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NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many of women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field.On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life.But Irelyn has her own demons to fight, and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn't take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side. Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever?New Adult. Recommended for eighteen and above due to adult content, language, and sexual situations.








Chapter One: Shadow-Self Zolt I ran my hand along her naked arm as I moved toward the bindings that had her securelyfastened to my wrought iron, four-poster bed. She’d been tethered there for over thirty minutes, andnow that the sex was over, I imagined her arms and legs were probably beginning to ache as theadrenaline left her body.Miss No-Name Brunette rubbed her arms and legs after I released her. I didn’t need or wantto know her name. I’d never see her again so what was the point.She watched me gather my clothes, and her eyes roaming appreciatively over my body.“So, John, when can I see you again? You’re amazing.” She licked her plump lips as her eyestraveled over my naked body, stopping when she noticed the nasty scars on my left shin. Small grayeyes darted to mine, and I saw the pity setting in. Pity was a deal breaker for me.“We can’t,” I said and threw her clothes on the bed.“Why?” Her bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself? Youseemed to be having a great time.”“It was fine, uh—”“Nancy. My name is Nancy.”I shrugged. “Right. Nancy. I don’t do repeat performances. Ever.”“But—”“Don’t take it personally. It’s just the way things are.”Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled at me. Then, she climbed off the bed and pulled on herclothes. “I don’t understand. Are you married or something?”“Nope. Not married or anything else that concerns you. I’m just not interested. Tonight wasgreat. Really. I enjoyed the shit out of myself. Fucking you was exactly what I needed. Thanks.”“How am I supposed to get home? I left my car at the club,” she whined.“There’s a cab waiting to take you anywhere you want. I’ve already paid the fare.” I shruggedagain. This was the bothersome part of operating this way. They always wanted to see me again, andmy answer was always no.“I should have known when you wouldn’t kiss me there was something wrong with you. Ibet your name isn’t even John. Do you even live here?” Whatever-her-name yanked on her shoes,and then stood with her arms crossed over her chest.“No, I don’t live here. And, darlin’, my name is whatever you want it to be.”“Asshole.”“Come on, now. We both had fun.” I flashed her my megawatt smile. “I’m pretty sure youcame at least three times. It’s all good, and now, it’s all over.”I walked to her side and gently took her arm, guiding her to the door.“But I let you restrain me!” She stamped her foot as I opened the front door.“You did and wasn’t it fun? Maybe you can find a man that will be as adventurous. Now, offyou go, Sally. Bye, bye.”“Nancy!” she shouted as I closed the door on her. I could still hear grumbling as she walkedaway.“Ugh.” Leaning against the door, I let out a long sigh. It would be a while before I could goback to that club. Too bad it ended the same every time. But I understood why. Women saw me as acatch. I knew I was attractive. It wasn’t conceit, either. It was a fact of life that all men of the Hamilfamily were hot.My first year in the NFL, I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated as the Sexiest Man inFootball. That cover, and the other endorsements I had, made me a nice amount of cash, so I wastotally good with being an object of desire. Since they didn’t really know me, they didn’t know that Iwas nowhere as attractive on the inside.I went back to the bedroom, washed and put the toys away, locking the drawer. Then, Istripped the bed, piling the sheets on the floor for the maid service to take care of.I left, not knowing when I'd come back. Could be the following day. Could be two weeksfrom now. But tonight, I’d been out of fucking control—chomping at the bit to blow off somesteam. In