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!
Thank you so much Beth! Let me ask you a couple of questions about the book!
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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