Black and white are merely ends and life happens in the spectrum in between.
The Trinity series follows the journey of people backed into corners by life, embracing their dark side to survive. What would you do to protect yourself and those you love?
The Trinity series is about friendship that transcends, unexpected love that refuses to let go, obsession that stalks your every move, betrayal that crushes, and family in the non-traditional way.
It all begins with Carissa and Alec’s story in Boss.
On the surface, the Black Shamrocks MC is exactly what an outlaw motorcycle club should be. Unapologetically brutal. Unquestionably ruthless. Unwaveringly loyal. The brotherhood appears rock solid; allied and impenetrable. Their various blood ties only serve as a reminder of the generations of kinship and family that came before them. Dig a little deeper and the illusion begins to shatter. Beneath a well-cultivated facade of unity, old tensions simmer and new alliances are created. Game plans are being put into action. Illegitimate legacies are being secured. Deals with the devil are being made. While these betrayals are being executed with cold efficiency, a new love is born. It’s a love that those undermining the club never saw coming. It’s a love that threatens to derail the upcoming coup. It’s a love that could unite them all and stop evil in its tracks if it’s allowed to prosper. When those closest to you are plotting your downfall, is it possible for love to conquer all? If the war needed to defeat those responsible could cost you a loved one, would you be willing to pay the price? Unfortunately, the answers don’t matter anymore … because, ready or not, the Black Shamrocks MC is about to be engulfed by BLOOD & BETRAYAL.
The box set includes: Five full length novels – Seizing Control, Making Choices, Seeking Redemption, Tempting Fate, and Finding Nirvana Two novellas – Soothing Suffering and Conquering Circumstances A never-before-released story – Craving Control is a 40,000-word story from Brendan Taylor’s point-of-view. The villain finally gets to have his say! Extended epilogues for all surviving characters at the end of Finding Nirvana. This takes place six months after Finding Nirvana finishes and features the Christmas wedding of a much-loved character.
Soothing Suffering, Black Shamrocks MC #0.5 Excerpt
My impatience to see her has me barrelling through our bedroom door without trying to lessen the noise. Not that it matters. Lainey is exactly where my common sense said she would be. Curled up in a ball in the middle of our bed, with my pillow trapped between her knees and arms. With her blonde hair spilling free and no covers over her barely clothed body, she looks like so small and innocent. Like the girl she used to be. If I could bottle this moment, and find some way to douse her in it when she wakes, I would. Toeing off my boots, then shedding the rest of my clothes at lightning speed—pausing only to hang my cut in its spot over the back of the armchair—I’m naked bar my boxers and ready for the favourite part of my night. Lainey flinches from my touch when she’s awake, turning red every time she does because underneath it all she craves me as much I want her. When she’s sleeping, stuck deep in an unnatural, chemically-induced slumber, I take advantage of the respite we both have from her fears, and indulge my own desires. Using the patience that I couldn’t find when I rushed into the room, I pull back the covers. With infinite gentleness, I lay on the bed and work her body next to mine. The weight of her in my arms, no tension in her frame, no fear on her face, is pure fucking bliss. I should be content with this. But, I’m not. No one’s ever accused me of being an easily satisfied man. It’s not in my DNA. So, every night, instead of being pleased by the fact that I get to hold her, I take it one step further and play with fire. Running my fingertips along Lainey’s partially exposed cleavage, I dip my fingers into the hollow between her tits and then continue to trail down her breast to her nipple. Goosebumps appear in my wake because when she’s held in a sleeping pill created stupor, her mind is at ease right along with her body. As I do each night, I pray I won’t get caught. With a smile on my face, and a rapidly hardening cock, I pull her tit free from her tight vest and dip my head to taste her. Rolling my tongue around her hard nipple, I suck it into my mouth. Lainey moans and arches her back, allowing me better access. My breath catches in my throat. Fear and something more—excitement—stirs in my gut. How would she react if she woke and found me wrapped around her? Would she turn into me like she did this morning? Or would her fear kick in and make her fight? Shaking free those thoughts, I set her second breast free and worship the nub with the attention that every inch of her deserves until it stands tall, greeting me proudly when I pull my lips away. My hands have a mind of their own, making their way under her top so they can enjoy the feel of her taut stomach, the outline of her ribs, and the underside of each breast. Once they’ve had their fill of the soft, warm skin, they begin the trek over her hips and down to her thighs. I spend time tracing patterns over every inch of skin that I can reach until I can’t stand it any further. My body responds every time a moan leaves her parted lips, my hips instinctively pumping against her when Lainey arches beside me. The enjoyment her unconscious mind takes from my presence sets me on fire. If I wasn’t sure that she’d fucking hate me afterward, I pull down her shorts, and put an end to both our misery by thrusting my straining cock home—deep inside her. Except, that would make me no better than him. And, I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be. Lainey comes first. So, with a dick that’s weeping with want and a head that’s buoyed by the cold, hard fact that my woman still fucking wants me as much as I want her, I stretch my body out next to hers. Holding my woman to me, I close my eyes and try my hardest to forget that another day has gone by with her still fucked-up and me helpless to fix it. If I could take her away from all of this, I would in a fucking heartbeat.
Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke. Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids. Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner. She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80’s/90’s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo. Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters. Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.
Blaise Michaels has never met a fire he couldn’t tame—or a woman who could cause a fire-alarm blaze in his heart. But the night he meets Brianna Foster is a night that will leave permanent marks on them both. Brianna Foster wasn’t looking for love—in fact, all she was looking for was her grumpy old cat before the building dissolved into ash around them. But when tall, dark, and heroic bursts through her apartment door to save her—and her pussy—from the flames, she never dreams he would light a fire that could incinerate her heart. Warning: Blaise is a big, growly, alpha male with a hero complex. Saving Brianna isn’t enough for him. He wants more than just in her bed. He wants her tied to him for life.
Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn’t take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book! Follow Aria on Amazon for new release updates, or stalk her on Facebook and Twitter to see which daring book boyfriend she’s writing next! Sign up to get a NEW RELEASE ALERT from me! http://eepurl.com/ccGnRX
He may have broken her heart, but Kari is a survivor.
Kari leaves in a hurry. She has no idea where she is going—she just knows it has to be far away from Eddie. When an advertisement for the Kentucky Derby pops up on her Google search, something about the area intrigues her.
Tired from her long journey leading her to Lexington, an exhausted Kari stops in Bourbonville for just an overnight stay. But after a burger and a slice of pie at Sadie’s, a diner with décor reminiscent of the 50s, Kari makes a split-second decision to stick around.
She settles into her new town becoming one of Bourbonville’s newest entrepreneurs featuring her exemplary culinary skills.
Jeff has never been quite so bold before. But a little voice in his head tells him to speak to her. He doesn’t know for sure, but his military training leads him to believe she’s running from something. He’s running from something, too.
It’s not long before Kari realizes the Derby isn’t the only race in town with high stakes and her bet is on Jefferson Davies, the owner/operator of Jeff’s Marketplace. Can these two come together and mend their broken hearts while restoring their faith in love, or will it become a recipe for disaster?
Author Bio:
Debbie currently lives in California with her husband and two rescue dachshunds, Dash and Briar. When she’s not writing, she’s working in her garden, riding on the back of a motorcycle touring the beautiful wine country they call home or enjoying a glass of wine looking at the awesome views of the valley dotted with vineyards. She’s an avid supporter of animal rescue and donates a percentage of all book sales to animal rescue groups. When you purchase one of Debbie’s books, you’re also helping to provide food, toys, and shelter to a furry pet while they await their forever home.
It’s a dangerous game to love your slave. When your whole species is enslaved – and it’s the humans who are acting like the monsters – how far would you go to free your family?
