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Havoc by Laramie Briscoe

Title: HavocSeries: Moonshine Task Force #3Author: Laramie BriscoeGenre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha, Cover To Cover Designs
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Model: Bryan T. SnellRelease Date: August 18, 2017


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When a marriage of convenience turns into the passion of a lifetime…

Holden “Havoc” Thompson

My job as the leader of the Moonshine Task Force is my life. I eat, breathe, and sleep it. The men under my command mean the world to me. Knowing they count on my guidance has kept my demons at bay for longer than I care to admit.

The control I have over myself is an iron fist that sometimes threatens to squeeze the life out of me. What I want more than anything is to live again – let go of the hurt smothering every bit of light I have in this darkness.

I don’t expect it to come in the form of a Moonshiner’s daughter needing my protection.

Leighton Strather

My whole life has been defined by who my family is. In the state of Alabama, we’re number one with a target on our backs. The danger and prestige isn’t for me. I don’t care about the money, and I care too much about the families we’ve ruined.

My brother and my dad are proud of it. They wear their arrest records like a badge of honor. Me? I want as far away from the lifestyle as I can get.

It’s the only reason I ask Holden to marry me. At least that's what I tell myself.

I never expect his whispered yes to cause such upheaval in my life. Even though I resist, I learn some havoc is good – and this one? It’s a whirlwind of lust, hope, and love and all I can do is let it sweep me away.

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Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin' Country Series.

Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She's appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She's been called "a very young Maya Banks" (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being "sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart".

When she's not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.


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Henry & Me by Sasha Clinton

Title: Henry & MeAuthor: Sasha ClintonGenre: Romantic ComedyRelease Date: July 5, 2017


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When we were in college, Henry Stone asked me out and I shot him down in the most humiliating way possible.He was a nerd and I was the golden girl of the theatre society, destined to make it big in Hollywood, so how could there be anything between us? Now, six years later, as an out-of-work actress who has to take on a housekeeping job to stay afloat, I run into him again—and boy, has he made it big.As I begin to clean his house and take care of his precocious nephew, I realize how wrong I was about him. He’s sexy, smart, kind, everything. But I have demons that he can’t fight. Demons that keep me away from love. One thing’s for sure: This housekeeper gig is going to be the hardest role of my life. 

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Blank. My mind goes totally blank. A deeply disturbing feeling coils under my ribs, spreading its coldness throughout my body. Tumor? Did he say tumor? The stuff you get when you’ve got cancer?No. No, no, no. I can’t lose him. I cannot. In these terribly depressing times, when my career has failed and my luck’s pulled a Houdini on me, Lucien and Henry are the only people making my life worthwhile. I really, really anticipate seeing him every morning, making him breakfast, talking to him. I don’t want him to go. “Tumor, did you say?” My lip wobbles.“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He puts both his hands under the arch of his back for support. Does it still hurt there? “Maybe it’s my imagination, but when I was diagnosed with cancer four years ago, I felt a similar pain in my back, and I was confident it was nothing…but I was wrong,” Henry says, in a voice that milks every ounce of my emotions. I don’t want to cry for him. But I do. On the inside. And then poof goes my promise to not get near him, not touch him, not put my arms around him, draw him close and comfort him. I do it all. My cheek sweeps an arc over his shoulder blade, and in those moments, the world is pure and beautiful and there is no such thing as fear. I don’t even recoil. Maybe, I think, it’s because I know he’s a good person. The reason doesn’t even matter. What matters is to comfort him.  “Don’t feel bad for me.” Henry winds one arm around me.The urge to protect him that arises within me at that moment tells me more than I need to know. “I’m not feeling bad for you. I’m praying that you’re wrong.” I don’t even recognize the person who says that.When did I become someone who cares for other people? When did Henry Stone become someone who could tear my soul to pieces with a simple glance? When did he go from being a nobody I wouldn’t look at twice in a million years to making my heart race like a F1 racecar in his presence? Have I been blind all along or has he always been so fuckin’ beautiful?




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Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book. 

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Title: Start Me UpAuthor: Maggie RileyGenre: New Adult Ro...

