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Synopsis:Merek Slatter is the wild card on the Silver Star Ranch in Texas and always has been. He’s blessed with his granddaddy’s love of the ranch yet haunted with chasing that gold buckle eight seconds at a time.
Tensions are high on the ranch when circumstances threaten to take it under. His dad and brothers pressure him to stay home and become an active cowboy on the ranch. However, Merek is addicted to the road and rodeo. He’s home anytime he can be and provides plenty of money to keep the family ranch afloat, but sometimes it takes more than what’s in the bank to protect tradition.
Now home on a three-month break, Merek finds himself all tied up with the new girl in town. She’s quiet and reserved but there’s something about Challis’ green eyes and feisty attitude that makes her irresistible. When he runs into her at a rodeo and catches a glimpse of her on horseback all hopes of leaving her alone flies out the window.
There are several rumors floating around town about her, however that doesn’t stop Merek from going after what he wants. He knows she’s off limits and only full of trouble, but Merek thrives on trouble and adrenaline.
Then the road calls again and it’s time to leave.
Eight Seconds
Gold Buckles
And the high…
What will he choose?
Silver Star NovelsBook #1- 8 Second DecisionBook #2- Rules of the Ride (Jan. 2016)
Book #3- TBA
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July 18, 2015
Chapter 1 of 8 Second Decision
Release day is just a few SHORT days away. Enjoy these teasers and Chapter 1 of 8 Second Decision. Release date is July 21st. Book #1- 8 Second DecisionBook #2- Rules of the RideBook #3- TBAEach Slatter brother will be getting their own book. First off, you meet Merek Slatter. He’s the wildcard of the family. Book #2 will be Maverik’s book and then Marvel’s book will be #3. All of the brothers will be seen in each installment as they run the family ranch together. Hang on tight & enjoy the ride!<3 HJB#teamhjb #hjb #readhjb
Chapter 1Merek“Who the hell is she?”“Back in town for—what?—two hours, and already scoping out a fresh piece of ass, Merek?”I just raise an eyebrow to my little brother, give him that sly Slatter grin, and toss back my longneck.“Maybe.”“New waitress. Been here about four months. About the time you left for Houston and traveled on down the road riding them bucking horses.”The tension is evident in my little brother’s voice, with ample amounts of jealousy laced in there. His loyalty has always been to the ranch, Daddy’s legacy and Momma’s heart, and I’ve been the wildcard. Chasing my dreams eight seconds at a time on the road. I love the ranch and the rich history it holds deep in the soil of the grounds, but I’m more of my granddad’s type, wild at heart and addicted to the rodeo lifestyle.“Yeah, four months, Marvel, and I’ll be home for the next three. Get over yourself.”“Daddy’s not doing good and—”I cut his arrogant ass off before he has the slightest chance of giving me his tired-ass sob story. “I send money home. I’ve kept shit afloat, and if you ever insinuate that I’d let Granddad’s ranch go to hell, you can fuck off.”Marvel receives my message clear as day and the subject changes quite rapidly.“Fall calves look real good. Prices are high too.” Marvel sips on his whiskey.I nod at the information and would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t miss the ranch. I’ll just never know if there’s a true balance between chasing that buckle and living on the ranch. Granddad always did it until his body broke down and forced his hand. He’s the only reason I look forward to coming home. Long talks with him always seem to help ground my ass.“Anyway, what’s her name?” I ask again while staring at the new waitress.Well, at least new to me. She’s kind of hard to miss with her long, tan legs strutting about in her tight, white shorty shorts. God damn, there’s something about her long brown waves of curls that makes me want to take her on the bar. I readjust myself and try to focus on Marvel rambling on about ranch shit. It’s the same old story. Our dad has blown the majority of earnings on horse racing. He calls it his hobby, but in reality it’s going to be the death of the Slatter legacy.I don’t miss the quick glances she keeps sending my way either. Her bright green eyes flash over to me as Marvel keeps talking and I keep drinking. The way I see it, the faster I drink the quicker I get her cute little ass over here to serve me.“Dickface, have you listened to a word I’ve said, or just scheming your game plan to get down her pants?” Marvel tosses the basket of peanuts into my chest, causing nuts to fly everywhere.“I’m fucking listening.” I toss back the rest of my drink and raise the empty longneck. She spots me and signals with a nod. “What are we going to do? Dad owes a bunch of people money.”“Well, calf prices are good and I’ve got money in the bank.” I relax back into my seat, kicking out my long legs. “We’ll handle it like we always do.”