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★★★THE BIG O★★★

“Sexy, sassy, and filled with so much adorable awkwardness you can't help but be Team Olivia from the very first page. One of H.J. Bellus' best to date!”
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★SYNOPSIS★
The ocean...October, outdoors, orange... All O's that sneaky damn letter. 
I need the O. Crave the O, even dream about the bastard. 
My name is Olivia and this is my virgin diary. Yep, at the ripe age of 24 I'm single and O-less. And to top it all off, with a shiny cherry, I'm a first grade teacher. 
Not much hope meeting Prince Charming in my workplace. 
I live with my hyper Yorkie and wild imagination. And I despise the letter O. 
Follow Olivia Olander in her wild and hysterical journey as she hunts down the elusive O. 
She may hate the obscure O now, but Officer Oren O'Brien hasn't lit up her world. 
Will Olivia ever learn to love the O or be cursed with its lingering presence the rest of her life?
Find out in the virgin diaries.






★PROLOGUE★
Dear Diary,Sweats, check. An ample supply of new movies for the weekend, check. A box of powder doughnuts, check. Pedro on my lap gnawing on a rawhide. This is it, my life in a nutshell. I’m a loser with a teaching degree and a wild desire to be swept off of my feet by Prince Charming. Not only do I want to be swept off my feet, I want him to pound me into next Tuesday. He needs to ride me like he stole me and toss my V card right out the window.For now, it’s the damn “Notebook”, junk food, and my dog. Love, O




★EXCERPT★
The walk seems to have worn out Pedro. He lays perched at the bottom of my bed soaking up the little bit of sunlight streaming through the window. I forgo eating due to nerves and pour a glass of wine after nearly elbow dropping the top of the bottle to get the cork out. Who knew a simple machine was so damn difficult to use?At first the tartness of the wine makes me shiver but then soon, a sweet spray dances over my tongue.“Not bad,” I say to myself and down the glass.The stage is set. A hot bubble bath, a full wine glass, bottle of wine, light mood music, candles, and then…the massive purple plastic cock who is about to give me my first screaming O. I locked Pedro in his kennel because there’s no way I could handle him watching me rub this one out or at least try to.The water stings my skin as I sink down into the tub. My favorite sweet scent of bubble bath assaults my senses as I melt back into the tub. I sip down another glass of wine, relaxing even more with Norah Jones singing in the background. I was smart enough to keep the bottle in reaching distance for refills. My fingers can barely wrap around the girth of the vibrator. How in the hell is it supposed to fit inside me? I giggle to myself when I realize I’m holding the damn thing like a microphone near the tip of it. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the virgin diaries starring Olivia Olander who’s currently O-less and in desperate search for The Big O.”I belly laugh like a crazed idiot after my entertaining stance. I down one more glass of wine and then dial up Scout for one last burst of encouragement.“Scout,” I purr into the phone.“Sup, ho-bag?”“Just floating in the tub, slamming wine, and about to get it on with Tony the Tiger.”She squeals a tone deafening pitch into the phone before creating any coherent speech. “I’m so proud of you, O. Just make sure to get used to the vibrating speeds before full insertion and once in, set the twirl mode to level three and you’ll be flying high.”I feel like I should be taking notes instead of nodding and sipping my adult grape juice. The influences of the wine have me fully accepting her advice instead of flushing with embarrassment and running away. “I think I got this, Scout.”