fact, I still hummed with energy.Fuck!My shadow-self pressed in on me for days. When I got like this, only one thing helped:acting out. So, I’d gone to the club in search of the first remotely available Nancy, Sally, or whoever,that didn’t revolt me. Nancy had been an easy mark. I hadn’t been there ten minutes before I’dbought her a drink, and we were out the door, heading to the apartment I kept specifically for thispurpose. I was always happy when I found a woman willing to dabble in a little bondage. I wasn’theavily into the BDSM scene, but knew how to wield pain for the ultimate pleasure.If I stopped and thought about it, I’d be forced to acknowledged just how screwed up mylife had become. So I didn't. I didn't think about all the nameless women I had fucked in the last sixyears, and how I hadn't been in a relationship since the injury. These exchanges served a purpose.Beyond that? Well, there was nothing beyond that.But that didn’t mean I had become so jaded I’d forgotten how to get a woman off. I enjoyedwomen. Loved the soft curves of their body, and loved making them come. There was nothinghotter than watching a woman writhe and squirm as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The sound of herscreaming what she thought was my name was music to my ears, but that was as far as it went.The reality was, I was a mess, and I didn't want that advertised.Actually, I was far worse than just a mess; I was fucking broken.Sometimes, I wondered if I was even capable of having a normal relationship. Truth was, Iwaited for someone that didn't exist. A woman my pain-wracked brain conjured that day on thefootball field. To make matters worse, she wasn’t even of age. She was a young woman, maybefifteen or sixteen, with the most beautiful sable-brown eyes and blonde hair I’d ever seen. Her facewas sweet, kind, and compassion filled. I realized how creepy this sounds. I wasn't a sick fuck whopreyed on young girls, and I had no idea why my mind created her. But all I knew was, if I everdiscovered she was real, I’d do anything to have her.I rubbed my aching leg, and then climbed into my Viper. God, I loved this car. She was allpower and beauty, and driving her made me happy. I revved the engine and closed my eyes, lovingthe purr, and sometimes roar of her V10.Once on route 101, I opened her up, pushing her past the century mark on the speedometer.It was crazy to be weaving in and out of traffic on the main freeway. I was asking to be pulled over,but again, I didn't care. In fact, I pressed her harder and watched as the needle climbed to 110. Theconcentration it took to control this machine exhilarated me. Still wound up and looking to banishmy shadow-self the only way I knew how, I pushed her just a little more. Why fucking for over anhour didn’t do the trick, I had no idea. But if I didn’t burn this energy off before I got home, sleepwould be out of reach. It wouldn’t do to start a new job at one of the country’s most prestigious lawfirms red-eyed and tired. Once home, I intended to take a long, hot shower, and then smoke a fewbowls. Hopefully, I’d emerge tired enough to sleep. For a while, maybe I’d find peace until thenightmare returned that plunged me into my own personal hell.A hell that I was used to. A hell that only she brought me out of.The morning announced itself in its usual fashion. I jolted awake screaming, and drenched insweat—the images as clear as the day they happened.“Fuck!” I yelled to the empty room.Pushing myself back against the headboard, I rubbed my leg, trying to make the pain goaway. The image of her lovely face and those amazing sable-brown eyes chased the nightmare away,but my body still buzzed with the memories.I looked over at the bong and lighter on my bedside table and sighed. Just once, I wished Ididn’t have to numb myself to start the day.Before giving in, I ran my hand over my damp collar-length hair, removing the wavessticking to my moist neck. I used to keep it short for this very reason, but I liked the way it lookedlonger.As I always did, I picked up the bong and lit the bowl with the lighter. The glow of theburning weed, and the sound of the bong gurgling as I took a hit immediately calmed me. I