Wednesday, May 4, 2016




Title: Kincaid
Series: Cerberus MC #1
Author: Marie James
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC
 Release Date: March 10, 2016


Blurb

I am Emmalyn Mikaelson.

My husband, in a rage, hit me in front of the wrong person. Diego, or Kincaid to most, beat the hell out of him for it. I left with Diego anyway. Even though he could turn on me just like my husband did, I knew I had a better chance of survival with Diego. That was until I realized Kincaid could hurt me so much worse than my husband ever could. Physical pain pales in comparison to troubles of the heart.

I am Diego “Kincaid” Anderson.

She was a waitress at a bar in a bad situation. I brought her to my clubhouse because I knew her husband would kill her if I didn’t. Now she has my protection and that of the Cerberus MC. I never expected her to become something more to me. I was in more trouble than I’ve ever been in before, and that’s saying a lot considering I served eight years in the Marine Corp with Special Forces.





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EXCERPT

“Since you kissed and made up does that mean I get to stay at the clubhouse tonight?” I turn my attention from Em as she flits around the bar like she’s worked here her entire life, and look at Kid, who has a hopeful look on his face.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but so long as she’s at Doc’s, that’s where you will be.” He sighs, loudly. “What?”

“I just figured since you guys,” he does this weird side pump with his hand at his waist, “you know… I figured you’d be staying there with her.”

“I told you we took a nap.” I tilt my already warm beer to my lips and take a sip.

“Really? I thought that was code for getting laid or something.” Shadow laughs boisterously beside him.

Slapping Kid on the back, “Sorry Kid, if the Prez isn’t getting pussy, it looks like you’re not getting pussy either.”

I grin when Kid’s face falls and realizes that what Shadow just said is a pretty accurate analysis of the situation.

“If you’re having trouble sealing the deal, Prez, I can give you a few pointers.” The scrape of Shadow’s chair as he moves away from Kid makes my lip twitch in an almost smile.

Shadow’s reaction would be fitting almost any time one of the guys made some dumb ass remark about me not being able to handle any type of situation. Kid is lucky I was able to wrap my arms around Emmalyn for a few hours this afternoon, or his ass would be laid out on the nasty bar floor by now.

“First off,” I say putting my beer down on the table, “I don’t need any pointers from you.” I tap his chest with my finger. “Second, if Em was just some other piece of pussy to me, I’d have already had my one and done.” I lean in closer, so he knows how serious I am. “You don’t need to worry about my dick and what it’s doing or not doing with Emmalyn.”

He reaches up and rubs his chest where my finger hit it. “I’m not worried about your dick, Prez. I’m worried about mine.”

Shadow laughs again, and I can’t help but join in at the wimpy sound of Kid’s admission.

I hit the side button on my phone to check the time. “You have three hours until I take her home. If you need to get your dick wet, you better do it in a hurry. I expect you back at Doc’s no later than one-thirty.”

He jumps with an ear to ear grin, slaps me on the back, and whistles loudly to a blonde across the room. I watch as she downs her drink, grabs her purse, and heads to the front door.

“Thanks, Dad,” Kid whispers in my ear as he heads in the direction of his all-too-willing conquest of the night.






AUTHOR BIO

Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

My current work-in-progress is a TOP SECRET FanFiction.


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Blurb
June Mayson and Evan Barrister’s whirlwind courtship resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the beautiful life they can have together, he’s unwilling to let her go. June promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her feelings for Evan—that is until she’s served with divorce papers while he’s overseas and she’s forced to let him go.
Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if she knows she’s liable to get hurt once again?
Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before they ever have a shot?




