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May 6, 2017
Wild Country by HJ Bellus
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WILD COUNTRY
by USA Today Bestselling Author HJ Bellus
The Country Duet #1
New Adult Contemporary Romance
BASED ON A TRUE STORY.
Some have it all.
Hunter Yates truly does.
He’s humble and kind, even though he has it all. It’s his small town roots that keep him grounded. He’s a simple man from a small town with a heart of gold. Perfection carved from beauty.
As he sets off in the world, it’s his humble beginnings that keep his boots planted on the ground. Hunter finds himself amidst a toxic relationship. He struggles to get out of it, but it’s his heart that keeps him from letting go.
All he ever knew were the ways of Sweetwater Ranch, until the day he left for college. The world is a brutal place and his heart and soul are one and the same with the wild country. A ranch boy, who has everything, but gives everything at the same time.
When it’s time to decide, does he go with his heart, or the worries of everyone else?
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April 29, 2017
Behind The Words HJ Bellus
“Wow I literally just threw my kindle at that ending it leaves you screaming and wanting more!”
–READER
I don’t know where to even start here. The journey I’m on right now writing The Country Duet has been amazing and pushed me as an author. The facts behind the story…
-It’s Based on a True Story
-There is a Dave and a Hunter. Their adventures are one hundred percent true. In fact, I had to even tone down a certain scene due to its graphic nature.
-The story is DIFFERENT from an HJB book. There is a love story weaved into the tale of a young man’s journey at college. However, I wanted to write this book, so it’s suitable for a wider variety of readers. In fact, Hunter has a younger sister who is a junior in high school, and she told me she wanted to read the book. I made it so she could.
“There is romance, but the steam level has been turned down several degrees from what the author usually writes. That did not take anything away from how much I enjoyed this book. Wild Country is a fast-paced book, but it is well developed with lots and lots of storyline.”– READER
★★★COUNTRY DUET★★★
Book 1- Wild Country
Release Date: May 8th
Book 2- Back Country
Release Date: June 1st
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Some have it all.
Hunter Yates truly does.
He’s humble and kind, even though he has it all. It’s his small town roots that keep him grounded. He’s a simple man from a small town with a heart of gold. Perfection carved from beauty.
As he sets off in the world, it’s his humble beginnings that keep his boots planted on the ground. Hunter finds himself amidst a toxic relationship. He struggles to get out of it, but it’s his heart that keeps him from letting go.
All he ever knew were the ways of Sweetwater Ranch, until the day he left for college. The world is a brutal place and his heart and soul are one and the same with the wild country. A ranch boy, who has everything, but gives everything at the same time.
When it’s time to decide, does he go with his heart, or the worries of everyone else?
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April 17, 2017
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Hart Richards has never found home.
Sure, he was raised in a house…but it was far from a home.
He thought he’d found it in the Army, only to have his world shattered along with his band of brothers.
Hart settled in a small-town in Montana until the inevitable happened.
The call he dreaded the most…
His mom was dying and he needed to return to the place he grew up.
Leaving his business behind to his best friend Cub, he set out on a long road trip back to Nashville.
The endless road, his only solace as the miles ticked by.
His soul in his pocket travelled aimlessly…
Hart had no idea what was waiting for him back in Nashville. The Traveller’s adventure may turn into his reality.
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The Traveller HJ Bellus
THE TRAVELLER by HJ Bellus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hart Richards has never found home.
Sure, he was raised in a house…but it was far from a home.
He thought he’d found it in the Army, only to have his world shattered along with his band of brothers.
Hart settled in a small-town in Montana until the inevitable happened.
The call he dreaded the most…
His mom was dying and he needed to return to the place he grew up.
Leaving his business behind to his best friend Cub, he set out on a long road trip back to Nashville.
The endless road, his only solace as the miles ticked by.
His soul in his pocket travelled aimlessly…
Hart had no idea what was waiting for him back in Nashville. The Traveller’s adventure may turn into his reality.
