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Chapter 1
Mia.

The ache blooming in Mia’s depths had become such a relentless presence in her life—a bone-deep ache meant to remind her each morning as she woke of the hell that she would soon come to endure again. As she removed the covers from her bruised body, she took in her flesh. Black and blue bruises dotted her legs and thighs, morphing into faded marks; a red and raw bracelet of rope burns circled her ankles. An ache developed in her chest as she took in the state of her body. However, Mia didn’t have time to think of the misery that had become her life. Glancing at the clock that read six a.m., she knew she had a limited amount of time to shower, dress, and get breakfast ready.

Standing, Mia limped to the restroom and showered, tracing the bandage covering the stitches on her side as she lathered as best as she could. She closed her eyes as she placed a hand on her quivering stomach and slowly lowered her hand to clean between her legs. He left his marks on her again, but this time it wasn’t the usual bite, bruise, or cut. This time, he actually lost control and came inside of her, leaving her filled with his seed. The expression of pure ecstasy on his face as he consumed her had astonished her. Nothing she did ever pleased him, not even while he raped her, but last night was different. The tides had changed, and with the metamorphosis came a darkness she sensed she wouldn’t survive. His anger, loathing, and hate were the only emotions she’d wrought from him and nothing more.

Last night, the glint in his eyes as he pushed inside of her body made her stomach clench. She was never allowed to close her eyes because doing so always elicited his large hands around her neck until she passed out. At first, itbeen a mercy on his end to take her away from her suffering, but soon he realized his error of permitting her the unconscious reprieve, and the last time, she woke up covered in even more bruises. So, no, nothing she ever did elicited anything but pure rage from him … except the horror in her eyes as he came inside of her. Pure unadulterated fear had lanced through her at the thought of carrying his child.

There were things that used to horrify Mia. In the past, reading the newspaper or watching the news about missing women, Mia felt empathy for the victims, but it’d never been more than a glancing emotion. The possibility of seeing her face on CNN had never made it into the realm of possibility for Mia. No, she didn’t think herself invincible, but out of reach and safe. After the first abduction, that small world had shattered and her old life became shards of glass, too sharp and small to place back together. She’d awaited rescue to no avail. No one was coming for her, they mocked. She was so green, naïve, and fearless. That was until the first rape.

She’d feared rape and death. No woman, no matter how brave, lived without the fear of rape. Perhaps there were some who prepared for the likelihood of it happening, so their fear would lessen, but Mia had never been one of those women. And maybe, this was why she became such an easy target. After months in a shack, used and abused, death and rape had no longer become a fear, but the norm. Soon, her worst enemy became time. How much longer would they let her live? When would they tire of her, and when they did, where would they dispose of her body? Would her family claim her bones or would they see her ravished body? How would it embarrass her father?

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Christmas is here early! Inevitable is free for the first time EVER. A gift to you!!

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For the first time ever Inevitable is free!! Merry Christmas from me to you! <3 

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Ex-Marine and former combat trainer, Trent Reed has been shot and placed in war zones behind enemy lines for most of his Marine Corp career. But when his best friend, Logan, calls in a favor, he is faced with one of the hardest decisions of his life—to be, or not to be, the best man in his wedding. 

His turbulent past with races other than his own, have him at odds with Logan’s new African American fiancée, Katie. When Trent accepts the position against his better judgment, it’s done with a heavy heart and the understanding that his friend is soon to be out of his life—for good.

Teal Lofton is finally warming up to Logan, her best friend’s fiancé and ex-convict. As maid of honor in Katie’s wedding, she will have to put up with budget issues, mind-numbing tasks, juggling the bride’s secret pregnancy, and worst of all, dealing with Logan’s jerk of a best friend and best man. 

When shit hits the fan during the groom’s dinner and Trent disappears with the wedding rings in tow, Teal flips her lid and chases after him into the worst snow storm of the decade. A serious accident sets Trent and Teal on an inevitable course of self-discovery and passion like they’ve never experienced before. 

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Boxset Cover Reveal: Love Against the Odds

Against all odds, love prevails.

Love Against the Odds Volume one includes two previously published bestselling novels: Rogue in Love and Open Wounds. This volume features the men of Trent's Body Shop each story is a standalone with a HEA.


Rogue in Love:
Ten years ago, Lex was forced to skip town, giving up everything he’d ever known. But even his time in solitude couldn’t keep away the memory of the girl he’d left behind. The girl who’d offered him her innocence, and her heart.

Thea had moved on from the boy who abandoned her. Good job, fiancé, comfortable life in New York … until everything is ripped away from her, leaving her to pick up the pieces alone.

