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September 8, 2014
September 6, 2014
Another Wild Marauders MC TEASER!
WARNING, explicit language. This is from Lynch's point of view - unedited excerpt. I should have a release date soon.
I was sitting at a table close to the bar with Lenny, Wizard and Yank, discussing their run the night before, and trying to keep Kat, and her sexy fuckin' curves out of my mind. I should have fucked her instead of walking away, Christ, my cock was still hard, but I'd wanted to show her that she wasn't going to control me by giving me her body. I did things my way, and in my own good time. I might want her like fuck but I was just strong enough, and mean enough, to deny myself.
Yeah, I was a real bastard.
Yank, my treasurer, had just confirmed the payoff we'd received was the full ten grand as promised. I had a strict rule that once the goods were delivered and we were handed the payoff that we got the fuck out of there, not counting the money until we were back at the compound. Never could tell if the cops or feds had been tipped off and were on their way to the area, or already waiting to make the jump on us. Usually when that happened they didn’t make their presence known until the deal was done. Besides, I knew if the money came up short, we would get it one way or another, later.
“Good payoff for a short haul,” Yank said, leaning back in his chair.
“The best kind,” Wizard agreed, reaching for his beer.
“The next run won’t be as close, or as easy.” I downed my beer and held up the empty glass. Almost immediately one of the club's sweet butts, a tired looking brunette with too much makeup on and not enough clothes hurried over with a replacement. I ignored her blatant attempt to catch my interest. “What’s the total in the safe?”
Yank didn’t hesitate. “Forty-seven grand.”
I nodded, satisfied. “Make sure our affiliates in town get their cut, pay the brothers, and give Poker’s widow a couple grand.” I didn’t need to ask Yank what would be left. I knew right down to the last penny, and I trusted Yank with the clubs money.
“Poker was a loyal brother.” A moment of silence followed Lenny’s comment as each remembered the fallen brother in their own way. “To Poker,” he followed up, raising his drink. The rest of us did the same.
A shrill whistle echoed through the bar, followed by several unintelligible remarks that were meant as a compliment for the recipient in a crude biker’s way. I watched Tank’s eyes grow round, Ripper’s jaw drop, his beer paused in mid-air on the way up to his bearded mouth, and Fat Boy slap his beefy hand over his heart, before I turned to see what the fuckin' fuss was about. I released a hiss, my gaze falling on where Kat was standing in the entrance way to the room, no doubt looking for me.
My dick stood to attention, remembering what it felt like being squeezed by her tight cunt. The clothes I’d picked up for her outlined her lush curves, revealing that she was a delicious handful. Most of her shapely legs were bare, as was her midriff and one shoulder where the top had slipped down. I grinned, noticing she’d used the lip gloss I’d provided. It had been a last minute purchase and my cock jerked at the thought of having those full shiny lips close over it. I wondered if she knew how fucking sexy she was. Her gaze finally landed on me and she began to make her way in our direction, ignoring the crude remarks and looks of the other men.
“Where do you want me?” She was looking down at me. Her innocent question drew loud laughs from my surrounding brothers.
I was sitting at a table close to the bar with Lenny, Wizard and Yank, discussing their run the night before, and trying to keep Kat, and her sexy fuckin' curves out of my mind. I should have fucked her instead of walking away, Christ, my cock was still hard, but I'd wanted to show her that she wasn't going to control me by giving me her body. I did things my way, and in my own good time. I might want her like fuck but I was just strong enough, and mean enough, to deny myself.
Yeah, I was a real bastard.
Yank, my treasurer, had just confirmed the payoff we'd received was the full ten grand as promised. I had a strict rule that once the goods were delivered and we were handed the payoff that we got the fuck out of there, not counting the money until we were back at the compound. Never could tell if the cops or feds had been tipped off and were on their way to the area, or already waiting to make the jump on us. Usually when that happened they didn’t make their presence known until the deal was done. Besides, I knew if the money came up short, we would get it one way or another, later.
“Good payoff for a short haul,” Yank said, leaning back in his chair.
“The best kind,” Wizard agreed, reaching for his beer.
“The next run won’t be as close, or as easy.” I downed my beer and held up the empty glass. Almost immediately one of the club's sweet butts, a tired looking brunette with too much makeup on and not enough clothes hurried over with a replacement. I ignored her blatant attempt to catch my interest. “What’s the total in the safe?”
Yank didn’t hesitate. “Forty-seven grand.”
