Thursday, February 8, 2018

My First Book of 2018 Comes with Hope



Dear Beautiful People,

Last year was such a struggle for me to get words onto paper. If I managed a page in a day, I was ecstatic. The plot was there. The characters were telling me, HELLO. Other ideas teamed in my head, but the actual storytelling failed me. I ended up releasing just a couple of novels. I was disappointed and frustrated. Adding to my frustration was the fact that Amazon hid me. There's another Kathryn Kelly who is a romance author. Whenever I clicked the name "Kathryn Kelly", I was taken directly to her page, essentially losing me in the shuffle. Amazon also took away some of my reviews from my previously published work. I'd gotten messages from readers who told me they tried to post reviews for my books but Amazon denied them. Without at least 50 reviews in the first week or two after a release, Amazon loses you in its algorithms, so it really didn't help that I wasn't able to get new reviews for older work and I didn't have a new book to push.

At one point, I thought about throwing in the towel and giving up writing. I never could. I'd stop for a week or two and swear I'd never tell another story, then something would pop into my head and I'd have to get to the computer. I stopped telling myself the lie that I could give up writing. It just wasn't possible. Writing is in my blood. Even if I stopped offering my work publicly, I'd still have to write.

Somewhere along the way, Christopher and company stepped back onto the stage, and demanded another story, and An Outlaw Valentine was born. Once again, I'm filled with ideas for stories. I have a schedule, in my head, that I'd like to stick to in 2018. I have hope that chemotherapy didn't kill my ability to tell stories.

I want to shout and jump and dance that I have another book out. All writers want the world to know about their books. We want our stories to be well-received and popular. Prior to August 5, 2015, my dream was to be on the New York Times bestseller's list. Last year, my dream was just to write. The release of An Outlaw Valentine is a pivotal moment for me. Words cannot express how happy and relieved I am.

I'd like to thank everyone who support and encourage me. You check in with me to make sure I'm okay. You send me funny jokes. You inspire me. Thank you for being so awesome. I have plans to release at least four books in 2018. Amazon might hide me again. (When I wrote to them to ask how could we be distinguished from each other, I never received an answer. Instead, I was told the other Kathryn Kelly sold more books than I did and had more reviews, so she would automatically be more visible.) I will post news of upcoming releases on my page and keep my fingers crossed that my books will be found.

In closing, I'd like to say never give in and never give up. Keep rolling on.

Love, Kat




An Outlaw Valentine






Christopher & Megan - Outlaw and Meggie’s fifth wedding anniversary for their church ceremony is approaching and they are thinking of ways to celebrate. With it being so close to Valentine’s Day, Meggie decides to throw a Valentine’s Day Celebration. All seems well, until a rival club with an agenda, gets on Outlaw’s bad side. When they use Meggie as a pawn, Outlaw races against a ticking clock to find the woman he loves more than life itself.

Johnnie & Kendall – Johnnie is searching for a way to bring Christopher and Megan closer to him and Kendall. During one of their outings, Kendall is offered a legal case that she badly wants to take. When she comes up with the perfect solution to secure Johnnie’s agreement, it leads to unforeseen complications that threatens her and Johnnie’s lives, as well as their marriage, that might finally spell the end for them. 
















