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Happy 30th Birthday Robert Pattinson!

My LOVE for this actor is EPIC !!!!

Okay so Harry Potter rocked before Cedric Diggory came along, but let’s be honest here, he was truly the first (and only) real

Man Candy

in the series.

Then this happened….

*bites fist*

and my closet cougar-ish love began.

(the first was the BEST!!!)

After the first movie we all had to know… okay I did, what it was about Robert Pattinson that was so f’ing

HAWWWWWTTTTTTTT

Here’s what sealed the deal for me

(music is my first love)

Singer / songwriter / fucking vampire….

 

Okay anyone could sound decent singing with proper editing right?

Sure thing, but now my stalking  interest in this

talented BRITISH (swoon) actor was in full force…

 

Then she, who shall not be named, broke his heart.

Young love cuts deep.

He’s over it…

He became my Christian Grey.

Then my heart was broken because he wasn’t.

This helped

Okay well today is his 30th!

For me it’s now alright to say it.

Robert ‘Fucking’ Pattinson

is

HAWWWWWTTTTTTT and this courage LOVES him!

Happy Birthday

RPAT

XOXO

Me

A Day In The Life

It’s FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH…

No, i’m not superstitious. I honestly would not have even remembered it was Friday the thirteenth,  had my little chick not reminded me this morning.

I wanted to give you a little inside look at what I do besides post way to much on social media, and write a shit ton of books.

Here’s a look:

@6:35am

I wake up to an alarm playing whatever song I am overplaying on any given day. Today it was ‘Just Like Fire’ by Pink. I am in love with her music. It’s Raw, real, and gritty, my kind of chick!

Then I hit snooze. It happens to the best of us.

I don’t fall back to sleep. I listen to my little chick in the next room while she get’s dressed and listens to whatever song she’s into at the time. It’s been the Hamilton soundtrack for a couple weeks now.

By this time my Bichon Frise, Sam, has decided to wake up (next to me) and lick my face or hand, whichever is closest to him, (he’s kind of lazy) until I pet him. By then Leia, the black labradoodle, who is normally across my feet is out of her mind with jealously because Sam is getting attention first. (She’s such a bitch)

@6:45am

I drag my ass out of bed, having only put it in bed about 4 hours ago. I trip over one of my two dogs who are still playing the attention seeking game, and grab whichever pair of comfy pants I see first. Today it was the gray, Syracuse University pair. (Go ‘Cuse)

I make my way down the stairs, dogs hot on my heels, then not on my heels, but trying to see who can push me down the stairs and get to the door first.

Leia usually wins.

I feed the dogs, brush the buckies, shower, dress, double french braid the chicks hair, make sure she eats breakfast and pack her lunch, if I didn’t do it the night before.

@7:35am

We’re out the door. The car conversation today was about what we have going on tonight and this weekend.

@7:50am

Monday and Fridays are the best mornings. I pick up my 3 year old nephew and take him to preschool. He’s a riot. This mornings car ride was spent talking about the ‘Farm’ and ‘Crapa’, which is what he calls my dad instead of Grandpa. It’s to funny to correct, and even my dad finds it amusing.

@8:10

I am in front of my computer answering e-mails, messages, and getting sucked into the black hole that is Facebook. I love it. I want to ‘like’ posts, respond to notifications, chat, all of it. But…. I need to work. So I schedule some posts for the day.

@9:30

(1 hour and 20 minutes later…told you I was bad)

I am re-reading what I was up writing until 2:30 this morning.  I also read this (unedited) scene I had read to a friend on the phone, and I kid you not, we were laughing so hard she pissed her pants. AND SHE TOLD ME! Which caused me to nearly have an accident myself.

Check it out

 

 

Then I write until my alarm goes off at 10:20.

@10:20

I go pick the little man up from pre-school. We jumped in some puddles, then stopped at the store to grab a treat. Today a donut. I would like to pretend that my will power was strong enough to resist, but there was creme filled donuts with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. I tried to talk him into that one, but he wasn’t having it. He wanted cinnamon.

In the vehicle, he wanted mine, so it actually worked out that I did only get two bites, which was perfect.

After dropping him off I went to my daughters school, sat in the parking lot waiting for her. They let out early today, so I sat and typed on my phone, in my notes. Always writing…

@12:00

Lunch is over, and she is belting out the song she sings for NYSSMA, tomorrow morning while I try to write. I keep getting lost in listening to her amazing little voice.

 

@ 1:10

I am taking a break to finish this blog post. Then back to writing until she is back downstairs to do what kids do, tell you the most fascinating thing in the world, interrupting your train of thought.

Now I will go back to the cave and wait for the next interruption until five o’clock tonight.

It’s my nieces PROM!!! She was voted on court. Tonight we the outcome. Doesn’t matter. It’s cool that it was the NICE kids that got the votes, this year anyway. All the girls in the running are very nice…. but ‘J’ rocks the niceness, and is just as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside.

The ‘Fields’ crew will all show up to take pics at our local state park, and then go to the venue to do the same.

(The venue was the inspiration for Harpers Prom, in Stained)

Tomorrow is a new day and it’s the weekend.

 

Enjoy!

MJ

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Kat’s a take no sh*t kind of girl, but when her mother forces her to start online dating with her, she’s taken off guard. The tables turn and now Kat has the opportunity to dish out unsolicited advice of her own.

The ever-unsociable Kat, puts herself out there knowing no man in their right mind will ask her out.

