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Taming Wild Horses Blitz

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Book 2 of Wild Horse Ranch Series

Contemporary Romance

Date Published: January 29th, 2021

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He’s ready to be a better man…

Chase Collins started the summer a brooding, broken man. He was content
keeping to Wild Horse Ranch, where he could tend to horses and stew in
peace. When Samara Grant reentered his life, she changed everything, and now
he wants to prove to her—and himself—he can be the good guy he always hoped
to be. What he doesn’t know is that it’s darkest before the dawn…

She’s done running from the past…

Only a summer in Lutton, Texas. That’s what Samara Grant told herself when
she arrived. Now months into living in the small town, she’s carved out a
life for herself managing her grandma’s B&B, riding horses and falling
in love for the first real time in her life. After so many years spent
running, she wants happiness, but unfortunately her tragic past is back to
haunt her…

He’s not letting things go that easily…

Reed Ward is supposed to be the guy who has it all. He comes from the most
prestigious family in Lutton. He’s handsome. He’s charming. He always gets
the girl—so why is it that he’s on the sidelines watching his life go up in
smoke? His family’s torn apart, his ranch is no longer his, and the woman
that’s supposed to be his wants his best friend. One things for sure: he’s
not going down without a fight…


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Mila Nicks is on a mission to pen heartfelt and entertaining love stories
featuring women of color.

When she isn’t writing diverse love stories, you can find her
globetrotting, sampling new cuisines, and spending quality time with her
spunky pet Chihuahua, Zayden.

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Let There Be Dragons Blitz


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Dark Fantasy


Published: October 2020

Publisher: Tell-Tale Publishing

In a post-apocalyptic world, dragons, elves, vampires and demons war for control of Earth. A girl with powerful Gifts is the only hope the world has to destroy Slygon, a demon from the Pit come to rule all.

With the aid of a half-orc, his friends and a fairy, Annabelle tames dragons and rides to fight Slygon on his home territory. On a mission to rescue her sister from Slygon’s power, Annabelle will stop at nothing. When everyone around her is saying it’s time to quit, Annabelle is just getting started.

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Chapter Three



We be getting mighty close the city, Jackal,” Slag said.

I glanced at my green friend sitting astride the Belgium draft mare he’d named Bunny even though she was mean as a snake. Slag was three-quarters orc. Slag’s mother had been a halfling, his father an orc who raped her when she was hunting. Slag had been given to the same wet nurse taking care of me. We were raised together along with Chub, our third companion, another half-orc.

Slag’s frown emphasized the pointed ivory tusks that rose at the corner of his mouth from his bottom jaw to above his upper lip and nearly to his flat nose. At seven feet of solid muscle Slag weighed in at three-hundred pounds, and was two inches taller than me, and twenty-five pounds heavier. When I noticed the sun shining off the top of Slag’s head I grinned. Slag kept his head shaved to show off what he thought were his best features, a broad forehead and small, slightly pointed ears, each pierced with three golden rings.

Aye, the city be close” I said as I glanced around us. “The big lake be over that hill. The walls of New Orleans be about a league to the south of us.”

This be dangerous ground,” Chub said. “It’s getting’ late and I’m terrible hungry. Let’s stop and cook up some of that shoat we bagged this morning.”

I laughed. Chub was always hungry, a huge halfling who besides food, loved me, Slag and no other being in the universe, except perhaps the draft mule he rode. The mule was always hungry too. Chub shared other qualities with his mount, such as strength, tirelessness, and a foul temper. A dangerous combination. But then all of us are dangerous.

I’m good with that,” I said. “You two set up camp. I’m gonna ride up to the top of that hill and get a look see.”

I spurred Thor, a black Friesian with feathered feet and too much mane. The big horse was a gift from my mother, the elf queen, Ashera. It was the only thing besides my light skin, pointed ears, and thick brown hair she’d ever given me. That, and she’d carried me to term and not killed me at birth, which was the custom, because I was the result of an orc rape. Instead of killing me, she sent me to the village of Wildwhisper. She’d never raise a half-orc babe herself. Elves were all racists. They believed in the purity of the elf race and any mixing of blood was considered an abomination. I was glad she’d sent me to Wildwhisper. Life in the village suited me down to the ground. I’d learned to forge and use the weapons I made.