An Outlaw Valentine Trailer











Chapter One

Christopher


Slipping just inside his home gym, Christopher Caldwell focused on his wife’s movements as she completed her set of lunges, holding five-pound weights in each hand. He’d join her in a moment. Right now, he was just content to watch her go through her routine.
As always, he thanked whatever fluke of fate sent her to him as an eighteen-year-old naïve girl who had blossomed into a sexy woman. His woman. 
She wasn’t very tall, but what she lacked in height, her kindness more than made up for it.
She glanced in his direction and started. Removing her earbuds and setting them on the floor, next to her phone, she smiled at him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, baby,” he responded, finally closing the door and walking fully into the room. He glanced back at the door. Although their oldest son hadn’t gotten home from school yet and the rest of their children were somewhere in the house with Megan’s assistant, he really needed to get a lock for the gym. Every chance he got, he fucked Megan in here.
Grinning at the thought of getting into her pussy, he went to his power tower, grabbed the upper bars and lifted himself, counting off in his head.
Long ago, he’d learned the importance of staying fit. A motherfucker never knew when he needed to get the fuck away or chase after other motherfuckers to fuck them up.
When he reached fifty, he allowed his feet to touch the ground. It didn’t surprise him to find his wife next to him. Desire darkened her blue eyes. He smirked at her, stepping aside so she could have a turn on the equipment. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up, allowing her to reach the handles, then grunted as she used her upper arm strength to pull herself above the bar.
He loved working out with her. However, he didn’t want her with muscles. She knew his feelings and had agreed to his wishes. That was the beauty of them. They took each other’s wants and needs into account. What she wanted, she got. In turn, she laid the world at his feet.
As she lifted herself again, he stepped closer, allowing not even an inch to separate their bodies. With each movement she made, her back and ass brushed against his chest and cock.
Thrusting against her, he groaned, regretting the leggings she wore. He wanted to see her in tiny skirts when they exercised together and made a mental note to mention that to her. At the moment, what she wore didn’t matter. They’d tempted each other long enough. It was time for action.
The next time she lowered herself, he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid his other hand into her leggings, skimming his fingertips over her belly, her mound, feeling the hair on her pussy lips, before finally touching her clit.
She gasped and relaxed, trusting him not to let her fall because she had every faith in the world in him. He fingered her swollen cunt, chinning her golden hair aside and licking the shell of her ear.
“Christopher,” she whispered, leaning against him and arching her back.
“Yeah, baby?” he told her, circling her clit before massaging the inside of her hole. She was already so fucking wet and hot. She’d admitted watching him work out turned her on.
He slid his finger deeper into her.
“I’m going to come.”
He bit her earlobe and she cried out. “That’s the fuckin’ point, Megan,” he reminded her with a grin. “Get your pretty pussy to cream all over my fuckin’ hand, before my ass shove my big dick as deep as the motherfucker can go. You want that?”
“Ummmhmmm.”
He slid his finger inside of her, stroking her in and out, as he thumbed her clit.
“Whatcha want from me?” he demanded.
“Your thick cock,” she managed.
“Where?” He added a second finger inside her pussy and increased the pressure of his thumb.
She groaned. “In my pussy.”
He kissed the top of her head. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
“Please,” she begged, grinding against his hand, searching for her orgasm.
“You like to fuck, dontcha?”
“Y-y-yes.”
Already, he felt the tiny pulses of her body and the tightening of her pussy walls.
“You addicted to my cock, baby.”
She nodded wildly, trembles overtaking her body as her juices slid down his fingers.
Her heart pounding, she drew in a deep breath. As Christopher removed his hand from inside her leggings, she wriggled in his hold, toeing her sneakers off and baring her bottom half. By now, he’d pulled his cock out. Bending over, she grabbed onto the footrail of the power tower, leaving her pussy and ass wide open to him.
He took his dick in hand, teased her cunt entrance, then buried himself inside of her. With his arm still around her, her feet didn’t touch the ground. He wasn’t sure what type of goddamn acrobatics she’d been practicing, but he sure the fuck wasn’t complaining.
Gripping her hips, he pushed into her, while she used her hooker moves to ride his cock and drove him the fuck out of his mind. Pussy-whipped wasn’t the right expression for what he felt for her as she used her pussy muscles to grip his cock before wiggling and bouncing to the rhythm of his movements. 
