Guest Post ~ Now Out ~ Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison #menage #mmm #gayromance

Grizzly copy for DD

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Gay
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

Available 9/15 at Changeling Press

Available 9/22 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo

Excerpt

Special Agent Roarke Hilliard, Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, scented the air as he scanned the crime scene for clues. Darkness filled him, narrowing his world to this one moment. Blood soaked through his pants and coated his hands as he knelt beside the too still, mangled body. The copper tang of the teen’s blood teased his nostrils. His nose flared as he searched for other scents. Gunpowder residue and the stale smell of sweat hung heavy in the air.

A gun was clutched in the young man’s hand, his fingers gripping it even in death, and yet the weapon hadn’t been able to save him. Slashed across his sternum, the killer’s claws had dug deep, all the way to the bone. His clothes were torn in other areas. His belt had been partially torn from him. The clues were adding up to a terrifying, grisly picture.

This wasn’t the first victim, and if Roarke couldn’t catch the bastard responsible, it wouldn’t be the last. Up to this point, the killer had targeted male prostitutes. But this one was different. There were no indications of drug use, no condoms in the victim’s wallet. Was the killer branching out? Or were his tastes changing?

“This is definitely our guy,” Agent Spencer Malloy said as he surveyed the scene. “If we don’t catch him soon, we’ll be on every channel in the country. You know how much the Bureau hates bad publicity.”

Roarke stood. “There has to be a pattern. The first known victim was in Chicago. The second was in South Bend, Indiana. But now, victim number five is in Atlanta. Where is he going?”

“I still say they aren’t planned. I think our guy is picking up young men, then he gets frustrated when they won’t give him what he wants and he kills them.”

“They’re prostitutes living on the streets. There isn’t much they won’t do for the right amount,” Roarke reasoned.

“What’s that super sniffer of yours telling you?”

“I don’t smell semen. I don’t think he got very far before he killed this one. Maybe that was his motivation. Either he couldn’t get it up, or the victim resisted.” Although he could be wrong. Roarke wasn’t about to admit it to anyone, but during his heat cycle his nose was not the most reliable. It took every effort not to turn bear the closer the time got.

Spencer ran a hand through his short, blond hair. “I don’t like this. Rogue shifters are one thing, but one bent on murder?”

“The lab ran the sample three times,” Roarke reminded him. “No match was found in the system, but the DNA suggested a hybrid.”

“Which explains the instability,” Spencer muttered. “He obviously has impulse control issues. My gut says there are more murders. Unless some switch flipped in this guy’s head, there’s no way his first murder was last month. Not unless he was just turned, and what’s the likelihood of a just-turned hybrid?”

Roarke sighed. “I’m afraid I have to agree with you. We need to have records run a search on all unsolved shifter related homicides nationwide for the past five years, see if anything pops up that matches our guy’s MO.”

“I’ll call it in while you check out the rest of the scene. Maybe we missed something on the first walk through. Then you’re going to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes.”

Roarke nodded and looked around again. He began a slow circuit of the space, sniffing for something he might have missed as his gaze touched on every square inch of the room. He knew from experience they wouldn’t find anything new. Fingerprints and DNA did them no good when the killer wasn’t in the system. According to the shifter laws of 2023, formed when shifters came out of hiding, all shapeshifters were required to have DNA and fingerprints on file with the government. Those who didn’t comply were termed “rogue” and would be put to death if they were found to have committed a heinous crime. If you weren’t registered, you didn’t have rights.

Spencer motioned to him from the doorway and Roarke stepped out into the sunshine. With the smell of death and decay surrounding him, he’d forgotten how beautiful it was outside. Spring was in the air, which spelled trouble for a bear on a never-ending job. The urge to mate would hit him hard and Roarke would be powerless to stop it. Last mating season, he’d damn near lost his job when he’d holed up in a motel room for three days with a willing male from a shifter run escort service… he might do well to keep their number handy.

“I passed on our thoughts about there being more murders and Rawlins said he would put a team on it.” Spencer began walking toward their SUV. “He asked why the hell we couldn’t have thought of that weeks ago. I told him we were too busy chasing a trail of mangled bodies. Pompous ass.”

Roarke grinned.

“I say we go get you cleaned up and grab a bite to eat. We missed lunch and I know that beast inside of you has to be starving.” Spencer held out his hand. “Keys.”