inhaleddeep and held the smoke in my burning lungs.My long exhale sent a plume of smoke into the dawn-lit room. It floated for a second beforedissipating, leaving behind the tangy smell of burning weed.With my eyes closed, I slowed my heart rate and rapid breathing. The high kicked in, and Ialready felt the calm take over. I hated being so weak, and hated that what happened almost six yearsago continued to affect and define my days. I used to be the epitome of discipline. Not anymore.If I could let go of the self-blame, then maybe the dreams would abate. But night after night,I replayed the game and its never changing end.At twenty-two, I had been one of the hottest quarterbacks in the NFL, playing for theArizona Cardinals. The year prior, we’d made it to the NFC Championships, losing by a field goal.The next year, we were back in the same position, with the golden ticket to the Super Bowlwithin our reach. The only thing standing in our way was the Philadelphia Eagles. I snarled as Ithought about that team. I always snarled at the thought of them.Two minutes remained on the clock, and we were on the ten-yard line on third down. Idropped into the pocket, searching the field for an open receiver. I danced this way and that as if mymovements might slow the clock. With no receiver available, I sucked in a breath and decided to gofor it. What I should have done was thrown it out of bounds and stopped the clock. That wouldhave been the smart move—the safe move. We had one more chance. I had to make it happen. Theyear had to end in a run for the Super Bowl.Running like a man on fire with the ball cradled against me as if I carried a newborn baby, Iheaded for the end zone. But I wasn't a running back, that wasn't what I had been trained for.Stupidly, I ran with my head down instead of up. As a result, I didn’t see the three-hundred poundlinebacker heading my way. I was the man with the ball, and I had left the protection of myoffensive line, which made me fair game.The next thing I knew, I was laid out on the ground in extreme pain. When I looked down atmy left leg, I was surprised—and not—to see it angled in an unnatural position. I knew then that Iwas well and truly fucked.I tried to scream, but my voice failed me. Pain and the smell of the turf below me was allthere was.The hit was dirty, straight up. Later, I found out a bounty of $5,000 had been issued for anyplayer that took out one of my knees. I hoped he got a bonus because he’d gone above and beyondhis mandate. Not only did I miss a season, my football career was over. Instead of taking out myknee, his helmet, and the power behind it, hit my shin and shattered my tibia and fibula.I remembered lying on the ground as the trainers and medical staff attended me. Chaos hadbroken out around me. Players fought, and coaches and referees argued.I needed to find peace from the commotion; needed to concentrate on something other thanthe excruciating pain coming from my leg. I turned my head and found a pair of big, sable-browneyes, surrounded by golden-blonde hair, staring at me. She was beyond beautiful, and her eyes weremesmerizing. I had conjured an angel.In my hallucination, we shared an instant connection. When all around I saw pity andremorse, in her eyes, I found solace and compassion—a kindred soul to my loss. The need to help,and her inability not to, showed in the tears falling down her face, and the trembling of her full redlips. My heart still clenched whenever I thought about it.As conjurings go, I had created a whopper. When I thought back on it, I knew there was noway she could be real. The average person wouldn’t have been allowed to get so close to an injuredplayer on the field. Hell, my girlfriend, who’d been sitting in the stands, wasn’t allowed on the field.It still baffled the shit out of me that my mind had created such a vivid image.I could still see her brushing tears from her eyes in my hallucination, and I remember hertaking a small step forward. I wanted her to come closer, to touch me. That was where thehallucination ended, stopped by a new streak of pain that had traveled through my leg, sending meinto momentary blackness. When I opened my eyes, my blonde-haired beauty with