Pussy-lassoed? Pussy-chained?
Whatever the fuck it was, just bestow the label on him.
After a few minutes of pleasurable torture, she released the footrail, allowing him to hold her, suspended in the air, thrusting in and out of her. He couldn’t finger her pussy in this position, since he sure the fuck couldn’t grip one hip and continue to fuck her.
He backed out of the power tower space, then gently lowered their bodies to the floor. Resting on her elbows, she lifted her ass in the air, opening herself to him. He pushed as deep as he could go.
“Fuuuucccckkkk, baby,” he panted. “You got the best pussy in the fuckin’ world.”
“It’s all yours,” she said breathlessly. “Yours to love. Yours to fuck. Yours to eat. My pussy belongs to you.”
He slammed into her at the words and she mewled like a little cat. “Harder,” she demanded.
Just what the fuck he wanted to hear. He rammed his cock into her over and over, his balls banging against her hairy pussy, pulling cry after cry from her.
“I’m coming,” she breathed, her movements wild and frantic.
Megan gave as good as she got, fucking him to within an inch of his goddamn life and leaving him weak and sated when cum exploded from him and into her.
She collapsed on the floor and he stretched out over her, still connected to her, but careful not to rest all of his weight on her.  A minute passed before he withdrew from her, laid on his side, and pulled her into the crook of his arms.
He smoothed his hand over the top of her damp hair, then kissed her head. “I love you,” he told her.
“I adore you,” she answered, then breathed in deep. “In a few weeks, it’ll be five years since we had our church wedding.”
Yeah, but first, Christmas had to come, and then the new year. Once upon a time, the celebrations stopped there. Megan, however, made a big deal out of his birthday, too, which would also come before Valentine’s Day.
Yet, he knew their anniversary was important to her.
“Yeah, baby. I know, but coming up in seven months, six fuckin’ years since our first weddin’.”
She’d wanted their marriage blessed. Once she got him to agree to a church ceremony, she didn’t want to take any chances that he’d change his mind. Therefore, she wouldn’t wait until their one-year anniversary to renew their vows. That meant, they had two wedding anniversaries.
Last July, they really hadn’t done much to celebrate their first fifth anniversary.
“You wanna fuckin’ celebrate our church shit?”
“Would you object if I did?”
He sighed and looked down at her. She tipped her head up and grinned. “That depends on what the fuck it is,” he said, stealing a kiss from her. He could never, ever get enough of her.
“Actually, I’m not sure what it entails yet.”
A vision of himself in a monkey suit pranced through his mind. No fucking way. She couldn’t put him in another tux. He’d never fucking go for it. She could make faces with her pussy and he wouldn’t change his mind. However, he didn’t want her disappointed, so he came up with something else that might suit them both.
“Baby, I got a idea. How ‘bout both us motherfuckers come up with some fuckin’ ideas and we discuss this shit in a few fuckin’ days. Whoever the fuck come up with the best fuckin’ idea, that’s what the fuck we do.”
She lifted her head and grabbed a kiss from him. “Deal.”
They smiled at each other before she decided to straddle him. Her bare ass teased the head of his cock and her wet pussy brushed against his stomach. She caressed his abs. 
“I love to exercise with you,” she admitted for the hundredth time. “Seeing you in just sweats, with your muscled upper body out, turns me on so much.”
“You know what the fuck turns me on ‘bout you?”
Her eyes brightened and she giggled. “Everything.”
“Fuckin’ right, baby. Every-fuckin-thing.” He’d said it enough times that she should know that fucking answer. “But the biggest reason I stay turned on ‘round you is cuz of you, Megan. Your kind heart and your beautiful fuckin’ soul. You fuckin’ taught me how to fuckin’ be. You showed me the meanin’ of family. Without you, I ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing, baby.”
She laid her head on his chest. “Oh, Christopher. You say the most beautiful things to me.”
He tangled his hands in her silky hair. “I ain’t sayin’ fuck-all I don’t mean. It’s been a fuckin’ privilege and the greatest fuckin’ pleasure in the world, watchin’ you…” His voice trailed off and he sighed. “Watchin’ you grow up, baby. Yet, it ain’t matterin’ to you, cuz you still love me.”
She lifted her head and caught his gaze. “You’re my everything, Christopher. I’m the woman I am today because of you. You allowed me to come into my own. You knew that no matter how much I change, my love, adoration, and admiration for you and of you, never will. I love you with my whole heart and soul, and I will until I take my last breath.”
Her words were nothing she hadn’t said before. Yet, this time, a chill came over him. He hoped like fuck it was the adrenaline of the moment rather than a fucking omen of looming disaster. 


