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I can’t express how excited I am that Night Break‘s release day is finally here! I’ve been working on this new series of mine for what feel like forever, and it shows that perseverance damn well pays off!
After bouts of illnesses on my part, as well as for my entire household, then followed by the holidays, my home being turned into something that would resemble a bed & breakfast (not complaining), and hubby breaking a wrist (of course it was the dominant one!) I finally managed to carve out the time I needed to get this one finished. To say I’m proud of the hurdles I’ve had to jump over and the sea of tissue I’ve had to wade through to get Dalton and Devolin’s story out to you all would be a massive understatement. So with no further ado, here’s a sample chapter of Night Break to kick off its release!

Prologue

Dalton

One Year Ago…

If I had to deliver that fucker’s obituary, this is how it would read:

Rick Donnelly—Wannabe war hero, traitor, terrorist. May he burn in hell.

In truth, he was the scum who managed to kidnap my friend Theo Lowell’s nephew, Jasper, then made off with the man’s woman, all for the sake of petty revenge and furthering his stance in organized crime.

Now, he was nothing but a piece of shit, sprawled forward, split in half, and wedged between Warehouse Ten and the front end of Theo’s brother’s pickup truck.

Dead.

Collapsing to my back, Theo held onto his woman, Morgan, at my side. Allowing a long, drawn-out breath to escape, it helped ease the tension in my body as I dealt with the pain in my hand and leg. The damn bastard might be dead, but he did some damage before Morgan drove a truck straight through him. My shooting hand now had a hole through it, and since I was reaching for the gun in my ankle holster at the time, the fucking bullet managed to hit my bad knee.

It’s over. Thank God for crazy-assed women, great friends…and random strangers.

Jasper was safe.

Morgan was safe.

And Theo could settle into the life he thought he’d all but lost only hours before.

Sounding on the verge of tears, he uttered, “Huss?”

With our adrenaline dropping from the night’s festivities, I couldn’t blame his emotional state. The same gamut of emotions was reeling through me too, and I hadn’t had to track down two loved ones, nor had I had the displeasure of being held hostage, having to free myself, then do the same for the woman I loved. All this with some unknown cyber vigilante, who’d popped out of nowhere, to help him out. One we’d been forced to have blind faith in.

I’m your girl, Mr. T.

Yeah, Hussy was our girl tonight. Definitely.

“Yeah?” she said through that voice distorter of hers.

“Thank you.” Theo’s voice lodged in his throat, leaving the man incapable to add to his words.

It took a few seconds to get a response, but when it came, albeit in that robotically masculine voice again, it was just as overwrought with the same jumble of emotion that Theo and I seemed to be experiencing. “You’re welcome, Mr. T,” she whispered.

Hussy’s earlier concerned outburst to my being shot jumped to the forefront of my mind. This spurred me into action. I didn’t know why I felt compelled to reassure her, but I found myself unable to stop myself from doing it. Hussy wasn’t one of my team at Nightshade Security, yet tonight, she had come through for all of us. Despite never having met, a bond had been forged between the team, Hussy, and myself. Plus, I’ve always been one to listen to my gut, and it’s proven me right every time, so it was why I said what I did next.

“Huss?” I managed.

Her distorted voice caught. “Yeah?”

“I’ll be fine.” I swallowed the ball of emotion that had made my voice come out sounding like gravel. “But I’m going to need your name, honey.”

What I got next was an unaltered, breathless sounding, “Kip,” that made my lungs seize, my body tighten, and a part of my anatomy take notice in a very visceral way.

I had no idea who this woman was. She’d only spoken a single word—the nickname she’d given me based on my last name—Kippers. But that’s all I needed. I can’t explain the electrical charge that rolled through me, or the sense that something greater was at play. I simply needed more of that voice. I needed more of her. “I want to know—”

I heard a subtle thump on the other end of the line, followed by a long sigh.

I never thought that a sigh could hold so much untold emotion, but hers did.

Exhaustion.

Wistfulness.

Hesitation.

Defeat.

Fear.

