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March 9, 2018
Whiskey & You Cover Reveal
WHISKEY & YOU
COVER REVEAL
March 5, 2018
Wild In The Windy City Volume 2
Title: Wild In The Windy City: The Anthology Volume 2
Authors: Ryan Michele, M.C. Decker, Mandi Beck, M. Piper, H.J. Bellus, Chelsea Camaron, Kat T. Masen, JM Witt, Jenna Galicki, Gia Riley, L.B. Dunbar, Lisa Suzanne, and J.D. Hollyfield
Genre: Romance
Release Date: March 6, 2018
-Get wild in the Windy City-Thirteen bestselling romance authors pack the pages of this anthology full of sex, love, romance, rock and roll and more. Offering a taste of a wide range of themes, this anthology isn’t one you want to miss out on.
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February 14, 2018
Hot MMA Fighter
Congratulations to USA TODAY Bestseller, HJ Bellus, on the release of CRUZ!
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MMA ROMANCE | Diablo’s Throne # 1 | Standalone
CRUZ by HJ Bellus
Diablo’s Throne MMA #1
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She hates fighting. He lives for it.
Layla’s vicious past drove her away from her hometown. She couldn’t live with all the reminders surrounding her, so she ran.
Cruz Felix found a new home. A place where he could get his head on straight, train, and fight match after match toward the end goal: the championship in Las Vegas. It’s the one thing in his life he wants more than anything, and it’s all in the name of his deceased father.
Until Layla returns home. Her dad owns the gym; he’s the sole reason Cruz is fighting again.
The attraction is immediate, even though both of them are drowning in their own misery and secrets.
The thing about secrets are they always find a way out the darkness and have the power to destroy.
Will their connection be worth fighting for?
Find out in Cruz, Diablo’s Throne, Book #1.
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February 13, 2018
Cruz is LIVE!
Title: Cruz
Series: Diablo’s Throne #1
Author: HJ Bellus
Publisher: Crave Publishing
Genre: MMA Romance
Release Date: February 13, 2018
Blurb
She hates fighting. He lives for it.
Layla’s vicious past drove her away from her hometown. She couldn’t live with
all the reminders surrounding her, so she ran.
Cruz Felix found a new home. A place where he could get his head on straight,
train, and fight match after match toward the end goal: the championship in Las
Vegas. It’s the one thing in his life he wants more than anything, and it’s all
in the name of his deceased father.
Until Layla returns home. Her dad owns the gym; he’s the sole reason Cruz is
fighting again.
The attraction is immediate, even though both of them are drowning in their own
misery and secrets.
The thing about secrets are they always find a way out the
darkness and have the power to destroy.
Will their connection be worth fighting for?
Find out in Cruz, Diablo’s Throne, Book #1.
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livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shotgunning a beer
while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her
boots.
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February 6, 2018
Cruz Teaser Tuesday
Releasing February 13th from Crave Publishing…
Pre-Order available NOW!
CRUZ by HJ Bellus
Diablo’s Throne MMA #1
Crave Publishing
She hates fighting. He lives for it.
Layla’s vicious past drove her away from her hometown. She couldn’t live with all the reminders surrounding her, so she ran.
Cruz Felix found a new home. A place where he could get his head on straight, train, and fight match after match toward the end goal: the championship in Las Vegas. It’s the one thing in his life he wants more than anything, and it’s all in the name of his deceased father.
Until Layla returns home. Her dad owns the gym; he’s the sole reason Cruz is fighting again.
The attraction is immediate, even though both of them are drowning in their own misery and secrets.
The thing about secrets are they always find a way out the darkness and have the power to destroy.
Will their connection be worth fighting for?
Find out in Cruz, Diablo’s Throne, Book #1.
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February 4, 2018
CRUZ PROLOGUE & CHAPTER 1 REVEAL
CRUZ
Book #1 in the Diablo’s Throne MMA
Release Date: February 13th
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Prologue
I trip over my untied shoelace as I race off the bus, darting toward the front door. I know my granny will be in there but sure hope my momma has decided to come home today. Mrs. Freeman, my first-grade teacher, told me my picture was the prettiest on our Mother’s Day project.