Roarke pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He climbed into the passenger’s seat and patiently waited for Spencer to get in and start the vehicle.

“Speaking of my beast, there’s something you should know,” Roarke said as they pulled out of the parking lot. “My mating heat is going to hit soon. Since I don’t have a mate, my bear is going to seek the first willing male available. It’s going to possibly put me out of commission for a few days.”

“So we take a break.”

Roarke shook his head. “The mating fever is going to hit our killer grizzly too. It means more murders if he can’t find someone willing and able to handle the frenzy. Think double or even triple the body count we have now.”

“Fuck. We have to catch this guy!” Spencer slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

About Dulce

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With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.

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Smoky Mountain Raine by @MadisonSevier ~ and a #Give A Way of Massive Proportions!

The baby is coming!! And we’re at the end of this series. **sobs** But don’t worry. New characters have arrived in this one and their story will be told later this year. It’s tough to say it’s the end, but on to new beginnings ❤ Thank you for following Kallie and Hank as their story grew. I hope I’ve given them the life they deserve.

Well, Smoky Mountain Raine, book three in my Smoky Mountain Escapes series is almost here. Hooray! I know it’s been a long time coming and I hope all of you will like it. **bites nails** You’ll meet new characters and enjoy a bonus peek into their lives at the end of Raine. Hope it’s been worth the wait :) As a token of my appreciation for your patience (2 long years) and adoration (because you ROCK), I’m offering one lucky reader a chance (chosen by Rafflecopter) to receive a $100 GC for being such AWESOME fans. There are only a FEW tasks to do and no major hoops.

First, here’s a bit about Smoky Mountain Raine:

Kallie and Hank are all set and ready to have their baby in a few weeks. However, Hank needs to go on a research trip with their longtime friend and firefighter, Mitch Larke. While Hank is higher up in the mountains with Mitch, the unthinkable happens– A fierce storm with gusty wins reignites the smoldering embers at the Chimney Tops. Kallie is stuck at home alone with no way to escape the fires roaring across the Smokies. Will he and Mitch get away from the Chimney Tops in time? Will Hank make it home to save his wife and unborn child from the fires roaring through their mountain home? It’ll take more than a miracle to save them this time.

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#NewRelease! #CanadianMuscle Book 2 ~ Guarding His Anchor #Suspense #ERom @KaceyHammell @EvernightPub

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Good morning readers!

Thanks for having me crash your world today and celebrate my new release, Guarding His Anchor. I had so much fun writing this story. Frank really cracked open my heart and left me breathless.

I hope you enjoy him – and his lady, Charlie – as much as I did writing their story.

Happy reading!

Kacey

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Series: Canadian Muscle (Book 2)

Genre: Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance Final.jpg

W.C.: 57,400
Warning: Includes biting (Odaxelagnia) during sex

ISBN: 978-1-77339-185-4

Release Date: February 21, 2017

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Canadian Muscle …

When Desires Need Protecting.

Charlotte Weber is no stranger to heartbreak. FBI agent Frank Shaw has swept in and out of her life as though she’s a revolving door, stomping on her heart in the process. Now that she’s finally had enough, he’s back again and seems determined to spin her life out of control.

Frank knows Charlie is the anchor for his lost soul, even though he can’t risk settling down. The demons of his past are too great, and he won’t run the risk of hurting her. This time, his only objective should be locating Charlie’s brother, Sean. But Charlie’s a complication, and not just because she refuses to believe Sean is guilty.

As Frank and Charlie fight for what they believe in, they also try to resist their powerful connection. The future is unclear, but when danger surrounds them, they are each other’s only anchor.

 

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2017

Charlie closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Tonight had resolved nothing. She’d tried to let Neal down easy, but everything she’d said had gone over his fucking head. Confusion rioted in her skull, throbbing non-stop.

A shift of movement caught her attention, startling her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, standing tall, on the defense.

Oh, for crying out loud!

All she needed tonight was Frank Shaw in her house, staring at her with anger spitting fire from his eyeballs.

But there he was, eyeing her open collar and cleavage, fists bunched at his sides.

Frustration, sexual and otherwise thanks to him showing up when she least expected, curled around her like molten lava spilling from a volcano.

If he wanted a fight, he’d come to the right place.

“What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house?” she demanded, stomping toward him.