Little does she know the world has changed. The constant connection has caused a disconnect, and while hiding behind a screen most men hold nothing back.

Will Kat be able to get her mother to stop being a behind the scenes text whore, or will she get dragged into the craze that is sweeping the nation?

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JaggerThe Caldwell Brothers Series #3Published by Loves...

Jagger

The Caldwell Brothers Series #3

Published by Loveswept

Release Date: April 19, 2016

Contributors: Chelsea Camaron

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotica

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Full of swagger and sensuality, the Caldwell Brothers series—perfect for fans of Katy Evans and Emma Chase—packs an emotional punch as the last bachelor standing fights for a woman who’s worth every ounce of trouble.

 

Jagger Caldwell is no one’s hero. With a reputation busting heads and breaking hearts on the underground MMA circuit, he lives for easy cash and easier women. But when he stumbles upon an all-too-familiar scene, painful memories awaken Jagger’s sensitive side and compel him to act. As a kid, he stood by helplessly as his old man beat his mom. Now, Jagger won’t let seventeen-year-old Tatiana Rand suffer the same fate. Nothing matters except saving her.

Tatiana is a prisoner in her own home, at the mercy of her violent father—until an unlikely savior bursts through her door and into her life. Six-feet-plus of tattooed muscle and raw power, Jagger is no prince charming—but Tatiana stopped believing in fairy tales long ago. Despite their differences in age and, well, everything else, the sexy bad boy sparks a fire that Tatiana never knew she had—and desires that only Jagger can quench.

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

Praise for Hendrix by Chelsea Camaron and MJ Fields

“The youngest of the Caldwell brothers packs a good punch! In this fast-paced story, Jagger falls for the girl cowering in the corner—and claims his legacy along the way.”—New York Times bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin

“The Caldwell brothers never disappoint. Jagger will fight for your heart and win it a thousand times over!”—Stacey Kennedy, USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin series

“Heartwarming and humorous, Jagger gives us the modern-day hero everyone needs.”—Ryan Michele, author of Ravage Me

“Chelsea Camaron and MJ Fields find that cool mix between beauty and beast with Jagger. He was born to be a fighter, and Tatiana needs him in her corner.”—S. M. Donaldson, author of the Game Time series

“What a wonderful finish to this series. The Caldwell Brothers are not to be missed. I have read each book in this series and I have enjoyed each one in its own way.”—DRC Promotions

 

“Jagger has an interesting story line that focuses on rescue and recovery; abuse and responsibility; forgiveness and letting go. The premise is engaging with moments of heartbreak and humor; the characters are passionate and sometimes tragic; the romance is encouraging and hopeful.”—The Reading Cafe

 

“Well worth getting your one-click finger out and grabbing yourself a copy.”—FMR Book Grind

 

“This book is full of laughs, a lot of love, and will leave you feeling drained, but in a good way. If you haven’t got your copy yet, I definitely recommend it! You’ll be just as anxious as I am for another Caldwell brother.”—Book Boyfriend Hangover (five stars)

“What happens when two worlds collide not once, but twice? Wow. There are so many books I want from this series.”—Reading Renee

“I loved seeing the family dynamics and bond these three brothers have.”—Twinsie Talk

“I can’t wait to dive into more of the Caldwell brothers’ stories.”—The Book Enthusiast

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Billy Jeffers is LIVE plus an EPIC Release Giveaway!

BILLY JEFFERS IS LIVE!

Billy Jeffers, pianist, never dreamed of being in a rock band, yet he reluctantly agreed to help a friend start one: Steel Total Destruction. Then, at a Miami club one night, the front man was injured and unable to play lead guitar. Therefore, Billy quickly learned and was then thrust into a spotlight he never wanted.

Madison, lead singer Memphis Black’s sassy twenty-year-old sister, left college to work for Forever Four. She has felt an intense attraction toward Billy from the first time she laid eyes on him. She even makes it apparent, but he brushes off every attempt she makes.

When his world starts crumbling apart, the band’s nice guy becomes deliciously bad. Will he use Madison’s attraction toward him to seduce her into keeping her mouth shut? Or will she reveal the secret that could crush the bond Billy has with Steel Total Destruction and Forever Four?

Hearts will be broken, hate f*cks will be had, friendships will be tested, and all hell will break loose.

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I never wanted to be part of a band. From age three, I have been a pianist, and I excel at it. Regardless, it was not something I wanted to do as a career. I wanted to run my own business like my father.

I don’t love the stage and all the attention it brings like Memphis does. Music doesn’t live in me, and it’s not necessary to breathe like it is for Finn. I don’t crave the constant party, a warm body in my bed, or the distraction like River does.

Quite frankly, some of the warm bodies I have woken up to after too much partying have almost horrified me. Not because they aren’t attractive, but because, when they open their mouths to speak, I feel like I have lost a few hundred brain cells just from being in their presence.

I am attracted to women who are well-read, educated, and who can hold an intelligent conversation, a woman who dresses nicely and focuses on presentation. I value manners, confidence, and someone who isn’t overtly sexual.

I like women who are not drama because I have it in droves with my bandmates.

Madison Black—our lead singer Memphis’s sister, the travel coordinator for Steel Total Destruction, and in my case, resident cock tease—is drama. She nonstop checks me out, makes sexual innuendos, and acts like a little, spoiled brat when she doesn’t get her way.

I know she has gone through some troubled times—her parents’ divorce and the fact that her father was screwing around with her best friend’s father—but that is no excuse to act outlandish. Memphis and his mother seem to be fine, and she never mentions it, so I just assume that’s her nature.