RELEASE DATE 11/30/2017

When the care of an ailing loved one brings them back to Blackwater, Lex and Thea are confronted by the pains of the past. For Lex, that means helping to heal the broken-hearted woman he left behind. For Thea, it means refusing to let him see the gaping hole his absence created.

The old feelings still linger, but only they can decide to relight the sparks, no matter the secrets and heartaches that come with them.

Open Wounds: 
If you could see your life from inception to your death, would you change things or would you let your death play out as fate intended?

Abel is in search of only two things. A stable job and a safe place to lay his head at night after a mistake that cost him eighteen months of his life. As if fate had plans made only for him, Abel is offered a complicated job, and a chance to redeem himself to his old boss, from an old friend. And then he meets her…
And soon, Abel finds himself adding another item to his list—Hope.

At only twenty-six, Hope has only ever slept with one man, and at her boss’s unsolicited advice, Hope plans to forget the abuse and degradation she suffered at her ex’s hand by seducing and bedding the next man she meets. Only, after Hope finds a promise of death at her doorstep, her plans are derailed and only chance at staying alive rests on the dedication of her new bodyguard and her own sheer will to live the life she deserves.

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Inger Iversen is the bestselling author of several novels including her New Adult Series, In the Dark: Running in the Dark, Sinners in the Dark, Confessions in the Dark, and coming soon, Absolution in the Dark. She is also the author of the bestselling Few Are Angels series, a paranormal romance told from the heroine’s perspective that builds in intensity and intrigue to a finale you won’t see coming. Heart pounding action mixed with heartwarming friendships and heartbreaking romance will leave you breathless and begging for more.

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Inevitable: Deleted Scene

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You asked for it! I get emails every now and then with questions from readers. One question asked in particular is about Trent and Harper and how they met and their time together`. So, here it is. Check out the deleted scene of Inevitable!


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         “Where are you taking me?” Harper asked in a whisper. For as long as Trent had been alive he’d been a leper. In his own home with his stepfather and even in the school he attended. That never bothered him though. He’d become comfortable in his isolation and had even found spots around the county that he could visit without interruption.

            “Just come on.” She sighed and grabbed his hand. Trent and Harper were at Hanatier Park located between the old Jessing Farm and the Miller farm. In the middle of the summer most nobody came out there because of the smell of horse crap and the old one-eyed man who ran the farm. Ill-tempered and likely to threaten you off the property with his shotgun, no one ever braved the land—no one other than Trent. He’d learned the old man had been paid and paid well to keep trespassers off the property and away from the horses. He and the man had struck a deal, Trent wouldn’t fuck with anything or bring his friends and the man would turn a blind eye to Trent climbing the hill and hanging out. Along with leaving Trent be, the old man also taught him a thing or two about tending to the horses.

            The grass was slickened with dew from the day’s earlier rain. It’d cooled the night air along with an even cooler breeze. Unseasonably cool whether normally meant a storm was on the way, but Trent didn’t mind. He’d spend rainy days working in the shop and his nights nestled between Harper’s thighs. Trent helped Harper up the hill, as she struggled to find purchase on the wet ground. Her little white sandals were caked with dirt and grass. Trent pulled Harper’s body to his and reached under her legs.

          “Let me carry you,” He said as he lifted her up.

           She laughed and kicked her feet and then settled in his arms. “Thank God I’m not fat.”

He looked her over as he continued walking. “No, you aren’t but I like you thighs and ass just as they are, so don’t think about going on some silly ass diet.” She wiggled her thick hips against him.

        “Good, I won’t.” She kissed his cheek and he walked a few more paces before he was able to put her back on her feet.

        Now that they were on high ground where the horses didn’t graze he didn’t have to worry about avoiding horseshit in the dark. A loud boom exploded over Trent and Teal causing her to jump and look up at the sky.

            “Holy shit, babe, look.” She pointed up as the first firecracker exploded above them in green, gold and red. Colors lit up the night and Trent pulled Harper further up the hill to where the ground finally leveled out.

            “It’s better from over there, come one.” He softly pulled her again forcing her to follow.

           “The horses aren’t scared?” She asked. He looked over to see her pointing to the two mares Gracie and Maci. The old man had stabled up the horses that weren’t desensitized to the noise. Trent saw a few others roaming below the hill.

            “No,” He said as they reached the top. “The old man desensitized them to noises and the ones that aren’t are in the stables with horse ear plugs in.” Trent led her over to the place he’d created earlier that day.

            “Shut up, horse ear plugs?” She asked skeptically.

            “I’m not sure what they are really called.” Trent and Harper sat down on the blanket weighted down by the bag of food.

            She looked around and laughed. “Well, navigating through horse poop aside, this is really nice and romantic.” Harper tucked her legs under herself and leaned into Trent as the night sky was lit up with color.