“Calm down. Vikki called, asked me to hang some fucking curtains. She said you were at the bar.”

“Can’t you think up a better excuse than that?”

His eyes roamed over her from head to toe. Damn that spark in his eyes when he gazed at her like that. Anger turned to potent hunger in seconds flat, watching her as if she were the prey and he the hunter … She swallowed hard.

“If I’d known you were home and … busy, I wouldn’t have bothered. Vikki said the back door was open.”

“I’ll talk to her about that.” Charlie sighed, then walked into the kitchen. “Her room is across the hall, last door on the right.”

Undeterred, he followed her. “Hot date, huh?”gahereader

“None of your business.” He was the very last person in the world she wanted to discuss Neal with.

He leaned on the island in the center of the room. “I guess Vikki wasn’t even aware you had a date tonight.”

No doubt Vikki didn’t cared anyway. She was Team Charlie and Frank, and Charlie wouldn’t be surprised if her pal had planned the whole thing. Hang curtains, indeed. At this time of night? Without running it past the owner, her roommate? Charlie suspected Vikki was up to no good.

“Doesn’t matter.” Charlie put the last of the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cloth, and cleaned the counters. “You can do it tomorrow when I’m at work. Good-night.” Focused on one spot, she scrubbed hard, hoping he’d take the suggestion.

“You look beautiful.” His soft comment skimmed along her ear as he moved in behind her.

“Frank, don’t. I just had another guy here, for heaven’s sake.”

“Doesn’t matter. It sure didn’t end the way he thought. I know when you’ve been fucked good and satisfied and when you’re not.”

 

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About the Author:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

Readers can find all my titles on my website – www.kaceyhammell.com

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Guest Release ~ Cover Me by @KaceyHammell #mfromance #newrelease

My dear friend, Kacey Hammell has a new release and I can’t shout enough about it. Check it out!!

Cover Me coverme_kaceyhammell

By Kacey Hammell

Contemporary, Erotic, Romance

W.C. 34,000

Heat Level: 3

ISBN # 978-1-77339-106-9

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

 

Wanting her son’s best friend shouldn’t feel so right …

 

Jay Savage is one of the most sought after models in the business who seems to have it all. He’s the face of romance novel covers from coast to coast, and has expanded his brand to an executive role. Despite the endless possibilities in his life, Jay doesn’t have the one woman he wants most. She is everything he needs, and everything he can’t have. Their age difference isn’t the only obstacle standing in the way of convincing her they were made for one another. Leanne is also his best friend’s mom.

On Nita Lake to celebrate the marriage of her son, Leanne Hogan is faced with the most delicious temptation she’s ever encountered. Their smoldering heat burns down her defenses, and Leanne finds herself giving in to the only man who tempts her banked desires. They shouldn’t work. Can’t work. So why does it feel so right when she’s in his arms?

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EXCERPT: (Because you know you want that, too!!)

Leanne finished tying the strap of her bikini top, stomach rioting with butterflies, a permanent grin on her face.

Oh, you besotted fool. Chill the fuck out.

In the bathroom mirror, she scrutinized the red bikini and the small stretch marks across her tummy that she still loved because they reminded her of Beau. She cringed at the darker and more prevalent marks across her hips and over her ass. Not the perfect markings a man might want his lover to have.

What the hell. Jay hadn’t minded them last night, and she didn’t want to dwell on them now. He’d promised lighthearted fun and having a good time. Those were two things she needed in her life right now. Thoughts of tomorrow, a week away or six months down the road, weren’t to be discussed or pondered. The here and now was what mattered.

And what woman in their right mind wouldn’t love to have one of the hottest and sexiest models on her arm wherever she went? Leanne laughed, a foreign sound to her, but happiness bloomed inside her.

After admiring herself once more, she turned the doorknob and strode into the living room. Jay’s eyes lit up seeing her. Her breath caught in her throat as his gaze darkened and heat arced its way through the air, surrounding her. Body tingling, she lifted the sundress in her hands and drew it over her head. While she didn’t mind his eyes following her, or lounging on a beach, there was no way she’d stroll through the hotel on full display for everyone to see.

“Damn, had to cover that glorious skin, didn’t you?” Jay wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips.

“The hotel guests won’t want to see me half-naked, thank you very much.” She grinned up at him, her fingers brushing his chin. “As much as I love you looking at me, I’m not that adventurous.”