Prologue
Looking at my reflection in the mirror across from me, I cringe. My hair is a disaster, there are bags under my eyes, and the nightgown I have on isn’t even one of the cute ones I normally wear. It’s the one my sister, December, got me as a joke, but I wear it occasionally, because its comfortable, even if it was made for a woman three times my age. Resting my elbows on the desk in front of me, I run my fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back away from my face.
“I hate men,” I whisper into the empty interrogation room, where I was told to wait over an hour ago after the police kicked in my door and dragged me from my bed. Lifting my gaze, I look at myself in the mirror again and vow that whenever I get out of the mess my ex-boyfriend has gotten me into, I’m going to learn how to be a lesbian, even if I’m not sure that’s actually possible.
“June Mayson.” Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet those of a man who reminds me of my dad. He looks to be in his mid-forties, and is one of those men time has been kind to. He’s built, with dark hair that’s cut short and parted on the side. His eyes are a blue that stands out against his dark lashes and tan skin. “I’m Officer Mitchell, and this is Officer Plymouth.” He nods behind him and is followed in by a man who must be playing the roll off ‘Bad Cop’, judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives me when our eyes meet. Time hasn’t been as kind to him; he looks like he has enjoyed one too many beers. His middle is soft, and his skin doesn’t look healthy.
Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin of my biceps that’s chilled from the cool air coming from the vent above me.
“Would you like something to drink?” Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room.
Shaking my head, I mutter, “No, thank you.”
“Hot chocolate?” he offers, and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. Since I was little, whenever I was having a bad day, my dad would offer me hot chocolate. His hot chocolate has magical powers that always make everything seem okay, but I doubt police station hot chocolate would have the same effect.
“No, thanks. I’d just like to know why I’m here,” I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across from me and places a thick folder on the table between us.
“We may be here awhile, Miss Mayson, so I’d like you to be comfortable,” he says gently, and I look at Officer Plymouth, who is leaning against the wall, then back to him.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Mitchell, but I’d really like to get to the point. I have class in a few hours and I’d really like to make it on time.”
“I’m afraid you’re probably going to miss your class today, Miss Mayson.”
Closing my eyes, I open them slowly and ask, “Can I get a sweater?”
Surprisingly, Officer Plymouth slips off his suit jacket and walks it over to me, placing it around my shoulders.
‘Thank you,” I whisper up at him, and his eyes soften around the edges. Pulling my eyes from him, my gaze goes back toward Officer Mitchell.
“How long have you known Lane Diago?” Officer Mitchell asks, and I sit up a little taller.
“I don’t know anyone by that name,” I tell him, and he opens the file folder, fanning out a few pictures of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and me directly in front of me. Each of them were taken while we were a couple, showing we had been followed more than a few times. Him coming to my apartment…him kissing me outside my car…at the store, walking hand-in-hand down the aisles…at the movies…out to dinner…both of us doing normal couple things.
“You mean Aaron?”
“That what he told you his name was?” he asks, and I nod looking up at him.
“I’ve known him for about a year,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the pictures again, realizing I actually didn’t know him, since his name isn’t even Aaron.
“How long have you two been dating?” he inquires, and my eyes drop to the pictures once more.
“We dated for about four months. I broke up with him a month ago,” I tell him truthfully as a feeling of sadness hits me unexpectedly. I wasn’t in love with Aaron—or Lane. Not even close. But I cared about him, and believed he cared about me as well. That was, until he sent me a text to meet him at his house. When I got there, one of his roommates let me in, and I found him up in his room with Susie Detrei’s mouth around his cock, proving I was wrong about him.
“You were close,” Officer Mitchell states, and I nod because we were, or I thought we were. “Can you tell me who this man is?” he asks, pulling out a picture of Aaron’s—Lane’s cousin, or at least the guy he told me was his cousin.
“Aaron…I mean Lane’s cousin Cody. He lives in Mississippi,” I tell him.
“Did you ever overhear them talking?”
“Overhear them talking?” I ask, looking at a picture of Cody and Lane sitting in what looks like a bar, Lane with his favorite beer in his hand, and Cody with a short, wide glass with dark liquid and ice on the bar top in front of him, and his hand wrapped around it while he laughs at something.
“Overhear them talking about anything out of the ordinary?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Maybe if you told me exactly why I’m here, I can give you the information you’re looking for.”
“Lane Diago’s uncle is one of the biggest distributors of illegal narcotics in Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and South Carolina.”
“What?” I whisper as my eyes focus on one of the pictures of Lane and me standing outside my apartment. I was wearing a short colorful summer dress and gold strappy sandals, and Lane had on a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white tee. His head was bent toward mine, my hand was resting against his chest, and his was wrapped tight around my hip. It was our third date and our first kiss. I had waited forever to even go on a date with him, because I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I finally gave in to him, because he was so persistent. He asked me out every time we saw each other, and he was always dramatic in the way he did it.
“Did you ever see—”
“I never saw anything,” I cut him off. “Lane didn’t even smoke pot, and almost everyone I know smokes pot,” I whisper, pulling my eyes from the picture to look at him.
“You two were together a lot. He would have you drop him places. My men saw you on more than one occasion.”
“To friends’ houses,” I tell him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “If he asked me to drop him to a friend’s or to run him somewhere when we were going out, I would do it, but I never saw him do anything illegal.”
“Do you understand you can go to prison if we find out you spent any of the money he earned from selling drugs on things for yourself.”
Laughing, I cover my face with my hands and lay my head on the table while I try to pull myself together. I probably shouldn’t be laughing right now but its either laugh or cry.
“What do you find funny about this?” Officer Plymouth asks, and I lift my head to look at him.
“I paid for us to do things more than once, and he even asked me for gas money a couple of times. I never, not once, took money from him, not even for a coffee,” I tell him, and his eyes go to Officer Mitchell, who mutters, “Fuck.”
“He cheated on me a month ago, and I haven’t talked to him since then,” I tell him, and he shakes his head.
“We have time stamps for phone calls between the two of you over the last month.”
“Did you ever look at how long those calls lasted?” I ask, knowing that if he did, he would know we didn’t actually talk. “He called. He called over and over. Finally, I had to pick up to tell him to stop calling me. I didn’t want anything to do with him a month ago, and I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with him now.”
“Another fucking road block,” Officer Plymouth grumbles, and my head swings to him.
“I’m sorry. I swear that if I knew anything, I would help you out, but I don’t. Lane never told me anything, and I sure as hell didn’t see anything. If I had, I would have talked to my uncle about it.”
“You’re sure you didn’t see anything, hear anything?”
“I’m sure,” I tell him, wishing I did know something, not because I’m a rat, but because I know what drugs can do to people. I know not everyone dies from using drugs, not everyone’s life goes to shit from using them, but my best roommate freshmen year of college overdosed and died, and that was only after she turned into a completely different person. Someone I didn’t like much. Someone I couldn’t trust. So, there’s no way I would ever protect anyone who is responsible for supplying those drugs, no matter how much I care about them.
“Would you be willing to get back in with Lane?” Officer Plymouth asks, bringing my attention to him. My heart flips in my chest at the thought, but I don’t get a chance to answer, because someone bangs hard on the glass mirror in front of me, causing my image to go funny. 