I know my momma will love it. She hasn’t been home for almost a week, but tonight is the night she’ll come back. Daddy always makes sure to give her a perfect Mother’s Day weekend. The nasty memories of her yelling at my dad how she wasn’t happy sting my thoughts for a second, but I don’t slow down.
I push open the door and yell out. “Momma. Momma. Are you home?”
I round the wall entering the kitchen to see my daddy at the table with both elbows on the tabletop and his face buried. There’s a large empty bottle next to him. The smell of posole hits me hard. My abuela is at the stove stirring a large steaming pot.
“Mi niña.” Abuela’s warm smile hits me hard, making my perfect day better.
I freeze, gripping my perfect piece of art in my hands because I know something is instantly wrong. Granny always gets very mad and red in the face when Daddy drinks, but she’s smiling.
“Daddy,” I whisper.
After long moments, he looks up at me with red-welted eyes and a few tears streaming down his face. He doesn’t speak. Tears spill from my eyes because my daddy is so sad. It hurts me.
“Son.” My abuela waves her spatula in his direction.
“Layla.” He pats his lap.
I rush to him, letting the picture float down to the tabletop, and wrap my little arms around his neck.
“Momma is never coming home.”
I bury my face deeper into his neck and sob.
His big hand runs up and down my back. “I’m so sorry, sweet baby. Abuela and I will always be in your corner. Always.”
I raise my head in the midst of sobbing and peer up to him. He still has a thick cut under his eye, the other one bruised with deep shades of purple. My little fingers run over his damaged knuckles. My daddy is a fighter. He’s a champion.
I turn on his lap and begin tearing the art project. I don’t stop until it’s shredded into tiny scattered pieces then with one arm I swipe all the falling pieces to the ground. I hop off his lap and begin stomping on them until I run my little body out of energy. Then I fall onto the crumpled pieces on the ground.
Chapter 1
Layla
Beads of sweat pour off my forehead. My shoulders tremble as my second orgasm of the night hits. Tyler growls and shudders before he collapses on my body. Our sweat intertwines. I feel light kisses on my temple.
“I’m going to miss you, Layla.”
I rub small circles on his back. “You’ll be so busy you won’t have a chance to miss me.”
“Wrong.”
“Ha. You’ll be fine, Dr. Mitchell.” I pat his chest and wiggle my way out from underneath him.
I’ve learned Tyler never feels the need to snuggle, cuddle, and kiss after sex. In the beginning, it hurt because I wanted more from Tyler. But he’s made it clear he doesn’t share the same interest. Both of our careers keep us busy enough and always on our toes. I’ve been a traveling ER nurse for the past year and love it. Tyler and I have been on the same schedule. It happens over and over. I’ve learned to tamp down my desires and settle for what I can get from Tyler.
It’s not love. Maybe lust, but I know there could be so much more. And that’s what keeps me coming back for more.
“How long is your trip again?” I hear his voice from the bed.
“I’m staying two weeks since I haven’t been home for over a year.”
“More like six months, Layla.”
I crank the shower on making sure it’s maxed out on the hot side. “Well, it has felt like a year.” I peek over my shoulder to see Tyler’s toned body nearing.
He pads across the bathroom floor, wraps his arms low around my waist, kissing my neck.
“I know you miss home.”
I sigh, melting back into him. “I do. I really do, but I love this job, too. But my padre and abuela are my whole world.”
I keep the sadness, despair, and heartache my hometown reminds me of at bay, not allowing the tears to have a chance to cascade.
Tyler grunts at the sound of my Spanish. He’s not fond of it and can’t figure out why I can’t break the habit.
“Then it seems you’re getting the best of both worlds.”
“Yeah, I am.” I smile giddily with excitement to go back home for a well-needed vacation. I wait for more from Tyler like I always do, but it never comes, and I’m the only one to blame for that.