My two warrior friends and I were raised in the same small village outside the elves’ mountain fortress in what used to be Arkansas. It was also near Edenvale, a hidden sanctuary populated with humans who didn’t care to be serfs to the Magics or live within walls. The people of Wildwhisper maintained themselves by hunting in the forest, tanning hides, and forging weapons. They mined ore and coal in the mountains and found old steel and metal in abandoned cities to melt in forges fueled by the coal. Their swords were highly-valued, the metal folded and then sharpened to perfection and modeled after the Japanese blade, the katana. They also forged enormous axes to be used as weapons and smaller ones for cutting down trees. If it could be made of metal, it was forged in Wildwhisper. I always carried a satchel full of weapons to use in trade if we needed food or lodging, and sometimes I sold them for the most common form of money, silver coins.

As I galloped Thor to the top of the hill, reveling in the strength and immense power of the horse beneath me, I surveyed the landscape. Below stretched the big lake and the wall built around the city of New Orleans. The city center was too far to see clearly, just the spire of a great church, and the remains of tall buildings now crumbling ruins. Inside the wall, small farms were green with summer’s bounty.

I squeezed Thor’s sides sending him charging into a valley and up another hill. At the top, I spotted a group of orcs camped in the bottom of the next valley inside a copse of oak saplings. Smoke from their cook fire rose between the leafy boughs. I couldn’t see all of them, but the usual orc raiding party was ten or twelve. Seven were visible, tending to the huge boars they rode. The hogs grunted and snorted from their position tied to trot lines. I was close enough hear the restless animals.

This was good news to me. Finding a raiding party before it found you was always good news. Then I spotted the girl. She looked about ten and was tied face down across the back of a hog. One of the orcs dragged her off the massive pig and tossed her to his fellow who laughed and ripped off her clothes.

I felt my animal nature rising. Anger at the terrible treatment of the child, for the girl was no more than that, warred with my inner voice cautioning me to take care. I wanted nothing more than to tear down the hill and fight all of them.

I whirled Thor around on his hind feet and galloped back to camp. It was almost dark. Slag and Chub would appreciate the chance to kill some orcs.

I pulled the big Friesian to a sliding stop at the edge of the camp. Slag grabbed my reins. “I see that light in yer eye.” Slag grinned. “Ye found us a bit of work, didn’t ye?”

Orcs have a girl. We gotta go now. Setting up camp can wait. Mount [JP1] up and let’s ride.”

Slag and Chub leapt on their mounts[JP2] . Chub still had his long bow slung over his shoulder, a quiver full of arrows and his axe in a holster attached to his leather body armor. Slag favored a broad sword, a crossbow with bolts tipped with rattlesnake venom, and a spear. I still had my katana and sheath hooked to the back of my armor. Armed to the teeth, we thundered down the trail, knowing the girl might soon be dead, or worse. A ten-year old was a woman to orcs.

We stopped at the top of the hill overlooking the orc encampment. The sun had set, and a huge moon slowly rose over the trees behind them. The ghostly-blue light illuminated the troop of orcs gathered in a raiding party. We sat still and silent, impatient as we watched the orcs move out. When the orcs crested the far hill and headed toward the city, I dismounted, left Thor ground-tied, and slunk down the hill staying in the cover of shrubs and underbrush. Chub stayed with the horses, but Slag followed.

The fire I’d seen earlier was extinguished, but the orcs obviously planned to return to this camp. Two huge, ugly, green monsters squatted close to the girl. They weren’t touching her, just sitting there watching. Two hogs wandered around behind them, saddled and ready to go, but eating acorns and snuffling in the leaves beneath the trees.

I waved, sending Slag off to the left, while I went right. The hogs scented us and squealed an alarm. The two orcs jumped to their feet. One held a massive hammer, the other a multi-bladed mace, crude but effective. A brace of spears leaned against one of the trees. The hogs came close to inspect me and I shooed them away. One charged, its tusks gleaming blue in the moonlight. I held my katana high over my head in a two-handed grip as I waited for the hog, then I stepped aside and sliced its head off with my razor-sharp blade. The head rolled, foam dripping from its gaping maw as blood gushed from the body. The other hog squealed and ran away.

Alerted, the two orcs raced around in circles searching for us. Slag stepped up behind them and put two poison bolts into the biggest one while I slashed the other diagonally across its body from neck to thigh, opening its belly. Guts and blood poured onto the ground as the stunned orc took a minute to figure out, he was dead, then toppled over.