“Hm.” He hauled her in tight. So tight, the hardness in his shorts poked against her. She smiled, thrilled she had such an effect on him. “Yes. Good idea. But my reasons are selfish. I don’t want other men setting eyes on your hot bod.” He slid his hands down her spine and cupped her ass. “I claim it as all mine.”

She kissed his chin, loving the fun and his sexy words, then stepped back. “Well, a man has never claimed me like that. I kinda love it.” She winked, grabbed her shoulder bag off the hook, and strode to the door.

Jay followed close behind. He slung an arm over her shoulder as they walked to the elevator and kissed her cheek. “I need to stop in my room, change, and grab beach stuff.”

Leanne pressed the down button and nodded. “Why don’t I meet you in the lobby? I’d like to grab water and snacks, unless you need a huge breakfast? Or a few snacks fromavailable the kitchen?”

He led her into the elevator when the doors opened and pressed the button for the third floor. “Sounds great. I shouldn’t be long. Just make sure you’re waiting for me, woman.”

Leanne snickered as he backed her into the wall and crowded against her. Her nipples tightened behind her bathing suit, and it almost hurt to breathe. It was as if her body were on fire, stoked and raring to go, and his touch was nearly too much while it soothed her deep.

“I’ll definitely be waiting for you,” she said breathlessly.

Jay groaned and lowered his head to claim her lips. She gripped his biceps as he took her into the decadent abyss of his taste and passion. As though they’d never spent last night making love, her body strained against his; she was more than eager to be with him again. The image of her climbing his body with her legs, settling around his hips, invaded her thoughts.

Leanne clutched his shirt in her fists, desperate to keep him this close as he swirled his tongue inside her mouth, giving all his passion to her. The walls of her pussy clenched. Maybe they should go back to her room for a few hours. Urgency filled her and made her want to sate herself in everything he had to give. Who was she kidding? Even a few hours wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her.

He lifted his head, his breathing deep as he laid his forehead against the wall beside hers. “Jesus, woman, you’re going to fucking kill me. My cock’s so hard, I swear these shorts just grew two sizes too small.”

As if to convince her, his hips shifted, and the length of his dick was very noticeable.

The ding of the elevator rang loud in her ears, and Jay drew away.

He opened both arms, holding the doors apart. His lips red and swollen, he was mussed like a man well loved. Leanne grinned at him.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

She winked and glanced down at the tent in front of his shorts, then licked her lips.

About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

 

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

 

 

Readers can find all my titles under the “Bookshelf” menu on my website – www.kaceyhammell.com

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Blog Tour ~ Renegade by @MadisonSevier

Today, I’d like to share with you all one of my favorite books by one of my favorite authors. Renegade by Madison Sevier. I’ve read this book more than a few times and was there during not only the conception, but the writing of this story. I love it and I hope you do, too.

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The Road Is His Future…

Longtime steel hauler, Mason Kaine, a.k.a. Renegade, only needed a few things to be happy–The whisper of his tires on that long ribbon of highway in front of him, money and a life with no complications. Being an Asphalt Cowboy means long, lonely hours on 12604945_793653470778823_5065150037431761422_othe road, dedication to the job and going wherever the loads are needed. Mason liked it that way. Meeting a feisty blonde whose allure is more potent than the finest Kentucky bourbon was not on his itinerary. He knows he should just walk away and leave the woman to deal with whatever mess she’s in. But can he really just leave her alone and injured at a truck stop when he knows she’s in way over her head?

She’s Running From Her Past…

Savannah Somers has been on the run and in hiding for more than four years. Working at a truck stop hundreds of miles from her former life, she’s been able to blend in and stay safe. That is, until two people from the world she left behind and Mason Kaine walk into her new life on the same day. With her past chomping at her heels and Mason Kaine’s scorching sex appeal, Savannah finds herself on a path with twice the danger and more than just her life at risk.

Can Savannah find the safety she’s always needed…in the arms of a man like Renegade?

Will Mason be able to save Savannah without finding himself chained to a lifetime of troubles?

It’ll take more than one hot load to find out if they’ll make it together…for the long haul.