soul-filled eyeshad disappeared. All I had left was the image of her that pulled me from my terror every morning. Ifigured she’d probably be around twenty or twenty-one by now if she were real. I’d admit, that eventoday, I looked for those eyes in every blonde I encountered.Pathetic. Yeah. Too fucking pathetic.I sighed and took two more hits off the bong. Maybe one too many, but at least now I feltmore balanced, controlled, and ready to start the day.What the world saw now was a man who graduated from Harvard Law School, summa cumlaude, and worked for almost three years at a top law firm in Boston. Some of the country's top lawfirms had courted me, and I had my pick of firms. But I decided to come back to Arizona, the placewhere my life changed forever.Gingerly, I climbed out of the bed and headed for the pool. I didn’t bother putting on swimtrunks; swimming naked was awesome. After a few stretches, I dove into the pool and swam laps foran hour. Swimming kept me in shape, though not the shape of an NFL football player. Those dayswere gone.Finishing my laps, I headed for the shower, feeling excited, like something huge wouldhappen today. The last time I had this feeling, something huge happened all right. I looked at my legand scowled as sudsy water washed over my angry scars.I dried off and walked into my closet, surveying the suits I had to choose from. I wassomewhat of a clotheshorse—always had been. Today, I picked a black Hugo Boss suit, white shirt,and black, silk tie. In the mirror before me, I watched a professional, seemingly together man tie histie. It was a lie of course, but one I was used to.Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and packed up a brownie in a plastic bag to take withme. I'd gotten good at baking brownies. But these weren't just any chocolaty treats. These had akick. Cliché I know, but hey, whatever got me through the day. Whether I’d partake in it dependedon how the day went. Obviously, smoking at work wasn’t a good idea. But every now and then, thepain became unbearable. If a handful of ibuprofen didn’t do the trick, the brownie would. I refusedto take pain meds. Those things did a number on my brain.I put the brownies away, and all the paraphernalia of my coping mechanism, and lockedthem in a cabinet in the pantry. I didn't need Hannah, my housekeeper, finding them. She probablywouldn't care, but I did.Thinking of Hannah made me laugh. I'd only met her twice, but we had developed an odd,sometimes hilarious, texting relationship. I really liked her. Her cooking was amazing, and she keptmy home perfect.Her work was about to increase, and I was thrilled. My brother was bringing my dog, Ben,home to me. He had been with Brody in Colorado for the last two months while I got settled. Icouldn't wait to see both of them. Thinking about it made me giddy. I knew Ben would love it here.There was plenty of room for him to run. Bernese Mountain dogs needed lots of exercise. I almostdidn’t get him because of that. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He got my ass outsideand stopped me from being such a hermit. If I thought about the fact that my best friend was a dog,I would get bummed. But then again, fuck it! I loved my dog, and I had missed him terribly.I doled out my handful of vitamins and four ibuprofen into my hand, and then popped theminto my mouth. From the fridge, I pulled out a bottle of OJ, taking large swigs from the bottle.Let the day begin, I thought as I walked down the hall to the door. The sound of my designershoes on the travertine floors reminded me of the sound of cleats on concrete. It made me smile,but the memory was bittersweet, and I pushed it aside. Behind bittersweet was pure malice, anemotion I couldn't allow myself. Not today.Grabbing the keys to my Viper, I headed out the door.Watch out Arizona, Zolt Hamil was back. Dawna Raver didn't always want to be a writer, but the voices in her head keep sending her stories, ranging from new adult, romantic fantasy and contemporary romance.
When she's not spending time in her fantasy world, Dawna loves football, reading, and pretending she's a top chef in the kitchen. Oh, and fawning over her dogs and husband, sometimes in that order.