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Londa, who I’m sure used to wipe my nuts clean, sends me a wink while balancing a tray of drinks. Then Liza, who I’m also sure cleaned my crack, hugs me, but I do my best to follow the queen to the bar. I saddle up to a stool while she rounds behind the bar. She goes straight into bartending mode while checking on the rest of the bar. Her entertainment is up on the stage singing away, the crowd is legit, and she’s slinging out drinks.
Peaches slides me a whiskey neat then another. Before I know it, the tip of my black work boot is tapping to the country music blaring throughout the small, crowded bar. Being perched at the end of the bar where the waitresses put in orders has its own perks.
Hello, cowboy boots and shorty shorts while slinging drinks. My mind eases, wiping away all the worries and real life stress as each drink goes down. Peaches leans in every once in awhile letting me know my drink tab, but I just wave her on like I’m going to pay. Her pussy jokes are about to backfire and I smirk as I down the fourth drink.
“Excuse me.” A shoulder nudges mine.
When I look up to the movement, I come eye to eye with a raven-haired beauty. I’m clearly in her space, but the foggy cloud in my judgment is overpowering. She’s pretty, like a shiny nickel pretty.
I stare like a stark ass fool. Her emerald eyes hypnotize me something fierce. I should speak, but it seems all I can do is stare. I know what Tristan, the well-hung hero in the romance books, would do and I know what that badass biker, Trace, would do, yet, I just stare at her, getting drunker on her looks.
“Sit up.” She bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the rest of her message.
I guess dickhead, asshole, or fuckface would follow, but she refrains from using any of these terms all the while plastering on her poker face while trying to get more drinks from the bar.
“Help me.” I can Goddamn right sit up on my own, but her touch would be nice.
“Okay.” She shakes her head, apparently not amused by me.
That’s when I see her tits and my God are they a perfect set of tits. Motherfucking titties. I need my palms, lips, and mouth on those arts of perfection. It’s all about admiration for the perfect work of art. I’m all about being a professor of art and respecting the subject.
My clear admiration of the beauty before me is abruptly interrupted when the stool my ass is perched on is kicked out from underneath me. My ass lands hard on the wood floor. Peering back up at her I finally catch a smile gracing her lips.
“Did that help?” she asks, picking up her tray filled with drinks.
“Got the job done. I guess.” I stand slowly, cupping my nuts and hoping her next move isn’t to jab me there.
Peaches’ cackles join the conversation. “See you met Vannie, Hart.”
I narrow my eyes at the dark-haired goddess. “Vannie. Nice.”
She rolls her eyes with no desire to entertain me any longer. Her ass is entertaining enough as she sways out onto the floor. I’m a tall man, easily over six feet, and this woman in front of me is tiny in stature, but her attitude more than makes up for it.
“Leave her alone.” Peaches places another whiskey neat in front of me.
“She’s the one that knocked me on my ass.” I pound the entire drink in one long gulp since Little Miss Hot Ass killed my buzz.
“I’m serious, Hart. She’s a roamer. Don’t know her story, but if I had to guess it’s as dark as her black hair.”
“What? Did you hit on her and she turned you down?” I smirk over the glass.
Peaches shakes her head, but she has a glimpse of a smile dancing on her face. “No, too young for me. She’s my best worker so don’t scare her off, asshole.”
“Whatever, Cougar Cakes.”
The band up on the stage isn’t half bad even though country music tends to make my ears bleed. They’re upbeat with an original sound and music. I notice three or four big suits enjoying a drink and listening while tapping their fingers on the table.
I slow down on the drinks knowing my limit. Drinking was my one vice to get me through life after returning home from my deployment. Our band of brothers was hit hard. We had lost a handful before we returned. I saw shit I can never forget. Booze numbed that ache until Izzy came screaming into our world. Then it was all her and keeping up the bed and breakfast I’d bought.