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Up Close and Personal with Trent Reed

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Hey readers! I have a surprise for you. How would you like to meet Trent Reed? Joc from The Audio Flow had the pleasure of interviewing Trent and you get to listen. 

If you liked this interview you can listen to The Audio Flows podcast featuring some amazing voice talents, author interviews, and more. 

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Call my wife again and I’ll place a fucking bomb in the clubhouse and piss on the fire as you all burn.
— Trent Reed
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Teal’s phone pinged on the dresser. The message notification lit up the phone, pulling his attention to the words illuminating the screen. Teal hadn’t noticed, she’d apparently been wrapped up in his words.

Trent reached past her and read the words. The threat. How Mutt had gotten her number was beyond him. It wasn’t a cell though . . . cells weren’t listed, were they?

“Oh shit. Are they canceling?” She reached for the phone and Trent moved it out of her reach.

“No.” He moved to the bed, watching Emma Mae as she used her chubby little fingers to grip the side of the bed and pull up with all her little strength. He smiled at her efforts, but didn’t reach out a helping hand. She was stronger than she looked and given time, she’d excel in every endeavor she attempted. He and Teal would make sure of it.

Little fingers gripped the cover, and her pink face scrunched in concentration. Clenching tight, she pulled until her little legs and the side of the bed supported her weight. Teal gasped, but Trent didn’t break his stare with Emma Mae. Baby blue eyes bore into him as she made her way over.

One hand lifted from her tight grip, and reached out for him. “Da-da,” Emma Mae’s soft voice called to him.

Trent’s eyes watered and his heart opened so wide from the love that filled him to bursting. He reached out a hand, just a few inches from her.

Quickly, Emma released the side of the bed, her little feet working faster than she’d expected, causing her to stumble after only two steps. He caught her in his arms and swooped her up. Teal ran to him and threw her arms around him, the sound of her happiness surrounding him, along with the giggles of his baby girl.

He closed his eyes for a brief instant, taking in and enjoying this moment with his family. And if the decision hadn’t already been made to kill the congressmen, this exact moment would have done it. He would fight and he would kill to keep his family.

“Oh my goodness, Trent. I’ve been waiting for this moment!” She squealed. He kissed Emma and placed her in Teal’s arms. She raised their daughter in the air and cooed to her.

Trent picked up her cell and moved to the door.

Her eyes widened. “Where you going?”

He lifted the phone, screen facing away from her and waggled it. “Logan texted. I need to talk to him about something right quick.” He forced a smile.

“About my surprise?” she asked, offering him an out.

He snatched it without even thinking. “Yup.” Her smile lit up the room, turning the dark deed he was about to commit into ash. “It’ll be a minute. And next time,” he motioned to Emma Mae, “we have to get that on video.”

“I agree,” she said as Trent exited the room.

Out in the hallway, he paced as he reread the text.

 

Tell your man this is his last chance before things get ugly, beautiful.

–Mutt

 

Trent growled at the endearment as he pressed the call button.

Mutt picked up on the first ring. “Hello, darling.”

Trent hated the smooth and soulful timbre he offered his wife. “Fuck you, asshole.” His growl was followed by Mutt’s laughter. “Tell Ace I’ll be there the day after tomorrow to do the job. Call my wife again and I’ll place a fucking bomb in the clubhouse and piss on the fire as you all burn.”

Trent disconnected the call and deleted all traces of Mutt’s presence on Teal’s phone. He glanced back at the closed door and could see right through it in his mind.

Fine, if his past wanted to rear its ugly head, he’d cut its throat and rip its head clean the fuck off.

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Veiled #coverreveal by @Rourkewrites

Veiled
Stacey Rourke
Publication date: November 7th 2017
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

Political propaganda would have us believe vampires are our friends. Fanged teddy bears misunderstood thanks to archaic lore. Activists picket for them to be welcomed into our society.

They claim vamps don’t kill.
They preach we are safe.
They … are dead wrong.

One year ago a hive slaughtered my family and left me for dead. Found by a team of scientists with their own agenda, I was forged into an unstoppable weapon.

I possess their strength, with none of their weaknesses.
I can move among them free from their crippling hunger.
I am their greatest threat.

Armed with this arsenal, vengeance will feed my desire to penetrate the seedy underbelly of their fetishized lifestyle and expose them for the monsters they truly are.


Author Bio:

RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013
Readers' Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015

Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Reel Romance Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.