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Renegade Lady
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Jenna “Ice” Chandler grew up as part of a motorcycle club. She considered it her home, until one wrong move made it her prison. After months of abuse, she is rescued by Chipper, who takes her to Big Clifty, Missouri, home of the Renegade Sons MC. 

Kiddrick “Kidd” Jones is the president of the Renegades. He knows there is something special about Ice the moment his older brother, Chipper, brings her into the club, but stays away, because she is too young.

When time comes for Ice to take her place in the club, she has two choices, become an old lady or a club whore. Not believing in love and knowing a man can never be faithful, she decides to earn her spot on her back. 

With each passing year, Kidd's feelings for Ice grows and the urge to make her his becomes stronger. Frustrated and jealous, he finally decides it’s time to make her his. 

Will Ice finally thaw out and give love a chance, or is Kidd fighting a losing battle?



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Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. Raised in Missouri, her family returned to Kentucky when she was a teen. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue--Wildcat Blue!
Emily has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two lovable but irritating teenagers, Jess and Bailey. She is also the proud mom of a feisty terrier mix, Rae Rae. 
Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a life time, but she intends to read every single one. Nope, no hoarding problem here! Her favorite author is Kristen Ashley, and she swears Kristen’s book Sweet Dreams changed her life. 
Emily has co-authored two books with Dawn Martens, Whiskey Lullaby and Renegade Lady. She has also written one solo book, Windows. Many more are floating around in her head, and she hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers. 
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Dawn Martens is a young, spunky Canadian Author, who is widely known for her best-selling “Resisting Love” series that she co-authored with Author Chantel Fernando. Being a wife to Colin, and a mother to two (soon to be THREE!) beautiful little girls (Sarah (6), Grace (3), Ava on the way!) hasn’t stopped this Canadian Firecracker from pursuing her dreams of becoming a writer! She has also co-authored “Whiskey Lullaby” (book one in the Love Songs series) with her friend and fellow writer, Author Emily Minton; on top of serving as a mentor and support system for many Authors in the Indie community over the past few years. 2014 is shaping up to be a phenomenal year for Dawn, as the highly anticipated book two in the Love Songs series titled “Broken”. She will also be releasing a brand new gritty MC series, “Renegade Sons MC,” with Emily Minton, that will for sure take their avid readers on yet another mind blowing journey. Dawn’s number one passion in life is the written word, and she’s extremely thankful that she has to ability to share the ramblings from the characters inside of her head with the rest of the world! She also may or may not have the hugest girl crush on Author Kristen Ashley, who is her personal idol and helped inspire Dawn in the beginning of her Indie career. Find out more about Dawn on FACEBOOK.


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It only took one drunken mistake four years ago for Maddie Harrington to learn that when you fully give yourself over to a man, you should never expect anything in return. Since that night, her views on love have become distorted, believing men would only want her for the pleasure her body could bring them. She in turn finds herself hooking up with random guys but never keeps them around long enough to see if there could possibly be something more.
That is…until Hunter Bryant enters the picture.
When the handsome pre-med student shows up in the right place at the right time, captivating her with his stormy gaze, she immediately pushes him away, thinking he’s no different than any other guy. The deeper Hunter delves into her life, trying to break through her iron-clad walls, the more she begins to question whether she is truly capable of opening her heart up to another man. 
Maddie soon finds herself forced to make a difficult decision, one that will forever change both of their lives. Will she shut Hunter out of her life for good, or will she finally open up her heart and allow herself the life she never dreamed she deserved?

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Maureen Mayer was born, raised and currently resides in Buffalo, NY with her loving and supportive family and boyfriend of 8+ years. She’s always had a love for the outdoors, and when the city isn’t buried under snow, she can be found hiking, fishing, camping or lying on the beach. She’s a sucker for off-color humor, but holds a sweet spot for sick and twisted horror films. When she’s not writing, you can find her curled up in bed with her kindle, diving into a steamy romance novel and falling in love with the latest book boyfriend.
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On the outside, Liberty Davis appeared to have it all…a loving family, a tight knit circle of friends, and a bright future ahead of her. Everything was perfect. That is until her brother tragically took his own life, turning her whole world upside down. Left to pick up the pieces of her broken family, Liberty is faced with focusing all of her attention on helping her parents cope with the loss of their son, while putting her own life on the back burner. But what no one seems to realize is that she is just as broken inside. Now, four years later, twenty year old Liberty is taking back the reins of her life. She leaves behind everything she’s ever known, hoping to make a fresh start…one where she isn’t faced with the constant reminder that her brother is nothing more than faded memory. What she didn’t expect to find along the way was Shayne. Tall, dark and tattooed, Shayne Thompson has developed quite a reputation for being a player. Despite everyone’s negative perception, Liberty still finds herself drawn to him. When she learns that Shayne knows all too well what it feels like to lose someone you love, she finds that they have a lot more in common than just a physical attraction. When Liberty discovers a secret from Shayne’s past that threatens to tear them apart, she begins to question everything she’s ever felt for him. Will Liberty choose to follow her heart or will she give up the one person who finally made her feel whole again?

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Title: Renegade LadyAuthors: Dawn Marten & Emily Minton
Blurb:. Jenna “Ice” Chandler grew up as part of a motorcycle club. She considered it her home, until one wrong move made it her prison. After months of abuse, she is rescued by Chipper, who takes her to Big Clifty, Missouri, home of the Renegade Sons MC. 