Smiling, I do love a good fight, I wiped my blade on the grass to clean it. “Get the girl.”

Slag moaned. “Really? Like we ain’t got enough problems?”

If we leave her here, the orcs will find her and their two dead friends and come looking for us after they kill her.”

Happen, they’ll come for us, no matter.”

Not if we catch them first.”

Slag lifted one bushy eyebrow.

We have to go after them. They’re headed for the city.”

When did you become a lover of the Magics?”

It’s not the Magics I care about. The regular folk die too, and they don’t deserve it.”

Slag sighed. “Let’s be off then. Chub’s missing his dinner and that will put him in a right bad mood.”

We found the girl curled into a ball under a rough blanket made of sacking. I pulled the sacking off her face. She was red headed, with pale skin and bright blue eyes. She pounced on me, clawing at my eyes. “Whoa, there filly.” I pulled her off my head. “I ain’t an orc.”

You are!” she screamed. “You might not be green, but you look just like them.”

I know I ain’t pretty, but it’s not kind of you to remind me. I might be half orc, but I always thought I was better looking than orcs.” I held her out in front of me and noticed she was younger than I’d thought, and feistier. “We just killed your captors and we plan to get the rest.” She kicked and scratched at my leather wrist guards, tried to bite me, and shrieked bloody murder.

I can always give you back, if you’d druther.”

She stopped shrieking. “Put me down.”

Are you gonna run?”


Where to?”

Away from you, that’s for certain.”

Slag stepped forward in all his hugeness and laughed. “Jackal be your onliest chance of surviving, missy. I’d stick with him if I was you, for a kinder heart in a bigger ass you’ll never find.”

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Janet Post

Janet Post is a self-described military brat from Hawaii. She worked as a reporter for years before retiring to write books. Horses and dogs are her passion along with writing adventure and fantasy for young adults. She currently lives in the swamplands of Florida.

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Motivational Quotes, Inspirational

Published: December 2020

Publisher: PageTurner Press and Media

“Quotes” Humbled but, Yet Eloquent contains several informative quotes, colorful photographs, special writing features, poems, scriptures list, songs and an autograph page. The book’s focus is to share Encouragement, positiveness and uplifting words to everyone worldwide.

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Winifred Lee Richardson

Winifred Lee Richardson resides in the Southern California area with her son and dear family. She inherited the love of writing from her mother.

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MC Romance
Date Published: January 20th,
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💀 𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑖𝑛-𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟
𝐴 𝒉𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑐𝑒.

𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤. 𝑊𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑
𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒. 𝐴𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜, 𝑎 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝒉𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑
𝑆𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝒉𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛. 𝐿𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛. 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛.

𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒉𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟.

𝐺𝒉𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜
𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟.
𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑑. 

𝐹𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑
𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝.
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Darkness that was my world now, literally I surrounded myself in a dark so black that even the devil feared me.

I am so numb in this world, alone with a demon I call home and my thoughts.

It’s just me, the demon and my brothers, the club. I bleed for them, for my cut. I would kill for both. Honor and loyalty. When I fell off the wagon, they picked me up. Pulled me hard through the shit, begging me to keep my head up when the dark, black waters were drowning me.

Life is about making mistakes and I have made more than my fair share. Not once did they turn on me.

Not once did they leave me.

They stayed.

They fought with me as the last parts of her poison left my body. They watched her break me and they saw me at my worst. It’s the same way now. I won’t leave my brother. I won’t fail when he needs me the most. I know how hard her grip is. That taste for a numbness she brings is so hypnotic that you’re blinded. I look in his eyes as he sits here staring at the wall and I see her dancing, taunting, haunting him. He sees her in my eyes also.

“I got you.” My voice low as a tear leaves his eye, sliding down his cheek to his bare chest as his body sweats and shakes. One lone tear telling the story of a brother in the final stages of detox. A human broken by the sweet sinful taste of an angel dressed in white. His nose bleeding from her love that’s fake.

I fucking feel him breaking, I do. His soul is shattered and the only one holding him together is that beautiful women sitting in the window box, the sun hitting her face lighting her up like the fucking insane miracle that she is. She’s his angel now.

“I didn’t mean to, I love you.” Her tears streamed down her white cheeks, eyes sunken in with black rings like designer bags hanging under her eyes. Her shaking hands reached for me, grabbing my cut.