“Something has to give, Merek. Granddad’s heart can’t take much more, and you know Momma, she’ll never say a word.”I shrug off Marvel’s concern. He’s always been the bleeding heart in the family, trying his damnedest to restore everything to the ways of our childhood. Our oldest brother, Maverik, is a lot like me and does a lot of shoulder shrugging. “Did you need something?” A sexy as hell voice invades our table.Turning my head, I come face to face with a green-eyed beauty and actually stumble trying to talk.“What did you need? Or is it just normal to wave beer bottles at women?” She plants her hands on her hips, glaring down at me.I can’t help but flash my wicked grin back at her. Now that she’s closer, her eyes are a piercing green and her skin a stunning olive tan. I try not to stare, but I seem to be pulled into her. Marvel throws an elbow into my ribs. “Quit wasting her time, Merek.”“Sorry.” I shake my head quickly. “Another beer.”“That’s it?” Her long brown hair whips over her shoulder.My cocky meter hits an all-time high with the mixture of her voice and attitude toward me. “Yeah, that’s fucking it.”“Well, next time march your happy little ass up to the bar and order.”I catch sight of her rather large silver buckle resting below her sliver of skin that’s showing. It’s a state champion buckle and one that’s near elusive to win in Texas with such stiff competition. As she walks away, I can’t help admire her backside as well. “Never seen a girl get to you that fast, little bro.” Maverik pulls out a chair, swings it backward, rests his forearms on the back, and settles in. His best friend, Jake, a black and white cow dog settles underneath him. They’re inseparable. Jake was a birthday present from Granddad for Maverik’s tenth birthday. All of us boys were damn jealous of that beautiful pup. “Order me a drink, bitch.”Maverik glares down at Marvel and then slugs him in the arm. Marvel doesn’t even argue because he knows it’s one argument he’ll lose. I let out a loud laugh and send a head nod to my older brother. “Back in town, uh?”“Yep, three month break. Figured I’d come raise hell around here.”“Good, we missed your ugly ass. Did you bring me any puss home?”I toss the empty peanut basket back at him. “Naw, man, you’ll have to stick to hometown puss for now.”“Asshole.” Maverik slings the napkin dispenser toward my side of the table.A longneck amber brown bottle slams down on the table with gold liquid sloshing down the sides. “Here’s your beer, Champ.”I look back up into the lustful green eyes that seem to love to glare back at me. Not an ounce of amusement rests on her face this time. Damn, I was hoping to pique her curiosity just a bit, and it’s clear someone filled her in on who I was. Well, it’s about time she understands who she’s dealing with.I rise to my feet and close the space between us. I feel her move back until she’s up against a wall, and I follow her until our bodies are softly pressed into each other. “I’m not Champ. I’m Merek.” I run my palm up the skin of her arm, leaving goose bumps behind. “But I can make you feel like a champ. Just give me one night.”I watch as her eyebrow rises in curiosity and I know I have her right where I want her. I fall further into her, listening to our buckles scrape together and then run my hand right back down the same path. “Meet me outside after your shift.” My palms settle on her hips and I’m surprised how she doesn’t fight me touching her. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”I watch as she breaks into a fit of laughter under my touch. Tears begin trailing down her cheeks as she tries to calm her howls. Her hands settle onto my chest, and the next thing I know I’m being pushed back down into my seat with more force than I would’ve expected the little bombshell to have.“My name is Challis and I’ll break it to you easy. You don’t stand a fucking chance with me, Champ.”She turns to walk away, leaving me with my jaw on the motherfucking floor, and then I do what I do best, play the dick card. “How many guys did you have to blow to get that buckle?”My words stop her mid-stride, but she doesn’t turn around to battle back. Instead, I watch as she lifts both arms and sends me the bird over her shoulder. And my God, if her little action didn’t cause my jeans to get tighter where they shouldn’t be.My brothers’ roars of laughter drag my attention from Challis’s ass sauntering away from me. “Damn, I’ve never seen a woman do that to Merek.” Maverik grips his hat waving it in appreciation toward Challis and her turn-down.“How’s it feel, asshat?” Marvel stares me down.“Shut the hell up, I was just dicking around with her.” I toss back half of my beer before coming up for air. “I can get a piece whenever or wherever.”Maverik leans up on the table, firmly planting his elbows down. “You did notice her buckle was for chasing cans, so I’m pretty sure she didn’t have to suck any dick for it.”My eyes widen trying to recall exactly what her buckle had on it. The letters for the state association are the only things I can remember. “Nah.” I shake my head from side to side. “There’s no way in hell some state champ is in here bartending and not rodeoing for a living.”