flouncy jade dress and kitten heels, I’d been no match for them. They’d pulled me into the middle of her yard and proceeded to hold me down as each of the guys pissed on me. Five of them, one after another. Then they’d zipped their pants, grabbed their watching dates, and taken the limo to the dance.

I’d sat on the curb. My phone was in the clutch they’d tossed at me as they drove off. I pulled it out, debating. Mum and Dad would kill someone. Probably my brother. I’d already had enough of them trying to intervene. I could call Syd, but he’d also lose his mind. Instead I called the Prospects. Three of them arrived. Despite my asking for a car they’d come on bikes. Stinking of piss I’d mounted Ice’s bike. 25 year old Ice. He hadn’t complained. Hadn’t said a word as I’d pressed my face into his shoulder and cried.

They’d taken me to the gym, I’d washed and changed into workout clothes from my locker and then strapped my hands. I’d exited the change rooms, starting to warm my body up before heading for a punching bag.

“You want me to take you home?” I shook my head, eyes on the bag not on the big boy-man beside me. “I’m good.”

“Agnes-“

“Dad said curfew at 1am. I’m meant to be at dinner with Blake till 7 then prom at 7.30 till whenever then afterparty. Then I’m meant to be home by 1am. I am not going home until that time.” I glanced up at him then back down at the bag, pulling my hands up into sparring position. “They can’t know about this.”

“Why?”

I didn’t answer, just started beating the shit out of the bag.

The dream shifted again, this time moving forward to last year. I was home, dancing in my underwear, singing at the top of my lungs as I tidied my house. It was something I did regularly. Underwear, old loose t-shirt and the rocking tones of whatever band I felt in the mood for. The knock on the door was unexpected but not unwelcome. I threw it open with a grin expecting my parents or Flo. No one else every came.

“I didn’t lock it you could have-” I stuttered to a stop. Eyes blank, Ice looked me up and down. The shirt was long enough to hit me mid-thigh, shielding anything.

“Ice?”

“Agnes.” His voice was soft, “let me in.”

“Agnes.” His voice was distant as I stared at him, knowing. Knowing they were gone.

“Agnes.”

“No.” My voice was soft. “No. No, no, no, no.”

“Agnes!” I sat-up, jerking and rolling away from the hand on my arm. I rolled off the bed, hit the floor and came up swinging.

“Whoa.” Ice held up his hands. “It’s okay.”

“Ice?” I shuddered, my eyes flicking from him to the room at large then back. “What?”

“You passed out. I took you home.”

I straightened, eyebrow raised.

“My home.” He amended.

“Right.” I ran a hand through my hair. “What am I wearing?”

“Flo helped.” He gestured to my outfit. “It’s the only thing I had on hand.”

I huffed out a laugh. “A negligee? You just happened to have that hanging around?”

He didn’t respond, just stood on the other side of the bed, his blank dark eyes on me.

“Right.” I pushed to my feet, groaning. “God. My mouth tastes like arse.”

“You know that for a fact?”

I raised my middle finger in reply.

“Come on.” He shifted, moving to the bedroom door. “Let’s get you fed.”

In the kitchen he made me bacon, eggs and toast. Despite my best efforts I wasn’t hungover. In fact, apart from the taste in my mouth, I was feeling good.

He leaned against the bench sipping coffee and watching me. Warmth pooled in my belly.

“So.” I swallowed another bite. “Did we…?”

“No.”

“Damn.” I winked at him.

His eyes watched me as I shovelled food into my mouth. I didn’t know what that look was. For years I’d watched him. Ice was hot. Like H.A.W.T hot. He was massive, his size belying his ability to move without sound. He’d done some fucked up shit in his life – I knew that. People whispered about it. Recruited as a kid, used in war zones, doing shit that gave him a shit ton of money but left scars on his soul. Got out when he was only in his mid-twenties but with the look in his eye that said he was a lifetime older.

I wanted to hump him into next week. I wanted to ride him until that look left his eyes and all I could see reflected back was his need for me.

But it was never going to happen. I’d been dropping hints for years and he’d never once taken me up on it.

Damn.

I took a shower, found a spare tooth brush in his medicine cabinet and got dressed. My clothes reeked of sweat and booze. I didn’t care. Ice handed me a helmet and off we roared. His custom chopper was a sweet ride. Sexy, sleek, it was huge like the man riding it and loud as a cannon. The vibrations under my butt made me nostalgic. My Dad’s ride had gone to my brother and he’d sold her the same week to a rival club.