Title: Start Me UpAuthor: Maggie RileyGenre: New Adult RomanceRelease Date: July 17, 2017


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He's arrogant, sexy and aloof. And now I have to write his book.

Jack Willis is every bit the start-up prodigy—seriously smart, inventive, and totally sexy. With his incredible mind, extraordinary body, and a bank account with more zeroes than you can count, he would give the sharks from Shark Tank a run for their money. Everyone from Wall Street investors to drooling house wives wants a piece of him. Everyone except Libby Hanson, that is.

Libby Hanson is a crafty, curvy bombshell, more accustomed to macrame and crochet than fine dining and stealth engineering. She reads, she writes, she drinks wine with her cat...and she's never even heard of Jack Willis until she lands an interview that will change her life forever.

Jack needs a book written—and fast. His sexy new car is about to be released on the market, and a New York Times bestselling book would be the perfect marketing push to get his business to the next level. He could have any writer he wants: but he wants Libby. She's feisty, gorgeous, and has a way with words like nobody else.

To write his book, Libby has to see everything he does. She gets thrust into a brand new world of A-list red carpet events, meetings with executives, and long nights in the workshop that grow increasingly intimate. But to write a bestseller, Libby needs more. Their connection is off the charts, but she'll need to discover the real Jack—the man behind the inventions, the man who's steadily stealing her heart. Jack has secrets—lots of them—and Libby will do anything to get the scoop. With Jack's true nature coming to the surface, Libby finds herself torn—will she expose the man everyone is dying to get the dirt on? Or will she protect the man she is slowly but surely falling for?

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The Irish Tempest By Elizabeth J. Sparrow

Historical FictionDate Published: November 2016

Ireland, 1911: After seven centuries of unyielding oppression, there is a tempest rising, a national yearning for Irish independence. It threatens to sweep away all that is precious to the very privileged O’Rourke and de la Roche families. Seismic changes are but a whisper away.  What begins as a squabbling friendship between the wastrel Courtland O’Rourke and the defiant, mischief-making Lacey de la Roche matures into a deeply passionate, tempestuous love, fraught with secrets of lethal consequences and sins of omission.In this debut historical novel, The Irish Tempest beckons the reader into a world, where landowner and tenant farmer, the well-off and the working-class are chafing under the chokehold of British domination.Pulled apart by personal and social conflicts, Court and Lacey experience the world from perspectives both transformative and destructive. Court, compelled to accept a commission in the British army, initiates a disastrous affair with rippling aftershocks. Lacey, fueled by the arrogance of adolescence, is beguiled by a charismatic but sociopathic horse trainer.The Irish Tempest thrusts the reader into the anguish of the 1916 Easter Rising and beyond as Ireland seethes on the cusp of revolution.  Deftly paced with vividly drawn characters, The Irish Tempest embraces historical elements while preserving the essence of evocative storytelling.

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"Once you start this novel, be prepared not to put it back down! I found The Irish Tempest to be a beautiful and well-written tale of friendship, revenge, love and betrayal. It's simply addictive and truly fascinating..." San Francisco Book Review
"Ms. Sparrow does a wonderful job of drawing you into this epic tapestry. It's a perfect example of its genre. I read it more as historical fiction than as a romance ... fans of both genres would enjoy..." Manhattan Book Review
"The Irish Tempest reveals author Elizabeth J. Sparrow as having a genuine flair for deftly creating memorable characters and a riveting storyline that fully engages the reader's rapt attention from beginning to end. Very highly recommended for community library Historical Fiction collections."  Midwest Book Review - Small Press Bookwatch, February 2017
"The fates of two families mesh with Ireland's struggle for independence in this debut novel. Using several historical events and a large socially diverse cast means that Sparrow must keep multiple plates spinning, and some plotlines and characters feel underdeveloped. Yet the author finds emotional resonance when her players intersect with history..." Kirkus Reviews

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There is an inevitable forgetfulness that comes with inheriting a privileged albeit circumscribed life. When there is wealth and abundant resources to pass on to the next generation, one may forget that those ancestral woes—the devastation of blight and famine, the theft of birthright and property, the debasement of language and culture—still may claim a person, in the here and now of one’s very indulgent existence.
This particular life belongs to Courtland O’Rourke, a pretty young man of twenty-one, Irish Catholic in the truest sense with not a hint of Protestantism in his bloodline. The Norman and Scottish bits have been subsumed by the last one hundred years of vigorous Irish procreation. In the full bloom of youthful pomposity, he is returning to the provincialism of southern Ireland after a riotous month in London.