**Asphalt Cowboys Do It With Straps & Chains**

 

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Excerpt: ©Madison Sevier, 2106, All Rights Reserved

 

The silence between them dragged on for what felt like an eternity. She tried to rub away the goosebumps that rose across her arms. Waiting for him to speak, watching the array of emotions that donned his face as he seemed at a complete and total loss for words—made her nauseous. With all of the running she’d done over the years, she’d felt some strange sense of control in the crazy chaos that had become her life. Sitting beside Mason on that supple leather sofa, knowing he had the power to help or hurt her—she’d never felt less in control.

“Is that all? There’s nothing else you want to tell me?” He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his legs and folded his hands together.

“Um, no. That’s all.” Her throat was dry, making her words raspy and weak sounding to her own ears. Of course there was more. She wanted more than a ride to Florida. She wanted him. But she couldn’t have him.

Raking his hands through his hair, he stood and turned to face her. “I’m not going to lie. That’s a lot to take in. To be honest, I haven’t been this pissed in a very long time.” The edge to his voice, the darkness in his eyes frightened her and she stiffened her spine, prepared for the worst.

“I’m sorry.”

He slammed his hand on the counter. Savannah flinched at his sudden outburst.

He scooped her up onto her feet. “For what? You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me?” Mason’s fingers dug into her arms, roughly but not painful. “Anyone who does the shit that man did to you and those animals is worse than the shit I’ve scraped off of my boots. Do you have any idea how badly I want to choke the life out of him for what he has done? There are three types of people in this world that I absolutely hate; men who abuse women, men who abuse children and men who abuse animals. They deserve nothing less than a trip to the fiery pits at the center of the earth. If I ever see this Vinny Bennet character, you can bet he’ll be begging for a lot more than mercy. Believe that.”

The fire in his eyes, the passion in his words and the way he held her took over any bit of self-control she possessed. The close quarters, though roomy enough, her chest was pressed to his as she looked up into the eyes of the kind of man she’d always prayed to find; a man who did more than say the right words. She knew Mason was being honest and he meant every word he’d said. He was the polar opposite of every man she’d ever known. He’d seen pain, loss and hardship—she could feel it. Savannah wasn’t sure what had made Mason the man he was, but she was grateful for it.

Before Savannah could stop herself, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. Sweet heaven! The man’s lips were softer than she’d remembered. From the moment he’d first kissed her, she’d longed to feel his lips on hers again. Just as she settled into his embrace, relaxing herself against his rock-hard body and erection, she felt him tense up.

“Darlin’,’ he eased her away from him, holding her at arm’s length, the absence of shared body heat only increased her desire.
“You are the sweetest tastin’ thing I’ve had the pleasure of kissing in a very long time. But I don’t think this is what you want to do. I’m not sure you’re feelin’ up to what I have in store for you if this goes much further.”

“I appreciate your concern and while I admire your restraint—Mason, I don’t need your misguided sense of nobility right now. The only thing I need is to feel your body against mine. That’s all you need to worry about.”

Staring into his eyes, she eased her hands across his solid chest and over his muscular arms. Savannah knew she wouldn’t mind being held by those arms for the rest of her life. Taking his hands in hers, “I’ve spent years being nothing more than a fearful, suspicious woman broken by disappointment and heartache. I need this. I need you.”

Slipping the cotton shirt over her head, removed her jeans and pushed her panties to the floor. Baring herself to him; “Don’t make me beg, Mason. Let go of your morals or integrity or whatever you want to call it. Just make me feel how a woman is supposed to feel—even if it’s only for a little while. You wanna be my hero? Take off your pants.”

 

About the Author: 10355752_482674915210015_6920776233227125498_n

Romance author and self-proclaimed Coffee Queen, Madison Sevier, spends her days pressing coffee beans into a magical potion that allows her to bring life to unique and lovable characters in realistic worlds you’ll want to fall into. Against a romantic backdrop of the Ohio River and surrounding hillsides, she creates contemporary and paranormal romance stories that work their way into the hearts of readers worldwide.

Actually, she just lives on coffee, inappropriate thoughts, sass and making stuff up. Whatever that combination creates is what you get.

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Featured Guest: On A Red Horse by Monica Corwin

My friend Monica Corwin is here with her latest release and it’s on sale! Check it out and read on! You’ll be glad you did. 🙂

On a Red Horse

Scarlet needs a new job, but Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn’t sound good on a resume. Three years ago she followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human lives. But the moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn’t be worth living. Lonely and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could endanger all the riders.