***
“No thank you.” I wave to the flight attendant.
I flip my phone to airplane mode and relax back in the cozy first class seat. My eyelids grow heavy, and sleep takes over. My body jolts when the airplane lands. I muffle a light squeal then look around to make sure nobody noticed me startle.
I place my hands on my chest to calm my racing heart. I peer out the window to see the familiar land of Portland, Oregon. It’s the closest airport to my hometown of Vancouver. My heart swells with the mere thoughts of hugging my dad and granny. They’re my entire world. My complete fan club, cheering squad, coaches, and everything since day one.
It was that duo who encouraged me to take the job as a traveling nurse. I’d attended a local college and had a decent job as an emergency room nurse, but my dad always wanted more for me. I’m his only child and a girl at that. He demands the world for me. He traveled the world as the reigning boxing champion for years before he fell in love with an evil woman.
She seduced him, stole his heart, and gave him a child, so I guess in the end it was all worth it. I hate her still to this day. I get bloody pissed drunk every single Mother’s Day and let the rage build inside of me. I hide it all from Dad and Granny because they’ve sacrificed everything for me.
My stomach growls on the jetway as I exit the plane and I smile. I know there will be a massive pot of tamales ready to devour when I get home. Having a traditional abuela at home has its perks. She made sure I was fluent in Spanish, a hard worker with ethics, and always a full belly of my favorite tamales.
I head to the curbside looking for my dad’s black Escalade. He’s typically so damn happy to pick me up that he’s right outside security, but not today. Five long minutes creep by before I remember to power on my phone. It takes a few seconds to light up. I check to make sure I gave him the right flight information. I did.
Then a flurry of texts all slam my phone, jamming it up. Panic hits me. Something is wrong. I can feel it in my toes.
“Layla.”
I look up to see Jag running his hands through his dark brown hair. He’s out of breath, and the look on his face tells me everything I need to know. I fall to my knees beginning to panic. My vision blurs and chest my tightens… My world is crumbling below me.
I feel Jag’s strong hands grab my upper arms, forcing me to stand. He speaks three words that shatter my entire world.
“It’s your grandma.”
“Jag?”
“We need to get to the hospital now.”
I follow him over to his jacked-up truck. He tosses my bag in the bed with ease and makes sure I climb in. Jag never changes. I swear I still see that broken kid he once was. The man is as close to a brother as I’ll ever have. Jag has been training with my dad for years and is thriving in the MMA world, but none of that offers comfort at this moment. I want to be home with my family.
The hospital has the same dull roar buzzing around as any hospital. It should be a familiar and comforting sound for me, but it’s not. It makes me want to puke. We round the waiting room, and I see him.
It’s like that day so many years ago. His elbows planted on the table with his face buried. There’s no empty bottle or the smell of Abuela’s cooking. No, instead there’s the smell of death. Some fighters my dad trains sit next to him. I recognize most of them, but one I’ve never seen before.
I drop to my knees, place my hands on his knees, and wait for him to look at me. He doesn’t, though. I can feel his heart breaking right underneath my touch.
“Papi,” I finally whisper.
He finally looks up, and it’s the second time I’ve seen him cry. His tears run down his face without shame.
“What’s going on?”
He doesn’t get a chance to respond because a doctor enters the stuffy waiting room, gaining all of our attention. “Family of Maria Diaz?”
I stand to my feet, adjust my shirt over my hips, and smooth down my palms on the top of my thighs. Goosebumps race down my legs. My short shorts are not productive at all right now.
“Yes,” I finally answer.
“Layla,” Dr. McHughes responds.
“Hey.” I offer a weak wave, terror lacing my voice.
He rolls his cap over in his hands. “I didn’t know Maria was your grandmother.”
I nod. I spent a month at this hospital a few years back. It was hard being back in my hometown. Dr. McHughes wanted so much more than a working relationship. The thing is I vowed never to let anything or anyone tie me to this town besides my family.