Madison Black is beautiful—stunning, actually. She is without a doubt sexy. She has an hourglass shape; long, black, perfect waves of hair; and blue eyes framed by thick, black lashes that do nothing but make them shine even more.

If I allow myself the indulgence of watching her bend over a desk, a counter, using any excuse to shove her tight, little peach of an ass in the air whenever I am around, my dick chubs up in the blink of an eye.

She also has a habit of bending over, facing me, whenever I’m in front of her, flashing a peek of whatever lacy, little bra she has cupping her tits that day. I swear she never has the same one on. I wonder if there is a bra of the day club. If there is, there also must be a panty of the day club because, I shit you not, whenever she flashes me a peek, they match.

She makes my life … hard.

I would never fuck a friend’s sister or someone I work with. I would never date a woman who acts like she does. Do I want a woman to let loose in bed? Of course I do. What I don’t want is a woman others view as loose.

She used to pout, sticking out her bottom lip like a petulant child, when I avoided her, but lately, she has switched it all up and become a straight-up, little bitch.

My hands are normally clenched when she is around. I have to fight the urge to send her to the corner, to a time-out chair, or bend her over my knee and spank her ass.

Often, I find myself giving her a ride from whatever party we are attending since I normally am the only sober one. She used to be chatty, so fucking chatty. She would go on and on about music or the parties she went to when she was in college, before quitting and coming to work for Forever Four. Apparently, she and her friends would see how many guys they could make-out with, and whoever won didn’t have to do a damn thing, not even make her bed. And, as Madison Black says, she never lost. She bragged about it! Unreal.

If she wasn’t Memphis’s sister, I would ask her to lift her skirt so I could make sure she is truly a female.

When I started making her use the simplest manners, like “please” when she demanded a ride or “thank you” when I dropped her off, she seemed annoyed, pissed, even bratty. Not that I give a damn, but I would like peace in the workplace.

Over the past few weeks, she stepped up the brattiness and hit straight-up bitch. She glares at me, ignores me, does everything she can to avoid me, and when she and I have to be in the same room together, I can feel her stare at me. When I look toward her, she looks away. Then she has the audacity to wait until I watch for two seconds before she looks at me and rolls her eyes as if I have done something to offend her.

Yes, Madison Black is a spoiled, rotten, manner-less, little bitch whose face I have to stare at every day. Even worse, I have to be nice when others are around. Why? Because I am Billy Jeffers, resident nice guy.

I shake my head as I place the picture we all took together after River’s wedding on the mantle of my new place. I moved out of the beach house and River, Keeana, and their little one now call it home.

I walk out on the balcony and look out over the Atlantic Ocean. I feel a calm that I haven’t felt in the nearly two years since this all began, since right before I graduated college.

I stay outside, taking in the view as I smile to myself, thinking about having the ability to sit on my sofa, watch whatever movie I choose, hold my laptop wide open, and not worry about anyone seeing what I am looking at.

Now that everything is unpacked and in its rightful place, I am going to make myself dinner, play the piano for a bit, and then sit on the sofa and watch a movie. I won’t get these days too often, but when I do, I will relish them.

I walk in and look around. There are no empty cans or bottles, no one is passed out on the couch from last night’s party, and there is no major crisis going on. There is me, myself, and I.

The apartment has an open floor plan. The dining and kitchen area are separated by a large island with four stools so guests can sit and see all the way through the place. It has two bedrooms, three baths, and plenty of peace and quiet.

My phone rings, disrupting that peace and quiet. I look at the screen and see it’s Memphis.

“Hello,” I answer.

“It’s me. I was wondering if, after all these years, you’d like to meet—”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I bite out, annoyed.

“—to go over everything. They say—”

“You’re serious right now with the Adele song?”

“Hello from the outside,” he bellows out then laughs. “We’re standing at your door. Tales made you dinner, and Mads brought you a house warming gift.”

I hang up the phone and answer the door.

Tales smiles, holding up a picnic basket as she walks in and kicks her shoes off. Memphis hands me a bottle of scotch, and Madison waltzes past me with a basketful of objects that I can’t quite see since she walks by too fast, but I do smell the cock tease perfume she’s wearing. It’s the kind that makes you want to lean in and smell it just to be able to decipher the scent. Is it floral or a light musk? Maybe a mix between both?

“You coming?” Memphis asks, wearing his signature grin.

“Yes. Yes, of course.” I close the door and turn around, trying to ignore the scent still wafting through the air.

Memphis sits at the island while Tales goes through every cupboard, trying to find the dishes.

I walk over and open the door left of the oven, and she smiles.

“Thanks. Hope you don’t mind us making ourselves at home.”

I may mind, but I certainly wouldn’t say it. I had plans, big plans that included alone time.

“He doesn’t mind,” Memphis says. “Do you, man?”

“Of course not. Let me take your coats.”

Tales shrugs hers off and hands it to me. She then pushes up her sleeves and looks around. “Silverware?”

“Next to the dishwasher,” I answer as I walk over to take Memphis’s vest. Then I walk over to Madison who is standing in the middle of the room, eyeballing my place. “Madison, may I take your jacket?”

She shrugs and unties the red trench coat. “You need some pictures, knickknacks … things.” She points to my empty mantle, and I see her mind working.

“I’m still not fully unpacked.” I am terrified she will offer her design help.

She hands me her coat, her blue eyes looking into mine.

