What a month April has been. I hope you all had a wonderful one. I’ve been so busy on a brand new story in a trope I’ve never wrote before, and I finally wrote those precious words, The End, today. I’m so happy. More details to come soon. If you are ever curious about what I’ve got coming out, please check the Coming Soon page for more details. This month saw the release of Baby for Two (Curvy Women Wanted), a brand new series Crave and Claimed with, She’s my Everything, and to finish a brand new Breeding Season book with, Bred by the Mafia Monster, co-written with Stacey Espino. All details are below. Stacey and I have a celebration going on. If you’d like to pop over to my and Stacey’s Facebook pages or Instagram to find out more details on how to enter. 😊
I’ve got more exciting releases in May, and I’m also delving back into a certain Dirty MC series I love so much. I want to tell you all so much more, but I won’t spoil it. Just know, I’ve got lots planned.
Who’s read these books and which is your favourite?
Alpha Beast is now available for pre-order
Blurb
The eldest son of a warring mafia pack, Liam Wolf must secure peace by marrying the enemy’s only daughter, Jenny Luca. With long white hair and gray eyes, she cannot turn into a wolf. She talks to herself, and strange things happen around her. To many, she is a source of ridicule, but after one look, one scent, Liam is hooked.
Jenny has always known she was different. Like her mother and grandmother, she inherited the ability to see the dead. They come to her or just wander around. Many fear her gift, so she tries to hide it. Liam is not afraid, but enchanted. Their packs have judged her harshly, and nothing will stop him from claiming her as his wife.
When one of his warehouses is burned down, it’s up to Liam to find out what went wrong, especially when Jenny discovers the spirits—and a monster who intends harm. Can Liam save her in time, or will she fall prey to the curse in her family?
Klaus Accardi doesn’t complain when his father arranges his marriage—he always does what’s necessary for the family. As the eldest son, he welcomes the opportunity to breed his young bride to keep his legacy alive. He’s not looking for love … until he meets Isabella.
Isabella Lastra has been promised to the enemy. She’s expected to marry the mafia monster to keep peace between their families—only he’s nothing like she expects. Klaus demands her body, but he also wants to claim her heart.
When a contract is signed for Klaus’s life, the feud between their families reignites once again. Can he keep his blushing bride safe in the middle of a mafia war or is their unorthodox marriage destined to failure?
Excerpt:
“This will benefit everyone. No more bloodshed. Just peace between our families.”
Klaus Accardi listened to the leader of the Lastra family offer up his peace offering. It didn’t come as a surprise. The latest war had cost them on each side. The streets had run red with blood, all in the name of honor. Lastra didn’t have much else to give. They had money, businesses, but this war, it was killing them.
“You know the only way to guarantee peace is through marriage,” his father, Marcel, said.
Klaus remained tense.
Fuck.
He knew exactly where this was leading. Rather than look toward his younger brothers, he stayed perfectly still.
He would do what was necessary for his family.
“I have a young daughter, Isabella.”
“We’re many things, Lastra, but pedophiles isn’t one of them,” Marcel said.
“She’s eighteen and has already finished school. She’s a beauty … in her way.” The old man ran a hand down his face.
“Then let’s meet her,” Marcel said.
Lastra nodded to his guard and the man left the room. “I’m sure we can come to a peaceful arrangement.”
“What I want to know is what’s wrong with your daughter that you haven’t arranged her marriage yet. Eighteen in your culture is old, isn’t it?” Marcel asked, mocking their enemy.
“Don’t believe every rumor you hear.”
“So your wife wasn’t sixteen when you married?”
Klaus wasn’t interested in taunting this man. He wasn’t scared. The Lastra family were a bunch of pussies.
Silence filled the room.
The anger flowed off Lastra. He could feel it, but no one cared what the old man wanted.
“What is keeping that girl?” He stood up as the door opened, and there stood Isabella Lastra.
Klaus didn’t know what he was expecting. A delicate woman in a tight short dress, heavily made up, just waiting to be pawned off. No, instead, flour dusted one cheek, the jeans and shirt she wore hung off her body, they were that big. Her raven hair was bound on top of her head in a loose knot. She looked fucking stunning, no doubt about it, and there was no mistaking the fire behind her gray eyes. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, clearly annoyed with being pulled away. Still, Isabella must be well trained as she kept her thoughts to herself. Her hands were tightly clenched though, another telltale sign given away.