“Don’t,” she whispered, and I could have sworn I’d heard her add a “please” to that. “Let’s just leave it at this.” I didn’t want to. A gnawing feeling in my gut told me that I needed her still; that I wanted her. “I only did what needed to be done. It’s what I do.”

Something told me that pushing her right then would be ineffective, so I gave in, much to my displeasure. But I did it in a way that left the proverbial door open and the ball in her court. “Okay, Huss. If you ever need anything—”

I could tell that she was contemplating my words. “I won’t.” The tone of finality in those words had disappointment weighing me down until she continued, “Tell you what, I’ll be in touch if something ever comes up.”

Disappointment fled and hope took its place. This was as good as I was going to get. “Okay.”

Silence dominated the next ten seconds before Hussy broke it. “I’m going to sign off now.”

“Huss?” I was desperate and I didn’t care. I wanted to reach through the communication device shoved in my ear canal and yank her to where I lay, so I could see the face that belonged to the voice. I wanted to figure out why she was how she was, what made her tick, what set her off. Hell, I’d have been happy to wait out the medics and the slew of first responders with her voice in my ear, telling me everything was going to be okay, just like Theo was doing with Morgan.

But before I could do or say anything, the line went dead, all coms were down, and sirens could be heard in the distance.

I could feel Theo’s gaze aimed at the side of my face. He probably wanted to know what the fuck was going on with me.

Ignoring the man, I thumped my head onto the dock in sheer frustration, and closed my eyes. “Bye, Huss,” I whispered.

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Breaking Men Once Again

When I first sought out to write Once Written, Twice Shy (OWTS), I never knew that inspiration would strike me where I sat. Nowhere near half-way done with writing the book, it became clear to me that I had wakened some sort of dragon.

Here’s a little secret about me…I love a challenge. And OWTS proved a big one for me. Little did I know that a plethora of new yet delightful hurdles awaited me along with it.

First, I was writing from a male’s perspective.  Second, I chose to do it in first-person to boot! For anyone who’s done this, you know your characters need a certain amount of depth and substance to keep the reader engaged. Taking up the challenge, I strove to portray the everyday aspect of a man’s life: the loves, the losses, the gains, the dramas, the in-betweens and yes…the heated passion.

As I wrote Paxton’s journey, I knew that I was writing a character that everyone could relate to in some shape or form. The fact that the rest of the cast was lovable (for the most-part–one must have a villain or two in the mix, right?) also helped. Suffice to say, as I moved along with OWTS, certain characters became deserving of their own story. And thus The Broken Men Chronicles series was born!

The Broken Men Chronicles (BMC) series features men, in their 30’s. They come from all walks of life, successful in their own right but there’s just something that’s missing. Trading on various life circumstances that have led them astray, thus miserable, each novel carries a journey toward self-discovery and happiness with a few bumps along the way. What’s great is that much like television, we have cross-overs which means some of your favorite characters from previous novels return for another fifteen minutes of fame.

And this leads to the long awaited news of the next book in the the BMC series!

Let me introduce you to Almost Forgotten (AF). Here’s a short synopsis to whet your appetites.

Jake had it all: money, women, and great looks. He was happy. Well, he thought he was.

Then, a series of women and a ghost from his past made him re-evaluate everything.

Why had she come back? Why was she standing in his firm’s boardroom with his opposing counsel? And the burning question – why did he give a damn after fifteen years?

She had broken his heart all those years ago, and Jake chose to live the life of a bachelor from there on out. Along with his fast-paced career, he maintained a fast-paced social life. It’s what worked for him. At least he’d convinced himself it did.

The loneliness of his large home the minute the housekeeper clocked-out and the women warming his bed deserted him left him wanting. Could he get what so many of his friends already had: the woman, the family, the house with the white picket fence? Maybe. But just because he desired those things, things he’d sworn off ages ago, doesn’t mean they were destined for him.

One thing was for sure; with Danica back in town, Jake’s life was never going to be the same again…

In the upcoming weeks and months, stay tuned for additional information on this winter’s release of Almost Forgotten, Book Two of The Broken Men Chronicles.