About the Author:
Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
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TWISTED SOULS - EXCERPT


4 years ago
1993

I cant believe we have to go home tomorrow, Liane groaned, sticking her toes in the sand. Another year until I see you again, Blake. I cant take it.

Blake reached over and patted her hand, willing himself to grab her and just let the truth spill out of his mouth. But she hadnt given him any signs that her feelings for him had changed, and he was scared. I know. A year is a really long time. But weve done it every year since weve known each other. Theres always letters and phone calls.

I know. But its not the same as getting to spend two straight weeks with you. I wish you lived in Kentucky, she whined, rubbing her foot absently against his leg.

And I wish you lived in South Carolina, he forced himself to say. Really, he wished he could be anywhere that he could see her every single day, maybe for the rest of his life. He couldnt wait to be an adult, because thats exactly what he was going to do; give Liane the world and never, ever leave her side again. And if she didnt stop rubbing her foot on his leg, it was going to get embarrassing.

Liane looked over her shoulder at her sister Beth, walking down the beach with a girlfriend that she had also met at Sanibel over the years. Beth was getting ready to go to college, and Liane, high school. Im sad that shes leaving for college, she said. Ill be all alone. Im afraid to start high school, and my big sister wont even be there to give me advice. Wait! I know! Maybe ask your parents if you can come to Kentucky for Christmas! You know our parents miss each other just as much as we do. Then Ill at least have something to look forward to.

Blake looked out at the dark water, the moon illuminating just enough for them to see. He lifted his eyes to the stars, wishing that giving his wish to one would make it come true. Its been the best two weeks of my life so far, he admitted.

Me too, Liane sighed. We even met some new friends this time. You liked Veronica, didnt you? Shes really cute. Blake looked at her, wondering how in the heck he could answer this question. There had been a new group of teenagers at the beach for a week, and they had spent time with them almost every day they had been there. They were from Michigan, and hadnt ever been to Sanibel before. The girl Liane was talking about was a fifteen-year-old bombshell, with dark curly hair, electric blue eyes, and a body well beyond most girls her age. And had he not had Liane, he mightve liked Veronica. But when Liane stepped into his eyesight, there was no one that held a candle to her.