“Again, Hannah, again. You fucked him again.” My voice boomed in the small room. “Look at your fucking face.” I move my hands to her face, squeezed her cheeks and twisted her face to the side.

“You leave me to come fuck him, get high with him for days on fucking end. On fuck knows what dodgy drugs he’s slamming into your veins and up your nose. Then he beats you up in a drug induced rage and you fucking come back crawling expecting me to fix it. Expecting my brothers and the club to fix it, and me to take you back.” I dropped my hands from her face, letting her fall to the floor where she fucking belonged.  

“Baby, it’s you. It’s always been you. I love you.” She gripped at my jeans, as she tried to pull her strung-out ass body up my legs.

“Fuck off, Hannah.” My voice was sharp, cutting through her fake as fuck crying.

“81.” The pain in her voice did nothing for me. I’d heard it all before.

“Henry, please, baby.” Wow, she pulled out my name like that’s going to do anything, but piss me off more, reminding me that she knows so much about me and my life. My normal life, not just my biker life.

“You love heroin and his dick as much as his fists, and that there is the love you feel, Hannah. You fucking don’t love me. Not like I love you.” I seethed out through gritted teeth; my fists clenched.

“I’m fucking done with you and your whoring ass, Hannah.” My voice cold as I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her up onto her feet into me, her eyes empty mine full of everything we could have been. “I have fucking never loved anyone as much as I fucking loved you. I would have given you the fucking world.”

I pulled her close, my breath mere inches from her lips, she mewled in my grip.

“You did this. You fucked this up and now I’m done. Pack your shit from my house and get the fuck out, and of the club also.”

My free hand snaked around her throat crushing her windpipe in the way she loves. She’s a dirty lover and my cock does love how far to the edge I could take her.  I pull her lips into mine and biting down hard I seethed out, “We fucking could have been beautiful in this fucked up world. We actually could have made it.” I dropped her hard and fast. I then walked from my room at the club, her sobs and screams doing nothing for me.

“81, don’t! I can’t, I can’t live without you. I love you, but I can’t not have him either. He’s, well he’s good for me. 81, I love you both. Henry Arthur, I love you and him. I need you both. Please, Henry, don’t do this. Don’t make me choose.” I shuddered at this statement. “I didn’t give you an option to choose, Hannah.” I closed my eyes as her body looks pathetic in front of me.

“I can’t do this fucking shit anymore. You fuck with my fucking head. I love you Hannah, but you’re no good for me. I see it now, just like I love heroin and speed, the taste of bitter drugs on the tip of my tongue. The same way you love heroin, the taste, the feeling she gives. The same way his fists give you the deadly fix of pain. And you know what, babe? That shit ain’t good for either one of us.”

I heard the pain in her voice as she screamed out my name, so I flipped her the bird and walked away from her.

“You fucking cunt!” Jenna’s voice seethed out at me as I slammed the door behind me. Her fist flew at me. I caught it with my hand to hold her ass in place as she slapped my face with the other hand. My head slightly inched to the side as a soft sting warmed my cheek. I snapped my eyes to her face. My eyes burned with rage.

I pulled the other wrist into my grip and lifted her off the floor, so her eyes met mine.

Anger is laced in her pathetic depths, but it’s no match for my rage.

“Did you hear me you fuc—” My eyes burned into hers as I look deep into them.

“And you’re just a fucking club slut like your twin, so best you both just fucking step away.” I spit at her, my grip tightened while the pain etches over her face.

 “She fucking loves you and look at the shit you do?” She spat back at me pleading in her voice.

“The shit I do? HA!” I laughed over a grin. “What? Fucking love her and treat her like she’s the only women I see.” I shook my head. “Fuck, you bitches are all the same. You don’t know just how good you got it.” I dropped Jenna to the floor with force, her tiny mini skirt wearing ass skidded over the hard dirty wood

“You fucking touch me again and see what happens, Jenna.”

I stepped over her ass and walked down the stairs to the bar. Until Hannah pulled my pathetic soul back in, I’m fucked. She’s an addiction that I couldn’t seem to detox from no matter how fucking hard I tried. I just couldn’t seem to step away from her and the longer Jenna was here as the best club slut the boys have had the most, I saw Hannah.