“Get it, girl.” She laughs into the phone. “How much wine have you pounded?”“Like only half a bottle, but it’s one of those jumbo ones.”“You do realize that’s like three bottles in one, right?”“Is that bad?” I belch before getting out the last word.“Don’t drink anymore and just get down and dirty.”A beep sounds on my phone. I pull it away to look at the screen. “Gotta go, Scout, Hot Cop is calling me.”“O don’t you dare take it.”“Bye.” I click over to the next call, giddy as a little kid in a candy shop.“Hello.” I try to purr in my sexiest of sexy voices.“Hey Olivia.” His rich voice sends shivers down my spine and I swear they land right between my legs. I tingle.“Everything okay? I swear there were cop carzz everywhere.” Shit, did I just slur one of my words into the phone? I sit up a bit taller in the water and try to pay attention. The cool air perks my nipples right up.“All is good, Olivia. There were two different things going down, that’s why there were so many cars everywhere.” He pauses and I hear the cracking slam of a few doors shutting.“What are you doing?” I ask out of curiosity.“Just got home and ready to crash, but felt bad the way I left you today.”“I get it. It’s your job. No worries. I’m not a needy person, Oren.”“Just trying to be a gentleman to my new non-dating friend.” His voice muffles for a second and then becomes clearer.“What are you doing now?” I ask.“Just took my shirt off, getting ready to kick my boots off, and drink a brewski before hitting the hay.”“So you’re topless?” My nipples stiffen instantly picturing Oren shirtless.“Yeah.” He chuckles. “You interested?”“Possibly.”Oh those tingles intensify to a mind numbing state. I can do this. I can really do this with Oren’s voice fueling my desire.“Picture?”“Duh,” I promptly reply.“Give me a second. Oh, and Olivia, we still on for Friday?”“Fucking A we are.” I slap my hand over my mouth when the bold words fly out. Note to self: less wine.His deep chuckle vibrates through the phone. “The answer I wanted.”“Before we say goodbye, give me a second.”“Okay, I need to whiz real quick.”Holy shit, he’s about to be holding his big gigantor wiener in his hand. Baby Jesus, don’t let him be packing light.“Alrighty then, I’ll be right back.”I set down my cell phone on the edge of the tub and stare down Tony. And then sing “Let’s get it on” to him. It’s the biggest move of my life and I’m about to become a full-fledged woman and if things do ever go further with Oren, I’ll be ready.His deep voice snaps me out of my hypnotic stare with Tony.“I’m here,” I holler. I down the remaining wine in my glass grab my phone and then Tony with the other hand. “Thanks for the call tonight, Officer Hot Cop.”I plunge Tony down into the water, fumbling for the buttons. His edges are a bit more rigid then I remember as I try to softly rub him up and down my clit. It’s the first step to strum my clit-tar.“Oren, you there?”It’s silent on his end; boy, he must have a huge bladder or maybe tired out from holding up his monster cock.“Oren?” I try again while still strumming away and by the way, it’s an awful feeling. Very abrasive indeed.My phone begins to vibrate in my hand and then furiously twirls while vibrating. I pull my phone from my ear and come face to face with fucking Tony the Tiger. I was talking to a damn vibrator with the tip of the cock to my ear.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, pulling my phone from between my legs, soaked in my favorite scent of bubble bath and dripping water.