It was a fixer upper at best and super cheap, but it was more therapy to restore and turned out to be a profitable business even though at one point I could only afford air to eat. It was all worth it. Cub and his family now run it for me. They own it. I left the papers behind because I knew he’d never accept.
I’m a roamer like that. My heart grows wild and the desire inside me flairs up with the need to move on. I’ve quit wondering when I’ll strike gold in life and find the one person or place that can keep me rooted. Instead, I float with the breeze and enjoy life as it comes.
“Thank you, everyone. Up next for your entertainment is the very talented Miss Savannah Ray.”
The voice booming over the microphone catches my attention. I look up to see the girl Peaches calls Vannie take the stage with a guitar strapped to her front. I have no idea how much time has floated since our first encounter. She’s changed into a white sundress with dainty straps. Her feet are covered with worn, brown cowboy boots.
She’s pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her defensive, badass aura has disappeared leaving behind a timid woman up in the spotlight. No band members surround her. It’s just her up there.
“Watch this.” Peaches nudges me in the shoulder.
The moment Vannie opens her mouth, magic happens. Her voice is haunting, delicate, soothing, and beautiful. I’m in awe of the way she sings into the microphone, blocking out the rest of the bar. It’s by far the best voice that’s ever graced my ears.
It’s my new favorite song even though I have no idea what it is. The bar grows eerily silent with everyone hypnotized by her honey-laced voice. The blush that creeps on the apples of her cheeks is adorable. She ducks her head once the song is finished and the bar goes wild with cheers. Some even stand on their feet cheering away.
She removes her guitar for the next song. I recognize it since it’s been played on the radio several times. “Let Her Go” by Passenger has never sounded so seductive. Her voice controls the entire song with her hips swaying softly from side to side. She never makes eye contact while deep in the lyrics. It’s as if she’s pouring all of her soul into the words.
Song after song streams from her and never once does the bar go back to socializing. She keeps their attention the whole time. You could hear a pin drop between songs.
“Thank you.” She drops her head and moves off stage.
Peaches hollers out last call and then sits next to me with a drink in her hand. “So, what do you think now?”
Too stunned to talk, I remain still and quiet.
“Well, that’s a first, somebody finally shut you up.”
“She’s so different up there.” I point to the empty stage.
“Yeah.” Peaches nods sipping from her drink. “Like I said, I don’t know her story, but could guess she’s street smart, but shy when it comes to being on the stage.”
“She’s fucking talented. Why hasn’t she been scooped up yet?” I ask.
“She doesn’t want it.”
“Why?”
Peaches doesn’t get the chance to reply before we’re interrupted by Vannie herself.
“Hey, need help closing up?” She tucks her hands into the front of her shorts pockets.
She’s changed again. Odd.
“You can head home, Vannie, got it covered here.” Peaches hops from the stool and hugs her. “See you tomorrow night.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I don’t miss the fact that she doesn’t make eye contact with me this time. You’d think I had on an invisibility cloak, but it doesn’t stop me from studying that sweet little ass as she waltzes off. She stops near a table, sets down her guitar, and proceeds to put a hoodie over her head. Her dark hair blends into the material of the pitch black hoodie making her allure all the more powerful.
“Vannie,” Peaches hollers out.
She pivots slowly, grabbing her guitar once again and giving Peaches her attention.
“You get your car fixed?”
Shyly she shakes her head.
“Girl, I’m going to beat your ass.”
“I’m only five blocks away.”
“It’s dark. You’re young and gorgeous. I don’t care how close you live.”
Without thinking, I hop up from the stool. “I’ll walk her home.”
“No.” Vannie’s defensive attitude flairs right back up with no hesitation.
“Hey, I’m a good guy.” I hold up both of my hands. “You can even frisk me to make sure I don’t have any weapons.”
I wink at her. I’m beginning to think she has no personality at all. But her voice just a few minutes ago convinced me otherwise.