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Thursday, January 25, 2018

An Outlaw Valentine Playlist

Dear Beautiful People,


 I always listen to a vast array of songs as I write my stories. The playlist for An Outlaw Valentine has 50 songs. Some you may agree with and like. Others you may wonder just what the hell I was thinking when I chose the song. But each song I included in this playlist has a meaning to the story as a whole or to an individual character. We Are Family starts the playlist off because, no matter what the Death Dwellers go through, in the end, they are family and they stick together. Truffle Butter was chosen because...well, if you know what it is, once you read the story, I'm sure you'll figure it out. ;-) :-) That's What Friends Are For might have a double meaning. Sometimes, with certain friends, who needs enemies? Then, of course, there are the standards that I include in almost every Death Dweller playlist: Sex on Fire by Kings of Leons, for instance. I hope you enjoy the playlist. Let me know what songs you think are fitting and which songs don't seem to fit!



 



 Here is the playlist link so you can follow An Outlaw Valentine on Spotify. An Outlaw Valentine Playlist

Monday, August 7, 2017

Robert Moore Interviews Me



Dear Beautiful People,


 As always, I want to thank you for the well wishes for me and my mother. She is getting over her pneumonia and she says 'hi' to everyone. I'm writing away on Inflame, Kiln's book, (Phoenix Rising #3). Meanwhile, I was invited to do an interview for a podcast with the International Writers Association. Robert Moore, the host of the podcast, put me instantly at ease. It was a lot of fun and I can't thank him enough for inviting me.