5* “When Light is captured, he refuses to lose himself, despite how his captors try to break his spirit. Being sold to Grayse is the ticket he needs out of his cell, even though her father owns the company that enslaves him… Blood Shackles is brutally honest, tragic, triumphant, addictive, and somehow hopeful… Johns succeeded in creating a world, characters, and a story that pulled me in until I had to finish reading it… This is a novel everyone should read” – Readers’ Favorite
What happens when SPARTACUS meets VAMPIRES? In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of the Blood Lifer world. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows. But not now. When he’s bought by his alluring Mistress, Light fights to escape. Even if he can’t escape their love. But if he doesn’t, he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club…
WELCOME TO THE BLOOD CLUB
Who are these ruthless humans? Who’s their brutal leader? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood Lifer world?
WHERE THE PREDATORS
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the commanding slaver’s daughter. She buys Light, like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk everything – even his new love – to save them?
BECOME THE PREY
Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club. If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and his whole species from slavery.
Maybe he can even save himself.
REBEL VAMPIRES
BLOOD SHACKLES
EXCERPT ONE
You grabbed my hand, dragging me after you down the warren of side streets behind the shops.
It was pelting down now. Even though I was soaked, I was still buzzing from the barney.
At last you stopped, shoving me up against a brick wall at the back entrance to a butcher’s.
‘Look,’ I said hurriedly, ‘I’m sorry about–’
‘Thanks.’
Questioningly, I tilted my nut. Your lips were close to mine. All I’d need to do was…
You pulled back (of course you bloody did), even if you were still clutching onto me, as if my body was yours.
Because no matter what other nasties you might do with it, you’d never kiss your slave, would you?
Then you suddenly hauled me closer, and we were snogging.
At that moment, none of it meant anything.
Slave or Mistress. First Lifer or Blood.
It never does when skin meets skin. It was just Light and Grayse.
So it was a good kiss. To me, it changed everything. But to you..?
‘If you would be so kind, some of us are trying to feed in peace.’ A nasal but polite Turkish Blood Lifer popped his nut up from further down the alley.
He licked down the neck of a twitching First Lifer bird, who was propped up against a skip.
When you shrieked and tried to jerk away, I held you still by the wrist.
I shrugged. ‘Yeah, my mistake.’
Your peepers were now flint.
I started edging you backwards out of the shadows. Now wasn’t the time to give you a crash course on Blood Lifer dinner etiquette.
It seems, however, that our Turkish friend was determined to educate me. ‘You know, young one, it is most inconsiderate to interrupt a fellow’s kill. I had no intention to do so with yours.’
EXCERPT TWO
‘London’s not yours.’
I stiffened. ‘The Lost have walked these streets as long as you humans,’ I whispered, low and intense, ‘which makes them ours, as much as yours.’
I might as well have clouted you. You drew back, with a shiver. ‘You hunt here – parasitically. But England? The world? It belongs to us. You’re just…’
‘Parasites?’ I offered. You didn’t even have the decency to look away.
‘These are my streets,’ you tapped the sticky table for emphasis, in a boozer, street, postcode you’d never have ventured into, if it hadn’t been for me.
I took a drag of my e-cig. ‘Over hundred and fifty years says different, sweetheart.’
You wore that narked expression, which I’d hoped we’d left behind for the night. ‘My home. Not yours.’
‘Any reason it can’t be both?’
‘On account of you’re…’ You stopped yourself, pushing your Guinness away with a jerky shove. Your shoulders slumped. You finished softly, ‘…not human.’
‘Right. Because I’d missed that.’ I took a mouthful of nuts, munching thoughtfully. You’d withdrawn hermit-crab like, your hair falling in two curtains over your mug. ‘There were humans once, who thought like you, the last time a Blood Lifer had the courage to reveal himself to a First Lifer. It was one of my ancestors. A man of reason, in an age of superstition. He reckoned our two species could live out in the open – side by side – so I was told. These First Lifers? They thought he was the devil.’ You’d raised your nut. I could see your peepers – dark grey now – through the veil of your hair.
‘What..?’
‘They burnt him.’
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About the Author:
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is the author of the bestselling Blood Dragons and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires series.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is a music fanatic and a lover of the anti-hero. She wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University, run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.
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