To some men, she would appear completely undesirable.
He wasn’t most men.
He liked a challenge, and she posed a most beautiful one.
At thirty-eight years old, he’d experienced his fair share of women, and yet, no one had ever set his blood ablaze as fast as this peach had. His cock hardened at the thought. Most of their men liked meek women, afraid of their own shadow. Not him. No. He knew he would never be able to stay married to a woman who jumped at every move he made. They were even frightened to be kissed. Years of being forced to remain a virgin, listening to horror stories, no wonder the women freaked out.
It was fucking insane.
Raking his gaze down Isabella’s body, he saw she wasn’t a slender woman. Even with the oversized clothes, her curves beckoned him. There was no denying the roundness of her hips, the fullness of her tits. He’d love to check out her ass, but that would be rude. He didn’t want to show the instant hit of desire he had for her either.
Lastra stood up and moved toward his daughter. “Sweetheart, I’d like you to meet Marcel and Klaus Accardi.”
His brothers didn’t get a single mention.
“Well, Marcel?” Lastra asked.
Klaus looked at his father. He didn’t appear too eager, but he knew what was expected of him.
“Yes, I think we can come to some arrangement.”
“Isabella, I’d like you to meet your fiancé,” said her father.
Klaus stayed perfectly still.
“Go and introduce yourself.”
She tensed up as her father nudged her in his general direction. It wasn’t lost on anyone in the room that Lastra would send his daughter across the enemy lines toward them. Isabella didn’t stop though. She went to him and held out her hand. Well trained like most young women in their fucked-up culture.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She was the perfect specimen of gentleness, but he saw her hand shake.
Compared to him, she was so small, delicate.
He gripped her hand, swallowing hers up in his, and offered her a smile. “Likewise.”
“Excellent. Isabella, run along. Tell your mama we need her for the necessary arrangements.”
Isabella turned her back on him and walked away.
Damn, he was right. A nice, lush ass. He couldn’t wait to have her naked and beneath him. Her body was made for fucking, and if truth be told, made for breeding. Since Klaus had turned thirty-eight, his father had been nagging him to settle down and produce an heir. With Isabella, he could deal with multiple problems all at once. Rather than be horrified at the thought of being married to her, excitement flooded him.
He wanted to marry her. To have her in his bed, once and for all.
Already we’re saying goodbye to March and Hello to April. This year is really flying by, but I’ve got lots of plans for the rest of the year, with lots of books. I’ve just currently typed The End to the next Crude Hill High. I’ll be submitting it to Evernight very soon. I’m so in love with this series. I find it a lot of fun to write and Ashley and Earl’s story delves into another trope I love, older hero, younger heroine. So much fun.
I hope you enjoyed this month’s releases, all three of them. Did you have a favourite? Also, this month on the release front, me and Stacey Espino are back with a brand new MC series. Love writing with this woman. She’s so talented.
What are your thoughts on the website? My sister is in the process of designing it, and making it easier to use. Let me know if there is anything you’d like to see or for us to make available.
There was a throwback Thursday for the book I’m Nothing, The Family series this was book 2
Did you get a copy ? Or did you already have this title? Tell me in the comment below what you thought about this book
Another Curvy women wanted book, Baby for Two. This will be book 27 in the series. and will be available wide from Tuesday April 6th (see above for the series link), again all of the curvy women wanted books can be read as standalone. Also, a brand new series called, Crave and Claimed, Book 1 is coming out and this is titled, She’s My Everything. This book will be available wide from Tuesday April 20th.
Lord: One thing I won’t tolerate is a rat. When anyone on my payroll screws me over, I enjoy making an example of them. It was no different when I caught my accountant selling club secrets to my enemies—I made him suffer.
The rat had a daughter, and it was only fitting to wipe out the bastard’s bloodline. When I had Ally Prixman at my mercy, things didn’t go according to plan. There was something captivating about the curvy blonde, and I couldn’t pull the trigger. Instead, I offered to keep her as a plaything. She’d fulfill all my sexual fantasies until I bored of her, then she could have her freedom. Ally had no choice but to agree. And I didn’t expect to keep her for long.
