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Throw Back Thursday

This is my sister and me apparently way back before they invented color photos! Anyway, this was taken in 1956. My sister Lois is exactly one year younger than me.

Happy Hump Day!

One More Chapter!

Been plugging away and I'm finally down to one chapter left for Dark Menace MC. Once I type 'The End' there will be a cover reveal. Just wait until you see it, I think it's fabulous! I thought you might like to read an unedited excerpt.

You met Rachel and Stone in Wild Marauders MC. Though there is a brief connection between the two clubs, both books are stand alone romance stories with HEA endings.

Blurb - Rachel offers herself to Stone as collateral for her family's debt, and becomes the target of a rival motorcycle club, the Red Devils. Wildman wants her, but so does Stone, and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.

Unedited excerpt - Rachel's POV

I sucked in deep breaths because if I didn’t I was going to be sick, but I couldn’t stop the tears. I had fucked up everything. “I was trying to do the right thing.” My voice was low and raspy but I knew Stone had heard me. “I—”, what did it matter? I could see in his eyes that he’d made up his mind to hate me.

“I’m done with you.” For the first time he included his brothers in the room. “This woman belongs to the club now.” There was a murmur of shocked comments throughout the bar. My knees nearly gave way and I reached for the back of the nearest chair for support. “Rachel and her sister will work off their debt as fucking sweetbutts.” Some of the men cheered and clapped.

“Stone,” Max drew Stone’s attention back to him. “Don’t do this, brother. You can’t undo once it’s done. Giving her to the men—”

“You want her, brother?” Stone snarled.

“I’ll take the bitch!” someone yelled out laughing. I didn’t recognize him. The only bikers I was familiar with were Stone’s officers. The others were just faces in a sea of black tee-shirts, cuts and jeans. “She’s got nice tits.”

“Stone,” Max said again, shaking his head. “Think about this prez. If the woman means anything to you—”

I stared at Stone, willing him to answer. Did I mean anything to him? Our eyes locked but the coldness in his never changed.

“She was a good fuck.”

His words cut through me like a knife, and I started to feel cold inside. I guess that said it all. All he’d wanted me for was sex. Well, at least I’d been good at it. How could I have fallen in love with a man like him? Maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it was just infatuation. I’d never been in love before so I really didn’t know what it felt like.

Except that I did.

And he was standing in front of me, giving me up, giving his men the okay to take me to their beds. I wanted to beg him not to do this. I’d find another way to pay back Ronald’s debt, but I wasn’t going to become a fuck toy for his club. I was beginning to feel numb. I’m sure I was in some kind of shock.

“I’ll claim Rachel, then,” Max said smiling. “Been looking for a good fuck, someone who hasn’t been with all the other brothers.” He grabbed the front of his pants. “She can continue working the bar when she’s not working me.”

What? I could only stand and watch as Stone and Max went back and forth. Max had never shown any interest in me before now. Without warning he stepped closer to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I kept my eyes on Stone. The only thing that showed he might be having a problem with Max handling me was the tightening of his jaw.

“It’s done, then. Pack up her shit and move it out of my room.” He stared at me the whole time he spoke. Damn him. I think at that second I hated him. I refused to break down in front of him again, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was killing me inside.

I felt Max’s hand move from my waist, and forced myself to remain still, even when he palmed my breast and gave it a squeeze. Stone’s gaze dropped there briefly, something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

“I hate you for this,” I said softly, drawing his gaze back up to mine.

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What did Kat call Lynch after he told her to take off her top? 

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Inside the Lines by Ally Bishop

Blurb:

What happens in love might destroy you...

Or remake you all together.

I make a living offering men and women their ultimate fantasies…as submissives of the mysterious Mistress Hathaway.

I've never surrendered to anyone. That's not the way it works. Or rather, not the way I operate.

But when the gorgeous Fin MacKenzie shows up in my life, he throws everything out of balance.

Now I'm not sure who I am anymore, and I'm questioning everything.

What woman can turn away from a gorgeous Scotsman, especially when he sets her body on fire and her heart ablaze?