“I’ve got it all under control. No need for—”

“I wasn’t offering,” she huffs quietly before turning and walking over toward Tales. Her face softens, and she smiles. “Tallia, what can I do to help?” With her eyebrow raised, she quickly glances at me.

Little brat.

I hang the coats in the coat closet and turn back around.

“Dinner is ready.” Tales smiles as she sets the plates on the table.

Memphis sets down the basket and pulls out a casserole dish. “Chicken Florentine, Italian bread…” When he pauses and winks, I know he’s up to something.

“Don’t forget the tossed salad.” Tales smiles.

“Baby, I would never forget the delectable tossed salad.”

Her cheeks burn bright red.

“Pig,” Madison says and giggles.

Tallia looks at her, mortified.

I look at Memphis, who is grinning, clearly happy with himself that he has made them both uncomfortable. Yet another difference between me and my bandmates. I would never try to embarrass my woman in public. What happens in the bedroom between lovers is no one else’s business.

“Do you give back?” Madison asks Tales, and I want to send her to the corner, ground her, bend her over my knee, spank her ass, and send her to bed without dinner. It’s inexcusable behavior for the petulant child who is Madison Black.

To distract myself as well as stop myself from acting ungrateful for the meal Tales made, I grab a carafe and fill it with water, then set it on the glass-top dining room table. Then I go back to grab glasses.

I take in a deep breath and attempt to stow the irritation it brings me when I sit next to her, praying she has some table manners. Though, Madison is already sitting in a skirt cross-legged.

I slide my plate toward me and lean back in my chair, shielding my eyes from the deep red strip of silk that’s in contrast to the black skirt that I was pleasantly surprised by when she threw her coat at me. That is, until she sat down and did whatever the hell it is she is doing, blatantly fucking with me.

I take a bite and close my eyes. “Delicious,” I say then look at Tales and check to see if either of them notice Madison’s little display; they don’t. They are always too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else when not at work. “You are a great cook. I appreciate it.”

“Thanks. It was a joint effort.” She nods to Madison, and I look at her.

“You helped?”

What does she do? She looks at me with her eyebrow raised, and I swear she spreads her legs a little more, showing me more of the red, silk panties covering her pussy.

I look up to see she has a shit-eating grin on her face before it changes to a look of annoyance. I look away, hoping like hell her brother or Tales didn’t catch her little public display of inappropriate behavior.

The rest of the dinner is now ruined. I can’t focus on anything except my utter disgust at her and at myself for wanting to scold her ass with my bare fucking hand.

Later, I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to fall asleep, but I can’t. All I can think about is how the hell I am going to get as far away from that little cock tease as possible. She pisses me off, and she does it intentionally.

Fuck her.

Fuck this lifestyle.

I need to make a change … soon.

But first, I have this to deal with.

I throw the covers back and look down, disgusted with myself.

“That’s never gonna happen.” I wrap my hand around my hard dick. “This will have to do.”

It’s Sunday morning, and I have nothing planned. After my post-run shower, I throw on my bathrobe, grab my key from my nightstand, and head to my office.

I unlock then open the door, and my breath almost falters as I look around. On the desk are three computer screens, my computer, and shelves lined with my most prized possessions. My collectibles.

I pull out the leather, overstuffed chair and sink down in it. Then I turn on all the monitors and rub my hands together as I wait for the computer to boot up.

“This is the perfect way to spend a Sunday.”

I stroke the keys on the computer’s keyboard and watch as the screens come to life.

I get a new kind of rush, the ultimate for a man like me. The numbers light up, and I swear I chub up a little.

“Show me how much we’ve made today, baby. Show Daddy what we’ve got.”

After an hour, I am almost satisfied … almost. I decide to move around some money. I even decide to be a little less conservative by taking a chance on some new penny stocks, which is very out of the box for me.

I push back in my chair and spin so I can look at my collection.

Priceless.

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RIVER JAMES is LIVE plus giveaway-mania

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When he fell in love, he fell hard. When he lost her, he lost his will.

Drugs, sex, and rock and roll—in that order—became his life.

River James, the drummer for Steel Total Destruction, loved the brotherhood he formed with his unlikely best friend, the band mates from Steel Total Destruction, and the family he found in his label, Forever Four.

Then one tragic accident takes it all away in the blink of an eye. Twisted metal, shattered bones, crushed dreams, and torn wreckage causes deep, dark secrets to be revealed. One collision causes him to lose all hope, with no one but himself to blame.

Now facing harsh realities, which have never been one of River’s strengths, he turns to the sure things in life: drugs and women who oh so willingly give themselves to a tall, dark, and tattooed rocker like him.

Will he find himself in the wreckage of twisted metal and crushed dreams? Or will he lose his way in the smoke and debris?

The first person in her family to graduate from high school and college, Keanna Sutton is flying high on her accomplishments and hard work. She has the career and man of her dreams … or so she thought until she finds out he is cheating on her. Ending the relationship, she begins rebuilding her shattered self-esteem.

Then a chance run-in with a tall, dark, and handsome, silver-tongued drummer tests her strength and ability to hold her own tongue while trying to ignore the implausible attraction to a man she knows will be no good for her.

Now a second run in at O’Donnell’s pub while under the influence of drink, music, friends, and a fight makes Keanna throw caution to the wind, and she finds herself getting rocked the only way a badass like River can: hard and nasty.

Will the hottest night of her life end there? Or will she lose herself in a man who gives no promises except the lady always comes first?