 If you have time to listen, click the player below.


Robert Moore is an author, one of the founders of Moore Writing Publications, and Vice President and Media Coordinator for the International Writers Association. The IWA's mission is to encourage and support writers through all stages of their career.

For more information about Robert or the IWA, please click below.

Robert Moore

International Writers Association



Sunday, June 11, 2017

Read the story. Choose an Answer. Enter to win a code for Misled Audiobook.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a 2014 Mazda 2. Now, if you know anything about these little motherfuckers, you know there’s only one outside lock AND the lock/unlock buttons are situated on the middle console. These little cars are adorable, made for the girl in question. It’s small and eye-catching. And red, the girl’s favorite color. It’s little but badass and packs one helluva punch.
One night, the girl’s mother received a call.
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Bl-riiiinnnggg.
“Hello?”
“Mama?”
“Yeah?”
“I locked my keys in the car.”
The girl’s mama groaned, partly annoyed and kinda amused. Mama had told the girl to get a spare key AND to stop leaving her keys in the glove compartment.
OR ELSE…..DISASTER!
As predicted, just what the fuck the girl’s mama said would happen, did.
Sooo, Mama dragged her fucking ass downstairs and found the girl and her friends with a lockout kit. EXCEPT…No one knew how to use the motherfucker.
Defeated, the girl and her friends went up to her bedroom. Mama had already left, after begging the girl to let her try with her trust hairpin and screwdriver. The girl vehemently denied her mother, afraid Mama would fuck up the car in some shape or form.
About half an hour after the keys were locked in, Mama’s phone rang again.
Bl-riiiinnnggg.
“Mama?”
“Uh-huh?”
“You can try your way.”
Pleased, Mama jumped up, cell phone in hand. “Okay. I’m on it.”
Mama’s tried and true method for picking locks were screw drivers and hairpins. Now, see, Mama had picked various locks in her house. She didn’t use her skill for anything illegal. She’d learned how to engage the tumbler with her weapon of choice to break into bedrooms, bathrooms, the a/c closet, and safes that no longer had keys.
Mama and one of the girl’s younger sisters brought their fucking asses out into the hot humid night, around 10:00PM. For fifteen minutes, Mama tried her method. It was hotter than a motherfucker and she was growing frustrated. When she broke into the safe, it took her an hour, but she was inside, not in such a high-pressure situation. Here and now, neither hairpin or screw driver worked. Mama stopped and Googled how to break into a car without keys. A wire hanger was suggested, so Dumb Ass AKA Mama sent the girl’s younger sister inside for a wire hanger. Another fifteen minutes of alternating between hanger, screw driver, and hairpin commenced. Sometimes, Mama used all three at once.
In the meantime, Mama was so frustrated the car was no longer named Quinn. It was now known as Motherfucking Pain in the Fucking Ass Miserable Little Motherfucker with a Fucked-up Design.
Cars sped by. Eventually, one slowed down and paused right across the street, the driver intently staring. The girl’s younger sister started to get nervous.
“Ma, what if the police are called?”
“I hope those motherfuckers are called,” Dumb Ass…I mean Mama, yelled, jiggling the screwdriver furiously. “We’d get some fucking help!”
“Maybe, they’d shoot us.”
“Oh, fucking, please. They wouldn’t shoot us. Why the fuck would we be making all this goddamn noise if we’re trying to break into this motherfucker? Let the police come! Please, Jesus, send the police.”
So saying, the girl’s sister and Mama started to plot, wondering if the girl’s sister should go inside and call 911 and say someone was breaking into her sister’s car because, clearly, Mama was in distress and the girl’s sister was scared and desperate.
Before Mama could knock down that idea, the girl’s sister said, “Could we get into trouble for that?”
“Fuck yeah!” Mama snarled. “Fuck it. We’ll do this ourselves. If the police come, then we can get help.”
Mama decided to use the lockout kit. For the next 90 minutes, Mama struggled with the screw driver, hairpin, wire hanger, and lockout kit.
“Mama, it’s starting to rain,” the girl’s younger sister said, pointing to huge drops of water on the car door.
“No, it isn’t about to fucking rain. My ass is sweating that fucking much.” That’s how intense Mama’s labor was.
The struggle continued.
The girl’s sister who’d been keeping Mama company, grew tired. She shoved Mama’s cell phone they’d been using as a flashlight, to Mama. “Mama, can I sit on the hood of your car.”
Mama shrugged from her stooped position, attempting to situate the much- needed flashlight and her weapon of choice at that moment. “Sure. Go for it.”
Between wiping the sweat from her brow, cursing the little motherfucking car, hoping a neighbor called the police (after all, to the naked eye, it should appear as if an attempt at Grand Theft Auto was taking place), Mama stood. She stared at the lock on the door as if the motherfucker would magically open. Or she could will it to fucking open. Or a motherfucking genie would appear and open the motherfucker.
No such luck!
The girl’s sister began her journey to the hood of Mama’s car.
Mama soon became aware that the girl’s sister was having problems.
She couldn’t seem to make it to the hood.
Bounce.
Hop.
Roll over. Clutch the hood and hold on for dear life while bracing her foot above the wheel well.
Slide down.
Repeat.
Climb the wheel well.
Bounce.
Hop.
Slide.
Roll over.
Clutch.
Brace.
Lose her balance and almost fuck herself up.
Repeat.
Turn.
Attempt to jump.
Land on her feet.
Roll over.
Repeat all of the above steps.
It was official. TWO dumb asses populated the earth.
After watching this, Mama said as casually as possible, “Problems?”
The girl’s sister glared at her. “I’m going inside!” she blared. “I’m tired.”
Mama was left alone.
Now, Mama isn’t fucking fond of the fucking dark. She’s a wuss. A chicken. A wimp. A pussy. And you know what? She’s damn proud of it!
Alone in the dark night, Mama became aware of every little sound. One of her biggest fear is snakes. They are known to inhabit the area. She imagined snakes slithering. Salamanders darting about. Frogs hopping. And winged creatures swooping down to eat her alive.
Something moved in the grass!
Mama dropped her shit, sprang to the back bumper of the car, and peeped around. Finding no danger beyond her overactive imagination, Mama tipped back to the door and went back to work.
Meanwhile, the girl’s sister came out again about ten minutes later, holding the keys to Mama’s car.
“I’m sitting inside the car while you open the door.”
Oh yeah, this was about a fucking locked door, huh?
Offering a single nod, Mama swore never to tell a soul of her nightmarish ordeal of hearing slithers in the grass.
An hour passed. The screwdriver became stuck in the lock. Then the hairpin.
Mama looked on YouTube and found a video on how to unlock a Mazda 2. It lasted about one minute and thirty-four seconds. The man in the video used something that mama couldn’t fucking see and what looked like a nail file and…..TADA….opened the door like a pro. Well, it turned out he WAS a pro. He was a fucking LOCKSMITH. If he didn’t know how to fucking open that door, he needed to go sit the fuck down somewhere.
Back to YouTube. Mama found out how to use the pump in the lockout kit to pry open the door.
Finally, a modicum of success! The door was pried open. Mama and the girl’s sister alternated between trying to reach the unlock/lock button in the middle console with the long rod (that had been nice and curved but was bent and twisted and kinda straightened) and going for the manual lock and handle on the upper door.
The rod was too short to open and they couldn’t maneuver the rod to the manual lock. They did reach the handle and managed to pull it open with the rod, but since the manual lock was still in the lock position, NOTHING happened.
Frustrated to fuck, Mama tried to get to the lock, but kept reaching the fucking handle instead.
Suddenly….SUDDENLY…it happened. A car drove up and two guys got out. Without hesitation, they headed in Mama’s direction.
The cavalry! Saviors! Rescuers!
After fifteen fucking minutes, they decided it might be easier to go through the passenger side and open the glove compartment to fish out her keys. Mama pumped up the door again. It took the rescuers (who Mama was sure were the next door neighbor’s son and his friend) all of ten minutes to finesse (their word) the door open. Another five had the glove compartment open. Another five minutes and the keys had been fished out.
HALLELEJAH!
The ordeal was over.
Mama took the key and ran to the driver’s side door to open it.
Wouldn’t you know it? The motherfucker didn’t work.
Mama had fucked up the door.


The End

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Lost in Audio

Dear Beautiful People,

I won't take too much of your time. I'm just so excited that Misled is finally out in audio. For me, my journey began at the beginning of the year. I've flip-flopped for months, YEARS, about whether I should have the Death Dwellers made into audiobooks. You guys kept asking, though, so I couldn't continue to ignore the requests. With an extra nudge from a friend who messaged me and said she'd really love to see Misled on audio, I finally did what I needed to do.