“Yes, she is.” I fiddle with my fingers. “I just flew in and have no idea what’s going on.”
“Dr. Olsen is rushing to the hospital. It’s his week to be here.”
“He’s a heart specialist,” I whisper.
“Yes, Maria will be going in for an emergency triple bypass in a few minutes.”
“I have to see her.” I rush past him, not waiting for an answer.
He grabs my forearm before I get too far out of the waiting room. “Would your dad like to go with you?”
I turn back to the broken man and reach out my hand in his direction. It takes a few of his men to help him to his feet. He nods his appreciation before winding his fingers in mine. I’ll always be in awe of my father’s frame and build. He’s a modern-day Hulk. The man towers over everyone.
We walk hand in hand down the hallway. Papi squeezes my hand almost to a painful point.
“I came home for lunch and found her on the ground in the kitchen,” he whispers.
I squeeze his hand a bit tighter.
“She was making tamales for the family dinner tonight.”
“Papi,” I whisper between sobs.
“I can’t lose my madre.” His voice cracks, causing pain to shoot up my spine.
My dad, hero, and protector shattered my heart in five words. My abuela has been our rock for years. She gave us hope when there was none. She’d scrounge up recipes when we had no food in the house. She stood by my father’s side when he was getting his ass kicked and had to fight tooth and nail to get his championship belt back. I could’ve told her I was going to clown school and she would’ve beamed with happiness and pride.
We enter a small pre-op room where I barely recognize my grandmother’s fragile frame. She’s always been the epitome of strength and resilience. I squeeze my father’s hand, finding it hard to make my legs move.
“My baby.” She fights to raise her arms from the bed.
I rush to her side, burying my face in her chest and hugging the hell out of her. “I’m home.”
Papi moves to the opposite side of the bed and takes her other hand.
“You need to finish the tamales.” Her voice is tiny.
“Okay.” I cut her off. Tamales are the last thing I want her worrying about.
“You need to find a nice piece of ass, too, sweetie.” She forces a weak grin.
I laugh. She’s never given up on the idea of marrying me off, me getting pregnant, and living happily ever after. We all know she wanted a house of little bambinos running around to take care of. “We’ll see.” I wink at her.
“It’s time.” She lets go of my dad’s hand and pats her chest. “My heart is full and worn out.”
“No,” I whisper. “Please, I’ll come home forever and marry Juan or Steve. Your choice,” I plead with her.
She offers me a weak smile. “You promise?”
I nod.
She grabs my father’s hand again. “I’m tired, old, and happy beyond my years. You two, take care of each other. You’ve been my world forever. I love you always.”
“Madre.”
“Son, it’s time you wash your own underwear and find a good woman.”
Even on her deathbed, she’s fixing everything for us.
“Let me go,” she states with confidence and certainty.
My father and I hold her. I bury my face down by her cheek, inhaling her scent that’s my home while Papi rests on her shoulder. We both soak in our foundation and pray against the odds.
Nurses come in for her, and I recognize a few of them. When I see Dr. McHughes again, I begin to beg.
“Please. Please let me go back there. She needs her family.”
He shakes his head.
“She’s never been in the hospital and hates doctors. Please.”
He’s silent for a long time before he finally nods. “Only into the scrubbing area. You cannot come into the OR.”
“Okay, thank you. I want to hold her hand.”
I’m familiar with the hospital and rush into some scrubs my size. I make it just in time as they begin wheeling her back into the OR. Jag is at my father’s side as we disappear behind the automatic locking doors.
I feel a gentle squeeze on my hands and look down.
“You’re a special girl, Layla,” Abuela speaks, each word in Spanish.
I cry. I don’t have the damn courage to speak. We round several corners and stroll down a long hallway. I know we’re nearing the point where I have to let go, but I can’t.
“I lived so long because of you. When my friends were dying around me, you kept me young. Take care of your daddy, make tamales, be happy, teach your kids to speak Spanish, and for God’s sake, find a good man to marry.”
Her eyes flutter shut.