“Here she comes.” Marvel slaps my arm. “Look.”Challis passes our table quite swiftly, but I catch sight of the barrel racing decorating her buckle and the year. Well, if it’s hers she’s about four years younger than me, yet a bit older than Marvel.“She’s Challis Jones. Remember old man Jones from Fulton County?” Maverik watches me, waiting for a light bulb to go off. “Wine Cup Ranch, the godfather of bucking bulls.”Then it hits me. “She’s a Jones?”“She’s not just a Jones. She’s Cody Jones’ only child, and a daughter at that.”I shudder thinking about the heir of Cody Jones in the same bar as me. Country roots don’t get any deeper than Cody Jones. He lived and breathed everything rodeo until he was buried six feet under. My body shakes remembering the gruesome details of the accident. “What the fuck is she doing here? She’s at least a good couple of hundred miles from home.”“Who knows?” Marvel shrugs. “She’s kept her distance from everyone in town.”“So, she just rambled in one day and lives in the alley?” My frustration level is evident in my voice, and I’m done waiting for answers. “Still an asshole.” Maverik relaxes back in his chair, avoiding eye contact with me. “Lives with her aunt out at Lazy Hat Ranch.”“Tori, the one who owns this place?”“Yep, I guess that’s her aunt,” Maverik replies.“Tori is related to Cody.” I tip back the brim of my cowboy hat and lightly scratch my head, struggling to put the puzzle pieces together. “Yeah.” Maverik stands, downing the last of his drink. “No one knows her story and she’s never come across friendly enough for anyone to be brave enough to ask. I have a party waiting for me. Later, pussies.”Before I can ask another question, Maverik is heading toward the door where a brunette awaits him while his faithful companion, Jake, trails right behind. I shake my head wondering if things ever change. Maverik is a playboy at heart and as the years pass it seems he’ll never settle down. He had one true love who broke him, and I don’t think he’s capable of ever loving again, but my thoughts quickly go straight back to analyzing Challis. I’m not bashful about staring her down or studying each of her movements. “Let’s go.” Marvel slaps my arm. “I’ll go pay the tab and get the truck.”I just nod to him as I continue staring down the beauty behind the bar, appreciating each of her moves and the way her hair dances up and down her back as she pours drinks. Against my better judgment, I stride up to the bar, continuing to stare her down, and apply a bit more pressure with my presence.“What?” Her voice is filled with displeasure.“Another beer.”“Your brother just paid the tab.” She points toward Marvel at the end of the bar. “Time to go.”“I’m a big boy.” I adjust myself before sitting on the barstool and don’t miss the fact her view seemed to appreciate every single movement. “Fine.” Challis whirls around, snags a beer from the tub of ice behind the bar, and sends it sailing across the bar top toward me. I catch her wrist with one hand before she has the chance to escape and the chilled beer bottle in the other.Staring into her green eyes, I feel chills run up and down my spine. “I just wanted to say nice to meet you, Challis Jones.”I let go of her wrist and am surprised not to see her bolt. She stands straight up, rubs her wrist. “Wish I could say the same back to you, Champ.”I relax back onto the barstool, holding my cold beer to my chest. “In time, Challis. In time you’ll be impressed.”“Fuck off.” Challis turns on her heels, whirling her long brown hair in the air and is off. I try not to stare at her and keep pleasantly distracted with hometown people coming up and welcoming me home. Soon a large crowd settles in around me as we shoot the breeze. Challis remains cold and distant toward me and the people surrounding me.“Merek, you’re home.”Craning my neck I see Madison Nicholson standing behind me bouncing up and down on her toes. I flash her a grin and tip my hat to her and then extend my arm out to her. I feel her fingers wrap around my hand as I pull her into me. Bodies part to make room for her, and I can’t help but smile when I look up at her.Madison and I were high school sweethearts at one point in time. But it was evident our paths were never going to mesh, so we settled for fuck buddies when the time was convenient for both of us. “Home from doctor school?” I ask her, brushing her blonde locks from her face.“Duh, winter break.”“Excuse me, smarty pants.” I slap her ass, making her squeal.She leans in, resting her hand on my chest. “Got plans tonight, Merek?”“I think I just made some.” I wink at her.
Without warning, Madison leans down and places a kiss on my lips. It’s light and sweet just like her. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Challis staring at us, so I pull Madison in, deepening the kiss. A loud crash rings out in the small bar, and when I look up, I see the front door slamming and Challis is gone.