The bastard.

I held on to Ice, enjoying the play of muscles under my fingertips as he guided me home. Coming up to my house the motorcycle slowed and I felt his loose muscles tense.

I straightened, moving to look over his shoulder. “Jesus.”

My things were out on the lawn, a bunch of neighbours picking over them. Ice pulled up and I leapt off, running up to the clutter.

“What the fuck!” I ripped the helmet off my head, tossing it to the side. “Get off my lawn!”

The Gamble

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A few years ago I wrote The Gamble, a super-short but sweet novella (~5000 words) which is always free on kindle unlimited.

Why not give it a go today?  The Gamble

Online Serial – Part 1

Rationally, I knew I was drunk. Somewhere in the back of my darling-ly logical mind was a little voice telling me to stop drinking and get my arse home.

Instead I slapped my hand on the bar, signally my bestie Flo to pour me another.

“You’re drunk.” The voice came from the big brute beside me.

“Yep.” Flo plonked the shot in-front of me, her face showing her amusement. Future Agnes would regret this tomorrow. Drunk Aggie was ready to down it. I lifted the glass, throwing a grin at the guy beside me. “I’m drunk as a skunk in a…. in a…” I frowned, dropping my arm as I tried to work out what rhymed with skunk. Punk? Bunk? Monk? I shrugged. “Drunk as a skunk!” I declared and tipped the shot, letting the liquid flow straight down my throat to hit my belly. I slammed the glass on the bar and looked over at Flo.

“Another?” Her right eyebrow lifted in question.

“A cider, my lady.” I burped a little, then giggled. I twirled on the barstool to look back at the giant beside me. “Where were we?”

“You were about to tell him about his cut.” This came from the grinning guy on his other side.

“Nah.” I waved a floppy hand, nearly slipping off my seat. The giant shot an arm out, steadying me. I ignored the flutter in my belly at the contact. “I was asking why you motorcycle people have an obsession with death and hell and super-nat-a-ru-al-” The word sounded not quite right coming out of my mouth but I pushed through. “-beings. Like hell and devil and grim reaper and shit. You know what’s scary?” I narrowed my eyes on my target, hearing the chuckles around me. “Raptors.”

“Raptors?”

I nodded my head earnestly. “Raptors. That shit is terrifying.” Flo handed me my drink and I decided to use my mouth to pick it up and chug it rather than my hands. Impressively, I managed to get a quarter of the bottle down before the need for air became a requirement. I dropped my head and replaced the bottle, hands still on my legs. A bunch of whistles and catcalling behind me let me know my impressive feat had been witnessed. I ignored them, now on a roll.

“Raptors. I have door knobs all over my house. Not handles. You know why? Cause they learn. They learn shit, Ice. They learn how to open doors!” I swung my hands out, knocking my beer. He snatched it, righting the bottle. “And once they know that, they can get to you and rip you open from here.” I lifted my shirt pointing at my belly and dragging both my shirt and my finger up my body. “to here.” I finger rested just under my collar bone, shirt bunched right up.

A hand tugged my shirt down. “Pretty sure they’re extinct.”

“But people are trying to bring them back. It’s genetic manipulation, Ice.”

“Did you watch Jurassic Park again?”

I shook my head. “Nah-uh. I read it. They want to try and do it. Bring shit that’s extinct back. Dangerous.” I declared, slapping my hand against the bar. “They do that, before you know it we’ll be surrounded by Zombies and ain’t nobody got time for that.”

His lip quirked up at the side. For Ice, that was the equivalent of laughing. I grinned brightly at him before lifting my beer to my lips. “Just saying.”

“Mmm. You done yet?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m gonna play pool.” I swung, beer still in hand and went to leave the bar then stopped. “Damn. Dog’s using it.” I tilted my head, squinting. “Is that Leslie? I thought she was banned after John-gate.”

Ice glanced over his normal don’t fuck with me look back on his face. “She is.”

“Well Dog’s doing her on the table.” I hopped down. “I’ll dance till their done.” I started moving over to jukebox.

“What the fuck has gotten into her?” Switch, who’d been sitting on the other-side of Ice, asked Flo. I heard her, even over the thumping music, I heard her.

“She got notice. The Will stands.” I didn’t glance back, just stumbled over to the jukebox beside the bar. I started flipping through, looking for a suitable song.

“Her lawyer said-”

“Her lawyer was fucking wrong. Xavier gets it all.”

