Hello! Thank you so much for having me on your site today to
talk about my release, Warrior. This is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC,
and I’m not sure if it will be the last or not. I’ve got a few projects lined
up for 2019, and one of those include a character from this book. That being
said, this story was one of my favorites to write. The heroine, Church, has a dark background,
so I used humor to offset her anger and bitterness. And because I have a dry
sense of humor (my fiancé calls me the Abbott to his Costello), I really
enjoyed all the one-liners I was able to put in. I really hope you enjoy reading Warrior as
much as I enjoyed writing it!
What was the inspiration behind Warrior?
Church was a twin and
her sister’s story was showcased in the third book, Take Aim and Reload, so obviously there was that inspiration. When
I introduced her character in the first book, I was fascinated with the
different dynamics between her and her sister. They’re twins and yet complete
opposites. I wanted to do her story justice and I think I accomplished that.
What is the funniest
line in the book?
Wow, just one? Okay, the funniest line has to be from one of
the characters named Joe-Joe. He’s the humor that offsets the darkness in
Church’s past. One of his best lines is:
“Everything is push
button now. The phone. The lap top.
Even my damn penis pump is a push button.”
What’s coming next for you as an author?
There is a major character in Warrior who is screaming
for his own story, so that’s my next WIP. After that I plan to write a
paranormal ménage.
BLURB:
Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from
her sister, Cherry. Taking over the
mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that
she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to
trust another person.
Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not
only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance
against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he
once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.
Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship,
one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to
reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love
and happiness are hers for the taking.
Excerpt:
He couldn’t
run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman
under him. And if the enemy came at
them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare
her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.
“Darrell!”
she screamed.
He
tightened his hold.
“Darrell!
It’s okay! We’re safe. We are both safe. Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your
eyes.”
Slowly,
her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him
in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He
blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of
his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.
“You’re
safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “We’re both safe.”
He took
a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms. It was only then that he realized he lay half
on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.
“Jesus,”
he muttered, immediately letting go. He
pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her. “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”
She
shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t
you? From the insurgents.”
Jerkily,
he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face. He shook, not from fear, but from the
nightmare that still lingered in his mind.
“A tire
blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”
He
looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty. “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”
“I
know,” she said. “I think I hit a large
rock.”
Doubt
lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think
clearly. “I would never hurt you,
Church.”
“I
know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I
get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”
“Fuck.”
He
cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or
a reaction this strong in quite a while.
In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink
had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“It’s
okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your
back, too.”
He took
the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to
savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew
that. He may not know the reason why she
shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where
her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin,
proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a
reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral
response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his
cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower
away from his shoulder.
ABOUT BETH:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into
extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors
or corporate high-rollers. I try to
write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated
situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the
box. I love writing characters who are
real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption
through love.
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