Liane came to the beach this year looking like a woman, and he had no idea what to do with that. While last year she had been rail skinny, this year she wasnt only beautiful, she had curves. Her breasts had filled out, as well as her hips. Her in a two-piece bathing suit was enough to send Blake running for his condo. It didnt help that puberty had hit him full force this year. He had spent all of the last two weeks trying his hardest to look at Liane the way he had the previous thirteen years of their lives. But nothing dissuaded him from falling hard for her. He thought even his parents had noticed; maybe even hers. He wished that would embarrass him, but he was getting to the point that he would admit it if they would just help him with what to do.

There wasnt a memory of Sanibel that didnt have her in it. Their parents had met here when they were both babies. Liane liked to tell him that she was older and therefore wiser their entire life. Their birthdays differed by just weeks. There hadnt been a year in their whole lives that they hadnt seen each other, and ever since they knew how to write and make phone calls, they had spent much of the rest of the year keeping in contact that way.

Penny for your thoughts, Liane said, nudging him. She wondered where he had just been. That had been happening often, either he would go off into la-la land, or she would catch him looking at her. While he was still her Blake, there was something different about him this year and she couldnt quite put her finger on it. Beth thought that he had a thing for her, but she knew that wasnt the case. He was her best friend; plus she had seen him eyeing Veronica all week long. She didnt blame him; Veronica was gorgeous. Maybe he was sad that she left yesterday and he would probably never see her again. Liane found herself wondering if they exchanged phone numbers, but she couldnt make herself ask.

Sorry, he laughed, realizing she had asked him a question and he had spaced out. Veronica was cute and nice, but Im not interested.

Why?

Blake sighed. She just wasnt going to let this go. This summer, she had been relentless in pointing out cute girls. Even when they went into Fort Myers for shopping or out to eat with their families, it seemed like she was always trying to find him a girlfriend.

Before he could stop himself, he stood up and reached out his hand, pulling her up to her feet with him. She looked bewildered. What are you doing?

Something took hold of him, and he knew he was going to do it. It was now or never. Liane, he began. My LiLi. Were growing up now. Were not little kids anymore. Were about to start high school, and so many changes have happened. You will always be my best friend. But I have to be honest with you right now, because were leaving tomorrow and I cant go another moment without telling you.

She laughed nervously, wondering what in the world he was about to say. He looked so serious, and his hands were clutching hers. Whats going on?

The moonlight shone on his eyes, making Liane suck in a breath. She might be young, but she loved romance novels and movies. She knew exactly what that look was, and she couldnt believe it was coming from her best friend in the world. She started to back up, willing him not to say the words. It wasnt that she hadnt thought that same thing over the last two weeks, but she knew that it was pointless and would only hurt them in the long run. After all, they were only fourteen years old. What did they know about love and relationships? She had never even kissed a boy before.

We cant be just friends, he said softly, his heart hammering in his chest. She looked confused and a little panicked; yet he knew he wasnt stopping now.

Lianes eyes widened. He didnt want to be friends with her? What had happened? How had she misread him so terribly? W-what? Tears pricked her eyes. What did I do? Im sorry!

Blake smiled, shaking his head. You dont get it, Li. We cant be just friends because I want us to be more. I want you to be my first and only girlfriend, Liane Kelly. Before she could process the words he just announced, he closed the space in between them and pressed his lips to hers. She had thought about this moment ever since she started liking boys when she was about twelve, but never did she think shed have her first kiss on Sanibel Island with her best friend, Blake McIntyre. His lips were warm and a little sticky from the marshmallow they had eaten earlier. They were like pillows pressing against hers. She knew all about French kissing, and wasnt so sure that she wanted to do that just yet with a boy. He kissed her once more softly and then backed away, his eyes searching hers for any reaction whatsoever.

Lianes breath started coming in short spurts as she searched for some semblance of understanding. What had just happened? She couldnt kiss her best friend. It would ruin everything. She could never live without him, yet now he wanted to be her boyfriend? She had just had her first kiss. With Blake McIntyre. Her best friend since she was in diapers. This wasnt happening.

She found herself backing up, dropping his hands. He reached for her, but she continued moving away from him. What was she going to do? I-I have to go, Liane stuttered. I cant do this with you, Blake. Not now, not ever. With that, she turned and ran off into the darkness, leaving Blake looking after her.

He was pretty sure she had just ripped out his heart and was running away with it.




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