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SUGGESTED READING ORDER:

The Love Against the Odds books are written as standalone, bwwm/interracial romances. However, your enjoyment may be enhanced if you follow this order:

Incarcerated: Letters from Inmate 92510 Katie & Logan 1
Inevitable: Love and War Teal & Trent 1
Indelible: Beneath His Ink Teal & Trent 2
Rogue in Love: Lex and Thea | standalone novella
Open Wounds: Abel and Hope | standalone novella
Indebted: Til' Death Do Us Part Teal & Trent 3


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“If you do this . . .” Taking in a deep breath she paused, as if needing strength to continue. Trent remained silent, waiting as she gathered the nerve to tell him to go and fuck himself. “If you do this, I can’t be here when you come back. Emma and I—we can’t be a part of this life.”

Her fatalistic tone scared the hell out of him, and Trent knew this wasn’t some exaggerated threat. He made to speak, to remind her that he was doing this for his family, but Ace, who’d been unusually quiet, grunted from behind him.

“Looks like you got a choice to make, Marine.” He stepped out of the house, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. “Walk away from her . . .” The sound of his boots hitting the porch grew louder, and one of the men lit a cigarette, while the other cocked his weapon. “Or you can walk away from me.”

The not-so-veiled threat reminded Trent that when this was over, Ace would pay. He swallowed hard before he looked back to Teal.

But Ace wasn’t done. “Don’t make the wrong choice, because if you think I’ve been an asshole to her before, well then Marine, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Trent glanced around, taking in Mutt’s restless movements, and Gator’s gun, cocked and loaded.

            He closed the little distance between him and Teal, and leaned down and kissed her lips. The taste of her so familiar and sweet, his body yearned for more.

Holding back, he moved away and side stepped, making room for her to go back in the house. “You may want to pack some shit up for you and Emma Mae.”

Teal closed her eyes for the briefest of moments and swayed, before opening them and turning away. The cold hollow sound of her voice punched Trent in the gut. “There’s nothing left for us in that house; nothing that can’t be replaced.”

Those words wounded him more than any bullet ever had, pained him more than the sight of her walking away, because she was right. There wasn’t anything in that home she couldn’t replace, including him.

He watched the taillights as they disappeared into the night, his gut churning until finally, his body went numb.

            Mutt slapped Trent on the back, then draped an arm over his shoulder. “She’ll come back. They always do.”

Trent turned and eyed the man. He hadn’t expected the candor of his voice, nor the look of understanding in his eyes when his gaze met his. But just as fast as it been there, it was gone, along with the weight of his arm.

            “Fuck yeah, even when you tell them bitches to stay gone.” Gator shoved his gun back in his pants and clapped his hands together. “Let’s get this shit on the road, shall we?” He shoulder-bumped Trent as he pushed past him.

            Trent growled. “You motherfuckers want to act like you didn’t cost me the one thing—”

            “No, no.” Ace’s voice was low and menacing. “Dipping your dick in that blonde chick when you knew she wasn’t worth more than a one-time fuck. That’s what cost you.” Ace pointed to the direction Teal had driven off in. “You want that woman back? You shore up your past and get your fucking shit in order.”

Trent felt his hand grip his gun, and before he knew it, his gun was drawn and pointed in Ace’s mean-looking mug. The reason Ace had a gun in his face wasn’t because he’d called in his boon, it was because Trent knew he was right. Shayla had been trouble from the second she’d sauntered her ass up to him. The problem was, he hadn’t cared. He’d had an image to uphold, and a blonde bombshell on his arm added to the picture, no matter how much of a pain in the ass she’d been.

            “Shit, man,” Gator’s slow southern drawl held a warning Trent wasn’t sure he’d heed. “Calm down, Marine.”

He heard the boots moving to attention, and the guns being pulled from leathers. Though his mind told him that even with his three weapons, he was outgunned and outnumbered, he couldn’t find the fucking sense to lower the gun.

Ace’s lips curved into a knowing smile. He knew—hell, everyone knew—that Trent was fucked six ways till Sunday if he pulled the trigger.

Trent moved the gun what seemed to be a millimeter away from his mark, his aim somewhere off in the distance, and pulled the trigger. The sound of the bullet exploding from the muzzle shocked him out of his rage, and reminded him of what he had to lose had he shot Ace.

            Ace smiled and strode to Trent, gun in hand. Though his gait flowed like water, slow, sure, and steady, a tumultuous storm raged behind his eyes. “Marine, I’m gonna give you that one, seeing as how your lady friend broke your heart and all.”

Trent felt his temper boiling up again, his aversion to this man and infuriation at his own situation, pulled bile from his gut and pushed it up his throat. Still, the only fear Trent felt was at the loss of his wife and child.

 He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm his raging nerves. He couldn’t allow himself to get killed, whether he was coming back to an empty home or not.

“But the next time you aim that mother fucker at me . . .” Ace eyed Trent with the devious smile of a man who feared nothing—a man with nothing to lose. “You better pull that goddamned trigger.”

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