Chapter 1Merek“Who the hell is she?”“Back in town for—what?—two hours, and already scoping out a fresh piece of ass, Merek?”I just raise an eyebrow to my little brother, give him that sly Slatter grin, and toss back my longneck.“Maybe.”“New waitress. Been here about four months. About the time you left for Houston and traveled on down the road riding them bucking horses.”The tension is evident in my little brother’s voice, with ample amounts of jealousy laced in there. His loyalty has always been to the ranch, Daddy’s legacy and Momma’s heart, and I’ve been the wildcard. Chasing my dreams eight seconds at a time on the road. I love the ranch and the rich history it holds deep in the soil of the grounds, but I’m more of my granddad’s type, wild at heart and addicted to the rodeo lifestyle.“Yeah, four months, Marvel, and I’ll be home for the next three. Get over yourself.”“Daddy’s not doing good and—”I cut his arrogant ass off before he has the slightest chance of giving me his tired-ass sob story. “I send money home. I’ve kept shit afloat, and if you ever insinuate that I’d let Granddad’s ranch go to hell, you can fuck off.”Marvel receives my message clear as day and the subject changes quite rapidly.“Fall calves look real good. Prices are high too.” Marvel sips on his whiskey.I nod at the information and would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t miss the ranch. I’ll just never know if there’s a true balance between chasing that buckle and living on the ranch. Granddad always did it until his body broke down and forced his hand. He’s the only reason I look forward to coming home. Long talks with him always seem to help ground my ass.“Anyway, what’s her name?” I ask again while staring at the new waitress.Well, at least new to me. She’s kind of hard to miss with her long, tan legs strutting about in her tight, white shorty shorts. God damn, there’s something about her long brown waves of curls that makes me want to take her on the bar. I readjust myself and try to focus on Marvel rambling on about ranch shit. It’s the same old story. Our dad has blown the majority of earnings on horse racing. He calls it his hobby, but in reality it’s going to be the death of the Slatter legacy.I don’t miss the quick glances she keeps sending my way either. Her bright green eyes flash over to me as Marvel keeps talking and I keep drinking. The way I see it, the faster I drink the quicker I get her cute little ass over here to serve me.“Dickface, have you listened to a word I’ve said, or just scheming your game plan to get down her pants?” Marvel tosses the basket of peanuts into my chest, causing nuts to fly everywhere.“I’m fucking listening.” I toss back the rest of my drink and raise the empty longneck. She spots me and signals with a nod. “What are we going to do? Dad owes a bunch of people money.”“Well, calf prices are good and I’ve got money in the bank.” I relax back into my seat, kicking out my long legs. “We’ll handle it like we always do.”“Something has to give, Merek. Granddad’s heart can’t take much more, and you know Momma, she’ll never say a word.”I shrug off Marvel’s concern. He’s always been the bleeding heart in the family, trying his damnedest to restore everything to the ways of our childhood. Our oldest brother, Maverik, is a lot like me and does a lot of shoulder shrugging. “Did you need something?” A sexy as hell voice invades our table.Turning my head, I come face to face with a green-eyed beauty and actually stumble trying to talk.“What did you need? Or is it just normal to wave beer bottles at women?” She plants her hands on her hips, glaring down at me.I can’t help but flash my wicked grin back at her. Now that she’s closer, her eyes are a piercing green and her skin a stunning olive tan. I try not to stare, but I seem to be pulled into her. Marvel throws an elbow into my ribs. “Quit wasting her time, Merek.”“Sorry.” I shake my head quickly. “Another beer.”“That’s it?” Her long brown hair whips over her shoulder.My cocky meter hits an all-time high with the mixture of her voice and attitude toward me. “Yeah, that’s fucking it.”“Well, next time march your happy little ass up to the bar and order.”I catch sight of her rather large silver buckle resting below her sliver of skin that’s showing. It’s a state champion buckle and one that’s near elusive to win in Texas with such stiff competition. As she walks away, I can’t help admire her backside as well. “Never seen a girl get to you that fast, little bro.” Maverik pulls out a chair, swings it backward, rests his forearms on the back, and settles in. His best friend, Jake, a black and white cow dog settles underneath him. They’re inseparable. Jake was a birthday present from Granddad for Maverik’s tenth birthday. All of us boys were damn jealous of that beautiful pup. “Order me a drink, bitch.”Maverik glares down at Marvel and then slugs him in the arm. Marvel doesn’t even argue because he knows it’s one argument he’ll lose. I let out a loud laugh and send a head nod to my older brother. “Back in town, uh?”“Yep, three month break. Figured I’d come raise hell around here.”“Good, we missed your ugly ass. Did you bring me any puss home?”I toss the empty peanut basket back at him. “Naw, man, you’ll have to stick to hometown puss for now.”“Asshole.” Maverik slings the napkin dispenser toward my side of the table.A longneck amber brown bottle slams down on the table with gold liquid sloshing down the sides. “Here’s your beer, Champ.”I look back up into the lustful green eyes that seem to love to glare back at me. Not an ounce of amusement rests on her face this time. Damn, I was hoping to pique her curiosity just a bit, and it’s clear someone filled her in on who I was. Well, it’s about time she understands who she’s dealing with.I rise to my feet and close the space between us. I feel her move back until she’s up against a wall, and I follow her until our bodies are softly pressed into each other. “I’m not Champ. I’m Merek.” I run my palm up the skin of her arm, leaving goose bumps behind. “But I can make you feel like a champ. Just give me one night.”I watch as her eyebrow rises in curiosity and I know I have her right where I want her. I fall further into her, listening to our buckles scrape together and then run my hand right back down the same path. “Meet me outside after your shift.” My palms settle on her hips and I’m surprised how she doesn’t fight me touching her. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”I watch as she breaks into a fit of laughter under my touch. Tears begin trailing down her cheeks as she tries to calm her howls. Her hands settle onto my chest, and the next thing I know I’m being pushed back down into my seat with more force than I would’ve expected the little bombshell to have.“My name is Challis and I’ll break it to you easy. You don’t stand a fucking chance with me, Champ.”She turns to walk away, leaving me with my jaw on the motherfucking floor, and then I do what I do best, play the dick card. “How many guys did you have to blow to get that buckle?”My words stop her mid-stride, but she doesn’t turn around to battle back. Instead, I watch as she lifts both arms and sends me the bird over her shoulder. And my God, if her little action didn’t cause my jeans to get tighter where they shouldn’t be.My brothers’ roars of laughter drag my attention from Challis’s ass sauntering away from me. “Damn, I’ve never seen a woman do that to Merek.” Maverik grips his hat waving it in appreciation toward Challis and her turn-down.“How’s it feel, asshat?” Marvel stares me down.“Shut the hell up, I was just dicking around with her.” I toss back half of my beer before coming up for air. “I can get a piece whenever or wherever.”Maverik leans up on the table, firmly planting his elbows down. “You did notice her buckle was for chasing cans, so I’m pretty sure she didn’t have to suck any dick for it.”My eyes widen trying to recall exactly what her buckle had on it. The letters for the state association are the only things I can remember. “Nah.” I shake my head from side to side. “There’s no way in hell some state champ is in here bartending and not rodeoing for a living.”“Here she comes.” Marvel slaps my arm. “Look.”Challis passes our table quite swiftly, but I catch sight of the barrel racing decorating her buckle and the year. Well, if it’s hers she’s about four years younger than me, yet a bit older than Marvel.“She’s Challis Jones. Remember old man Jones from Fulton County?” Maverik watches me, waiting for a light bulb to go off. “Wine Cup Ranch, the godfather of bucking bulls.”Then it hits me. “She’s a Jones?”“She’s not just a Jones. She’s Cody Jones’ only child, and a daughter at that.”I shudder thinking about the heir of Cody Jones in the same bar as me. Country roots don’t get any deeper than Cody Jones. He lived and breathed everything rodeo until he was buried six feet under. My body shakes remembering the gruesome details of the accident. “What the fuck is she doing here? She’s at least a good couple of hundred miles from home.”“Who knows?” Marvel shrugs. “She’s kept her distance from everyone in town.”“So, she just rambled in one day and lives in the alley?” My frustration level is evident in my voice, and I’m done waiting for answers. “Still an asshole.” Maverik relaxes back in his chair, avoiding eye contact with me. “Lives with her aunt out at Lazy Hat Ranch.”“Tori, the one who owns this place?”“Yep, I guess that’s her aunt,” Maverik replies.“Tori is related to Cody.” I tip back the brim of my cowboy hat and lightly scratch my head, struggling to put the puzzle pieces together. “Yeah.” Maverik stands, downing the last of his drink. “No one knows her story and she’s never come across friendly enough for anyone to be brave enough to ask. I have a party waiting for me. Later, pussies.”Before I can ask another question, Maverik is heading toward the door where a brunette awaits him while his faithful companion, Jake, trails right behind. I shake my head wondering if things ever change. Maverik is a playboy at heart and as the years pass it seems he’ll never settle down. He had one true love who broke him, and I don’t think he’s capable of ever loving again, but my thoughts quickly go straight back to analyzing Challis. I’m not bashful about staring her down or studying each of her movements. “Let’s go.” Marvel slaps my arm. “I’ll go pay the tab and get the truck.”I just nod to him as I continue staring down the beauty behind the bar, appreciating each of her moves and the way her hair dances up and down her back as she pours drinks. Against my better judgment, I stride up to the bar, continuing to stare her down, and apply a bit more pressure with my presence.“What?” Her voice is filled with displeasure.“Another beer.”“Your brother just paid the tab.” She points toward Marvel at the end of the bar. “Time to go.”“I’m a big boy.” I adjust myself before sitting on the barstool and don’t miss the fact her view seemed to appreciate every single movement. “Fine.” Challis whirls around, snags a beer from the tub of ice behind the bar, and sends it sailing across the bar top toward me. I catch her wrist with one hand before she has the chance to escape and the chilled beer bottle in the other.Staring into her green eyes, I feel chills run up and down my spine. “I just wanted to say nice to meet you, Challis Jones.”I let go of her wrist and am surprised not to see her bolt. She stands straight up, rubs her wrist. “Wish I could say the same back to you, Champ.”I relax back onto the barstool, holding my cold beer to my chest. “In time, Challis. In time you’ll be impressed.”“Fuck off.” Challis turns on her heels, whirling her long brown hair in the air and is off. I try not to stare at her and keep pleasantly distracted with hometown people coming up and welcoming me home. Soon a large crowd settles in around me as we shoot the breeze. Challis remains cold and distant toward me and the people surrounding me.“Merek, you’re home.”Craning my neck I see Madison Nicholson standing behind me bouncing up and down on her toes. I flash her a grin and tip my hat to her and then extend my arm out to her. I feel her fingers wrap around my hand as I pull her into me. Bodies part to make room for her, and I can’t help but smile when I look up at her.Madison and I were high school sweethearts at one point in time. But it was evident our paths were never going to mesh, so we settled for fuck buddies when the time was convenient for both of us. “Home from doctor school?” I ask her, brushing her blonde locks from her face.“Duh, winter break.”“Excuse me, smarty pants.” I slap her ass, making her squeal.She leans in, resting her hand on my chest. “Got plans tonight, Merek?”“I think I just made some.” I wink at her. Without warning, Madison leans down and places a kiss on my lips. It’s light and sweet just like her. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Challis staring at us, so I pull Madison in, deepening the kiss. A loud crash rings out in the small bar, and when I look up, I see the front door slamming and Challis is gone.