Ally: He killed my estranged father and wanted me dead. For some reason he decided to have mercy on me, although I’m not so sure being Lord’s sex toy is much better than death. He’s the leader of the Straight to Hell MC and known for his brutality. Surely he won’t have mercy on me for being a virgin.
I’m mad at myself for not hating my situation more, but I’m impossibly attracted to Lord. His scars and tattoos don’t scare me, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall for the biker. I have to remind myself I’m only a temporary part of the club. Lord’s only using me up until he spits me out. Some men just aren’t capable of love.
Excerpt:
Bobby’s old farm appeared ahead, and Lord slowed down his bike before turning onto the unpaved drive. The other bikes settled around him, cutting their engines on cue.
“She alive?” asked Reaper.
“Don’t worry about it. She won’t be for long.” Lord headed toward the house, but Bobby Joe Ranger came stumbling off the porch, pulling on a plaid shirt as he neared.
“Good morning,” said Bobby.
Lord nodded toward the cruiser.
“Oh. Yeah, she’s just where you told me to leave her.”
It had been a frigid night. Maybe the girl was already dead.
The cop walked along a beaten path, his keys jangling in one hand. He unlocked the trunk and flung it up, a huge smile on his face. “It was so damn easy. I picked her up as soon as she left work last night.”
His VP stepped forward first, glancing into the open trunk. There was no sound, no movement.
“Boss, how old you say this chick was supposed to be?”
He narrowed his eyes, looking over at Brick. “Why?”
“She looks young.”
Richard Prixman had been older or at least he had some fucking city miles on him. Lord expected a woman in her thirties, but when he joined Brick at the open trunk, those big green eyes staring at him were pure innocence.
He looked over at the cop. “How old is she?”
The cop handed him her license. “Just turned nineteen. Works at a local bar. No record. No location on the mother.”
Lord looked at the license, then back at the girl. “Get her out of there.”
Brick and Stump unceremoniously dragged her out, dropping her down on the dirt by his feet.
“She’s a big bitch. It wasn’t easy getting her in there by myself,” said Bobby.
Lord froze in place, staring at the cop, suddenly feeling the overwhelming urge to punch the smug look off his face.
“Lord?”
He returned to the present, squeezing and releasing his fist to calm himself down. Stump stood next to the girl, a questioning look on his face.
This was the day he’d been waiting for, so why did it feel all wrong?
Lord walked over to his men and the girl sitting on the dirt, the sound of each booted foot distinct in the early morning hush. He crouched down, his leather jacket creaking as he leaned over his knees. He reached out one arm, using a curled finger to tilt her face toward him.
“What’s your name?”
“I told you it’s her, Lord. There’s no mistaking it,” said the cop.
Lord whirled his head to the side. “Did I fucking ask you a question? Keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you.”
He returned his attention to the blonde.
“What’s your name?”
She swallowed hard. “Ally.”
“Ally what?”
“Ally Prixman.”
He nodded. “Then you’re exactly the girl we’ve been looking for. Do you know why you’re here?”
She shook her head. “I’m guessing this is because of something my dad did?”
Why was he noticing the bruise forming on her temple or the way her full lower lip quivered? He usually started these interrogations with a lot less conversation and a lot more pain.
“Richard Prixman. You don’t look anything like him,” Lord said.
She shrugged. “He was a sperm donor, that’s about it.”
Lord chuckled, so did Brick.
“Well, regardless of how you two spent the holidays, he’s still your blood, and that motherfucker screwed me over.”
“What did he do this time?” she asked. “And who are you?”
He smirked, and it wasn’t the kind before he gutted a man. It was a real fucking smirk because, for some odd reason, this girl amused him.
Lord stood up, stretching out his legs. He motioned for Stump to get her to her feet.
He paced back and forth.
“Your father tried to sell me out. He abused my trust, and I don’t take that lightly.” He stopped, running one hand through his hair. “As for who I am, sweetheart, have you heard of the Straight to Hell MC?”