“Would you be good enough to leave them against the wall, out of harm’s way?” Court directed the sweating porter with a flourish of his walking stick, a fashionable affectation acquired in London. “My man seems to be delayed.”  He offered this with a resigned shrug, for after all, this was Ireland.
“To be sure, sir,” gasped the porter as the last trunk thudded against the peeling wall.
A few strides around the stationmaster’s bungalow confirmed to Court that Lafferty was nowhere in sight and that he was quite alone among the bursting daffodils and dusty sparrows of Cloonsheelin. This first warm day of April had cast an enervating spell over the normally peripatetic townsfolk. What a sorry homecoming after the exuberant din and vulgar delights of city life. Spirits lagging well behind him, he set off for Sully’s tavern, pausing to observe a panting mongrel have a go at McCarthy’s prized Irish terrier bitch.
“They’ll be a nice bit of fussing over this,” he called out to the writhing dogs.
Such hasty coupling kindled a wistful recollection of the women he had frolicked with in London. These sirens of wit and charm were so unlike the feckless girls he readily sported with in Cloonsheelin. The country rake, with gray eyes and unfashionably long black curls, immediately became the object of bold intentions after a discreet introduction by a conspiring acquaintance. Lured into escorting them to the races, tea parties, and shopping forays, he learned that daytime was the ideal time for romantic adventuring.
Distracted by this memory of scented bosoms and velvet thighs, Court wandered into a pack of jeering children, two of whom wrestled furiously in the dirt. His dismay turned to alarm when he saw thirteen-year-old Padraic Knox leaping with idiotic glee around the combatants. One wave of his walking stick scattered most of them into the shelter of the woods. Court seized the apparent victor by the scruff while sneering down upon the loser.
“What a sight you are to behold, Sholto Gallagher! Flat on your back—kicking like a squalling babe in a wet nappy! Be off before I give you a few more lumps to blubber about.”
The squirming victor attempted a final kick to Sholto’s fleeing backside but was deterred by Court’s grip.
“What’s this set-to about? And mind, none of your lies or you’ll be feeling the back of my hand.” Court demanded of the now subdued Padraic.
“Don’t be blaming Padraic! They started it!”
“Go on then.” He released his captive. “And I want the truth first time round. None of your shillyshallying.”
“We were off to Mrs. Conway’s for tea when they began ragging on us, for no reason at all.”
“You mean ragging on Paddy here! That godforsaken bunch doesn’t have the brass to mix it up with you. They’d not be wanting the bloody US cavalry on their backs!”
“But Court,” came the all-too-familiar whine, “they’re always ragging on him.”
“Don’t you think it’s a mighty queer thing to have this wisp of a girl do your fighting for you?” he asked Padraic with pitiless sarcasm.
“Oh, I don’t mind at all, Master Court. Lacey’s not afeared of anyone.”
“Isn’t she now? You know what I think, Padraic Knox? You’ve been smacked in the head a wee bit too often! As for you, miss…”
Both of her braids hung loose, and dirt and blood smeared her face, while the right sleeve of her shirt flapped in the breeze. It was Court’s shirt, a hand-me-down, as most of her wardrobe seemed to be these days. She was even wearing a pair of his old riding breeches with a strip of burlap to keep them from falling to her knees!
“You shameless savages are coming with me!” Court snatched their hands and Lacey struggled to keep up with his long legs. “You’ll be a lovely sight to greet your father with that black eye, my lamb!”