Tyr, god of justice, hunts his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes the rest of eternity.

Even though the Horsemen live on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is awoken by a deity who only has her own interests at heart, they must go on the defensive to keep their homes on Earth and protect the seals. If even one seal opens, it will start a chain reaction that will force the Horsemen to take up their mantles and destroy the new lives they’ve worked so hard to build.

 

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Out Now ~ Renegade by Madison Sevier #recommendedread

 

 

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The Road Is His Future… RENEGADE1200

 

Longtime steel hauler, Mason Kaine, a.k.a. Renegade, only needed a few things to be happy–The whisper of his tires on that long ribbon of highway in front of him, money and a life with no complications. Being an Asphalt Cowboy means long, lonely hours on the road, dedication to the job and going wherever the loads are needed. Mason liked it that way. Meeting a feisty blonde whose allure is more potent than the finest Kentucky bourbon was not on his itinerary. He knows he should just walk away and leave the woman to deal with whatever mess she’s in. But can he really just leave her alone and injured at a truck stop when he knows she’s in way over her head?

 

She’s Running From Her Past…

 

Savannah Somers has been on the run and in hiding for more than four years. Working at a truck stop hundreds of miles from her former life, she’s been able to blend in and stay safe. That is, until two people from the world she left behind and Mason Kaine walk into her new life on the same day. With her past chomping at her heels and Mason Kaine’s scorching sex appeal, Savannah finds herself on a path with twice the danger and more than just her life at risk.

 

Can Savannah find the safety she’s always needed…in the arms of a man like Renegade?

 

Will Mason be able to save Savannah without finding himself chained to a lifetime of complications?

 

It’ll take more than one hot load to find out if they’ll make it together…for the long haul.

 

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Now that Renegade has arrived, I think it’s time to share a bit more about it. So, check out this excerpt:

“Where’s your car?” The sound of Suzi’s high heels and squawkin’ like a hen in anger at their backs, made Mason pick up his pace a bit.

 

“It’s in the back lot. But I don’t have my purse or anything. It’s back there.” Savannah thumbed over her shoulder towards the store.

 

Damn. In his efforts to get her out of there, he hadn’t thought about the fact that she might’ve had personal items she’d need to take with her. “Okay. Look, I’m taking you to my truck. I want you to stay inside, lock the doors and don’t open them for anyone except me. Got it?” She nodded. “Good girl. I’m heading back inside to get your things. Is there anything else you need?”

 

“Ya know, you don’t have to do this. I can just wait until they leave and head back in by myself. I don’t want to hold you up. I know you’re a busy guy. And I’m not some damsel in distress. Besides, after the way I spoke to you last night, you’d have every right to just hand me over to them.”

 

Mason couldn’t figure her out. All he knew was that the woman needed a friend. She was a confusing mixture of sadness, courage and feisty strength. If he thought about it too much, he’d have himself convinced that she was perfect.

 

“We all have bad days. I’ve heard worse. Believe me. I’m not leaving you here with them.” Unlocking the door to his Pete, he grabbed the chrome handle and used it to steady himself as he stepped on the first aluminum step and sat her in his seat. “Can you hobble to the back? Or do you need me to help you?”

 

She looked around his cab. “I’ll be fine right here. There’s no need to go back there. Ronnie will know where my things are. Just ask her when you get back in the store.”

 

“Got it. Sit tight.” He saw tears well up in her big, brown eyes and it made him slightly uncomfortable—angry even. He hated it when a woman cried. Mason had never known how to deal with it.

 

As he locked and started closing the door, Savannah put her hand out, stopping the heavy steel. “Mason? I’m sorry about last night and thank you for stepping in tonight. I really appreciate it.” A single tear slid down one of her perfect cheeks.

 

Mason swallowed the lump in his throat. “Don’t mention it. I’d do it for anyone. You’ll be home and away from this in no time.” He shut the door and jogged back into the plaza.

 

“Ronnie,” he found her sweeping up the mess left behind from Savannah’s falls. “I need her purse please. She needs to get home before they can find her again.”

 

Ronnie’s face was pasty white. “She’s in real trouble. Those people are no good.”

 

“Do you know why they were here?”