Peaches convinces Vannie that I will be walking her home. “I’ll apologize in advance, Vannie, but Hart is a good guy. You shouldn’t be out there walking alone.”
“I’ve seen scar…”
Peaches lays her hand on Vannie’s forearm. “I’m sure you have, doll, but not a hair on your head is getting hurt on my watch. Now get going, you two.”
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR —
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she’s a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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April 11, 2017
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Hart Richards has never found home.
Sure, he was raised in a house…but it was far from a home.
He thought he’d found it in the Army, only to have his world shattered along with his band of brothers.
Hart settled in a small-town in Montana until the inevitable happened.
The call he dreaded the most…
His mom was dying and he needed to return to the place he grew up.
Leaving his business behind to his best friend Cub, he set out on a long road trip back to Nashville.
The endless road, his only solace as the miles ticked by.
His soul in his pocket travelled aimlessly…
Hart had no idea what was waiting for him back in Nashville. The Traveller’s adventure may turn into his reality.
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April 3, 2017
The Traveller by HJ Bellus
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Prologue
Hart
“Goddammit, Maria.” An empty spaghetti sauce jar flies across the kitchen shattering across the worn wood floor.
I watch my mother cower before the man I’m forced to call Dad. It’s been years and years of abuse from this monster. It escalated after the death of my sister. Arthur, my dad, blamed it all on my mom for letting her go to prom. Before her death, he was an angry asshole spewing verbal abuse to his family, but the loss of my sister turned him into a vicious man who gets high on beating his wife and son. Breaking bones and leaving bruises is his greatest high and he’s an addict.
“I didn’t marry an Italian woman for fucking store bought sauce,” he roars, nearing her.
I’m certain the scent of his whiskey clad breath is bathing her every sense.
“I’m tired.” Momma’s eyes are sunken and her bald head is covered with her favorite scarf from her great grandmother.
Cancer has begun to eat her alive. Fucking breast cancer…
“No fucking excuse.” He grabs the bottle of Jack and slams it down then advances on her.
My job in life has changed since the death of my sister. I’m the punching bag refusing to let the cocksucker touch my momma.
“Back off.” I shove his shoulder.
Arthur falls back, already inebriated by his favorite poison. I take advantage of his slumped state and push him again and even get a kick into his shin. I should know better, but it feels too good. He thrives off pain, only fueling his fire.
“You worthless piece of shit.” He lands a punch to the side of my jaw.
It’s morphed into a sick and twisted addiction of mine. It scares me, the similarities between the two of us. I’m him. He’s me. The process is inevitable. Taking his hits and abuse fuels me to fight back even more. Peas in a pod. The stings of his punches give me life.
“It should’ve been you, not Belle. Your throat should’ve been slit that night.”
Same song and dance just a different night of him drunk off his ass. Arthur loved Belle. She was his princess and the day he lost her he lost his last shred of humanity. He hated music. Refused to let my mother play music. When Belle found her love of country music, everything was right in the world with Arthur. He took her to auditions, stood by her beaming with pride, and all that died the day Belle took her last breath.
He sends two more hard punches to my face, splitting my lip and breaking my nose again. The fire inside me builds, making my fists thirsty for redemption. My rage matches his, and it scares me, but no one touches my mother. The cycle goes on until Arthur has forgotten all about the store-bought sauce.
When the out of shape, piece of shit man exhausts himself, he steps away wiping the blood from his face. “I’m going to the bar and finding a real woman.”
“Don’t fucking let the door hit you on the way out,” I roar back at him.
I see it coming but don’t back down. I welcome the sick and wicked torture the bastard delivers. The now empty bottle of Jack sails my way. I don’t duck. It’s my job to protect my mom from Satan. The bottle clocks me in the side of the head splitting open a new wound. More blood joins the mixture already spitting from my face.
When the front door slams, I turn to my weeping Mom huddled in the corner of the kitchen. She has spaghetti sauce speckled on her face. I haven’t always been able to shelter her from his abuse, and that fact has the devastating power to destroy me.