I nodded, satisfied. “Make sure our affiliates in town get their cut, pay the brothers, and give Poker’s widow a couple grand.” I didn’t need to ask Yank what would be left. I knew right down to the last penny, and I trusted Yank with the clubs money.
“Poker was a loyal brother.” A moment of silence followed Lenny’s comment as each remembered the fallen brother in their own way. “To Poker,” he followed up, raising his drink. The rest of us did the same.
A shrill whistle echoed through the bar, followed by several unintelligible remarks that were meant as a compliment for the recipient in a crude biker’s way. I watched Tank’s eyes grow round, Ripper’s jaw drop, his beer paused in mid-air on the way up to his bearded mouth, and Fat Boy slap his beefy hand over his heart, before I turned to see what the fuckin' fuss was about. I released a hiss, my gaze falling on where Kat was standing in the entrance way to the room, no doubt looking for me.
My dick stood to attention, remembering what it felt like being squeezed by her tight cunt. The clothes I’d picked up for her outlined her lush curves, revealing that she was a delicious handful. Most of her shapely legs were bare, as was her midriff and one shoulder where the top had slipped down. I grinned, noticing she’d used the lip gloss I’d provided. It had been a last minute purchase and my cock jerked at the thought of having those full shiny lips close over it. I wondered if she knew how fucking sexy she was. Her gaze finally landed on me and she began to make her way in our direction, ignoring the crude remarks and looks of the other men.
“Where do you want me?” She was looking down at me. Her innocent question drew loud laughs from my surrounding brothers.
September 2, 2014
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When a ruthless gem smuggler mistakes Sarah for her best friend Susan, she's kidnapped and stashed on an island. Her only hope of rescue is Susan's cousin Clint--a man whose my-way-or-else attitude is as infuriating as his muscular body is distracting.
Clint, ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, desperately needs a vacation. Rescuing a kidnapped woman from an island paradise isn't what he had in mind. And when he encounters Sarah's sassy mouth and tempting ways, he soon realizes he's the one in trouble. Clint and Sarah elude her captors, but there's no escaping the attraction sizzling between them. With danger pursuing them, they have to learn to work together. But can an opinionated florist and a rugged mercenary ever find common ground?
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Grabbing his duffel bag, Clint sprinted in the direction of the trees, leaving Sarah to follow. She’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t going to wait for her. They’d almost reached the safety of the trees when the first shot rang out. It whizzed past them ricocheting off a nearby tree, splintering the bark over their heads. He glanced back, swearing. Just as he’d expected, Sarah had come to a halt and was looking around as though wondering what had just happened.
“Keep moving!” he commanded, grabbing her arm. He gave her a violent shove in front of him where he could keep his eyes on her, and ducked when another bullet whizzed past. Soon after, a volley of gunfire erupted, forcing Clint to push her to the ground before they shot her head off.
She screamed when he careened into her and, in seconds, they were slipping on the muddy earth. Keeping his hands on her hips, he forced her to crawl behind a large tree. As they came to rest against it, flying bark sprayed the area around them.
“We have to keep moving!” Sarah cried above the sound of gunfire. “They’re coming!” She tried to struggle to her feet, but Clint easily held her down.
“No!” he said against her ear. “They’re still back at the house. They’re shooting wild, hoping to scare us out in the open. We still have a good head start,” he finished in a calm tone.
“You sound like you’re used to this,” she commented, trembling beneath his weight. She cried out again when another bullet hit the ground in front of them.
Clint forced her head down, lying protectively over her, all the while knowing that if a bullet went through him, it would probably go through her too. “Pray, angel.”
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When a ruthless gem smuggler mistakes Sarah for her best friend Susan, she's kidnapped and stashed on an island. Her only hope of rescue is Susan's cousin Clint--a man whose my-way-or-else attitude is as infuriating as his muscular body is distracting.
Clint, ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, desperately needs a vacation. Rescuing a kidnapped woman from an island paradise isn't what he had in mind. And when he encounters Sarah's sassy mouth and tempting ways, he soon realizes he's the one in trouble. Clint and Sarah elude her captors, but there's no escaping the attraction sizzling between them. With danger pursuing them, they have to learn to work together. But can an opinionated florist and a rugged mercenary ever find common ground?
