Dec 31, 2013

Out From Under










Out From Under

(The Lovers Duet #1)

Paperback, First, 350 pages
Published
July 31st 2013
by Midnight Engel Press, LLC 
 Trista Lennon is strong,
independent and only desires freedom. Freedom from the control of her
parents, freedom from the motorcycle gangs she has had to put up with
her whole life and freedom from a relationship that will trap her into
the very life she has no wish to ever live.

The day before she’s
supposed to leave for Stanford University to pursue her dreams, her
world is shattered. After a tragedy that tears her family apart, Trey,
her cousin, Talia, invites her to L.A. Her life is all the sudden
Hollywood stars and sunshine, late nights and wild parties.

And then she meets him.

Linx
Carter isn’t looking for a relationship. He survived a dysfunctional
marriage with his childhood sweetheart, which produced two sons, an
inability to trust women and a multitude of lies. He merely wants to
recuperate from a rough, six month tour Winter’s Regret just completed
with superstar band, Scarlet Fever, and enjoy a little peace and quiet.

Until he sees her.

Trista and Linx fight their attraction for one another like war on a battlefield.

She
has a closetful of secrets and he would rather be single and pathetic
than date a teenage girl who seems older than her years. However the
passion between them is too much to resist and they realize in order to
heal one another, they must destroy the walls they have constructed so
tightly around their hearts.



COVER TALK
I am a visual person and the reason why I
worked closely with my cover artist on this particular cover was because I
wanted to convey two different characters and worlds colliding.
The woodsy background is very symbolic and
important because the lead female character, Trista Lennon, grew up in the
small town of Pine Bluff, Nevada, which is controlled by the Demon’s Bastards
MC. Her oldest brother, Trey Lennon, is also a member of the outlaw Bastards
charter club.
Linx Carter, the lead male character, is a
bassist for Winter’s Regret, a very successful hard rock band, and the reason
why he doesn’t face the camera was symbolic and important too. He always wants
to go unnoticed even if he is covered by tats and fly underneath the radar.
The directness you see in Trista’s eyes is
very symbolic of her character too. She faces everything head first and
sometimes she speaks before she should but she is direct, very in your face and
not scared of much but having a brother who is an MC member, I think her character
act’s appropriate for what she has grown up around.
The cover is understated and very much
opposite of the novel, which starts like a slow burn and then everything
converges and the reader is taken on a wild ride they are not bound to forget
any time soon.
I don’t consider this a woman’s novel at all.
I think guys would definitely enjoy it too since the story is told from both of
their point of views, which are very different from one another.
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In Too Deep

(The Lovers Duet #2)

Paperback, First, 360 pages

Published
October 7th 2013
by Midnight Engel Press, LLC 
 In too fast…

Trista
Lennon-Carter received a phone call that will change her tranquil life
with her husband, rock star Linx Carter, in the blink of an eye. All she
knows is her brother, Trey, is either dead or being held against his
will in Northern Ireland and despite him being the Demon’s Bastards’
Sergeant-at-Arms, he needs her help.

In too far…

To save
Trey, Trista will have to take Linx back to the very place she grew up
and the same place she’s wanted to escape from her entire life. She will
also have to involve the very Motorcycle clubs she has no wish to deal
with ever again. When it is a life or death situation, she would do
anything to save the only family she has left.

In too deep…

The
club life has become ingrained in Trista like a tattoo and to save her
brother, she will be forced to become the person she most feared was a
part of her all along: a vengeful, fearless murderer who will stop at
nothing to save Trey. With her life and that of her husband’s at stake,
will she survive the nightmare their world has become, or will it drag
them back into the criminal cesspool she has finally managed to escape?

The
stunning conclusion to The Lovers Duet, Trista and Linx’s journey will
be one of strife, hardship and beyond the boundaries of anything they
have ever had to face before. Will they be able to endure or will the
past and their current present ruin their future happy ever after?