Kiddrick “Kidd” Jones is the president of the Renegades. He knows there is something special about Ice the moment his older brother, Chipper, brings her into the club, but stays away, because she is too young.

When time comes for Ice to take her place in the club, she has two choices, become an old lady or a club whore. Not believing in love and knowing a man can never be faithful, she decides to earn her spot on her back. 

With each passing year, Kidd's feelings for Ice grows and the urge to make her his becomes stronger. Frustrated and jealous, he finally decides it’s time to make her his. 

Will Ice finally thaw out and give love a chance, or is Kidd fighting a losing battle?
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Author Bio:  Dawn Martens: I'm Dawn. I co-wrote two books (Chase and Kade) with fellow author Chantal Fernando, in the Resisting Love. We went solo on three of the books, she wrote Ryder, and she is writing James, and I'm writing Derek.AND I’ve wrote a book with good friend Emily Minton called Whiskey Lullaby. I drink too much, Swear too much, and Read too much. Yes I read too much. I don't have a filter, and I tend to speak before I think. I'm a beta reader for many authors, I'm on a few authors ARC list, because apparently I'm THAT awesome. ;) And I also Edit. Not a professional, but I do help a few with that.I have two children, 5&2, and have another on the way. They bug the shit outta me, but hey, that's what kids are supposed to do. ;) Married since 2007. He's amazing, but he's also a bigger pain in my ass than my kids are.I love to read. and I love being able to write stories that *I* want to read!I couldn't do this without the help of some very special friends!
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I'm Emily.  I am the proud mother of two lovable but irritating teenagers. I have been married for over twenty years, but I would gladly trade my husband for Tatum Jackson any day!If you are wondering who that is, you need to read Sweet Dreams by KA now. Kristen Ashley is my queen!I love to read.  I am a complete mommy porn junkie!  I have more books on my kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but I will get to them all eventually!I am also an avid blogger.  I love to share my favorite books and pimp my favorite authors.I have published two books: Whiskey Lullaby and Windows.  Hope you enjoy both.
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Whiskey LullabyAuthors: Dawn Marten and Emily Minton
Blurb: Julie Walker thought she found true love with Jase. Until he betrayed her in the worst way, with one of her best friends. Devastated and heartbroken she runs away,leaving behind her family and friends. She starts a new life filled with secrets.

When Julie meets Dean, she thinks he is the answer to all her prayers, but Dean isn’t who she thinks he is.

Jase Gibson is a player. Even when he had the girl of his dreams, he still played. When he lost Julie, his life fell apart. He turned to whiskey and women, to fill the void. But, only Julie will ever make him whole.

Nine years later, Julie's back home, but shes not alone. What will happen when all of Julie's secrets are uncovered?
Jase vowed that if he ever got her back, he would do right by her and never let her go. Will he let Julie's secret keep them apart?

When Julie's ex-husband refuses to be her ex, Jase must choose to help her or hang on to his anger.
Jase and Julie have to find a way to give their whiskey lullaby a happy ending.
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After the storm - M.Stratton - Cover reveal