“Fuck.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“No wonder she’s looking to get fucked up.”

“No, she’s already had that happen today. She’s just looking to forget.”

I hit the numbers for the song and grinned when the intro to Ice Ice Baby pumped out over the loudspeakers. Every eye in the bar swung to me, smiles and laughter accompanying it. I started swaying, my hips swishing as I moved onto the small wooden dance floor, mouthing the lyrics as I stared over at Ice. I wiggled and ran hands over my body before I started white girl rap hand movements. The boys were laughing uproariously as I shuffle danced my way over to Ice’s seat. His face remained impassive as I laughingly swung my arse at him – drunk Aggie could twerk with the best of them. I twirled back shuffling in place as the song wound up. At its end I collapsed into him, laughing as wolf-whistles, cheers and suggestions were thrown my way. Ice’s face was stone cold, not a glint of humour in it.

I laughed. “I’m gonna pass out now.”

“What?”

“Night.” And then I closed my eyes and slipped.

What I’m working on

[image error]I re-released On Edge in May of 2017. The idea being that the book I originally released in 2015 wasn’t the book I wanted it to be – which really was stopping me from writing book two.

Anyways, long story short I rewrote it and re-released it earlier this year. Yay! Now I’m working on book two and I have to say it’s coming along really nicely. Where is it up to? Well it’s about 3/4 done, stuff is happening and things are getting real for our intrepid heroes! I’m loving it!

I’m also working on something a little different. Something a little strange. Something that’s unlike anything I’ve every written before so I have no idea what it’s going to end up like. But is it exciting? Yes! Is it hitting all the right notes? Oh yes!

My plan is to get book two finished ASAP, get this new one written and farm it out to some people for feedback and then jump into book three and a serial MC series early next year.

Can I do it? Who knows. To be honest, I’ve been sick this year. It’s been a long journey to even re-do On Edge. I’m feeling discouraged that I don’t have the time I want to invest in writing. I feel like this is a marathon that I’m not sure I’ll ever finish.

As the song says, but you got to have faith. So I’ll believe that even when I’m at my lowest, things will get better and I can move forward.

Meanwhile, hows about a sneak peek from Rough Code, Book Two in the Rough Edges Series. All rights reserved.

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“God, Luc.” My voice was strained, I was breathing hard.

“That’s it, baby. A little more. You’re so close.”

“It’s too much.”

“Fuck, Evie. We’re so close. Come on, baby.”

“Oh my god…” I groaned and collapsed into Luc’s strong arms. My legs were jelly, my arms aching. I looked up at him, all flushed. “I did it.”

“Yeah you did.” His smile was warm.

“Ten minute rest, then round two, Evie.” We both looked over at my physical therapist. Or Satan as I referred to her.

“Computer says no, Amy.”

“Computer says get your arse up and keep going.” She turned away to assist a guy in a wheelchair.

I poked my tongue out.

“I saw that.” She called over her shoulder.

Recovering from a bullet wound hurt. It hurt so bad. It hurt and took forever. Every little movement was painful, every time I tried to walk, it all hurt. Sometimes it even hurt to breathe.

The muscles on the left side of my stomach screamed in protest, my leg was weak and trembling. I felt helpless, weak, frustrated, angry and depressed.

This was week three post-hospital. I’d finally started walking during physiotherapy. The last two weeks had been spent standing for longer periods and working on my flexibility, trying to regain the mobility I had lost and rebuild some of the muscles.

“Ten minutes over and done. Round two,” Luc pretended to hit a gong. “Ding! Begin.”

I groaned, struggling to push off the chair. My fingers gripped the arm rests.

“If you make it ten steps – just ten, Evie – then I’ll buy you some chocolate.” Gritting my teeth I walked those ten steps, using the balance bars on either side of the ten step course to stubbornly hold myself up. Yelling out in frustration and pain, he caught me at the end, and helped me drop back into the wheelchair. I felt the tears well as he pulled my head against his stomach and rubbed my back soothingly.

“White, dark or milk?”

“Frozen bananas rolled in dark chocolate with nuts.”

“There’s always money in the banana stand.”

I huffed out a laugh. “I didn’t know you watched Arrested Development.” His hand slipped under my jaw and tilting my head back.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Our eyes held and he was about to say something when Amy interrupted.

“Time for round three, Evie!”

I swore softly, as Luc chuckled.

“What do I get this time?” I asked as I slowly braced myself, ready to try to stand.