Fucking twins!

Fuck my life.

“I’m not letting you destroy me,” I said into my whiskey glass.

“Oh, brother you so fucking are.” Ghost’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I hadn’t even realized that I said that out loud. “She screeches, threatens and pleads at you. She flaunts her ass around in next to nothing and swings said ass all over that pole on the stage and you give in, brother. You take her back and she’s good for a bit, giving you some amazing head and insane sex you both get off on. This sick twisted shit and then the merry-go-round starts up again full speed. You all do this insane dance, she’s back to fucking being high and beaten blue. Then you’re back to sinking whiskey and we are all talking about just putting a cap in his head and getting rid of the problem for you.” I locked eyes with my brother I know he’s right. We both get off on fucking each other up.

My body shakes as goosebumps ripple over me. I ache as the memories hit me from out of nowhere, paralyze me with deep fear of who I am. It grips at me along with the demons beating at my skull the devil licking at my heels.

I chased danger. I never ran from anything, but I have walked away from her fast and tried hard to escape without any luck. I’m batshit crazy and she’s chasing me.

“I can’t wait to go into that new flower shop across the street.” Timberly’s voice floats all melodic and sweet around us pulling me from the memories of a nightmare that was a love story. As my eyes look out the window to the street below a smile creeps over my face watching the small female down below wrestle with a massive table trying to drag that into her shop.

“Those delivery men just dumped it there for her. How rude.” Timberly’s voice has a sharp annoyance to it.

“81, go and help her, will you? Take Ghost, he needs to do something other than moping here annoying me.” Timberly winks at him as his eyes look up from the wall to meet hers.

“Me? Why me?” I question. “I’d much rather sit here and watch her. It’s rather entertaining.” Raising my eyebrows at Timberly, I see the pure, white anger start to ripple over her brow and I laugh.

“You are playing with fire, brother. Shut up before you piss her off for the both of us. You get to leave and I have to stay to face the wrath of this little firecracker.” Ghost, my brother pulls Timberly into his body. Her hands fall to his shoulders as her head falls back with black curls floating around her as the sweet sound of her laughter picks up the energy in the room.

“Well?” Timberly’s eyes find mine the laughter gone and seriousness flicks through them.

“Well, what?” I answer her question with a question knowing how much that pisses her off.

“Don’t!” she snaps out.

“Don’t what, little lady?” I ask her stepping into her, my lips finding the top of her head as her hand comes up hitting my back.

“You know what,” she says. “Now go help the lady across the street. It’s about time you had a woman to occupy your thoughts, so you’re not at the club and the hotel as much.”

“Hey, I happen to love not having an annoying woman my life and someone has to hold shit up while this dick plays house with your sweet-talking ass.” Ghost sends me daggers.

“Fucking stop flirting with my woman.” Ghost bites out, a slight grin playing at the corners of his lips.

“I’ll be back before you know it and then you can fuck right off,” I respond, throwing my hands up in defeat.

I look at my brother and then his beautiful lady who has thrown so much shit down for us and the club. Her sweet eyes burning into mine. The light in her depths isn’t afraid of the dark she sees in mine and Ghosts eyes. For that I’ll do anything for her.

“Fine but know that it’s so you fucking leave me alone for like twenty-four hours.” Winking at Timberly she mouths out a sweet ‘thank you’ to me as I head from the shop and across the road to the little thing that seems to be wrestling with a mammoth table way out of her league.

“Hey, let me help ya.” She jumps, her hand on her chest as her flushed cheeks pale instantly, her eyes looking anxiously around.

“Oh, no. Please don’t.” I close my eyes at the sound of her voice. Fuck me, it’s intense.

“Ah, but you see I have too.” I look at her for the first time, like really look at her.

She’s something else.

My heart does some sort of dip thing. Shaking that shit off I whistle out to Ghost who’s standing with Timberly looking at me. Muppets.

“Get over here and help,” I holler out and this beautiful women’s voice rolls over me like a fire.

“Seriously, you don’t have to. I have it sorted.” I look her up and down and then at this huge, black, granite table then back to her stunning eyes.

“Shit, babe. Don’t mean to be a dick, but ya kinda don’t.” Her eyes burn into mine as her fingers grip the table turning white against the solid black.