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10 Days of Giveaways and Chapter One of River James

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Chapter One

“Grab me that Thermos?” I ask the girl we call Yaya, pointing to the floor of my new ride. I haven’t needed a vehicle in years. I’m too fucked up to drive most of the time, anyway, so why bother?

Finn, my best friend of over six years, is fucking shit up, not that it should surprise me. He has done it before. Now, because he doesn’t want to be around Yaya, I have to leave the party celebrating the end of our first headline tour to get her back to Taelyn and Xavier’s Steels’. X is the owner of our band’s management and production label, and his mom, or Momma Joe as we all call her, is watching their kid and Sonya’s—Yaya—four-year-old boy Noah.

We come to a stoplight, and I pour a cup into the Thermos cap and offer it to her. Her hand comes up and hits the cup.

“Fuck!” I yell as the hot liquid soaks through my shirt and hits my skin.

“Oh, River, I am so, so sorry,” she tells me.

“No big deal,” I lie. It fucking hurts! “Take the cup?”

I hand it to her then pull my shirt over my head, dab up as much of the spill on me as I can, and then reach in the back to grab a sweatshirt and pull it on over my head.

“See? All better.” I wink and look up as the light turns green.

When we get to the next light and stop, I look over. “It’s no big—” I stop when I see her looking at me strangely, waiting for her to say whatever it is she has going on in her mind.

“Was that tattoo a Joker?” she asks.

“Yeah.” I smile and nod, then look back at the light.

“How old is it?”

“Fucked up question, Yaya. Most people ask, ‘did it hurt?’ ‘What does it mean?’ ‘Why the fuck would you do that?’ “ I chuckle.

“Did it hurt?”

“It didn’t tickle.” I smirk as the light turns green.

“What does it mean?” she starts in on the same damn questions I fed her as I pull forward.

“It’s someone I knew a long time ago,” I answer truthfully. “She never smiled, so I gave a nickname that made no fucking sense, because she didn’t make any sense.”

She is quiet and then asks, “Did you love her?”

I laugh out loud. “Sixteen-year-old boys who get a blow job for the first time think they love whoever’s mouth is involved, Yaya.”

“You were sixteen?”

“Yep. First blow job one night and fucking her the next.” I should stop, but why? It feels good to talk about her, and it’s not like anyone would have a fucking clue who it’s about, anyway. She is dead, so is the baby, and no one is any the wiser. I have to live with that all by myself. Well, me and weed, pills, or whatever I need to use take my mind off it.

I stop at another stoplight and look over, and she is looking at me like she is in shock.

“You okay?” I almost laugh, but she is in a state, Finn just having sent her away and all.

She shakes her head back and forth for a few seconds then asks, “Does Finn know about you and Jesse?”

As a car beeps its horn behind me, I look away from her and hit the gas. My breath is immediately lost as I accelerate. The wind has just been knocked out of me.

Her hands come up and grab the dashboard. “Please slow down. You are making me nervous.”

The light turns from yellow to red, and I hit the brakes hard while throwing my hand out in front of her to stop her from hitting the dash.

“River,” she voices quietly.

I still can’t talk, can’t say shit.

“He would understand if he—”

“Like hell he would!” And with that admission, years of undiluted, suppressed anger and emotion boil over. “He’s sending you away because you know about her. Can you fucking imagine—”

“He’s sending me away because—” she begins, but I cut her off.

I don’t care. I don’t fucking care.

“I hated him,” I seethe. “For six fucking months, I hated him and didn’t even know who the fuck he was.”

The way she looks at me … The fucking look on her face is one of confusion, of pain, then of understanding.

Bright lights hit my peripheral, and then her look changes to horror.

“River, look out!” she screams.

The sound of the collision is deafening; the unbelievable pain from the steel crushing me is agonizing. Glass rains in on me while metal tears at my flesh. The smell of burning rubber and smoking brakes causes immediate nausea. The copper taste of my own blood intensifies the sickness in my stomach.

I look at her face while I close in on her, terrified I will crush her. She scrunches her eyes shut. Then I feel her hand grasp mine tightly. She screams something, but I can’t hear a damn thing.

“You’re gonna be okay,” I repeat over and over, wanting to believe it, needing it to be true.

I can’t lose her…

I can’t lose Jesse…

Blackness consumes me.

*****

“Get the fuck out of here! I’m fucking done! Did you hear the fucking surgeon, man? I’m fucked, totally fucked. I can’t feel my goddamned hand! Just get the fuck out!” I scream at Billy and Memphis to leave me alone. However, they don’t, so I grab the bedpan with my right hand and chuck it at them. “Piss off, fuckers! I fucking quit!”

They leave.

I lie in bed, hitting the button in hopes the automatic drip on the morphine isn’t shut off. I want more. I want to sleep. I want it all to go away.

Then I hear them.

“Man, don’t go in there,” Memphis warns. “He’s wrecked.”

Finn comes back with, “Didn’t plan on it.”

Fuck him. Fuck him!

“I fucking hear you, Beckett! Stop being a bitch and face me like a man!” I scream in hopes of egging him on. I want him to feel the hate I suppressed for years. I want him to hurt like I do.

“Changed my mind,” he states before walking through the door.

I lift my arm to him. “You fucking did this! You are the reason this happened! ‘Take care of the girl.’ Isn’t that what I do for you? Isn’t that what I have always fucking done for you?!”