“I’ll break you out of this heap next Saturday and take you to karaoke.”

“Not exactly a bribe.”

“Let me finish.” He hit me gently on the nose with his finger in admonishment. “And I’ll sing any song you want.”

“I pick One Direction.” I flashed a smile as I struggled to push myself up off the wheelchair.

“The fuck you do!” Luc stepped back as I took a step forward, my hands braced in a death-lock on the beams.

“Never thought I’d say this, but fail. Just give up.” He actually looked slightly panicked.

I huffed out a laugh against the heaving pants of pain and exhaustion and took two steps forward, pausing to brace as my leg began trembling.

“Come on, Evie!” I glanced over to see Addie, Kel and Jet all smiling at the door, cheering. Luc straightened from his crouch before me and glared. “Don’t encourage her!”

“If you’re trying to sabotage her, it must be good!” Kel laughed, punching a fist in the air. “You go girl!”

As I took another step, my leg began violently, uncontrollably shaking. Four down, six to go.

“For the love of the Rolling Stones, don’t do this to me!” Luc begged as I took another step.

Half way.

Pleas for mercy, cheers from the girls and my own determination to see Luc suffer pushed me over the threshold. As I slumped into his arms, gasping for breath, I grinned up at him.

“Damn, Minx.” He smiled down at me, blue eyes twinkling. “Guess I better brush off my boy band moves.”

I laughed, feeling hands on me. The girls were right there, helping Luc rearrange my body into the wheelchair.

“This weekend?” This came from Addie.

I shook my head, feeling exhausted. “No.”

“When you’re better.” Jetta, smiled a little, looking over at Amy. “Is she done?”

Amy came over, hands moving to her hips. “Evie?”

I sighed, closing my eyes, knowing she was asking me to push my limits but not damage myself.

“One more. Then stretches.”

Amy nodded, grinning. “Good girl. Finish on a high note.”

My final attempt took me twice as long. My leg was shaking uncontrollably, my body weak, my hip on fire. I thought I was going to pass out as I finally got to the end.

As I lay on the ground, letting Amy stretch out my joints, I listened to her and Luc banter.

I was too tired, too broken to make small talk. I wanted a bottle of painkillers and silence, bed.

“You’re good.” Amy stood, holding a hand out to help me to a sitting position. “Shower then rest. Take two painkillers, no more. I want to see how you go after. Make sure you stand and do those stretches tonight. Tomorrow we’ll get you into the pool for a bit.”

I nodded.

“She’s all yours.” Amy gestured at Luc, before turning to another patient.

He helped me up, and began to wheel me towards the bathroom area. A nurse stood waiting.

“Good workout?”

I nodded again, still too exhausted to speak.

“She’s wrecked. Doubt she’ll be able to stand today.” This came from Luc.

“Don’t worry,” the nurse said cheerfully, “We’ll get her cleaned up.”

Twenty minutes later I’d been showered by the cheerful nurse, was dressed in stretchy pajamas and was having my wheelchair handed off to Luc.

I felt every part the invalid.

The girls were still there, chattering away with Luc while I quietly dozed in my chair.

Back in the apartment, they bustled about, dropping grocery bags and setting about cooking me dinner. I was directed to have a nap while they entertained themselves. I let Luc wheel me down the corridor and into the bedroom.

“Do you need a hand?”

I shook my head, bracing. It took me an agonizingly long time to stand, turn and then sit on the bed. I slowly swung my legs up and in, reaching for the blanket. Once in, I looked up at Luc. In the time it had taken for me to get into bed, he’d returned with water and pills.

We didn’t speak as I reached for them. Tossing my head back I swallowed with a gulp of water. The glass was whisked from my hand, and placed on the bedside table.

I closed my eyes, every part of me throbbing in pain.

The bed dipped, a hand on my hair, gently brushing it away.

“You did good today.”

I nodded.

“It’s gonna take time, Evie. Don’t beat yourself up.”

Tears I’d been fighting burned my eyelids.

“CJ said-”

“I know.” I interrupted him quietly. “I know, Luc. I get it. It’s a matter of time.”

I blew out a shaky breath, looking up at him. “I’m good. You can go.”

“I’ll be in the lounge room chilling.”

“No.” I shook my head. “You’ve been here long enough. The girls are here tonight. You can go. Go meet up with the guys, or hook up or something.” I looked him straight in the eye.

His beautiful blue eyes stared at my face for a long moment. His thoughts shuttered.