★ABOUT THE AUTHOR★I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way,
HJ Bellus

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THE HUNTED Release Day

Title: The HuntedAuthor: H.J. BellusGenre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: Feb 22nd



Revenge. Blood. Lies. Hate.The good guy is the bad guy and the bad guy is the good guy.Or is that what they want you to believe?In a city where crime is at an all time high and new mutilated bodies are showing up every day, who do you trust?He’s the silent neighbor who vanishes at night and reappears when the morning news is reporting on the latest victim.How do you know this?You watch him through the curtains as his silent stalker. Everything about him is twisted, but you can’t get past his stare. It’s hypnotizing and the hardest pull you’ve ever experienced...you know it’s all wrong.Then he walks through your front door covered in blood.Who will you trust?
 
““You’ve been fucking that blond all American kid,” he adds.“I haven’t fucked him.”“Has he tasted you?”I slowly nod, feeling ashamed.“Like I said, you’ve been fucking around with him.”I scramble to tell him everything and how he’s held this power over me. “It’s your face I see when I’m with him. It’s your face I see when I go to bed. It’s you who I want.” I clutch the sides of his face. “But you won’t give me all of you.”“Van!” Stew yells, followed by a shit ton of ruckus out in the club.He sets me down and is gone within seconds. My hands cover my thumping chest as I realize what just happened. My tongue darts out, licking up the little bit of his taste that he left behind on my swollen lips.Glass crashes in the far off distance as I hear bones breaking and screams soon fill the air over the commotion. I remain frozen to the wall, paralyzed by what just happened. The violence outside doesn’t even rattle me because there’s nothing left to stir up. He’s taken all of me.Shaking the nonsense from my head, I peek out the end of the hallway and see utter destruction and chaos filling the club and Van is right in the middle of it.His shirt is ripped once again and this time all the way off as he tries to take down two large men who clearly pissed him off. He gains the upper hand as Stew joins him and helps usher the men to the door.A few dancers huddled together join me in the dark hall.“What happened?” I inquire.“I don’t know. The men just started beating the shit out of each other.”A petite blonde who is newer and I only know by her stage name Sweet Cheeks speaks up, “I think they may have been exchanging drugs…”Honey interrupts her, “You saw nothing and will repeat nothing. It’s the only way to stay safe around here.”Honey stares me down with disgust. “And this bitch deserves no fucking answers.”I feel the need to defend myself but the venom streaming from her warns me it’s not worth the fucking fight. Pushing out my chest, I ignore her ass. I guarantee she knows exactly what just went down between Van and me. He doesn’t want a stripper whore, he wants me. That’s prize enough.The front doors to the club slam shut, shattering some glass. When we peek around the corner, Stew and Van make their way back into the club and Van roars, “Closed for the night! Get the fuck out!”Bodies scatter in every direction. The dancers ditch me to go get dressed–I guess you don’t have to tell them twice about going home early. The large digital clock on the wall reads ten thirty.Holy shit, Stew is closing down four hours early. Something must be seriously wrong. My legs quake underneath me from the shit storm that just attacked my world. Once they steady up a bit, I walk out into the bar and spot Van down on his knees, examining a little baggy of white powder.“Bay, head home. The lunch crew can clean up.” Stew’s slumped over on a stool with a whiskey in his hand.“I can stay and help out.” My voice is feeble as my legs tremble.“Get your ass home,” Stew grits out.It’s with dread that I go for my purse and hoodie. Van doesn’t look up as he’s intent on whatever he’s studying. It’s a white powdery substance sprinkled across the floor. My body hungers to go to him, but I know whatever we just shared has been bottled back and locked tightly within him.“I’ll be back.” I turn to see Van following me out of the club.Focusing forward, my feet pound the pavement and I hear Van meeting me step for step. My hands fumble with the keys and finally unlock the door, flipping on the porch light quickly. I look back to see Van standing on the sidewalk and then he fades away into the darkness of the night going the opposite way to his place.AMAZON * AMAZON UKAMAZON AU * AMAZON CA I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life... oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...-Loves country life & music-Gets the case of the "eff-its" often-Loves Big-Hurts Big-love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay)-My heart is happy writing!!!
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Branding A Legacy A Silver Star Ranch NovelTrying to get ahead isn’t easy. It’s even more difficult when your sense of honor and integrity is being tested when taking the high road. Being kicked down when working with a high standard gets old real quick and Marvel Slatter is no stranger to this cruel way of life.He’s idolized his Granddad and brothers growing up on Silver Star Ranch while working his fingers to the bone branding their legacy.What happens when an honorable man is pushed too far?He snaps. Seeking revenge blinds Marvel. He demands one thing and one thing only: his fair share of money for training a group of colts. Marvel refuses to let Saint take advantage of his family one more time. Enough is enough in his book.With his brothers hovering over him, Marvel is forced to lie to his family. He’s not proud of it, but convinces himself it’s in the best interest of Silver Star to stand up to Saint.His decisions lead to fatal tragedies. Hurt so real and deep, no one is safe or promised the guarantee of a tomorrow.Will Silver Star Ranch and the Slatters triumph in the face of adversity or will their legacy fold forever? AMAZON AMAZON AMAZON * AMAZON UK AMAZON CA * AMAZON AU[image error]
I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...-Loves country life & music -Gets the case of the "eff-its" often -Loves Big -Hurts Big -love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay) -My heart is happy writing!!!Website * Facebook * TwitterHosted By:

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Time to reveal the cover for book #3 in the Silver Star Ranch Series...
Who is excited??  I sure know I am.
This cover is beyond special in so many ways.  The title of this book is so symbolic of this little country girl branding her own legacy one word at a time.
I'm two years into my new adventure as an author, living the dream out loud one story at a time, and making my own dreams come true.  These past two years have been the most difficult of my life, but yet the most rewarding.  My family and myself have had to morph with all the changes with some of them being downright heart breaking.
My husband has had to put up with a wife who is buckled in on the roller coaster of the ups and downs of the author world...extreme highs and lows.  The list could go on and on and I know all my fellow author buddies can relate.
I'm not just an author, but a mom, wife, 4-H leader, and the list goes on and on.  I've dedicated the last two years to my career losing friends in my hometown along the way.  It's been difficult, but nothing I'd ever take back. 
Idaho is my home.  It's the place I've always lived and beyond that where my heart is.  Everyone who knows me well also knows that I'll never leave my country roots, boots, and family farm.
With that all being said...I'm damn sure I've "Branded A Legacy" for family, true friends, and myself and that’s why this cover is so damn special. 
My latest cover from the heart of Idaho!
an Idaho Authoran Idaho Farmboy an Idaho Photographer
We spent all afternoon exploring Henslee's farm and torturing Talyn.  We ended the session on this bridge at sunset.  So many laughs and amazing memories to keep forever.  
This has been a wild ride and I can't express my gratitude to my support team enough. And to know this is just the beginning!<3 HJB


 I hopped in front of the camera for a few quick shots!

Even the horse got some camera action...


Choosing a picture for this cover was INTENSE.  I went back and forth so many time between GORGEOUS shots.  I'm pretty sure my cover designer was ready to spork me in the eyeball.  I'll be releasing the other pictures via teasers for the book.  Here is one of the pictures that I ADORE and had a super hard time passing it up!

★★★Branding A Legacy★★★BlurbTrying to get ahead isn’t easy. It’s even more difficult when your sense of honor and integrity is being tested when taking the high road. Being kicked down when working with a high standard gets old real quick and Marvel Slatter is no stranger to this cruel way of life.
He’s idolized his Granddad and brothers growing up on Silver Star Ranch while working his fingers to the bone branding their legacy.
What happens when an honorable man is pushed too far?
He snaps. Seeking revenge blinds Marvel. He demands one thing and one thing only: his fair share of money for training a group of colts. Marvel refuses to let Saint take advantage of his family one more time. Enough is enough in his book.
With his brothers hovering over him, Marvel is forced to lie to his family. He’s not proud of it, but convinces himself it’s in the best interest of Silver Star to stand up to Saint.
His decisions lead to fatal tragedies. Hurt so real and deep, no one is safe or promised the guarantee of a tomorrow.
Will Silver Star Ranch and the Slatters triumph in the face of adversity or will their legacy fold forever?

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Photographer: Jeni Boisvert @ The Brink StudioModel: Talyn HensleeCover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Covers, Sommer Stein
Release Date: December 2015



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Mr. Right Now; Vol. 1-5

Title: Mr. Right Now: Made to Sin Series: Mr Right Now #1-5 Author: HJ Bellus Genre: Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: September 26, 2015


Four Brothers

Dax -Cole - Eli – Kam

One chain of night clubs...”Made To Sin”

They’ve been to Tampa, New York, and Atlanta leaving behind their signature and very sexy nightclubs. It’s time the boys bring their club to the West Coast. Their business life is intriguing, nightclub life is entertaining, but it’s the after party in the hotel where the sin really begins.

Dax, Cole, Eli, and Kam have no boundaries when it comes to their desires. Whatever they want, they get. The only rule is: there are no rules. Anything goes behind closed doors. No limits. The Made to Sin men are party boys who get what they want, and LA is their next target.

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Excerpt

“Dax Sterling, your bail has been posted.”

The gargantuan man emerges from the dimly lit jail cell known as the tank. He ducks as he exits, peering around with one eye open. His thick arms shield his eyes from the light. To say he has a hangover may be the understatement of the century.

Chloe’s heart cringes when she catches sight of him. She recognized the last name and hoped to high hell, and even crossed all ten of her toes, that Sterling, Inc. wasn’t the Sterlings she once knew.

The Sterlings from Chloe’s past reside on the East Coast with their chain of nightclubs, and no way in hell did the group of brothers finally make it out here. Their roots are so deep in Jersey that Satan probably trims them when they invade his subterranean turf. Chloe smiles at the thought of the Sterlings and Satan, because in her book they go hand in hand. Leaving Eli and moving far away was the best decision she ever made.