“If you’re referring to Jesse, you didn’t take care of shit. She OD’d. She was pregnant with my kid and she died,” he yells, his fists balled at his sides.

“You sure it was your kid? My dick was in her, too, Beckett. My kid could have been growing inside her. Whoever’s it was fucked her up. She was—”

“You’re all sorts of willing to share that you were fucking my girlfriend now. Why the fuck did you wait six fucking years?”

Contempt covers his face, the same contempt I buried deep inside of me for him. Contempt once overshadowed by recognition and pain is now unearthed and raw again.

“You wouldn’t let her get rid of it. I begged her to. She wasn’t ready for a kid any more than you or I were. She deserved to live her life, but you had to fucking preach to her. Do the right thing? The right thing for who, you or Jesse?!”

“Six years, River. Six fucking years of lies, you son of a bitch. Six years, I trusted you like a brother, and for six years, you felt this way toward me?”

“No, motherfucker, I loved you. I felt the same burn inside as you did after losing her. I didn’t know who you were mourning over a pile of coke. I just knew you lost something. When I figured it out, there wasn’t shit I could do about it. But you stand there, judging me—”

“I intend on doing just that. I wish you the best, but you and I, we are nothing.”

His words fuck my feelings … hard. Not a good mix: narcotics, emotions, and pain.

“Fuck you and fuck the bitch you’re putting it in!” I scream.

He takes a step toward me, wanting to strike, and I want him to. Something comes over him, though, and as quick as he was to step, he turns and walks out the door.

“Find a replacement or I’m done,” I hear him say.

“You shitting me? Find a replacement? Motherfucker has a year of therapy and surgeries ahead of him; don’t walk now. He needs you—not me, not Billy. He needs you to tell him you understand, that you—”

“No. Find a replacement or I’m out.” Finn’s voice drifts off, and so do I.

Feels like Propofol.

I’m five when I wake up because they are fighting. Mom and Dad always do. This time, he doesn’t fight back, and she is screaming for him to leave.

I stand at the top of the stairs, looking down as the last of the party guests leave. When the last one is out the door, he walks past her. I can’t see him under the stairs. I just see her. She stumbles a bit in her heels, the ones she bought this morning when she dragged me to the shoe store again.

They were high, and she smiled at herself as she turned in the mirror. “Do you think he’ll like them, River? Do you think Daddy will think I look pretty in these?”

I smiled and nodded. “You’re beautiful, Mommy.”

As she kicks off the red heels and throws them against the wall, he reappears with his suitcase—no, there are two. He isn’t going on a business trip this time. I know it, and so does she.

Her fists hit his shoulders as she sobs. “Why am I not enough? Why?!”

He brushes her hands away easily. “Get yourself together, Gloria. You’re a mess. No man wants a messy woman.”

“Whores!” she cries. “They’re all whores, Robert.”

He walks past her, shaking his head.

“Please don’t go. We can work this out.”

His pace doesn’t slow.

“What about River? Do you want his life to fall apart?” comes out with obvious desperation.

“He’ll be fine. He is half James,” he replies as his hand hits the door knob.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

“Don’t worry, Gloria; I will still feed your … shoe addiction.”

Before he closes the door behind him, she hurls one of the red heels and just misses him.

“Pathetic,” I hear him murmur.

With that, she crumbles to the floor in a pool of silky black material, sobbing.

I wait until I can no longer see the lights of his car as he pulls out of the driveway before running down the stairs to her.

“Mommy,” I whisper as I throw myself into her arms.

“I’m so sorry, River. I am so sorry I couldn’t make him stay,” she says against my cheek.

I wake in the morning to music playing through the surround sound. When I walk downstairs, I see two boxes by the door full of shoes, her beautiful high-heeled shoes. I walk toward the source of the music—Dad’s home gym—where she is on her TreadClimber.

She looks at me as I enter the room and smiles. “Good morning, handsome,” she greets without breaking her stride.

“Morning, Mommy. Who is this?” I point up so she knows I am asking about the music.

“Nirvana,” she answers, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“His name is Nirvana?” I ask.

“No, his name is Kurt Cobain.”

“Is he your friend?”

“No, he’s a rock star—well, was.”

“Did he quit?”

“No, he died three years ago yesterday—April 5th, 1994.”

“That’s sad, Mommy.”

She smiles. “Sometimes, things happen that we can’t change.” She increases her speed. “Sometimes, change is bad, and sometimes, change is good.” I recognize the sadness through her smile.

“Your shoes are in boxes.”

“I don’t need them anymore. The shoes don’t make the girl, River. The girl makes the shoes. Mommy is going to change herself, get herself back. Mommy is going to be beautiful again.”

“You don’t need to change. You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby, but the mirror doesn’t lie, and I don’t like what it’s telling me. Why don’t you go and see what Ms. Nancy has for you for breakfast?”

“Aren’t you gonna eat with me?” I ask because she always does.

“No, baby, not today.”

I wait a few moments until I realize that, this time she means it.

*****

I wake to see Taelyn Steel sitting beside my hospital room bed, typing on her iPad. Usually, seeing her makes me happy. Today, I want to send her away.

“You don’t need to be here.” My throat hurts when I say it.

She looks at me with sadness in her eyes, so I close mine. I don’t want to see it.

“The specialist will be here soon.”

I clear my throat. “That doesn’t mean you need to be.” I hope I don’t have to be a complete dick to make her leave.

“You’re not gonna be alone, so stop trying to push me. Your mother will be here in a few—”

“My, what?” My eyes pop open, fixing a glare on her.