Perched on the table in Mrs. Conway’s kitchen, Lacey twitched under her ministrations while Padraic slurped tea and nibbled on a potato pancake.
“To think, during my entire stay in London, I did not witness a single display of brawling! Only to return and find you hammering away at a brute of a boy, like you were born to the underclass! How many times must you be told? Young ladies of breeding do not engage in fisticuffs with common thugs!”
“Pish! I’m not a lady. I’m only eleven.”
“Don’t be impertinent!” Court hovered by Mrs. Conway’s elbow. “Shouldn’t she be getting a stitch or two for that?” His finger brushed away a lock of auburn hair from the jagged cut above her left eye.
“Ah, don’t be fretting so, Master Court. This here looks worse than it ’tis. Not deep, just messy. Bridget, fetch me the iodine and a bit of plaster.”
Eighteen-year-old Bridget Knox slunk away but not before cuffing her brother and inspiring Lacey to make some mischief. She was familiar with the rumors about Court and his sporting ways with Bridget and her ilk.
“What did you bring me?” Lacey asked as her prying hands fished through his pockets.
He bent close with a teasing smile. “Not that you’re deserving of my consideration. But if you were, and I happened to remember, it would be a might too big for my pocket, lamb.”
“Then who is this for?” She waved a gold necklace for all to see.
“You’re a thieving brat in need of a good seat warming.”
Court saw the rapt look of curiosity on both women’s faces. “No mystery, ladies. Just a trinket for Aggie. She’s been stuck with grandfather all this time, and you know what a bear he can be.”

By six o’clock, Lafferty had collected Court’s trunks and tracked him down at Mrs. Conway’s.
“Will we be stopping at Durbin House, sir?”
“No. Go straight on to Torrey Castle. Miss Lacey is to be our guest.”
When she began to protest, he hissed, “You’re under lock and key till your father returns from Dublin.”
“How do you know where he is?”
“I happened to have had supper with the captain night before last. He made a point of asking me to check on you—with good cause, I might add.”
Lacey sank back, her despair and pain welling into a single sob.
“What’s this?”
“I want to go home! I’ll not get into any more trouble.”
“If I thought you’d be properly looked after, I would! Old McTeague is too worn out to muster the strength to leash you. Indeed, you should be packed off to boarding school and taught to behave.”
This was not what she wanted to hear, least of all from someone who had spent the better part of his adolescence in disgrace, thanks to a hefty number of transgressions. She moved to the opposite side of the carriage and curled into a tight ball of woe.
Court’s left cheek began to pulse as he squinted at her in exasperation. Was it always to be this way between them? From the first day they had met—she, a stalwart five-year-old eager to ride and he, the fifteen-year-old reluctant teacher—they had squabbled and sparred with precious few interludes of peace.
“Look here, if you behave yourself for the next few days, you may come with me to Queenstown and meet my latest investment.”
“You bought a horse?”
“Aye, she’s a lovely little thing. Blacker than the devil’s brow with a sweet and steady gait. Grandfather will have a fit, but she was worth every shilling.”
“When can I ride her?”
“We’ll see,” he said, lifting his arm as she eased into the curve of his side. There was something seductive about these rare moments of harmony that made him susceptible to her manipulations.
“Will you unpack my present first, please?” She yawned in his face.
Clasping her mouth closed, he murmured, “Greedy little lamb.”  
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Elizabeth J. Sparrow is a native New Yorker and a graduate of Hunter College and New York University. She is working diligently on the sequel to The Irish Tempest.
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Switchback By S.W. Andersen

Switchback By S.W. Andersen Genre: Adult Fantasy Romance




Sierra Cody is on fire. A rising star in women's professional downhill mountain bike racing, she has all the tools to become a world champion. All she needs to do is fully commit herself. Something far easier said than done. As stubborn as she is independent, Sierra has always carved her own path, refusing to fall in line with the controlling, commercialized aspects of the sport. Her trademark no-holds-barred, reckless style of riding has earned her as many cheers as it has jeers.

Dr. Kara Davies, a highly regarded and accomplished physician, is well on her way to achieving her dreams in chiropractic research. Commitment to her goals has never been an issue, but her personal life is a different story. Preferring the comfort and safety of her lab over personal relationships, Kara's one-track mind allows no deviation.