Rating: SpicyPage Count: 178 Word Count: 51270
Excerpt:
Grabbing his duffel bag, Clint sprinted in the direction of the trees, leaving Sarah to follow. She’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t going to wait for her. They’d almost reached the safety of the trees when the first shot rang out. It whizzed past them ricocheting off a nearby tree, splintering the bark over their heads. He glanced back, swearing. Just as he’d expected, Sarah had come to a halt and was looking around as though wondering what had just happened.
“Keep moving!” he commanded, grabbing her arm. He gave her a violent shove in front of him where he could keep his eyes on her, and ducked when another bullet whizzed past. Soon after, a volley of gunfire erupted, forcing Clint to push her to the ground before they shot her head off.
She screamed when he careened into her and, in seconds, they were slipping on the muddy earth. Keeping his hands on her hips, he forced her to crawl behind a large tree. As they came to rest against it, flying bark sprayed the area around them.
“We have to keep moving!” Sarah cried above the sound of gunfire. “They’re coming!” She tried to struggle to her feet, but Clint easily held her down.
“No!” he said against her ear. “They’re still back at the house. They’re shooting wild, hoping to scare us out in the open. We still have a good head start,” he finished in a calm tone.
“You sound like you’re used to this,” she commented, trembling beneath his weight. She cried out again when another bullet hit the ground in front of them.
Clint forced her head down, lying protectively over her, all the while knowing that if a bullet went through him, it would probably go through her too. “Pray, angel.”
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September 1, 2014
Author Amanda Meuwissen
I’m a Writer Because I Want to Change Lives
I’m the youngest of five children and my closest in age sister is six years older, so I had a lot of time as a child as just me, and a lot of time alone with my parents once I was a teenager. I could basically be considered both a youngest child and an only child, and my personality reflects that.
I also moved out into the country away from any nearby kids my age when I was only five years old, so I spent a lot of time playing alone. This, I feel, really fueled my imagination, because I was always outside in the trees fighting dragons, or deep in my toys thinking up fantastical tales. That was my entertainment.
That and TV, movies, and video games, which I devoured liberally all my childhood and which helped me develop an instant love of all forms of storytelling. It was inevitable that I would want to create my own stories. I wrote from an early age, though for years it didn’t occur to me to pursue being a writer. I wrote for me, and eventually for those few early fans of my fanfiction.
Finally, Junior year of high school when I was trying to decide where to attend college and what I wanted to major in, I realized that my two greatest loves were writing and acting. What finally made the choice between the two for me was a comment on one of my fanfics at the time.
There was a fanfic by another author that I had adored, dealing with depression and eventual suicide. I contacted her to say how much I loved it but that I really wished the character could have lived, that they could have found some hope. She agreed, but hadn’t been able to write it herself in a way that worked. She handed it over to me to create an alternate ending where the character was able to find some peace, at least enough to strive forward.
I received an anonymous review from someone who said that what I wrote really touched them, during a time when they were truly depressed and considering suicide themselves, and that it had made them stop and reevaluate why they needed to keep going. I was so dumbstruck, so touched that something I wrote could do that for someone that I knew I could never do anything else.
I strive with every piece of writing to maybe, just maybe, reach someone again as I did then. That mere possibility that we could change someone’s life for the better is all the reason anyone needs to take up the pen.
The Incubus Saga
by Amanda Meuwissen
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BLURB:
INCUBUS: Nathan only ever wanted a normal life, but for him, life, family, and love are anything but normal.
On the other side of the Veil, dark and light fae exist outside the knowledge of most humans. Nathan Grier was born human, but his twin brother Jim is a changeling. On the run since they were children, time for both of them is running out. Turning to fae hunter Sasha Kelly for help, Nathan must soon face his growing feelings for the other man while trying to save himself and his brother from a fate worse than death.
CHANGELING: Nathan Grier’s dark fae bounty looms overhead. As he faces the very real threat of becoming a slave to the bounty’s owner, his brother Jim uses his changeling abilities more and more trying to save him. Every changeling throughout history turns evil once their powers manifest, meaning time may be running out for both of them as Jim nears True Awakening.
Fae hunter and incubus, Sasha Kelly, is prophesized to save Nathan, but while Nathan has embraced his feelings for the other man, he fears their time together will be cut short—either from his impending fate…or Jim’s.
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Excerpt
Incubus Excerpt
Nathan Grier hit the ground hard on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Traveling through the Veil with Jim had always been so effortless. Nathan had forgotten how much his brother’s presence protected him. Without Jim, even a brief trip just hurt everywhere.