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June 10, 2015
8 Second Decision Cover Reveal
Merek Slatter is the wild card on the Silver Star Ranch in Texas and always has been. He’s blessed with his granddaddy’s love of the ranch yet haunted with chasing that gold buckle eight seconds at a time. Tensions are high on the ranch when circumstances threaten to take it under. His dad and brothers pressure him to stay home and become an active cowboy on the ranch. However, Merek is addicted to the road and rodeo. He’s home anytime he can be and provides plenty of money to keep the family ranch afloat, but sometimes it takes more than what’s in the bank to protect tradition. Now home on a three-month break, Merek finds himself all tied up with the new girl in town. She’s quiet and reserved but there’s something about Challis’ green eyes and feisty attitude that makes her irresistible. When he runs into her at a rodeo and catches a glimpse of her on horseback all hopes of leaving her alone flies out the window. There are several rumors floating around town about her, however that doesn’t stop Merek from going after what he wants. He knows she’s off limits and only full of trouble, but Merek thrives on trouble and adrenaline. Then the road calls again and it’s time to leave. Eight Seconds Gold Buckles And the high… What will he choose?
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May 1, 2015
BLUE Cover Reveal!!!
Photographer: Perrywinkle PhotographyDesigner: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Blue Williams shines no matter the circumstance. -Prettiest in her hometown -Most talented cheerleader on her high school squad -Valedictorian of the senior class -Prom queen and runner up for Miss Teen Colorado And the list goes on…That’s until college, when she finds out nobody recognizes her, and if they do they couldn’t care less. Blending in is something Blue has longed for her entire life. Living in a dorm with a set of new friends is just what she needed to escape her stale life back home. For the first time, she’s seen for her talent and not her name or looks.Cheer is her number one priority, considering a full-ride scholarship landed her at a prestigious university, and she intends to take advantage of it. A true beauty inside and out, Blue’s heart has always pumped competitive blood.Until one night changes her forever…the beauty is gone, and all she has left are nasty, ugly memories. The man who saved her has a story of his own, with ninety percent of his body scarred.What happens when the Beauty falls for the Beast?
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April 18, 2015
Mr. Right Now: Vol. 3 is LIVE!
Let the sin continue… Cole Sterling racks up plenty of frequent flyer miles in his sinful style behind closed doors with the women and men of LA. Night after night, he dulls the stress of being the lead Sterling by getting lost in his own desires. His favorite number is three, and he doesn’t discriminate when it comes to partners. Pleasure is pleasure, and his drug of choice to distract him from Made To Sin being behind schedule and his brothers’ debauchery.Cole called it the West Coast curse as an inside joke, but when he realizes he’s made the biggest mistake of his life and may lose his best friend, not to mention the woman who stole his heart, he becomes a firm believer in the curse.-This is a four-part erotic serial.- Not suitable for readers under 18.
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April 11, 2015
Mr. Right Now, Vol 2 IS LIVE!
Volume #2 The Sterling brothers have marked LA with their sin. Dax finds himself fighting old demons. He lost count of the number of women he has entertained in LA, but then he sees the redhead who has been haunting his dreams for weeks.When he happens to run into her again, he refuses to take no for an answer. Six weeks promised, and so many possibilities lying ahead of him. But can Dax keep out of trouble—and jail—long enough to enjoy it? -This is a four-part erotic serial.- Not suitable for readers under 18.
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January 22, 2015
Her Soldier Cover Reveal
HER Soldier
Release Date: March 10thPublisher: Limitless PublishingPhotography By: Perrywinkle PhotographyModels: Teale Shawn Murdock & Aaron Lesue’ Cover Design: RedbirdDesigns
Synopsis: Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner died in the line of duty serving his country. Or at least that’s what the newspapers said…
The US Government handed him a new identity, and strict orders not to make contact with anyone from his past. As far as society was concerned Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner was dead, and buried six feet under.
Not having contact with his ex-wife would be easy. She was a manipulator and a cheater.
Not seeing his daughter on the other hand would devastate him…
Beau Morgan, aka Jeremiah, settles down in a town far away from everything he’s ever known. Coping with the trauma he’s experienced and discovering a new life Beau finds himself the most aggressive he’s ever been. His blood simmers with rage while his fists are thirsty to let it all out .