She thought it was far enough until this morning. Dax was ahead of her in school by quite a few years and definitely hung out in a different crowd. The only reason she knows Dax so well is because of his younger brother, Eli. The boy who garnered her virginity and eventually shattered her heart into pieces.

Releasing her breath, she focuses on the paperwork in front of her and groans under her breath. She has one chance at a promotion, and it’s this deal. The bail money her boss sent with her is no chump change. Seidman Construction was more than willing to finance the project, and with millions already sunk into it, there’s no room for error.

All board members must be present at the meeting to finalize all the plans and sign legal documents. Chloe’s toes cringe in her black spikes. She’s still blown away by the fact she’s bailing out Dax Sterling. Clint’s personality is as dry as they come, and she thinks the cruel joke he is playing on her this morning is suspicious. The whole reality of the situation is priceless because it’s not a joke.

Four board members with the company name Sterling made Chloe a fucking fool for thinking it could’ve been anyone else. She ran from her past, and especially those boys, and now at the height of her career they’re the only ones standing in her way. Karma sure has a fucking funny way of saying ‘hello.’

Clint has been riding her ass all week about having the company’s ducks in a row, and then on the morning of the meeting she has to deal with this bullshit. Everything inside of her is dying to roundhouse the son of a bitch into a cold, unconscious state. His deep voice seeps into her concentration as she steadies the black pen and fills in all the boxes. He’s a charmer and working his magic on some lady officer behind Chloe.

Her blood pressure rises to an all-time high when she hears Dax’s familiar voice and old pick up lines trying to charm a few women guards. Chloe keeps her attention focused on the fine print, making sure to dot all of her i’s and cross her t’s.

The last time a Sterling saw Chloe she was a timid, bleached blonde teen. She’s morphed completely over the years into an opposite picture of what she left on the East Coast. Her hair is now long and raven black, nearly touching the middle of her back. There are no jeans and gym shoes littering her closet these days. No, only business dress suits, sexy blouses, and cocktail dresses adorn each hanger.

A few years back, her mom sent her a front page article in the local paper about the Sterling Brother who can’t control his own addiction. Her mother had sent the paper to show Chloe the article about her prize-winning squash, but the Sterling story held her attention hostage.

It didn’t surprise Chloe that Dax’s party boy personality went from consuming large amounts of alcohol to cocaine. And like always, Cole was the representative for the family, smoothing things over in the media. The man should’ve been a politician.

All Sterling boys were smooth talkers with the women, but Dax set the bar high. Their late father, heir to their fortune, made sure to pass down the trait to them. Even though all were adopted, they didn’t miss a beat of the arrogant, righteous Sterling persona.

Chloe passes over the check along with the paperwork that she was sure to double and triple check. A young, overweight male clerk scans the paperwork and sends an approving nod in her direction.

“He’s all yours.” Pudgy fingers push Chloe’s receipt back in her direction.

Her mind races, buzzing with fear of facing Dax and eventually the Sterling boy who left her in pieces. Chloe runs her palms down the front of her pinstriped dress suit. It wasn’t easy getting to the position she’s in, and by damn if she’ll let her past ruin it. She’s built companies from the ground up, and Seidman’s promised to throw her portfolio over the edge if only she could land them the job of their lives, and that was all in the Sterling Brothers’ hands.

“Dax.” Chloe’s shaky voice echoes in the waiting area.

The beast looks up to her and sends her a wicked grin.

“Yes.” His dark brown eyes bore holes through her chest, and Chloe knows in this exact moment her fate has been sealed yet again by another fucking Sterling man.



Author Bio

I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...

- Loves country life & music

- Gets the case of the "eff-its" often

- Loves Big

- Hurts Big

- love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay)

- My heart is happy writing!!!


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Love Bites: Sage's Story"Love Can Kiss My Ass"A Romantic ...