Synopsis
Alexia “Lexi” Hanson moved across the country to rebuild her life after the attack that almost destroyed her. She enjoys the simple things in her beach cottage. Life is finally complete.
Noah Matthews is Rock & Roll’s hottest star and on top of the world. After years without a break he finds the solitude he craves at his beach house. Enjoying his early morning coffee, Noah is surprised to see his neighbour sneak into his garden and crawl around.
They never saw that fateful morning coming. Someone was watching them. Someone who thought Lexi belonged to him and would stop at nothing to have her.
Lives are changed forever when they meet amongst the blooms in his garden. Even when things seem darkest, there is always light After the Storm.
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 Prologue(unedited - subject to change)
He walked out into the hot summer air and breathed in deeply. It had been so long since he could breathe freely. His shoes crunched across the gravel in the parking lot and he thought of her. It’s all her fault I have lost these past five years of his life. She took his freedom away. His rage built with every step he took as he approached the cab that was waiting for him. He hated these disgusting things but he did not want anyone to know he was back. He carried himself with a refined grace of the social elite. He stood just over six foot two inches with broad shoulders, dark wavy hair, piercing blue eyes and chiseled features. He had a scar that ran about an inch long from the outer edge of his left eyebrow and continued down below his eye. A souvenir courtesy of his father he saw every time he looked into the mirror, it didn’t detract from his beauty, and in fact it had the opposite effect. It added a dangerous flare to him that women found irresistible. He could have his pick of any woman at any time. He loved the power he had over them. After giving the driver his address he sat back and watched the city go by trying to keep his mind off of her. He was trying to focus on what had changed and what had stayed the same, anything to distract his thoughts from her. He was thankful that he had enough money so he could ride out this whole unfortunate situation without losing everything. He chuckled to himself at the knowledge that she would never know what was coming for her. He smiled for the first time since he walked out in the heat. He unlocked the front door and strode into his home, his castle. Everything was as it had been the last time he was there all those years ago. This was good because he didn’t want to take the time to contact the caretaker if he had done anything wrong. He had a limited time to do what he needed to do before heading to the east coast. He climbed the stairs and went to the secret room that he had built himself behind the master bedroom closet and held his breath before entering, scared that someone might have found it. But if they had found it things would be quite different now. It was a small room, only twenty-five square feet with the walls covered with pictures of his women. One of the walls had what he considered miscellaneous “tools” he liked to use on his women, while another whole wall was dedicated floor to ceiling to women that he had killed. It showed them in all different scenarios from being out in public to in their own homes. He paused for a moment remembering raping and killing each and every one of them. As always it brought a calm over him to remember them. He lightly kissed each one before he slowly turned his attention to the other pictures on a wall of their own. This wall belonged solely to her, the one that got away. It still angered him that he was unable to finish what he had started. He crossed to his favorites of her. One night while she slept he had snuck into her home and took a picture of her sleeping. She had a smile on her face; he liked to think she was dreaming of him. While she slept he had hid the cameras and bugs in her home. It was daring doing that while she was their but he needed the extra thrill of possibly being caught. He closed his eyes remembering going back up to her bedroom for one last look. It had taken everything he had not to take her then but there are times when it makes it better to wait. He moved to absolute favorite picture of her, the one that made him hard every time. She was naked and tied to her bed just before she woke up. It was the moment before her eyes opened and she figured out what was going on. The calm before the storm. A smile spreads across his face. He unzipped his pants aching for the release and started jerking off to the thought of doing it to her again, but not being interrupted. This time he would make sure he killed her while he was coming inside of her. He threw back his head and screamed her name as he came.Copyright 2013 M. Stratton


ABOUT M. STRATTON



M. Stratton is a wife and mother who grew up in a small town north of Chicago before moving to Arizona. She is currently working in accounting for a plumbing company.

M. Stratton has spent years telling herself stories to fall asleep at night before deciding it was time to get them down on paper for the world to see. She currently has eight different stories fighting to be told. Like everyone else she was afraid to put the stories down and send to publishing companies. With today’s Indie market she decided now is the time.








 Things you don’t know about M. Stratton:

 1. She loves the movie Twister… she can say all the lines along with the actors. She will also use those lines in real life as often as possible.2. Halloween is her favorite holiday. She starts planning months in advance. She has more Halloween decorations than Christmas. 3. She once made up a monologue about her love of chocolate chip cookie dough for her high school drama class.4. There are times she thinks she is so funny she has tears running down her face while laughing at herself.5. She is a smart ass and very sarcastic. 6. Cary Grant is her favorite actor. 7. Reading has always been an escape for her. She can devour a book in hours. When she moved in with her husband she literally donated over 1,000 books and saved over 1,000 for herself. She can reread books over and over again if she loves them. There are some that she has reread about once a year for the past 20 years.8. She eloped after knowing her husband for only two months in 2006. They are still married, almost seven years later.
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