Pushing up from the ground and sitting back on his heels, Nathan gulped down air to steady his pulse. He looked around quickly, taking in the dark landscape. It was still night but there was light steadily growing on the horizon.
He did not have much time. Nathan struggled to his feet and took a few pained steps forward to the edge of the cliff. Below was St. Brides Bay, empty of divers and kayaks at this early hour. Normally, Nathan would be able to clearly see the lush green hills, steep drop-offs, and spattering of flowers that had not yet died with the growing autumn cold, but for now the world was covered in darkness.
He pulled his jacket more tightly around him, swallowing hard as he peered down the long expanse to the beach below. The wind was whipping harshly through his short black hair as if it desired nothing more than to see him blown right over the edge.
Turning back to the Veil doorway he had come from, Nathan saw that it was no longer visible, though he knew it was still there. He had crossed the ocean in search of a Power Point strong enough to summon a Messenger. The doorway was where the Messenger would appear.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Amanda Meuwissen is the author of The Incubus Saga and the novelette The Collector. She has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf College in Creative Writing, and has been writing and posting online for many years, including maintaining the blog for the customer engagement company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid writer and consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games.
Amanda also serves as COO and Managing Editor for BigWorldNetwork.com. She oversees editing and series selection, as well as being involved in marketing and promotion, and is featured as a narrator for several BWN series.Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats, Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).
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August 31, 2014
Labor Day
Labor is the burden of our being,A weight that weds us firmly to the earth,
Blessed servitude that serves a common meaning
On which each may erect a sense of worth.
Remember, then, the beauty of a calling
Demanding both integrity and skill:
A dancer in the drifts of early morning,
Yet traveling towards sunset through sheer will.
August 28, 2014
Excerpt of Wild Marauders MC
Almost done with this story friends. This unedited excerpt is from Lynch's point of view -
I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. Sweet fuck! Her nipples were practically poking through the silk covering them and putting her hands on her hips only stretched the material tighter. But what really got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one confused over the fucking lust hammering at us.
I looked her up and down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take it off.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew round. “What?”
“Take it off. It doesn’t belong to you.” I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a fucking lesson.
“Where’s my shirt?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Your shirt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off.”
"I'm not a fucking piece of property!" she frowned. "I don't belong to anyone."
I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus she was a pain in the ass. I had half a mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"
I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her shit. The whole situation with her was turning into one big fuck-up.
With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.
“No, baby.” She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me. “I want to see those tits.”
She turned back to me.If looks could kill I’d be dead but I didn’t let it bother me. My gut told me that she was fighting against something between us, too. Once the top was free of her pants she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large tits bouncing with her movement. By the time I caught it and glanced back she’d crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.
"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.
“I told you I want to see your tits, and that includes your nipples.” I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big nippled tits. Shit, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, squeezing the heavy mounds until she reacted.
The breath hissed from Kat and I knew I had to have a lick.
I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. Sweet fuck! Her nipples were practically poking through the silk covering them and putting her hands on her hips only stretched the material tighter. But what really got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one confused over the fucking lust hammering at us.
I looked her up and down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take it off.”
Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew round. “What?”
“Take it off. It doesn’t belong to you.” I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a fucking lesson.
“Where’s my shirt?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Your shirt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off.”
"I'm not a fucking piece of property!" she frowned. "I don't belong to anyone."
I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus she was a pain in the ass. I had half a mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.
"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"
I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her shit. The whole situation with her was turning into one big fuck-up.
With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.
“No, baby.” She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me. “I want to see those tits.”
She turned back to me.If looks could kill I’d be dead but I didn’t let it bother me. My gut told me that she was fighting against something between us, too. Once the top was free of her pants she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large tits bouncing with her movement. By the time I caught it and glanced back she’d crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.
"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.
“I told you I want to see your tits, and that includes your nipples.” I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big nippled tits. Shit, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, squeezing the heavy mounds until she reacted.
The breath hissed from Kat and I knew I had to have a lick.
August 26, 2014
All Romance Ebooks Best Sellers
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August 23, 2014
Look What's Available for Pre-order!
You can pre-order Out of Control at Amazon, Smashwords or All Romance Ebooks right now friends!
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?
***Previously released as It's All in the Jeans at Whiskey Creek Press under the author's real name.***
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?
***Previously released as It's All in the Jeans at Whiskey Creek Press under the author's real name.***
August 22, 2014
Best Seller!
I got a nice surprise when I went to All Romance Ebooks yesterday and saw that Touch Me is a best seller! Nice, huh?