But life is full of twists and turns.

After an accident on the track lands Sierra in Kara's on-site medical center, the doctor suddenly finds she has more on her mind that work. Blindsided by mutual attraction, Sierra and Kara struggle to accept their feelings for each other and to deal with the change it brings.

Will love be enough? Or will life's little switchbacks send them both careening off course?


Sierra’s ex, the dirty blonde spitfire named Harley, waved them both over. On many a night, Sierra would’ve accepted the offer, but tonight she preferred to continue her pursuit of the doctor who had already turned down several drink offers. That was one of the reasons she had to do this right. Another reason was that the doctor deserved better than some ridiculous, overused pick-up line. A plan took shape in her mind. Now, all she had to do was figure out how to get her alone so she could make her move.As soon as the question was posed, an answer presented itself. The doctor excused herself from the table and headed toward the ladies room. Sierra was quick on her feet, searching out a willing accomplice to help get her foot in the door. After a stop at the bar for two bottles of beer, she approached one of the male rookies on the tour, Rob. He was handsome, with dusty blonde hair and crisp blue eyes and had enough of a buzz going to agree to a favor for a free beer. When the doctor returned, Sierra pointed her out and Rob set out to intercept his target. Anticipation bubbled in Sierra’s chest. “Perfect,” she whispered as she followed a few feet behind him, but was careful to remain hidden. Thanks to the crowd, the doctor was held up at the far end of the bar. Rob approached from behind and when she was forced to stop, he leaned in and said, “Excuse me. I’m Mr. Right. Someone said you were looking for me.”
Not again. Kara rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. Never one to be rude, she had a polite turn down on the tip of her tongue as she faked a smile and spun around.“Thank you but…Sierra?” Startled to find the object of her infatuation rather than a mystery man, she quickly glanced right and left in confusion. “I didn’t expect to see you there. I mean…there was just a guy…”Sierra smiled seductively and took a step closer. In a husky tone, she replied, “Yeah well, I told him if anyone was buying the smoking hot doctor a drink tonight it was me. I hope that was all right.” She looked down and picked at the label on her bottle before meeting Kara’s shell-shocked stare once again. “But…” She shrugged. “If he’s more your type, then I can get him right back here.”Long, dark lashes framed Sierra’s light amber eyes which shimmered like gold. The touch of black eyeliner accented them to perfection. Mesmerized by the way they sparkled back at her, Kara stood speechless, motionless, frozen in an imaginary tractor beam that kept pulling her closer to the other woman until Sierra’s warm breath tiptoed across her skin. Goosebumps blazed a trail from her collar bone to her scalp. A shiver swept over her. Unable to form words, Kara finally gathered the strength to look away, dipping her head and blushing furiously. Sierra Cody had the power to render her speechless and it was unsettling.With the stunning woman out of her field of vision, Kara’s short-circuited nerve endings began to fire anew, allowing her to put syllables together in a coherent manner. “That won’t be necessary, but thank you,” she said with a shy smile. She was no stranger to being on the receiving end of flirtation—which she always declined with ease—but with little to no effort, Sierra had managed to put everyone else she had ever encountered to shame. Saying no to her was about as easy as fighting gravity.


S.W. Andersen has four novels under her belt.

Her debut novel, "Somewhere Between Love and Justice," received such rave reviews as "A Riveting Read" and "UNPUTDOWNABLE."

"The Price of Payback," is the sequel that has been called "A fantastic follow up" and "A great story about family."

"Love By Design" is a best seller in lesbian fiction earning reviews such as "An exceptionally well written journey into self-discovery" and "A beautifully written love story" that gave readers "the feels."

Her latest book, "Switchback," is a romance set in the world of competitive downhill mountain bike racing. 