I think my hesitancy stemmed from not knowing if a narrator would want to produce the subject matter. Memories of Misled being removed a couple of days after it first went on sale in 2013 follow me. It has left me a little guarded.

However, I live by the creed if you don't ask, you don't know, AND if you try and fail, at least you've tried. Therefore, I sucked in my reservations and started the process.

I used my amazon account to sign in to ACX.com, the site akin to KDP, only for audio. Listing the book took 20 minutes, tops. You do a search on Amazon for the book in question. Once you find your title, a screen pops up and gives your 3 options. Of course, I chose the I'm looking for someone to narrate option. That meant, I had to put my book up for audition. There are a few more steps, including uploading an audition script, then the full manuscript, and a cover. Within a day, I'd gotten a response. I was as excited then as I am now. I chose the royalty share option, which splits all royalties 50/50 with one narrator.

You might be wondering why I'm speaking of the business side of the process. First of all, because I'm excited. Second, there may be authors out there who want to have their books turned into an audiobook. Third, there may be someone who would like to become a narrator. ACX.com is the place to go.

WOW! Misled is on audio! I can't stop smiling. Even if I am totally and completely lost. LOL. Promoting an audiobook is almost the same as doing the same for an ebook or print book. Right? Not  so fast. Audiobooks aren't for everyone. On the other hand, in this fast-paced, crazy world we live in, the audiobook market is a growing one. What better way to reap the benefits of a good book? We can listen to the words while we perform other tasks.

Watch the video for a small sample of the audiobook.


For a longer sample, go to Soundcloud. Misled Audio Book Sample


My wonderful narrator is Sam Valor. I will post an interview with him, at a later date. He narrated all of Misled well within the deadline. Then, ACX.com took over and performed quality checks. I spent all of last week trying to figure out how to mix music and clips of the book for a trailer. It took my DAYS to figure it out. Now, I'm thinking of creating one or two more with different clips. I chose what I did because Outlaw meeting Meggie was a pivotal moment. My journey marches on. Today, I received codes to give out as promotion tools or for review copies. I signed up to the ACX Blog. Best of all, Misappropriate is well on the way of Audiobook Land.

Misled has its own 30-Day Free trial page, If you would like your FREE copy, click here --> FREE Misled Audiobook

Maybe, I'm not so lost, after all.

Love always,

Kat


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Monday, May 29, 2017

Audio Book Trailer for Misled by Kathryn Kelly





The audio book for Misled is HERE!!!!
Receive a FREE copy with a 30 day trial membership to Audible.com!!!
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Saturday, May 13, 2017

RELEASE DAY BLITZ! When Clubs Collide Anthology



If you enjoy hot, tattooed bikers and the women they love, you'll want this anthology on your reading list. Some of your favorite MC authors have teamed up and now these bad boy bikers are helping to raise money for End Rape On Campus.

Harley McRide and Carson Mackenzie
Geri Glenn and Kathleen Kelly
GM Scherbert and B.B. Blaque
Erin M Trejo and AJ Downey
Ariel Marie and Jacqueline M Sinclair
Liberty Parker Author and Vera Quinn
Kathryn Kelly and Emma James
Shelly Morgan and Avelyn Paige

With eight stories, bringing sixteen clubs together, you know there's going to be some unstoppable action and sexy drama when these Clubs Collide.

Buy Link: http://amzn.to/2o8wFnh

Blurbs:

Bound by Moon- Harley McRide & Carson Mackenzie
The Ops Warriors need help, and Black Hawk answers the call. But help comes with a cost as the Ops say goodbye to one of their own.

Korrupted Angels- Geri Glenn & Kathleen Kelly
The Grinders are playing Sturgis during their ever famous Motorcycle Rally and the Ol’ Ladies of the Kings of Korruption are dying to go. Add in the Savage Angels, a vicious attack and one broken King and you have yourself a recipe for one gripping love story between two unlikely lovers.


Pain and Pleasure-  B.B. BLAQUE & GM SCHERBERT
The Masters M.C have a visit from the the Devil’s Iron MC during Bike-Week.The Whipping Post dungeon sets the stage for both pain and pleasure.
Will the women get their fill of pleasure or pain? Or pleasure from pain?

Past The Vapor- AJ Downey & Erin Trejo
Sacred Hearts MC. Black Diamond MC.
We collided as clubs in order to make things happen but it was our hearts and bodies that told our stories. We may take what we want from each other but we both walked away knowing ourselves more than we had to begin with.