 

She nodded. “Yeah. She’s gonna run again. She needs to. They were on the phone with that Vinny guy. And then I overheard the manager talking to them. They convinced him they were her brother and sister-in-law from back home. Earl said they needed to know where she lived to protect her from some guy who’s looking for her. Before I could stop him, he gave them her address. You need to beat them over there.” Her lips quivered and tears streamed down her cheeks. “If Vinny gets his hands on her…”

 

“He won’t. Trust me. I’ll get her to her house and have the cops there waiting for us.”

 

“No! No cops. Just get her there so she can get her things and get on the road. You cannot involve the police. Trust me.”

 

“Okay. Fine. I’ll tell her to get in touch with you as soon as she can.”

 

“Thank you. But I know I won’t ever see her again. Tell her I’ll miss her and I love her. Godspeed to the both of you, Mason.”

 

What the hell had that girl gotten herself into? What had he done by getting involved with the ordeal? He certainly didn’t need this shit. He’d get her to her car and wash his hands of the whole thing. He was out.

 

In less than five minutes he was back to the truck with Savannah’s purse in hand. “Time to go, sweetheart. You’ve got to get a move on. Is your ankle any better?”

 

Savannah climbed out of the truck and only winced a bit as she put pressure on it. “Sure. Thanks, Mason. I’ll let you be on your way. Safe travels.”

 

He handed her the small purse and watched as she turned away from him quickly, limping away. Obviously she wasn’t doing any better. Mason ran his hand from his forehead to his chin. If Suzi and Earl were waiting for her at her house, there was no way she’d get away from them. Oh well, it wasn’t really his problem. He had a load to deliver and he needed to get on the road if there was any hope of delivering on time. Reaching for his door handle, Mason saw her stop, favoring her injured ankle and guilt washed over him. Damn it.

 

“Savannah! Wait a minute.” With a few long strides, he was at her side. “You can’t do this alone. They could be waiting for you at your house.” Taking her right arm, he looped it around his neck, propping her up as she gimped along.

 

“What do you mean? They don’t know where I live.” A tremor in her voice gave away how terrified she actually was.

 

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Savannah, your boss told them where you live.” Mason explained everything Ronnie had said and watched as her facial expressions changed from anger to absolute terror. “So you see, you can’t go back there alone. Especially seeing as how you can barely limp along on your own.”

 

Savannah let go of Mason’s neck and leaned against the side of her compact car. “What am I going to do?” She covered her face with her hands, quiet sobs wracking her body and Mason thought he’d lose it right then and there.

 

After a few moments, he spoke. “You’re going to pull yourself together. Crying won’t solve anything. We’re going to your house and we’ll get you all settled in. After that, we need to call the cops and have them send someone over to watch the place so you’ll be safe.”

 

She shook her head vehemently. “No cops. They can’t help. They won’t help. In fact, you can’t even help me. I tried to tell you to let me handle it. This is my problem. You are right about one thing; crying isn’t the answer. They won’t go to my house. They probably gave my address to Vinny. The last I knew, he was in Florida and he hates flying. So, best case scenario, I have a thirty-hour start on him. I’ll pack a bag and catch a plane somewhere before he can even get close. I’ll be okay. Sorry for my little breakdown. It’s been one hell of a week.”

 

If she was going to completely skip town at the drop of a hat and if she’d truly been hiding for this long, Savannah was in real trouble. She might not think Earl and Suzi would go to her home, but Mason wasn’t as confident. Somehow he thought they’d be there waiting, watching—if not something worse.

 

“Give me the keys. I’ll drive you home, take a look around and grab a cab back to my truck if everything checks out. Deal?”

 

“Really, it’s not your concern. I’m a big girl. I’ve gotten through all of it this long on my own.”

 

Her tough side was showing again and he knew another approach was needed if he was going to get her to agree. “Do it for me. For my own peace of mind. I’ll feel better knowing you’re able to get your things together and get away safely. I don’t know everything that’s happened, but I do know that I’d like to know you make it out of here in one piece.”

 

“Fine. Whatever. But you’re wasting your time. What if you’re late delivering wherever you’re on your way to? I’ll feel horrible if this whole ridiculous situation holds you up.”

 

Taking her soft, smooth chin between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger, he gazed into her eyes. “I’ve never been late before. I’m great under pressure. Trust me. I always deliver. No matter what it takes.”

 

They didn’t call him Renegade for nothin’.

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