EXCERPT
“THIS IS BULLSHIT!” Trista
screamed.
She looked like a wild yet
untamed filly with sweat-soaked hair, crazed blue eyes and a crimson colored
complexion. She was beyond pissed and Linx didn’t have a clue how to calm her
down, especially since she was speaking to his Prez and there wasn’t much he
could say without getting a personal beat down of his own from his fellow
members.
“Listen to me, young lass,
because I will only take insubordination for so long before I rip you a new
asshole.” Dizzy stood and glared down at the young woman and Linx visibly
flinched.
He’d always hated the
feeling of being helpless and right now, there was fuck all he could do about
the present situation.
They’d accompanied Naomi to
the gun range and although Trista could hold her own with small caliber
weapons, she was useless when it came to the big guns. Uzis, Steyr AUGs and
AK-47s were not easily controlled and she fucked up royally, even after
instruction by Naomi. She wouldn’t be allowed to make the trip to Belfast.
“You will stay here where
you are safe. This is a dangerous operation.” Dizzy walked over and poured
himself a healthy glass of Macallan before he sat down at the head the table in
the chapel again. “Ronan, Quinn and Lennon will be in Belfast to do a messy
job. In and out…Trey is alive and we have to get him out of Northern Ireland as
soon as possible. You don’t need to be there if all you’re gonna be is dead
weight, lass. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.”
“But he’s my brother and I
want to see him. I want to be there when he’s rescued.” The tears streamed down
her face and although her shoulders slumped in defeat, there was a certain
defiance about her posture he knew she wasn’t ready to give up just yet, not
even if there was a slither of a chance she could go and help save her brother.
“The answer is still no and
it won’t change. You have got to stay here where we can keep you safe. The boys
leave tomorrow morning so it’s best if you just get drunk with the rest of
those eejits out there and fuck your man until he can’t get his pecker up again
because it’s the last bit of Irish injection you’re gonna be havin’ in youse
for a while.”
Linx grabbed Trista by the
shoulders and escorted her out of Dizzy’s office while she sobbed on his
shoulder.
“Baby, you know I’m gonna
bring Trey home for you so please don’t cry. That will get us nowhere and we
both know I’m on borrowed time as it is. I have two weeks to get this done and
almost one week has passed already.”
Trista’s shoulders heaved
before they collapsed and she wiped the tears away in complete and utter
gut-wrenching frustration with hands that clawed at her gorgeous face. “It
still doesn’t make a fuck all bit of difference. Dizzy tricked me—he fuckin’
played us, Linx. He had no intention of allowin’ me to go to Ireland with you
guys. He never wanted me involved in the first place because he’s a sexist
fuckin’ prick.”
Linx kissed the side of
Trista’s forehead and held her close, inhaling a mixture of vanilla and freesia.
“Yeah, he’s that too, but I can’t say I’m sorry you’re not goin’. I would be
worried about you the whole time and if I’m too busy thinkin’ about you, I
can’t do my job properly. There’s nothing wrong with you stayin’ here at the
clubhouse until I get back. You’re safer here than any other place, you feel
me?”
“Yeah, I’m feelin’ you all
right but first I need some chronic and a couple glasses of Macallan. Someone
has got to be holdin’ some grade-A shit around here and I’m not givin’ up till
I find it.”
“Follow me.” Linx grabbed
her hand and led her to a game room where a fifty-inch television was mounted
to the wall and several of the brothers from the club played Mine Craft while
other young couples necked, smoked and drank while chatting animatedly with one
another.
“Trista, Linx—over here!”
Naomi shouted as Ronan rolled his eyes. Quinn sat next to a gorgeous brunette
with creamy skin, wide steel blue eyes and small Irish features. They all
passed around joints and while the two women held bottles of Bud Ice, the guys
were taking shots from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Cillian and Gisela entered
and took a seat cater-corner to them next to a couple that were all over each
other to the point where it might have been a good idea for them to get a room.
“Hey, you two—cut that shit
out. Some of us wanna keep our liquor down.” Cillian slapped the girl on her
arm and she finally separated from the man she was pawing.
Linx poured himself a shot
of Jack Daniels and took a shot while Naomi lit up a joint for Trista. He
looked up and recognized the young woman as Maeve “Misty” Cox, the only girl in
a family full of boys and the guy she was with as someone who shouldn’t have
been there.
“What. The. Fuck.” Trista
grabbed Linx’s wrist as her face turned a fierce crimson and her blue eyes
slowly grew colder than an Eskimo’s dick. “That
motherfucker.”
Linx knew it was too late.
It was on and he could only hope he could keep her calm enough not to blow his
cover because one way or another, the man in question was going to get an
earful.
Naomi looked from Trista to
Linx and back again, her brown eyes wide with concern. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck is a Demon’s
Bastard doing in a Lucifer Saints clubhouse during lockdown?”
All the sudden, every pair
of eyes in their vicinity were on the two of them and Linx could only hope the
blowback his wife was about to cause wouldn’t be enough to do major damage the
night before he had to leave for Northern Ireland.




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