In the middle of his own living hell he never expected to run into an old familiar face. And to top it off, one who recognized him as Jeremiah.
He’s vowed never to love again, but as circumstances land him in the arms of a woman, Jenni Lee, this time he may not have a choice, as she rarely takes no for an answer.
Can Beau Morgan control his temper long enough to settle into his new life? Or will resentment taint him forever?
Chapter 1Streetlights whiz past my peripheral vision as I roar down Main Street to the restaurant. The familiar rage inside me begins to boil. Just the mention of that name can do dangerous things to me internally. I never want to hear it again. Everything was taken away from me with that name.I try to focus on Michelle’s face instead of the rage. She looked so different, yet it was the same girl. I could tell from her tattoo. What a mysterious mind fuck that girl is. I searched everywhere for her after the night she abandoned me at the tattoo parlor. Her wrist. Holy fuck. It hits me if that’s Michelle, I knew then she’d have a lump on her wrist, because I can guarantee she never visited a hospital.The night we spent together was something magical. There aren’t many things in my life I’d classify as magical—my gran’s baking, the birth of my child, and that night with her. She had a serious effect on me, but ran. She literally ran off into the night. I deployed two months later. End of story.My thoughts occupied me while loading the food and heading back to the reception. As I step out of the delivery truck, a sound catches my ear. It’s not one many would pick up on, but I do easily. Someone is being beaten. The darkness of the night with the faraway lights makes it easier for me to detect the sound of bones being beaten. I spent many nights this way.The ground is uneven, with little paths leading in every direction. Being unfamiliar with the lay of the land is making it beyond difficult to maneuver my way to the punches. A desperate plea sounds, making me damn near desperate to find where it’s coming from. Instinctively, I reach for my gun, but only find keys in my pocket. Army life is still so second nature that even after years I find myself reverting to old habits. “You fucking cunt.” The voice becomes clearer, and the surroundings light up a bit. Finally rounding a corner, I spot a petite blonde cowered down on the ground with a brooding man standing above her. It’s clear by the sheer size of the man he would be able to snap her neck in a second. The pale pink color of the wedding party catches my eye, and instantly I wonder if it’s Michelle. There’s way too much blonde hair. It’s not her.The blonde lifts her face up from the ground, and this is when I lose it. Blood is flowing down her face, making her features difficult to recognize. Her hair is pulled out of its fancy up-do. The man jerks her up by the hair to a standing position.Everything inside me boils. Clearly, the situation is exactly what I think it is.“You’re going home with me right now, Jenni. I’ll fucking drag you if I have to.” The man pulls the helpless woman closer to him, tearing her pink dress with the action. “You’ll never hang around the Wilks boys again.”Stepping into the slice of light covering the duo, I ask, “Is there a problem here?”I feel the rage inside me boil further, if that’s even possible, when her brown eyes reflect back at me. She’s beyond desperate and scared. I’ve seen this look on civilians before, and every time it turns on a switch within me. I’m not playing the hero card. It’s more like knowing the difference between right and wrong and acting on it. It takes someone to make a stand.The blonde is pulled even tighter into the man, and the sound of her dress being completely ripped from the top of her body fills the air. “We’re fucking fine, man. Leave.”I move in closer to the situation, watching her reaction as I do. Once I make eye contact with her, I don’t break it. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to the young lady.” My gaze bores holes into her desperate eyes. “Are you okay?”She begins to speak, but the man rips on her hair again. This time is enough. I don’t wait for an answer or another moan of pain from the woman. Before I know what is happening, I step up and hammer the man in the face. Taken by surprise, he lets go of the girl. I grab for her and push her behind me to safety. However, my need to punish this man isn’t nearly satisfied. He’ll pay for every single ounce of pain he’s inflicted on her. My fists fly into action, nailing him with each blow. Now the sound of crunching bones is caused by me and well deserved. I leave him with one final kick to the ribs. I’m fairly certain he’s unconscious, as his moans and begging have now stopped. I wipe my bloody knuckles on the back of my pants before turning to face the woman.She’s cowered back down on the ground with her face buried. Her blonde mane is splayed out over knees and is dappled with spots of blood. I’m pretty sure she’s past the point of being cleaned up to go back to the wedding.“Are you okay?” I mentally berate myself for asking such a dumbass question. Of course she’s not okay. My hands fumble a bit before they finally grab for her and rest on the top of her knee. I push away her loose hair before I find her exposed kneecap, which is scraped up too. “What can I do?” She doesn’t respond with words. Instead her body shudders as her tears flow. She’s beyond talking and clearly not okay.“I’m going to get you out of here.” I pat her knee, finding a piece of her flesh that’s not damaged. I run my hand up and down this spot trying to comfort her. “I’m going to pack you to my truck and take you where you need to go. Would you like me to let anyone know you’re leaving?”I watch as her long hair sways back and forth, signaling no.“No to me helping you, or to letting someone know?”She slowly drags her head up to look at me, with her hair matted to both sides of her face. Her left eye is swollen shut, while most of the blood has started to dry up. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I need to leave,” escapes her cut lips.Without any further questioning, I stand and go back to the man who caused all of this and give him a little more of what I think of him. This time the sound of his bone crushing under my fist feels even better than last time. I don’t take long because I don’t want to leave her in too much pain and in front of her assailant. Slowly and with more ease than I’ve used in years, I pick her up in my arms. The top half of her dress falls away from her body, while the skirt portion barely hangs onto her. She’s tense in my arms, not one bit relaxed or comforted. I’ll never understand the urge to lay a hand on a woman. I’ve been pissed before at the opposite sex, but using my fists to solve the problem has never even crossed my mind. With each step I take toward the parking lot, I feel her become more panicked. Her tiny hands grab at my biceps, clenching tight. “It’s okay. I’m just going to take you to my truck, and then to wherever you need to go.” She finally makes eye contact with me, and I think she might believe I’m not the enemy, but I want to reassure her. “I won’t hurt you. I can even call the cops right now and get you help.”Music fills the dark night air as we close in on the parking lot. When she hears the music, she begins to sob in my arms.“Do you want me to go get one of your friends?”“No.”Her sobs continue as she clings harder to my arm, but the rest of her body begins to relax a bit. I desperately want to keep talking to her, or even hold her longer to show her I’m not the enemy and will never hurt her. I’m not sure how to act in this situation. We are two strangers in a very difficult situation.“Okay, this is my truck. Are you sure you don’t want me to go get someone?”This time she struggles from my arms and tries to stand on her own. Of course her fragile little body can’t handle it. I steady her and keep her from collapsing to the ground. Her bare chest is exposed to the world, with a dainty, baby blue bra covering her. I pull off my white button up staff shirt and cover her up with it. “Please don’t tell anyone. Please? They’ll just think I’m an idiot.” She fiddles with the hem of my shirt as she sits in the front seat staring at her feet. “And they aren’t that far off.”“Don’t.” I grab her hand, stopping her from fiddling and berating herself. “Don’t you dare think that way.”“Beau.” I turn to see one of my co-workers in a frantic state. “Where is the truck with the food? We are almost out of everything. Boss man, Juan, is going nuts.”Standing in front of a co-worker in a white wife beater is somewhat awkward, though no more than having a beaten woman behind me, but the last thing I want to do is expose her to anyone. Before I have the chance to speak, a very red faced and pissed off Juan joins the small crowd.“Beau, where in the fuck is the food?” He pauses, with an odd expression covering his face. “Where’s the company truck?”I nod in the direction where I parked the company truck, loaded and ready to go with food for the reception. His beady black eyes follow my nod and then turn back to me.“And what do you think you’re doing?” Juan throws his hands behind his head in a fit. “Get back to work now, Beau, and get your fucking shirt on.”The woman behind me lets out a light groan as she tries to get out of the truck. Her shoes are missing, dress ripped, and she’s obviously in an insane amount of pain. “Fuck you, I quit.”The words come out effortlessly. The way I see it, there was no other choice. I round the front of the truck, moving as fast as I can to get next to her. She needs help.“I’m going to take you to the hospital.”She faces me with a desperate plea before any words leave her mouth. I know what her next words will be, but the thing is, I’ve already let one woman in need of medical attention escape me. I’m not repeating the same mistake. She will go to the hospital.
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MR RIGHT NOW SERIALS
HJ BELLUS
Volume #1
Model: Joshua GawrysiakPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird Designs
Volume #2
Model: Zac SmithPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird Designs
Volume #3
Model: Golden CzermakPhotographer: RLS Model Images PhotographyDesigner: Redbird Designs
Volume #4
Model: Adam SpahnPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird Designs
Synopsis Four FreindsDax Cole Eli KamOne 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. Are you ready to party with the Made to Sin men?
About the Author I am an independent author excited about releasing my first novel very soon. A big dream coming true!!! I'm all country...the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows....love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time...I always fall hard for a trucker style hat...especially if it's a John Deere hat....loves me a good ol' farm boy!!!!!!Website/Facebook/Twitter/TSU
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HJ BELLUS
Volume #1
Model: Joshua GawrysiakPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird Designs
Volume #2
Model: Zac SmithPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird DesignsVolume #3
Model: Golden CzermakPhotographer: RLS Model Images PhotographyDesigner: Redbird Designs
Volume #4
Model: Adam SpahnPhotographer: Furious FotogDesigner: Redbird Designs
Synopsis Four FreindsDax Cole Eli KamOne 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. Are you ready to party with the Made to Sin men?
About the Author I am an independent author excited about releasing my first novel very soon. A big dream coming true!!! I'm all country...the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows....love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time...I always fall hard for a trucker style hat...especially if it's a John Deere hat....loves me a good ol' farm boy!!!!!!Website/Facebook/Twitter/TSU
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