I have to stop it…us. I can't keep going like this. It will ruin everything I've worked so hard to build.

Who am I if I surrender to him? Worse yet, who am I if I don't?

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Length: 238 pages
Genre: Sexy romance, erotic romance
Heat rating: Get out your summer wardrobe—things are about to get hot!



Bio for Ally Bishop:
When you do something effortlessly and people commend you continuously, you have found your gift.

That’s what I tell people all the time. And it’s true.

I get story. I always have. I started writing when I was 8 on a Smith Corona (the electronic kind — I’m not THAT old). I wrote stories in every spiral notebook I had. Eventually, I graduated to a Mac (yes, I’m one of THOSE people). I imagined new worlds, emotional conflicts, and HEAs while I waited at stoplights or wandered the grocery store. But here’s the thing: I didn’t just dream it up and write it down — I critiqued what I read. I knew when ideas were good, and when they stunk. I ran writing groups, judged creative contests, and eventually got two graduate degrees in writing. That’s right: I love it that much.

So here I am, years later, writing kickass heroines and devastating good guys, along with some mystery and vampires thrown in (I promise: THEY’RE COMING). And what’s really cool? I do what I love. Wanna write a success story for your life: I promise you, that’s it. Do what you love. And hopefully, you can make a living at it too. That’s the golden ticket, Charlie.
And chocolate doesn’t hurt, either…

The serious stuff:

I have an M.A. in creative writing, as well as an M.F.A. in creative writing with a focus in publishing. I produce two podcasts, host one, and am a freelance editor and publicist over at Upgrade Your Story. In my free time (what is that, exactly?), I read, workout, game, and converse. I’m a high introvert despite my extroverted behaviors, so you’ll find me behind my computer most days. I’m married to the wild and brilliant Billy Crash, have two dogs who are filing to change their species designation to “human,” and can often be found wandering Manhattan in search of the perfect writing spot.

You can find me at Twitter at @upgradestory & @allyabishop, Facebook, Pinterest, and my website.


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Biker's Week at Daytona

Well, ladies, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven yesterday when I was out and about. Every time I turned around there were bikers, and I mean a lot of bikers, everywhere! Daytona Beach is just down the street from me and it dawned on me that it must be bikers week. I'll tell you this much, you can sure tell the hardcore bikers from the weekend warriors. It wasn't in just their appearances either, even riding their bikes the attitude was different.

Some of the differences I noticed while driving on I-4.

Hardcore bikersno helmets or half helmetsbikes with ape hangersskull capsleather bandannaslong hairbraidsfacial hairmostly black bikestough lookingjeansbiker bootstravel in clustersuse hand signals
Weekend warriors huge helmetsvans transporting their bikesbikes of color that look shiny and brand newthree wheeler bikeshelmets and jackets matchtravel alone or with one or two other ridersuse their turn signals

I'm sick! I have a sinus infection and it's just sucking the life right out of me. Plus my car broke down today while I was picking up my granddaughter at school. Two good strangers took the time to help me. Made me feel so good about the human race.

The END!

Just sent the finished script off to my editor. Here's a little teaser of my up-coming interracial romance.

unedited - Tony's POV

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew he hated his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn.

By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him. Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh hell no, you’re not doing this.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked, as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and her brother Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only a three years younger than them, but she’d always seemed to be around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.

“You think you know me, but what you don’t know would surprise you.” She finally gave up and let him take the ice cream away from her. For a moment they stood silently staring at one another.

In that quiet moment Tony let himself take in all of Shelly. He’d first met her when she was a cute, chubby ten-year-old. Over the years that baby-fat had redistributed into one sexy, curvy woman that took his breath away, and tested his libido. It was getting harder and harder to keep his attraction for her a secret, like right now, when all he wanted to do was kiss those soft, full lips pouting up at him. But that wasn’t all Tony wanted to do to Shelly, and that was the problem.

In the face of her quiet anger he picked up the spoon and took a big bite of the ice cream, hoping to take his mind off Shelly as a desirable woman and get it back on track that she was his best friend’s little sister, and therefore hands off.

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