“I have shit under control, thank you.” Her voice is trying to sound in control as her eyebrow rises. I see a small scar that runs perfectly through the middle of her eye. As the wind kicks up around us causing her bangs to blow off her face, I see that the scar actually runs up over her forehead. Her hands quickly brush them back down in place again.

She snaps her eyes to mine.

“Problem?” she questions.

Hands up in front of me I say, “N-n-na babe I just w-wanna help is all.” I stutter out as she has me feeling all sorts of fucked up.

“Let the boys help, doll.” Timberly’s soft voice is a welcome sound for once, breaking the alluring pull to allow my eyes to search hers once more.

Ghost’s hands go to where hers were and I see that Timberly has pulled her off to the side. Her cheeks are pale, her eyes wide and her hands shaking as she pulls nervously at her top.

“Where is this going babe?” Ghost busts out, sweat beading on his forehead. This will be killing him as he hasn’t worked out since Jenna tried to kill him with a hot shot. All he’s done is try and shake the drug his body craves.

“Um in the back please, like in the middle along the back wall so I can look out onto the street.” Her voice is hypnotic.

“Sure thing, babe.” He purrs out at her. I shoot him a look warning him to back away. Why? I don’t know. She’s not mine and he’s doing fuck all. Just talking to her, calling her babe. That’s it.

We haul this granite table up over the curb and slowly into the shop that is overflowing with all things floral.

Her eyes never leave mine as we walk backward toward her designated area.

“Right there, is perfect.” Her hands point down to the floor as we settle the table down. How she even knows we we’re in the right spot has me thinking as her eyes have never left mine.

Squaring it up for her and stepping away her fingers run over the cool granite. The black shines under the bright tube lights hanging from the ceiling on long chains. The white ripping over the black is a perfect match. Light meeting dark.

Her body brushes against mine as I step from the space. My eyes seek hers under her bangs so her searing green orbs meet mine. Heat hits me and a calm overcomes the darkness that I haven’t felt for years. It quells at her electric touch and burning stare.

Snapping away from her spell binding hold, I seek out Timberly. She is hovering around, her fingers running over the steel shelving units holding all types of girly things that occupy this now small space. There are glass bulb things hanging from the celling holding small green looking plants with white pebbles and dirt. Vases of flowers run along the whole length of the one side of the room’s wall taking up even more space and filling it with a heavy scent.

“Thank you.” Her small yet demanding voice cuts through my mind.

“All good, babe. No problem at all.” Ghost’s voice grates down my spine as he looks at her and her back at him.

“It was nice of you, but you didn’t have to.” She hums out looking down with hooded eyes.

“Babe, we kinda did. You couldn’t have moved that alone and Timberly here, well, she would have busted our balls if we didn’t,” he says as he looks over at Timberly.

“Right, Brother?” he says to me, as I look at our little lady with a massive grin on her face. She brings the long-stem, purple Iris up to her nose taking in their sweet scent. Her eyes roll closed as the euphoria washes over her face and body she hums from the beautiful smelling flowers.

“Mmm, these are my favorite.” She purrs out. No, they were her favorite. I can’t even handle it. Memories hit my frontal lobe as hate, love, lust and sadness hit me all at once. The past starts to creep up my spine, the tell-tale heart palpations start as my mind falls back down the rabbit hole of bad habits and near death.

“Kiss me.” I locked my eyes deep into hers as I stepped into her space in my room above the club..

“What’s behind your back?” she questioned as she tried to look behind me as I turned stopping her.  

“Kiss me,” I murmured again the need for her lips on mine is like the itch in a vein, killer and oh so pleasurable.

“81, what are you up to?” She looked at me, her beautiful head cocked to the side as her tongue rolled over her bottom lip wetting it.  

“Hannah, close your fucking eyes and kiss me, will you.” My voice was deep and laced in sexual warning.

Her beautiful eyes fluttered shut as her head inched closer to mine seeking out my mouth. I took her plump lips hard and devoured them. The heat and fire between us matched my psychotic DNA.

I bit down on her lip, she whimpered turning her body in mine so I could deepen the bite.

“Open your eyes, baby.” My voice vibrated over her swollen lips as she shook her beautiful head, her hair falling around us blanketing us in the moment.

“Open your eyes, Hannah.”

“Noooo, I’m scared.” Her voice cracked slightly as I free one of my hands from behind my back and slapped her ass.