Having been raised by her mother, a strong female character in her own right, she has always been attracted to stories that depicted independent, determined, capable women. She has spent a large part of her life around horses and rodeos and has always had an affinity for the cowgirl lifestyle. Her love of the mountains, westerns and stories involving strong female characters were the driving forces behind her first two stories. When she isn’t working or writing, she enjoys outdoor activities and traveling with her wife. They share their ten acres in rural Florida with a rambunctious crew of two dogs, four cats and two horses.

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His Family By Sheila Kell

“Sheila Kell has mastered the romantic suspense genre…” Title: His Family
Series: HIS Series #6 - NovellaAuthor: Sheila KellGenre: Romantic SuspenseDesigner: CT Cover Creations
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Editor: Hot Tree Editing From Romantic Suspense BEST-SELLING Author is a HIS novella. What happens when a man used to being in control has to call in his family to rescue the woman he loves? In Sheila Kell’s novella of danger and desire, a charismatic U.S. Senator and an assertive CEO are connected by the love they share. A love about to be ripped out from beneath them.

When family stands together anything is possible.
U.S. Senator Blake Hamilton has finally found love—only to have the woman who's unraveled him snatched away in a home invasion. By the time his family arrives, he’s ready to find Elizabeth and make her his—if she’ll have him.

As he suits up to rescue her, Blake debates the danger he’s putting his sons' lives in. But if he doesn’t, he may never see Elizabeth again. With tough decisions to make and a battle of wills, Blake has to decide how much he'll risk to free the woman who has captured his heart.

HIS FAMILY is book 6 in the HIS romantic suspense series. If you like thrilling, edge of your seat reading with sizzling sex scenes, then you’ll love each installment of Sheila Kell’s best-selling series.

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“Wow can it get any better? Well true to Sheila's style, Yes, yes it can get better.” - The Book Fairy Reviews Sheila Kell writes smokin’ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it, “nasty.” As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave women’s hearts pounding with a happily ever after built on a memorable, adrenaline-pumping story. When she isn’t writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect, or watching cartoons.
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Heart of Stone By James Fant