“Abeula. Abuela!” I scream it louder and louder. Then the sound of the flat line pierces my eardrums. “No. No. No.”
Dr. McHughes wraps me in his arms, pulling me to his strong chest. “She wasn’t strong enough for surgery. This is for the best.”
I turn into him, wadding his scrubs in my hands, and cry. I have no idea how long passes before I find enough energy and courage to wander back out to the waiting room. I’m always driven and focused, but not right now. I sway back and forth in a broken shell.
I round the corner to the waiting room and make eye contact with Papi, then crumble to the ground. I scream, yell, and puke. My dad tries to comfort me, but his emotions are too powerful. Two of his fighters help him up to his feet.
A fighter I don’t recognize pulls me to his chest. He doesn’t wince at the vomit smell or grunt when he picks me up. He cradles me to his chest like a mother would a newborn. His lips rub over my forehead in a soothing way.
“I’m sorry.”
The two words coat my skin. His voice is deep and sincere.
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January 10, 2018
Full Contact LIVE!
Full Contact, an all-new sexy, crossover standalone romance from Kathy Coopmans and HJ Bellus is NOW AVAILABLE!
A mafia princess. The nation’s favorite football player. Can they make it work?
An unlikely matching of the stars.
The opposites had it all for one year.
Justice Bexley, the daughter of Cain and Calla leaders of The Diamond Syndicate, sacrificed true love to protect Liam. Her selfish action destroyed them both.
Liam Blake moved on with his prestigious career. However, his outlook on life was never the same. If his parents could fight for true love with a Pinky Promise he can keep moving forward. At least he tried convincing himself of that.
Some say true love has a way of finding its way back. Justice and Liam know better to believe. That’s up until the day they find themselves in a heated meeting.
She owns a new football team.
He’s coming back from an injury and thirsty to prove the nation wrong.
Years of pent up anger and hatred may fuel an epic second chance love story or ruin both of them for good.
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She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer.
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”
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January 5, 2018
Full Contact Excerpt Reveal
FULL CONTACT, a brand new standalone by USA TODAY Bestselling Authors
HJ Bellus & Kathy Coopmans is releasing January 10th!
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FULL CONTACT by HJ Bellus & Kathy Coopmans
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Sports Romance
A mafia princess. The nation’s favorite football player. Can they make it work?
An unlikely matching of the stars.
The opposites had it all for one year.
Justice Bexley, the daughter of Cain and Calla leaders of The Diamond Syndicate, sacrificed true love to protect Liam. Her selfish action destroyed them both.
Liam Blake moved on with his prestigious career. However, his outlook on life was never the same. If his parents could fight for true love with a Pinky Promise he can keep moving forward. At least he tried convincing himself of that.
Some say true love has a way of finding its way back. Justice and Liam know better to believe. That’s up until the day they find themselves in a heated meeting.
She owns a new football team.
He’s coming back from an injury and thirsty to prove the nation wrong.
Years of pent-up anger and hatred may fuel an epic second chance love story or ruin both of them for good.
Find out in FULL CONTACT by HJ Bellus & Kathy Coopmans.
Pre-Order your copy: iTUNES | NOOK | KOBO
EXCERPT REVEAL
I’ve canceled my date for the evening. Natasha something or other. Hated to do it to her after meeting her at the gym and promising her she could show me around town.
I don’t need her or anyone else showing me around. Well, maybe one person, but I can’t seem to pull my head out of my ass to try and apologize to her. I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret again, and in my position regret needs to stay as far away from me as I’ve been of Justice.
I step into the crowded bar called Whiskey Jacks. The few locals I’ve talked to say it’s the happening joint in downtown Boise, even on weekdays. The scene is not my usual. Especially at the moment, since half of the people in here have stopped talking, mouths dropping to the floor when I walk by.
My mood is shit, so I nod and smile. Shake a few guys’ hands and keep moving.
I came here to play football and seek revenge. It seems revenge has a funny and twisted way of blowing back on me. I’m experiencing it firsthand with every glimpse of the only woman I’ve ever loved. She’s everywhere.