Friend or Foe- Ariel Marie & Jacqueline M. Sinclair
Two dangerous clubs will need to learn to work together as danger blows into town. Ant will do anything to save Morgan. The humans have no idea of the trouble that lies in store for them.

Collision Course- Liberty Parker & Vera Quinn
The Rage Ryders MC and BlackPath MC are brought together in a Collision Course to destiny. Two separate clubs fighting to keep their territories and families safe while building a future.

The Enforcers' Revenge by Emma James & Kathryn Kelly
 When a lunch date ends badly for Pearllene and Miss Catherine, the enforcer for the Death Dwellers, Mortician, and Edge, the enforcer for the Soulless Bastards, must form an alliance to save them.
The mother*fuckers who dared to mess with what is theirs, need to be taught some respect .
Revenge is everything it's cracked up to be.


Blood For Blood- Avelyn Paige & Shelly Morgan
The Devil's Crew is out for blood when Kane's sister is kidnapped.
The Heaven's Rejects are preparing for war when another club invade their territory.
Can both clubs put rivalries aside and unite to take down a common enemy?






About the Authors:
AJ Downey
A.J. Downey is the internationally bestselling author of The Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club romance series. She is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. Finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets, and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in a small apartment in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and two cats.

Ariel Marie
Ariel Marie is an author who loves the paranormal, action and hot steamy romance. She combines all three in each and every one of her stories. For as long as she can remember, she has loved vampires, shifters and every creature you can think of. This even rolls over into her favorite movies! She love a good action packed thriller! Throw a touch of the supernatural world in it and she’s hooked!

She grew up in Cleveland, Ohio where she currently resides with her husband and three beautiful children.

Avelyn Paige
Avelyn Paige is a born and raised Indiana girl. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up! She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. Avelyn loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first.

Avelyn also enjoys collecting voodoo dolls from her trips to New Orleans.

B.B. Blaque
I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws compliment each other better than others.
I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There's something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.
My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it's makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember...I listen, I'm inspired...to write...to love...to f**k...to live.

Carson Mackenzie
Carson lives in the South with her two sons, her three Great Danes, and the adopted shelter dog that keeps everyone in line. Books have always been a part of her life. Nothing is better to Carson than curling up and relaxing with a good story by losing herself in someone else’s world while leaving hers behind.
Writing stories and growing as an author with each book published, is a goal Carson wishes to reach. Her aspiration is to have a reader know when they see her name on a cover, they can trust in the fact there will be a good story as they flip the pages.
As an author, she hopes to bring you into her different worlds, giving you a chance to escape everyday responsibilities if only for a few hours.

Emma James
Emma loves writing hearts and flowers romance as much as she loves taking a walk on the dark side, writing in both contemporary romance and dark suspense. Love is always only a happily-ever-after away, even if sometimes it is a little twisted getting there. She lives life positively with writing, reading, music, and photography being her passions.

The important things she needs to surround herself with are family, friends, and furry creatures. She loves giving hugs as much as receiving them and winding down with good food, good friends, and a nice drink of the alcoholic variety when she pops her head out of her writing cave.

Be who you want to be and keep jumping those hurdles. They are only put in front of us to keep us on our toes.

Peace, love and live life.

Erin Trejo
I am a wife, mother, child chauffeur and author. I love being able to create different characters and spin a web that makes them come together in the end. My books do not stick to just one genre, they span many.
I write about things that are real life situations and fairy tales are not always smooth sailing. My MC books are hard and gritty and they have struggles just like you would in life.

I also have books that are not so in your face. There are several that are good love stories that are fraught with issues that the characters have to deal with.

Geri Glenn
Geri Glenn is the Amazon best-selling author of the Kings of Korruption MC series. She lives in beautiful New Brunswick, Canada and is a mom to two beautiful, but slightly crazy little girls. Geri has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember. She can usually be found curled up in a comfy chair, reading on her iPad both day and night. Geri is an incurable night owl, and it's not uncommon for her to still be awake, reading at 4 am, just because she can't put the book down.

Geri loves all genres of fiction, but her passion is anything romantic or terrifying; basically anything that can get her heart pumping. This passion has bled out onto her laptop, and became the Kings of Korruption.

Writing the first book in the series knocked off the #1 thing on Geri's bucket list, and publishing it has been an absolute dream come true. She hopes you all love the Kings as much as she does.