“It’s okay.” I go to her, pulling her frail frame into my lap. “We have to leave, Mom.”
“No. No. No,” she sobs into my chest. “He’s hurting.”
I understand cancer, and its natural ability to eat away a human body, only offering glimpses of hope to cut down the body again. What I’ll never understand is the sickness attacking my mother’s heart when it comes to my father.
“He’s going to kill you one day.” I hold her tighter to my chest. She’s a proud woman and loves with everything she has. “We are leaving, Momma.”
“I can’t.”
I force her to sit up and look at me. “Why?”
“My Belle,” she sobs.
“Momma, we will take her stuff. I promise. We are leaving tonight.”
“He’ll kill you. He’s threatened by you, Hart.”
“Fuck him.” I pull her to a standing position and then carry her to Belle’s room.
She doesn’t stop sobbing the entire time. It pisses me off, even more, knowing she’s exhausting her dying body as is.
“Mom, five things. What five things of Belle’s do you need?”
She’s silent, controlling her sobs for a few moments, but lets the tears roll down her face. “I’ll tell you the five things, but then you have to make me a promise.”
“Mom, we are leaving. End of story.”
“Hart.” She rises up on shaky legs. No matter how sick she is, the woman has the power over me to make me listen and respect each of her words. “Take me to my sister’s house. I’ll never come back here, but you will join the Army in two weeks after graduation.”
I process her words for a few moments then nod my head. “What do you want?”
She points to Belle’s guitar, ballerina slippers, a framed photo of our once happy family, Belle’s baby blanket, and finally to her graduation cap she never wore. I gather the items in a small bag and then grab our clothes.
The hurt in her eyes tells me the rest of the story—she doesn’t need anything else from her home she spent years building a life in. That pains me more than any strike, cut, or bruise I’ve ever endured.
My aunt is one tough broad who no one messes with. I’m no means in love with leaving my mom, but knowing she’ll be with my aunt makes it an easier pill to swallow. Adelina or Peaches as we call her, owns The Shade Tree bar in Nashville. It’s the place you go when you have stars in your eyes. The number of stars to start out at The Shade Tree is in the triple digits.
My mom will be just fine…
Me.
The future is uncertain.
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WILD COUNTRY by HJ Bellus
The Country Duet #1
New Adult Contemporary Romance
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Some have it all.
Hunter Yates truly does.
He’s humble and kind, even though he has it all. It’s his small town roots that keep him grounded. He’s a simple man from a small town with a heart of gold. Perfection carved from beauty.
As he sets off in the world, it’s his humble beginnings that keep his boots planted on the ground. Hunter finds himself amidst a toxic relationship. He struggles to get out of it, but it’s his heart that keeps him from letting go.
All he ever knew were the ways of Sweetwater Ranch, until the day he left for college. The world is a brutal place and his heart and soul are one and the same with the wild country. A ranch boy, who has everything, but gives everything at the same time.
When it’s time to decide, does he go with his heart, or the worries of everyone else?
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HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she’s a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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April 1, 2017
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January 29, 2017
Gravity is LIVE!
Author: HJ Bellus
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 30
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Your first love is nothing to joke about. It’s powerful, overwhelming, and something that haunts you forever. When your first love is severed, you lose a piece of your soul. Your world shatters.
My first love, Amos Marshall, left something behind for me. He promised me forever and gave that to me. It’s the GRAVITY that keeps my universe held together. This natural phenomenon keeps me whole to move forward every single day of my life.
Back in his hometown with a life-changing secret to reveal, the problem is I’m too greedy to give up the last piece of Amos that I hold dear.
Gravitational attraction has a funny way of pulling new people into your life. It’s unwanted, but the force is tenacious.
Cub Stent storms into my life piecing together my secret. He fills dark mysterious holes that have been vacant for years.
Does my heart have room for a second love?
Only Gravity will know.
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