Thoughts and dreams on the field. Hell, she’s even in my bed at night when I have my hand wrapped around my dick.
Seeing her is gutting me. It draws back so much pent-up frustration that there are days when I wished I hadn’t let my injury get as far as it did. If it didn’t, I might not be here right now, might not have admitted that my feelings for her are still alive and burning inside of me.
I knew my shoulder was causing me issues before it gave out on me. Little did I know that a flare-up of bone spurs caught in between my muscles would trigger my shoulder to freeze.
It happened so fast when I threw the ball down the field that I had no time to react before I was slammed into from both sides, heard it crunch with the impact from the ground. It shattered and ripped all the way up my neck. It fucked me all up.
Enough to where I had two surgeries within three months, multiple therapy sessions, and a backup quarterback who finished out the season and took our team to the playoffs. The guy respectively ended up taking over my position.
I was let go during negotiations. I knew I would eventually heal, but there was no way in hell I was sitting on the sidelines watching someone else do my job. It’s not in my DNA. Football is the one true love that’s never let me down. I get a natural high every single time I step on the football field. My mom always reminds me how I carried around footballs since I was one.
“Shit,” I grumble to myself, shaking my thoughts free. Justice Bexley has poisoned everything in my life. Now even thoughts of football take me right to her.
I suppose they should, being that she’s technically my boss and the sight of her gets my dick hard and raises my blood pressure to the roof the few times I’ve caught her watching us practice. She’s going to be involved in my life more than she was when we were dating.
The thought of her owning me in a way has me wanting to prove to her more than to myself that I’m ready to help this team, her family, and the fans bring us to the top.
“What can I get you, number eleven?” The busty redhead leans over the bar more than necessary, giving me quite the cleavage show.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to bait the nasty words I want to spew back at her. Ever since the first press conference announcing my arrival, shit like this happens everywhere I go. After Justice left me, I loved it; hell, I welcomed it. Now, it’s old and quite pathetic.
Even the way some of the female reporters act drives me nuts. I’ve rolled my eyes more than I’ve answered their questions.
“Shit,” I mutter. My mind taking me to the press conference coming up. If I thought the first meeting was hell, then this one with her will be hell on damn steroids. Playing nice with the camera all the while sitting next to Justice. Her scent making me drunk and hard as fucking stone. Yeah, not a good sign for the press. No doubt in my mind they won’t feel and see the tension. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit if they aren’t circling around us like sharks just waiting to ask about our past either.
That ought to be a goddamn stampede gone wild.
“Crown and coke. Double.” I turn on the barstool pretending to study the crowd, hoping the woman behind the bar remembers she’s here to do a job and not pick me up. This will be my last drink for a long time. Hell, shouldn’t even be having it in the first place, but I’m only human, after all.
“Here you go, handsome.” She slides the clear tumbler full of dark amber liquid my way.
I pull out a twenty and slide it across the bar before going to another barstool in the corner. I take one pull of the drink feeling the whiskey burn all the way down. In an odd way, the fiery liquid calms my already hyped-up, fueled nerves.
That is until I see a flash of blonde hair shaking her sweet ass on the dance floor. My spine stiffens along with something else when my eyes stay glued to her backside. Fucking hell.
Once I focus in on the vision, I swear out loud to everyone and no one at all. “Son of a bitch.”
Those damn leather shorts are tight as hell, and those legs of hers that go on for days have always been my greatest weakness. Back then, she knew it and would expose them all the time. Justice is fit athletically. That sweet body of hers is combined with curves that were created to drive men wild. I stare at her long, exposed legs rocking with the song. “Hey, Blake.”
I hear a distant voice but ignore it, choosing to watch Justice dance with another woman. The friend’s face is familiar. I know I should be able to place it, but I can’t focus on a damn thing except for that tight little ass.
Fingernails run along my shoulder, forcing me to look away from the dance floor. A petite little brunette this time. A damn gorgeous one at that. Voluptuous body and a face to match, but she does nothing to my rock-hard dick desperately trying to punch a hole through my zipper.