Crime FictionDate Published: 7/4/2017

Are the deacons of Shalom Bethel invincible? Legend has it that in the 1940’s, they came out of a gunfight with holes in their clothes but not their skin. Bullets bounced off of them. They walked through buckshots like water. That story is passed down by every deacon. The legend of Stephen Stone. That legend is about to be tested.
On the heels of a nightclub triple murder, a mysterious blizzard hits Shalom, a city normally warm year round. The blizzard brings with it bitter memories and ghosts Deacon Oak East thought were long gone: his prior drug conviction, his on and off relationship with his wife, the gruesome murder of his father and the role he played in it. But it's not just the past that haunts him. In the present, a homicide detective wants him and the deacons for the nightclub murders. And a gangster named Cap Morgan wants revenge. The snow is falling. But soon, it will be raining bullets. Is the legend true? Are the deacons of Shalom Bethel bulletproof?
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The early evening air cooled Oak’s skin and caused it to tighten. The sensation was odd, like someone pinching him but all over. Bringing his skin cells closer together? The thought was crazy and Oak traveled back to a biology class in which the teacher was showing a video on mitosis. Cells were dividing, giving rise to two daughter cells with the same number of chromosomes. There were different phases. One in particular where the chromatin seemed to span the two fused cellular bodies. So cool. That’s not what was happening with Oak’s skin. It was tightening...stiffening. And how would that look under a microscope?He shook those thoughts, jogged up to the duplex and slapped the knocker three times. The door opened and he saw Moody Norco. The man who hated his guts.“Come on in,” Moody said. “You want something to drink?”“Nah, I’m working. What’s up?”“Nothing much. Getting over a cold.”“No. I mean what’s up?”“You mean the money?”“I always mean the money when I ask that question.”Moody was devious and dangerous. Instead of repelling Oak, this fact attracted him. Pulled him to the man like gravity. An invisible yet powerful force that he couldn’t escape.He carried the weight of the world into Moody’s apartment that evening. His uncle had kicked him out the house. He had lost the women he loved. And then there was that nagging guilt, the thought that God would never forgive him for what he had done eight years before. Life had burdened him. Perhaps this devious dude was just dangerous enough to remove that burden.Oak snapped his fingers in Moody’s face. “Come on, man, I don’t have all day.”“I’m going to warn you right now,” Moody said, “it’s been slow.” He motioned to a half-naked woman who scampered into the back room.“I don’t care how slow it’s been. You’re delinquent yet again. Frankly, I’m fed up with it.”Moody’s eyes narrowed.  He tightened his fist but nothing more.“Tell your girl to hurry up with the money,” Oak said.“C’mon. Let me fix you some Cognac. I know you like that Yack! With Coke, right?”“Man, you’re trying my patience!” Oak pushed Moody out of the way and stomped into the bedroom, where he figured the woman was counting the money. But there was no woman. Instead, there was an open window, curtains dancing in the breeze and two guys holding sawed off shot guns that were aimed at Oak’s chest.“You sure you don’t want something to drink?” Moody asked again with a smile as he brandished a silver Saturday Night Special.“Truth be told,” he said, his pistol pointed at Oak, “I hate you! Why did you all of a sudden get to be boss of the streets? You haven’t put in work. You haven’t done dirt. And what’s worse, if war comes, you’d never be man enough to squeeze a trigger. You’re not a boss!” Moody and his two gunmen backed Oak into the living room. He asked, “You’re not gonna beg for your life?”“Not at all,” Oak replied.“Well, I gotta say I’m disappointed.”Oak shrugged. Sighed. “Well I’ve seen too much evil. Been the cause of too much pain. Being murdered like this is a fitting end.”“You’re not gonna cry or try to make a deal?”“Nah. If you’re gonna shoot me, get it over with already.”Moody chuckled. Smiled. Then his lips straitened. “This wasn’t what I imagined would happen. In my mind, I saw you sniveling, snot dripping over your lips as you begged for your life. Forget about the money. Just don’t kill me, Moody! I would demand that you call me the king. You are the king!  Then, I’d make you get down on your knees, your hands folded in prayer and praise. But...”Oak jumped at Moody like he was going to throw a punch. Moody flinched. His boys flinched too.“Unbelievable,” Oak laughed. Then he screamed, “Do it!”Shot guns lifted. Forestocks pumped. Snub nose hammer pulled back. An engine roared and the hood of a SUV came crashing through sheetrock and plaster. It was Sampson, Oak’s bodyguard. Crashing through the wall. Shooting through the windshield.Shots blazed from every direction. Glass shattered. Sampson took one in his shoulder but served several to Moody and his boys. As they hit the floor, Sampson yelled, “Lay down and stay down!”“O!” he screamed as he grunted his way towards him. “O.E.!”“What?!”“Are you wearing a vest?”“Huh?”He patted Oak’s chest and back. “Oh my goodness!” he said. “You’re not wearing a vest!”Oak looked at Sampson and saw that he was bleeding heavily. He took off his shirt and pressed it against his wounded shoulder. He said, “We gotta get you outta here.” Then he helped Sampson to the passenger side of the SUV, got in the driver’s seat, and slowly backed the out of the rubble.As he drove to Shalom Memorial Hospital, images of the shootout replayed in his head. The ear splitting pops and mind numbing explosions. He racked his brain for a reason why he was still breathing.He said, “I’m sorry, Sampson.  I should have been the one to get shot back there.”“You did get shot.”“What?”His bodyguard took a deep breath. Winced in pain. “They lit you up, man. You were getting popped left and right.”“Sampson,” Oak smiled warily, “were you smoking dope while I was in the apartment?”“I’m serious!” Sampson screamed. “Bullets just bounced off of you. At first I thought it was the adrenaline playing tricks on my mind. But nah. You were just walking through those bullets. I know what I saw.”


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James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. He received a degree in biology from College of Charleston and a master’s in business administration from Charleston Southern University. His love for literature was forged by the works of Eric Jerome Dickey, Walter Mosley, and Stephen King. He also finds inspiration from screenwriters Shonda Rhimes, Aaron Sorkin and Kurt Sutter. Literarily, James has always been drawn to intelligent yet imperfect characters and he writes novels with them in mind.Contact Links
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