“That’s what you want? Me to go out and hook up?”

I hesitated. “Yes. I want you to live your life, not be caring for an invaild.”

“Evie-”

“No.” I shook my head. “Luc, please.” I couldn’t do this any more. Today was a reminder. As much as I wanted it, he wasn’t mine.

“Right.” He stood, “Sleep well.” And with that he left.

I waited, listening to him speak to the girls briefly before I heard the apartment door open and close.

Then I let the tears come.

On Edge

On Edge is live!

Re-released, re-edited, re-formatted, lots more awesomeness. This is the book it was meant to be and the reviews definitely reflect that!

Get your copy now for only 99cents!

Available from all good online retailers

Blurb

Jetta Oliver was finally taking control of her own life. Daughter of rock legends who’d passed, former guardian of her now pop-princess sister – Jet could now focus on living only for herself. She sure as hell never expected a drug lord to emerge demanding a figure she had no way of paying. Swallowing her pride, Jet is forced to reach out to the one man who might be able to help her. The man who left her behind.

Paxton Elliot left Afghanistan broken. Years in the army had taken its toll, leaving Pax struggling to readjust. His hardest struggle was with the knowledge of what he’d missed. Ten years was a long time to keep radio silence from the girl he loved, no matter the reason. Yet the moment Jetta walks back into his life, Pax knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there.

But intentions are one thing, actions another. Gun fights, drug lords and secrets are just the start. And their chemistry?

It’s enough to put anyone On Edge.

A New Year, A New Hope

2015 has now drawn to a close and I’m pleased to report that it was a slightly less crazy end to the year than I was anticipating.

Work ended on a positive, with me securing a permanent position in a team I was hoping for (yay!); Family came and went and presents were opened and enjoyed.

And most importantly Star Wars was seen and loved.

Words cannot express how pleased I was with the new Star Wars movies. Being a purist I was concerned it would be ruined – but it was good and I was quietly weeping with joy because of it.

Now as today is the First Day of 2016, of which there will never be another one – I have decided to write a few goals down in here. So in no particular order, here we go!

Kim’s Goals for 2016

1. Blog once a week

Blogging is something I’ve been very slack with lately but I am aiming to blog more often and more regularly by committing it down here in writing! Let’s see how long that lasts…

2. Travel

Every year I say I’ll go overseas and every year I fail. Not this year! Even if I have to board a plane alone I will be going somewhere!

3. Write

Life has been hectic and my health has been poor these last few months. Instead of pushing through and writing, I ended up just putting myself and my health first. Which in the long run was the proper thing to do, but in the short meant that I didn’t meet any of the deadlines I set myself last year. So this year I am aiming for the following:

2 Books for the Rough Edges Series

1 Book for the Dogs of War (ooh!)

1 short story every 2 months

We’ll see!

4. Take Time Out

Often I’m so harried and the husband is busy and our lives are crazy, that we just don’t take time to really sit and reconnect. So this year I want to do that. Reconnect with myself, with him, with some of our friends. Take time out of my day to breathe and put myself first.

So that’s it. My 4 goals of the year. I’d love to see your goals in the comments if you have any!

Have a lovely week and let’s see what this year brings.

Peace,

Kim

Rough Edges Two – Rough Code

Long time no blog post.

Unfortunately this isn’t a great one. My original plan was to get Rough Code (Evie’s story) out in Early December. Unfortunately I’ve had some health issues and that’s now not looking possible. So I’ve pushed my deadline back to Late December 20q5-Early January 2016.

I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.

Life happens sometimes, especially when you least want it to.

On the upside I have a sneak peek at Evie’s story if you want it?

Yes?

No?

YES!!??

Ok here you go  (I own alrights, it’s not complete etc etc.)

Evie

Present Day

Black. Black with little pinpricks of swirling light.

A voice in the far distance was calling my name. I wanted to stay here. Here in the dark with the pretty dancing lights. Here where it was warm and safe and there was no pain.

“Evie? Come on beautiful. Wake up. I need to see those pretty eyes.”

My eyelashes fluttered but stayed close. I was awake, but hovering on the lip edge between conscious and unconsciousness. I felt groggy, sore, disconnected from my body. My head was spinning and I wanted to vomit.

“Mr. Falco? She’s resting. It’s doubtful she’ll wake until tomorrow.”

Luc was here? I struggled and won the battle to open my eyes – immediately shutting them against the bright lights of the room. I huffed out a pain-filled breath.