Love Bites: Sage's Story"Love Can Kiss My Ass"A Romantic Comedy by Author HJ BellusTwo stand-alone stories same theme. Photographer: Perrywinkle PhotographyDesigner: Perfect Pear Creative Covers It always gets you when you least expect it.You know the times when you have no willpower or desire to fight back. Then when you’re on the hunt for it, it becomes as elusive as a great white. But the day it knocks on your door you’re such a love-scorned woman you tell love to kiss your ass.That’s right… LOVE BITES.Sage Clark is no stranger to this game. She’s been beat down time after time in the vicious cycle of love never coming out the victor. When all hope is given up and every option depleted, Sage settles in for a lifetime of yoga pants, pop tarts and a steady flow of chick flicks.Raise curtain and cue the choir...In walks the man of her dreams and he’s seemingly perfect from head to toe. Sage feels her ovaries heat up at just the mere sight of the man but knows all too well love is a losing game for her. However, her prince charming just may have enough willpower to win her over.Follow Sage as she slips and slides her way into the arms of the man who could be her Mr. Forever. She just might make the game of love her bitch this time.



Love Bites: Tate's Story"Love Can Kiss My Ass"A Romantic Comedy by Author HJ Bellus
Model: Bob GerrityPhotographer: FuriousFotogDesigner: Perfect Pear Creative Designs Oh Tate Martin, king flirt, sex God!Finding his fiancé and best friend all tangled up in his bedroom sheets was enough to turn “LOVE” into Tate’s worst enemy. Happy endings, fairytales, and all things associated with women hardened his heart and extinguished all his hopes of finding his future queen.That’s right…LOVE BITES.Tate rubs some dirt on his wounds from the game of love and opens up his very own business, “Date Tate, Casanova on Call”. Custom tailored to the needs of the women in the city. There’s no limit to his services, women call him night or day in search of the perfect wedding, business, or “meet the family” date.You need a date? Tate is your man. He never claimed to be original just smoking hot, fly and ready for action.Cash is flowing, Tate’s getting his sexual appetite fulfilled, and the silver lining –nobody’s heart gets broken in the process. He’d challenge Prince Charming to a duel in the swag department.Until a certain brunette bombshell named Royal Fox hires him. The once cocky, smooth talking charmer finds himself at a loss for words and can’t quite explain the butterflies fluttering about. He’s felt the tingle in his dingle from other women, but this time it’s different. Hell the slightest breeze gives him a stiffy that lasts hours around Royal.Follow Tate as he gets trapped on the highway to hell some call LOVE and find out if LOVE makes Tate her bitch.
I'm just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave...-Loves country life & music -Gets the case of the "eff-its" often -Loves Big -Hurts Big -love corn dogs & candy.... & (sex & candaaay) -My heart is happy writing!!!Website * Facebook * Twitter Hosted By:    

Might Piss You Off...Opps

I've seen so many different Facebook posts and blog posts about everyone's OPINION about the book industry.
To have a model or not...Indie or published...ARCs or No ARCs...Honesty, disgrace, blah blah blah freakin' blah...
I really don't get being a "PISSY POLY PANTS" about what others are doing.  Does it really hurt anyone if a model is at a signing or on a cover? If you don't like...then don't buy it or don't stop. If you love it then by all means GOBBLE that shit up.
I have my fair share of hunky men on my covers, gorgeous couples, and even a set of FEET! I've been to a signing with my best friends from my hometown, one with my husband and his cousin and her wife, and some with my models.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Do what makes you happy and leave your "JUDGY PANTS" hung up in your "Judgmental Judy" closet.
I do have future plans to put a cereal box on a book cover and yes the cereal will be traveling with me to signings. I even have plans to take the cereal out of the box exposing it. *gasp* Naked Cereal - coming to a city near you in 2016...just saying watch the "FUCK" out world.
I'm not here to preach or shout how DISGRACEFUL everyone else is because the truth is I don't care. We each have our own stories and tell them our on way. Stay in your own stories and QUIT trying to edit everyone else's. Who cares what your neighbor is doing? Is your branding on it or is it just jealousy rearing its ugly head?...Uh oh, got a little "PISSY POLLY PANTS" there...
Here's my final message...
First off…
so get over yourself and enjoy life!


Common SenseUse ItDon't immerse yourself in the shit you don't like! Simple

Go join your OWN tribe!

Stop with all the DRAMA & PITY POSTSBE EPICDO SHIT THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY!