I’m so damn distracted I offer up a weak smile and glance back to the dance floor to see a man walk up behind Justice and grab her from behind. His hands are touching my favorite thing I’ve ever held in my hands. Her.
I see every single shade of red. It’s one thing to have to be around the woman, but it’s something totally different when another man is involved. Justice spins around, and the soon-to-be dead man wastes no time putting his mouth on hers.
Hell to the motherfucking no.
It’s the final straw that snaps me in half. A broken man seeing white-hot flashes scatter all around and not thinking rationally isn’t a good combination, but it’s a force so torrid I lose all sense of control.
I stand up, my angered body gently shoving the brunette next to me away. For one tiny second, I contemplate on guzzling my drink down. “Fuck it.” There isn’t enough alcohol to numb me right now.
In six long, powerful strides I’m on the dance floor next to them, and when the pencil dick asshole slides his hand down to her ass, I lose all sense of reasoning. I am pissed.
“Justice,” I growl and watch the man turn five shades of white from either whatever she said to him or from seeing me with my fists ready to knock him the fuck out.
Cascades of blonde locks tumble over her shoulder as she whips her head in my direction. She was in the middle of ripping the man a new asshole, I’m sure of it. She halted once she heard her name.
She lifts a perfectly sculpted brow, her anger directed toward me. Yeah, this feisty little princess and me need to have words.
I don’t say another word before grabbing her upper arm and leading her out of Whiskey Jacks. I don’t give two shits she may have left her purse behind either. I don’t stop until we are out on the sidewalk. The chaotic storm inside of me that just hit an all-time high doesn’t give a shit about anything right now except telling her off.
“What in the fuck?” I growl, nearing my face to hers.
“Liam.”
“Goddamn right, it’s Liam. Quite the little stunt out there on the dance floor.” I dig my fingers into her hips as I tug her to me.
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December 14, 2017
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Celia Lawrence can’t show her face in her conservative, small town. First, she discovered her husband in bed with another man’s wife, and then she witnessed both their murders. While she didn’t pull the trigger, small town gossip is not forgiving and everywhere she goes she is chastised for not being woman enough to keep her straying husband at home. Eager to flee her old life, Celia heads to Colorado as a mail-order bride.
As mayor of Slate Springs, Colorado, Luke Benson is expected to set the example. Their small town is hidden away in a remote mountainous region where few women have the courage or desire to tread. As mayor, it falls to him to test out their newly passed law and share a wife with his brother. The truth is, Luke has no interest in a woman of his own, and agrees to a mail-order bride out of duty, not anticipation.
His brother, Walker, is jaded and hard after the death of his first wife. For Walker, loving again is out of the question. But a man has needs, and he’ll eagerly take his pleasure from their new bride while expecting Luke to provide the tenderness and caring a woman expects.
A marriage based on everything but love should be doomed. But Celia, Luke and Walker discover one thing they have in common: desire. Will that be strong enough to survive the danger that follows Celia from Texas? Will desire be strong enough to teach three broken souls that sometimes you have to risk everything for love?
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December 13, 2017
Cover Reveal – FULL CONTACT
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A mafia princess. The nation’s favorite football player. Canthey make it work?
An unlikely matching of the stars.
The opposites had it all for one year.
Justice Bexley, the daughter of Cain and Calla leaders of The Diamond
Syndicate, sacrificed true love to protect Liam. Her selfish action destroyed
them both.
Liam Blake moved on with his prestigious career. However, his outlook on life
was never the same. If his parents could fight for true love with a Pinky
Promise he can keep moving forward. At least he tried convincing himself of
that.
Some say true love has a way of finding its way back. Justice and Liam know
better to believe. That’s up until the day they find themselves in a heated
meeting.
She owns a new football team.
He’s coming back from an injury and thirsty to prove the nation wrong.
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USA Today Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband, Tony. They have two son’s Aaron and Shane. She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer. She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”
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