“Evie?” I grunted. My throat was dry.

“Evie? Come on beautiful.” His voice was soft, coaxing.

I opened my eyes again and blinked against the lights as everything slowly came into focus. I blinked up at him as I took in the space.

White walls, floors and roof. Tubes and switches and cords running everywhere. I was cold, my feet freezing. Everything hurt. Bone-achingly -will never recover from this tearing searing pain – hurt.

“Hey beautiful.” Luc reached out a hand and brushed my hair off my cheek. “It’s good to see those green eyes.” He was smiling, I could tell by the crinkles at the corners of his eye. The mask covered his lower face and I croaked out a word. “Water.”

He glanced over at the prim nurse in green scrubs and a white face mask on the other side of my bed. She was checking my vitals, holding my hand and looking at her watch.

“Can she have some water?”

The nurse paused. “I’ll ask her doctor after I finish checking Ms. Franklin’s vitals.” She looked down at me, pulling s small pen light from her tool belt and using it to shine in my eyes.

“Evie, my name is Sylvie. Do you remember what happened?”

I blinked, and grimaced.

“I was having a nice dinner and got shot.”

The nurse nodded. “Do you know what day it is?” I state the date, am corrected that it is actually the next day, answer some questions about who I am, my date of birth and where I live.

“Do you know who this man is?”

I looked over at Luc. “That’s Luc.”

The nurse nodded again. “And who is he to you?”

I felt a slight blush on my cold, pale cheeks. “He’s my boyfriend.”

The nurse grinned then stood up. “I’ll just check in with the doctor and be right back.”

As we wait for her to leave, I feel Luc’s eyes on me. I look at him but he doesn’t say anything.

“Are you staying?” I don’t notice that I’m gripping his hand in mine. He looks at me, a warm look in his eye.

“Of course.”

I close my eyes and loosen my grip. “Good.

And as I drifted back to unconsciousness, I heard his rumbly voice say, “That’s what boyfriends do.”

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On Edge is LIVE!!!

Jetta and Paxton are available everywhere Right Now!!!

 

SQUEEEEEEE!!!

So to celebrate, I’ve had no internet for the past two days. This was completely unintentional but happened so I’m technically a day late to my own release. Slightly ironic.

Anyway, check out the book tab for links to On Edge and if you enjoy feel free to drop me a line or write a review. I’m super excited and hope you love it as much as I have!

Cover Reveal – On Edge

It has happened! It is finally here! The cover for Book One of the Rough Edges Series, On Edge is finally here! Hang Le has out done herself!

Let us bask in all her beauty.

 

squeeee!

Blurb:

Jetta Oliver was finally taking control of her own life. Daughter of rock legends who’d passed, former guardian of her now pop-princess sister – Jet could now focus on living only for herself. She sure as hell never expected a drug lord to emerge demanding a figure she had no way of paying. Swallowing her pride, Jet is forced to reach out to the one man who might be able to help her. The man who left her behind.

Paxton Elliot left Afghanistan broken. Years in the army had taken its toll, leaving Pax struggling to readjust. His hardest struggle was with the knowledge of what he’d missed. Ten years was a long time to keep radio silence from the girl he loved, no matter the reason. Yet the moment Jetta walks back into his life, Pax knows he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her there.

But intentions are one thing, actions another. Gun fights, drug lords and secrets are just the start. And their chemistry?

It’s enough to put anyone On Edge.

On Edge is coming 1 October 2015. For more information feel free to email me at info@kimcong.net

For more information on the amazingly talented Hang Le try: http://www.byhangle.com/

Cover Reveal – Coming soon!

I’ve been a bit AWOL lately working hard on getting On Edge perfect before it’s launched to the world.

However, Evie and Luc have bitten hard and have been throwing their story at me as well. So I’ve literally been editing, writing Rough Code and working. Yeah, day jobs… Pff!

Then this week I got an email from Hang Le. She is a clever, amazing, talented woman who designed the most perfect cover for On Edge. I may have gotten a tad weepy (only a little bit!) over the gorgeous cover. She’s taken all the jumbled ideas in my head and just put it down in the most beautiful way.

And then I saw the teasers and this happened…

Totally my face!

I can’t wait to share the beauty that is the On Edge cover with you on the 12th September 2015. I’m currently asking if anyone is interested in putting the cover reveal on their blog, or in reviewing On Edge. If you would like to, please feel free to contact me at info@kimcong.net. I will love you forever!

And once again…

SQUEEE!