Just saying...


Judging & picking at others is just...


Now to the good stuff



Love where you're at in life. It's much sweeter than trying to be the cool kid in class and faking your way!


"My Way"Blaze your own trail and don't let anyone stop you.Kick life in the meat curtain!



Normal is boring, but just a warning being unique will bring out the criticism. Wear that shit like you'd wear diamonds!

No truer wordsWalk the walkTalk the talkJUST BE YOU!

Eat cake and be
BINGO! So, do what you want whether it meets the standards of others. It's your story and should be written your way.And when someone has a problem with it tell them to go stick their dick in a meat grinder and carry on!


How's it go???Dress UpShow UpAnd Never Give Upor some shit like that!Pack your mascara and vodka, hoochies!

Models, Stock Photos, Cereal Boxes, 1 Star Reviews, Haters, Carrot Cake (eeewwww), Author Takeovers, 99 Cent Release, First Person, Being Democrat (wait you should care about that), Cover Reveals, Ponies.You get the point!



When this happens everything else is just noise. Poisonous noise that only wants one thing...


BE YOUR OWN WARRIORDO IT YOUR WAY

And...   Drown out the noise.Be You.Do Epic Shit.-HJ Bellus-#hjb #teamhjb #readhjb #nfg

How I See It...

I've seen so many different Facebook posts and blog posts about everyone's OPINION about the book industry.
To have a model or not...Indie or published...ARCs or No ARCs...Honesty, disgrace, blah blah blah freakin' blah...
I really don't get being a "PISSY POLY PANTS" about what others are doing.  Does it really hurt anyone if a model is at a signing or on a cover? If you don't like...then don't buy it or don't stop at the table. If you love it then by all means GOBBLE that shit up.
I have my fair share of hunky men on my covers, gorgeous couples, and even a set of FEET! I've been to a signing with my best friends from my hometown, one with my husband and his cousin and her wife, and some with my models.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Do what makes you happy and leave your "JUDGY PANTS" hung up in your "Judgmental Judy" closet.
I do have future plans to put a cereal box on a book cover and yes the cereal will be traveling with me to signings. I even have plans to take the cereal out of the box exposing it. *gasp* Naked Cereal - coming to a city near you in 2016...just saying watch the "FUCK" out world.
I'm not here to preach or shout how DISGRACEFUL everyone else is because the truth is I don't care. We each have our own stories and tell them our on way. Stay in your own stories and QUIT trying to edit everyone else's. Who cares what your neighbor is doing? Is your branding on it or is it just jealousy rearing its ugly head?...Uh oh, got a little "PISSY POLLY PANTS" there...
Here's my final message...
First off…
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Common SenseUse ItDon't immerse yourself in the shit you don't like! Simple
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Stop with all the DRAMA & PITY POSTSBE EPICDO SHIT THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY! [image error]

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Judging & picking at others is just...
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Now to the good stuff
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Love where you're at in life. It's much sweeter than trying to be the cool kid in class and faking your way! [image error]
"My Way"Blaze your own trail and don't let anyone stop you.Kick life in the meat curtain!
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Normal is boring, but just a warning being unique will bring out the criticism. Wear that shit like you'd wear diamonds! [image error]
No truer wordsWalk the walkTalk the talkJUST BE YOU!
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Eat cake and be [image error] BINGO! So, do what you want whether it meets the standards of others. It's your story and should be written your way.And when someone has a problem with it tell them to go stick their dick in a meat grinder and carry on! [image error]

How's it go???Dress UpShow UpAnd Never Give Upor some shit like that!Pack your mascara and vodka, hoochies!
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Models, Stock Photos, Cereal Boxes, 1 Star Reviews, Haters, Carrot Cake (eeewwww), Author Takeovers, 99 Cent Release, First Person, Being Democrat (wait you should care about that), Cover Reveals, Ponies.You get the point!
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When this happens everything else is just noise. Poisonous noise that only wants one thing...
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BE YOUR OWN WARRIORDO IT YOUR WAY

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And...
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Drown out the noise.Be You.Do Epic Shit.-HJ Bellus-#hjb #teamhjb #readhjb #nfg