She pouted as I pulled the bunch of Iris’s with a white ribbon wrapped tight around the stems. Tied to the ribbon was a gold band containing a small sprinkling of diamonds with a diamond shaped amethyst front and center. Her favorite stone, her favorite flowers. Boy did good.

“Babe. Come on. It’s ok. Open,” I pleaded with her stubborn ass.

“Promise?” She asked me. She’s hesitant, but I would be too, after all the dick moves and trick, I have pulled on her over the years.

“Yes, promise, babe. Just open those beautiful eyes.” Slowly she opened one eye and peered at me, her thick black lashes hiding her stunning, amber colored eyes.

“Hannah, open them for real.” A giggle left her body

“Alright, Alright.” She breathed out as her other eye opened and bored into my soul taking so much from me. She still fucking took my breath away after all the time and all the shit. She was stunning and could render me to my cold, hard knees.

Winking at her as her eyes travelled down to my hands, which were shaking.

Those amber eyes go wide, her perfect kissable lips form an O, fluttering back up to meet my gaze.

“If this is what love is, then I want it all. And I want you for always and forever.”

Shock washed over her face. I got it, I’m a cold, hard biker with a criminal past and a side job of fucking taking people out. She’s surprised I could pull off the romantic shit.

“You have seen my bad at its worst you have seen my good at its best and you have seen my high and matched it with more than a kiss of a needle, baby. Whatcha say?”

“81! duuuude really?” Her voice climbed a few decimals above fucking high pitch.

“Yes, really,” I said to her bewildered expression.

“My favorite flowers and—” She trailed off as I brought my lips to hers quickly kissing them, which stopped her from saying anything else.

“And a proposal, baby cakes. fucking marry my dark soul?”

My heart beats out of my chest as my lungs burned with fire while I waited for her answer.

“We are skipping the whole here’s my property patch be my old lady first? Just straight to marry my twisted soul and let’s fuck shit up?” Her voice was now a shit ton quieter as she took the flowers from my hands and breathed in the delicate purple petals.

“Questions? You’re really asking me questions right now. Hannah?” I said while I studied her face. “Babe, you’re breaking my balls right now.” Her lashes fall over her cheeks as her eyes shut.

“You’re killing me, for real I think I may just die.” I grit out bearing my soul, flaws and all to someone. That wasn’t what a guy like me did. Let alone ask a woman to be mine forever. That shit’s a long time.

“You’re so dramatic, Henry. Really, you’re not going to die and yes, I am asking questions, And yes, a big fat fucking HELL YESS! I will marry your dark, twisted ass.” Her eyes snapped open and I came undone. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, I pulled her up and into me spinning her around in my arms. Her forehead rested on mine as my lips crushed into hers. She’s the calm to my fucking nightmare. She’s my ride and die.


“Bro, bro! Hey.” Cracking my head to the right then left I close then open my eyes a few times.

“Bro, what the fuck.” I hear Ghost’s voice, while my vision is blurry and my head’s a foggy mess.

“Hey, are you ok, 81? Where did you just go?” I hear Timberly’s voice, the little lady that calms my brother’s dark soul and in turn keeps mine in check. Long since forgotten, the long stem Iris lay in the hands of the other stunning thing in this room that has lost all its air. I see worry dancing in Timberly’s eyes and Ghost tries to get me to look at him. I can’t. He will see it all, the nightmares of memories from a past that just about killed me. My fists are clenched. I look down at my knuckles, white and laced with pain.

My body is shaking. “Fuck!” I growl out, my voice dark. Running my hands roughly through my hair, I look at them as their eyes are searching me for answers I can’t give. The little bird holding the flowers is shaking as her eyes look me up and down.

I flee, running from the store straight for my bike and to the one place that quells this insane anger as memories, as unwanted as they are, assault me. I can’t fucking do this shit anymore.

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Mrs. P Series, Book 2


Middle-Grade Book

Published Date: January 29, 2021

Publisher: INtense Publications LLC


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Mrs. P. and her students return to school from their holiday break only to find more pranksters on the loose in her classroom. Mrs. P. is pranked with a hologram of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the Ghost of Avery Middle School and with the mother of them all–her keys mysteriously disappear for weeks. Ella, Lennox, Stella and Austin team up to investigate and uncover the identity of the secret prankster who is constantly disrupting Mrs. P.’s class.