“She’s your moth—”

“You shouldn’t have called her,” I growl, hitting the call button.

“You need people, River. You are gonna get through this and—”

People. Fuck people. People mean pain, the kind that hurts inside. I hate it almost as much as I hate my mother.

“I need fucking drugs!” I shout as the nurse walks in.

I turn to the nurse. “What can you give me? On a scale of one to ten, my pain is at a twenty,” I answer the question I know is coming. They ask every time.

I hear a message alert and look at Taelyn. Her eyes leave the screen and shift to me.

I shake my head, knowing damn well Gloria has arrived.

The nurse removes the blood pressure cuff she strapped on when she came in, directing my attention back to her.

“Hit me with whatever you have, and hit me hard.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” she promises. She’s new. I haven’t seen her yet in the past three days I have been here, which means she hasn’t been exposed to my outbursts.

When I look her up and down, she blushes.

Then I look to see Taelyn standing by the door and leaning toward the nurse.

“I want a sponge bath with special attention paid to my cock.”

The nurse’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t look pissed.

“See what you can do.” I tell her.

“Um, maybe later?”

“Make it happen.” I lean back and close my eyes. “I really need it.”

“I’ll be back,” she says in a naughty kind of way.

“I’ll make sure you get yours, too,” I promise.

When the nurse leaves, I clear my voice, getting Taelyn’s attention. “Get rid of her,” I demand, talking about my mother.

“Let’s just see—”

“Taelyn, I have mad respect for you, but I am telling you that I am in no shape to deal with her.” I close my eyes and hit the call button again.

“You have done so well, River—”

“Taelyn—”

The nurse comes in again and interrupts. She doesn’t say anything, just shoots something in the IV. “This should help.”

I feel the sting of the narcotic as it enters my vein. Then the burn blazes through me until nothing else matters.

My eyes grow heavy, and I smile. She smiles back and winks.

“Better?” Taelyn asks.

“Yeah,” I respond then ask the nurse, “How long will this stay in my system? The other shit wears off too damn fast.”

“It should last four hours, Mr. James.”

“Good.” I won’t have to deal with Gloria. “Thanks.”

I hear her heels click across the tiles on the hospital floor. I smell her musky perfume, and I hear her full of shit voice.

“My boy.”

I keep my eyes closed, hoping she gets bored, thinking I am asleep, but then I flinch when she touches my face. I despise her.

I know she’s wearing fur because I feel it against my cheek as she draws her hand back.

“Thank you, Mrs. Steel, for calling me. I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you. I was out of the country, and reception is horrible in Guadalupe. Thank God Herbert has his help run into town and check our calls when we are otherwise disposed.”

Herbert, husband number five, is on year seven. He has lasted longer than the rest of them. Coincidence? I think not. Fucker is rich as hell.

Husband two, Juan, was the fucking neighbor’s pool boy until dear old Mom realized his business didn’t make bank like Fathers always did. He was actually the easiest to live with. Husband three, Skipper, was a fucking fat bastard who came from money and slept all day. When he wasn’t asleep, he was yelling for me to get him a drink or food or the remote. Lazy fuck. The fucking slob would have stuck around, too, if dear old Mom hadn’t found Henry, who was a fucking scumbag police officer, living off a healthy-ass trust fund. I’m certain she sucked him off to get out of a ticket, because I once heard her tell Skipper she got a ticket and needed two grand for fees and fines. Then she came home with the lips of a Kardashian.

None of her men let her go without. She was treated like the queen she thought she was while she looked the other way when shit was not right.

Henry, her fourth husband, was the worst. He was a monster—worse than a monster because monsters aren’t real.

“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“If it wasn’t for my boy, I would have found it very hard to leave my husband, but River is worth it,” Gloria bullshits.

“He has a long road to recovery, but I am sure he’ll pull out of it just fine.”

“How long exactly?”

God, I hate that woman. I don’t give a fuck if she pushed me out of her vag. I hope that shit hurt. I hope it still does.

“The nurse said possibly four months,” Taelyn answers, “which is much better than the year they originally told us.”

“Oh.” Her response hangs in the air.

No way is Gloria going to leave if I don’t say something. Therefore, I clear my throat and open my eyes.

“Oh, honey,” Gloria cries, bending down for a kiss, but I move my head, and she gets my cheek. Her eyes shift from me to Taelyn and back. “Tell me what I can do for you.”

“Nothing,” I answer, looking at Taelyn who seems perplexed. “I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will.” Gloria again reaches out to touch my cheek, and I flinch.

She glances at Taelyn. “My son is too old for—”

“I’m going to sleep. I’ll call you if I need anything,” I say as I let the drugs take hold.

“I should get a hotel,” she says in her show voice.

“No, I’ll call if I need anything,” I grumble.

I fall asleep, listening to her spew bullshit to Taelyn about how she wished I would let her stay, but boys will be boys. I allow it because I just want her to go the fuck away. Besides, it wouldn’t matter if I told her that shit. The one time I told her what I knew she could already see, she didn’t listen. I told her I wanted to go and live with my father, and she wouldn’t even call him.

Never again.

Feels like morphine.

I’m fifteen years old with full access to the world. It is literally at my fingertips.

The Internet, every adolescent boy’s filthy dream and dirty, little secret. A boy who comes from a “privileged” lifestyle has that shit tenfold. Cell phone with unlimited data, a laptop with the same, mix that up with the smarts to erase my browser history and disable cookies to boot, and you have a kid whose hormones are on steroids.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Henry, Mom’s fourth husband grumbles as he walks in my room.