GM Scherbert
Author GM Scherbert was born on a brisk late April morning. She grew up in a small town in the Midwest but, quickly decided that was not the life for her. She quickly moved away for college and thought better of returning to that small town on a long term basis. City living is the life for her.
Her day job working with people on the Autism spectrum keeps her on the go most of the time. That is when her two small daughters and husband are not pulling her in different direction.
Author GM Scherbert is the kind of gal who is quirky, unique, smutty, hard to hate, harder to love. She has taken her love for telling stories to the next level by putting her hat in the romance writing game. If you are interested in romance with twists and some darker themes Author GM Scherbert will be right up your alley.

Harley McRide
There is nothing better in this world than being an author! I have an amazing supportive family, I have three children, one boy and two girls. They are the lights of my life along with my husband whom I adore. Without their support I would not have become a writer!

Jacqueline M. Sinclair
Jacqueline grew up in the rural southeast and is the youngest child of a large and rowdy family. Reading was an escape when there wasn't much else around to do. She loves everything from classical literature to true crime and everything in between. With her two children grown and gone, she's surrounded by a menagerie of adopted pets and a two-legged thief who refused to give her heart back after a night of karaoke.

With a day job and a dream job, her writing is a steamy combination of real life and seeking to answer the age-old question of what would happen if...and then characters come along and completely derail the plan. Letting them have their say provides plenty of sleepless nights and an endless combination of coffee and wine, but she hopes you enjoy their stories.

Kathleen Kelly
Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!
She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Toowoomba with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair named Grace and a Burmese named Jack.
Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
If you have any questions about her novels or would like to ask Kathleen a question she can be contacted via e-mail: kathleenkellyauthor@gmail.com or she can be found on Facebook. She loves to be contacted by those that love her books.

Kat Kelly
Kat Kelly is living her dream and writing books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian. Since the release of Misled in December 2013, she’s been living her dream of writing books. In August 2015, her life took a dramatic turn with the diagnosis of Stage 2B HER2 Positive Breast Cancer. She underwent a double mastectomy, lymph node removal, and breast reconstruction in February 2016. The support of her family, friends, and fans helped her to stay strong and keep her head up. #F*ckCancer became her rallying cry. Now located in the Houston area, she is once again cancer free. Her hair is growing back and her nails are returning to normal. Currently, she is plotting her next book.

Liberty Parker
I have been an avid reader for most of my life. When I was younger I use to sit and fill spiral notebooks full of stories for my grandmother. As I got older I took the jobs needed for raising my boys as a single mom until I met my now amazing husband. I have stopped working in the last three years and started promoting authors, then I blogged and reviewed for authors, which lead me down the path to writing and creating characters and stories. I love creating behind the scenes with my writing getting to use my imagination and write the story as it comes to me.I am loving the people I am meeting and the support system I have found.

Shelly Morgan
I grew up in a small town in Iowa. I have 2 older sisters and amazing parents. Growing up, I was always a daddy’s girl, hanging out with him in the garage, fishing, and building stuff. I loved to play softball and swimming, but reading, telling stories, and writing were my passion, even at a young age. I took a break from writing for a while, but you could always find me with a book in my hand.

I have three children – two boys and a girl. They are my whole world. Even when I’m having the worst day ever, they brighten up my day and make me smile.

A few years ago, there was this story that would always play out in my head and no matter how many times I went through it, from beginning to end, it would never fade. So I decided to put it on paper. I didn’t plan on publishing it, but when it was almost done, a friend asked to read it. She said it was a story that needed to be shared. And that’s what started my writing career.

I love all genres of books, and even though I started with writing MC Romance, I have a whole book of ideas, so you can expect more from me than just MC, though romance is in my blood.

Even though I currently work two jobs, my ultimate dream is to become a full time author. I want to be able to spend my days filling pages with stories. I want to be the reason people find a reason to smile or laugh from lines on a page. Reading a book allows me to live in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a few minutes. It’s a way to leave my life and troubles behind and I want to be help others do that as well.

Vera Quinn
I have always been an avid reader and have had an active imagination. When my sister became sick in 2015 I spent a lot of time in doctor offices and hospital rooms. I filled that time reading. My kindle and laptop became my good friends. I started writing storylines and doing background research.
My sister convinced me to follow my dream so I did and the rest is history.
My sister passed in February 2016 and I published my first book, Never Forever, in March 2016.
I say I am learning as I go and that is true. I've been lucky to make good friends in the indie book community and I work with some of the best. I don't know what is next but I am excited to meet it head on.
 I have been married to my husband, Charles, for 22 years and he is my rock. I have two grown sons
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