What a sham,” Stella whispered to Lennox, Austin, and Emma.

You’re telling me,” Lennox replied.

Are we the only ones who know the truth?” Emma whispered.

Preston, Tristan, and Mason know, but I guess the other classmates think he hung the moon,” Austin said.

And now’s not the time to tell them,” Stella whispered back.

Principal Abbott placed a lanyard gold medal and held a large cardboard check in his hands. He began to speak as the cameras rolled, and the microphones were shoved into Kelile and Mr. Abbott’s faces.

Kelile Anderson, you are a hero in everyone’s eyes. Your invention of a portable digital scanning device to analyze blood samples inside the arteries and detect cancer in the body has caught the Intel Foundation’s attention. You have made a significant breakthrough discovery to help in the fight against cancer and to save lives. I present to you today this gold medal and a check for $50,000 for winning the top prize of the Intel Foundation Young Scientists Award,” Principal Abbott said.

Everyone in the auditorium stood and cheered with thunderous applause. Kelile’s face beamed with pride and accomplishment. Even if half the school knew Kelile was the anonymous prankster and did all the pranks he was accused of; it didn’t matter now. He was the celebrated hero, who canceled out everything he ever did to Mrs. P. and the students. Principal Abbott handed Kelile a microphone to say a few words.

Thank you for this special recognition. I am humbled and honored to receive this award today. Thank you, the Intel Foundation, for seeing the potential in me. Thank you, Principal Abbott, students, and teachers for putting up with all my geeky and crazy ways. I especially wish to thank Mrs. P. and my parents.”

He’s finally admitting to his pranks,” Stella whispered.

Yes, but in a strange, vague sort of way,” Lennox replied.

After the awards ceremony, several reporters asked for photographs of Kelile with his science teacher, Mrs. P.. She obliged and smiled proudly with her arms around Kelile even though Mrs. P. knew in her heart of hearts that Kelile was the prankster who annoyed her during the semester with crazy pranks.

When the reporters had finished their photos, Mrs. P. threw her arms around Kelile to congratulate him.

I am so proud of you, Kelile!” Mrs. P. exclaimed.

Thank you, Mrs. P.,” Kelile replied.

Mrs. P. paused for a second and looked at Kelile as if she knew he was the culprit who stole her keys.

Even heroes make mistakes too,” Mrs. P. said.

At that very moment, Kelile knew she knew, but Mrs. P. was the kind of teacher that would forgive and look past his mistakes. Kelile had a feeling he and Mrs. P. would get along just fine in the near future.

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Lacie Carpenter

Lacie Carpenter

With a love for music, literature, and the obscure-Lacie Carpenter finds joy and solace in writing. With three degrees, working on two more, and several Fiddler of the Year awards; her passions lie in music and writing. Her performances and writing reflect her zest for excitement and intrigue. She is a published author with Hal Leonard and INtense Publishing. Carpenter is a music specialist, psychology professor, avid YouTuber, Vlogger, and has a love for baking and travelling. An award-winning fiddler, multi-instrumentalist, and singer/songwriter, Lacie enjoys passing on her knowledge to others. She has spoken on and moderated many panels at conventions such as NAMM and Music Cities Convention in Chengdu, China. She calls Nashville, TN her home and is grateful to be able to live out her dreams as an artist.

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Thornton Cline

Thornton Cline

Ever since his mother signed him up for piano lessons at age five, Thornton Cline has been writing non-stop. With over 1,000 published songs, 150 recorded songs, 32 traditionally published adult, children’s and YA books published, Thornton Cline has been nominated multiple times for Grammy and Dove Awards. In 2017, Cline won a first-place Maxy Literary Award for “Best Children’s Young Adult Book”. Thornton Cline’s books have appeared at the top of the Amazon bestselling charts. Cline has been honored with “Songwriter of the Year” twice-in-a row and has received a platinum award for certified sales of over one million units in Europe.

Cline continues to mentor, speak, teach, and inspire aspiring authors and songwriters around the world. He resides in Hendersonville, Tennessee with his wife, Audrey and their cat, Kiki.. You can follow all the latest updates on his books and songs at his website,; Thornton Douglas Cline on Facebook, @ClineThornton on Twitter, and @ThorntonCline on Instagram. Mrs P: Who Stole My Keys is Cline’s second book of the Mrs. P. series on INtense.

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