I jump and adjust myself through my sweatpants. Then I quickly minimize the screen so he can’t see what it is I am actually doing.

“Goddamned kid doesn’t even have hair on his balls yet and he’s jerking off.” He stumbles over to me. Obviously, the smoke has worn off, and he turned to the bottle.

“Fuck you,” I mumble under my breath as I stand as tall as my five-foot-six ass can.

“What did you just say to me?” He grabs me by the back of my neck and pushes me down across my desk. “Someone oughta teach you a lesson.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss as I try to stand up, but he’s too fucking big, too damn strong.

“Stay down and take what is coming to you.”

I continue to struggle while he pushes harder, his body leaning over mine. I hear the clank of his belt buckle, and then he grips the back of my neck hard, mashing my face into the keyboard on my desk.

My pants get yanked down, and then the leather belt hits my back when I try to escape. Then it hits my ass.

I cry out in pain as his malicious laugh grows deeper.

I yell for my mother, scream for her.

One hand covers my mouth, and then …

“No! No! Please no!” My scream is in vain.

I plead to God for my end.

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Cover Reveal: River James (Rockers Of Steel #3)

I am thrilled to share the cover of River James by M.J. Fields today!
River James is the third book in the Rockers of Steel series and is releasing everywhere on January 31, 2016!

Meet hot as sin River James…

When he fell in love, he fell hard. When he lost her, he lost his will. Drugs, sex, and rock and roll—in that order—became his life.

River James, the drummer for Steel Total Destruction, loved the brotherhood he formed with his unlikely best friend, the band mates from Steel Total Destruction, and the family he found in his label, Forever Four. Then one tragic accident takes it all away in the blink of an eye. Twisted metal, shattered bones, crushed dreams, and torn wreckage causes deep, dark secrets to be revealed. One collision causes him to lose all hope, with no one but himself to blame. Now facing harsh realities, which have never been one of River’s strengths, he turns to the sure things in life: drugs and women who oh so willingly give themselves to a tall, dark, and tattooed rocker like him. Will he find himself in the wreckage of twisted metal and crushed dreams? Or will he lose his way in the smoke and debris?

The first person in her family to graduate from high school and college, Keanna Sutton is flying high on her accomplishments and hard work. She has the career and man of her dreams…or so she thought until she finds out he is cheating on her. Ending the relationship, she begins rebuilding her shattered self-esteem. Then a chance run-in with a tall, dark, and handsome, silver-tongued drummer tests her strength and ability to hold her own tongue while trying to ignore the implausible attraction to a man she knows will be no good for her. Now a second run in at O’Donnell’s pub while under the influence of drink, music, friends, and a fight makes Keanna throw caution to the wind, and she finds herself getting rocked the only way a badass like River can: hard and nasty. Will the hottest night of her life end there? Or will she lose herself in a man who gives no promises except the lady always comes — first?

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Goodbye 2015….Hello 2016

It has been one hell of a year.

My writer life has far exceeded any expectations I had when I wrote my very first book, Blue Love, three years ago.

I’ve said it a time or two but I had NO idea what I was doing, never even knew what a book blog was, lol. (Boy was I missing out!) I used Google, (yep, good old Google.)

I learned to format an e-book, make my own (shitty) cover and how to upload to Smashword, then I sat back and watched… and then I learned I could upload directly to Amazon and everything went crazy.

Three years in and my entire life has changed.

2015 was a year that will never be forgotten. Good and bad will stay with me forever, and if you know me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.   

Professional highlights

Making the USA Today Bestseller list, a few times (yep I just kicked my feet as I wrote that…side note, I had no idea what the hell that was three years ago either, lol).
Writing a kick ass series with Chelsea Camaron, that when opportunity knocked, (Loveswept, Penguin Random House) we decided together to take a stab at traditional publishing.
Publishing 10 books in 2015 (Dominic, Eroe, Sabato, Irons 2, Irons 3, Raising Steel, Hendrix, Morrison, Memphis Black, and Finn Beckett.)
Attending, signings in Tampa, Cleveland, Mystic, NYC, Dallas, Nashville, and Huntington.  
Getting to meet some amazing people, make memories, host a couple parties, laughing with many of you, and yes some of you made me cry. (Happy tears of course)
Co writing and publishing a YA book with my, then eleven year old daughter.

Personal Highlights

Watching my girl sing on stage at Carnegie Hall with the middle school honors choir.
Seeing her shine as Miss Hannigan in Annie, (on the same stage I stood on when I was her age… except she could have kicked my ass all over it)
Watching her sing, so many moments all took my breath away
Co writing and publishing a YA book with my, then eleven year old daughter. (Yes it’s both personal and professional)
Showing her, my little one, that her Momma is strong.
Meeting some amazing women, who I once called virtual friends, who are now so much more than that.
Talking, texting, messaging and getting to know each and every one of those who have reached out to me.

My work, job, career, whatever we call it is more than that. It sometimes is very personal. I am so very glad to have you all a part of my life and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love and support you have given me.

For that I am truly blessed. 2016 is not only going to be a new year, but it will be a new beginning in a way. I decided I would not make resolutions this year. I will set a goal that encompasses everything I need, want, and desire in my life…balance. I have everything lined up perfectly to make that happen.

My wish, dream, prayer, desire, for all of you is the same.

Love and balance, MJ Fields

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