SYNOPSIS
Xander Evans has been on the road for many years. Never settling. Always moving from one place to another, unable to let go of his past. He lived a tragic childhood, spending most of those years in foster care. He's never felt like he's had a home. That is until he stops in the small town of Truman Valley, Missouri, where he meets a woman who will change everything he's ever known.
Paige Watson has it all. A loving family, beautiful home, and a great career. The only thing she's missing....is love. After escaping an abusive relationship, she opens her heart up to a stranger. He is unlike any man she's ever met. He came into her life and turned it completely upside down. Everything is perfect. That is, until one fateful night.
A night that would tear the Watson family apart, never to be put back together again.
A night that would send Xander away to prison for life.
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EXCERPT
"How about twenty questions?" I ask.
"I hate twenty questions."
"How about five questions, then?"
He cracks a smile and lifts an eyebrow. "How about three?"
"Deal!"
"So, have I mentioned how much I fucking hate Tuesdays?" Brandi's voice cuts right between us. Xander looks relieved.
Me? Not so much. "Damn it, Brandi!"
"What?"
"Oh nothing. Can you grab me Fireball though? Pretty please. Two of them." I look at Xander. "You're taking one."
"Three. I am too, bitch! Fuck Tuesdays!" Brandi calls out from across the bar as she begins filling the shot glasses from the Fireball chiller.
"Question one. You said you’ve been traveling for a while now, right? Do you ever get tired of it? Ever feel like settling?”
"Damn. Starting out with the heavy hitters, huh?" He eyes the shot glasses as if hoping it will somehow make them fill faster.
"Need me to go easier on you? Maybe a finger or two first before I go in with the whole fist?"
He looks at me in disbelief. "Did you really just say that?"
"Just answer the question, two fingers or three?"
A Lovers Lament
(co-written with K.L. Greyson)
SYNOPSIS
In a matter of seconds my entire world changed, and it was in that moment that I stopped living and simply began to exist.
In my grief, I sent a letter to the first boy I ever loved. I hoped in writing it I’d find some peace from the nightmare I was living, some solace in my anger.
I didn’t expect him to write back. I wasn’t prepared for his words, and I certainly wasn’t ready for the impact this soldier would have on my life. A deep-rooted hate transformed into friendship, and then molded into a love like I’d never known before.
Sergeant Devin Ulysses Clay did what I couldn’t: he put the shattered pieces of my heart back together, restoring my faith in humanity and teaching me how to live again.
But now that I’m whole, I have a decision to make. Do I return to my life as I knew it and the fiancĂ© I left behind, or do I walk away from it all for the only man to ever break my heart?
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I’ve been living in hell, but you won’t hear me complain.
These men depend on me, as I do them, and this brotherhood is the only family I’ve ever known.
The Army saved me from a callous mother and a life on the wrong side of the tracks that was quickly spiraling out of control. So unlike most of the men in my platoon, going home wasn’t something I longed for.
I was content overseas, spending my days defending this country that gave me my life back. Fighting became my new normal … until her.
A letter from Katie Devora—a letter that I almost didn’t open. Her words put a fire back inside of me that I didn’t know I’d lost. She gave me hope during a time when I was fighting every day just to stay alive, and now it’s time I fight for her.
EXCERPT
I wake before the sun has checked in for the day and scan the tent, noting my men still sleeping heavily. My morning ritual, at least the days I have time to do it, requires a bit of privacy, and I make certain I have it before I begin. Most of these clowns will just jerk it from their cots in the middle of the night with the rest of us passed out around them. There’s always been something odd about that to me. On a regular basis, I’ve woken up to the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping skin, and it pisses me the fuck off. If I’m not dog-tired, they’ll get a boot heaved in their direction, aimed straight for the dick and with the express purpose of putting them out of business for a while.
No, jackin’ the beanstalk in public isn’t for me. Unfortunately, that leaves only one other place to do it—the Drop Zone. Porta-shitters, as we like to call them, sit for weeks without being emptied and capture every bit of the sun’s heat. It’s like a fucking greenhouse in there, and one breath in that motherfucker while beating off and your dick is in full retreat.
So there’s a trick to doing this just right; you have to prep him first. You get him up and going, and then you quickly finish in the shitter. For most of these guys, the bikini-clad chicks above their cots or the porno mags stashed in their bags are a necessity for a proper jerk-off, but I’m an imaginative guy. I close my eyes and my mind becomes like a time machine of fuck. Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot … bam! … cum everywhere. Farrah Fawcett in her iconic red swimsuit bent over the counter … set the time machine and go.
This time my mind goes for none other than Jackie O. She’s spread-eagle, with my tongue lightly flicking her throbbing clit while she’s begging for my dick. And, of course, I’m making her call me Mr. President. I laugh at the last thought but notice it’s at least gotten the job started. Since my dick is half-mast and ticking its way to full form, I slink my way to the tent’s entrance.
Stepping out, I’m met by the sun creeping softly over the tops of the barriers, and I hurry toward the porta-shitters, positioned just past the Humvees in front of the eastern wall. This two-hundred-yard walk is the most important part of the process. You have to walk with speed but not urgency, in hopes that you don’t attract attention from the few others also awake—all while the imagined porn still reels in your head.
I manage to make it into the shitter undetected and quickly go to work on my shaft while my left hand pinches my nose like a vise and my eyes squeeze tightly shut. Only this time it isn’t someone famous that I picture. It’s Katie.
Even as early as it is, the Drop Zone is like a sauna, and beads of sweat collect on my forehead. I try desperately to hold in my breath as the seconds tick down. Just as my lungs begin to demand air and my body stiffens, I toss my head back with a stifled groan. My body recovers from its high much quicker in this setting, but at least the job is done. Two weeks of combat stress gone, just like that.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
As early as I can remember. I've always been drawn to the power of words. I grew up writing lyrics and short stories.
What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?
I'm just always a little bothered when negative reviews are sent directly to my email. I understand everyone has their opinion and many like to make it known, but that's what websites like goodreads and Amazon are for. I don't think it's something that belongs in an author's inbox.
Amongst all the competition in the romance genre, why do you think your books are so popular?
I'm lucky enough to have made a name for myself in the industry as a model and through people like Michael Stokes and Furious Fotag. I think (or hope at least) that readers have stuck around because I write from the heart, with complete honesty, and that I'm genuinely appreciative of their support.
Give us an interesting fun fact about any of your books.
My first solo novel Into the Nothing has A LOT of references in it that are close to my heart. I also spend a lot of time in my playlist and finding songs I connect strongly with.
Tell us a little about your background!
I'm a combat wounded infantryman turned romance novelist and cover model. I also help support the veterans non profit I co-founded VETSports.
Have you ever been in trouble with the police? If YES, for what?
Yes, I've been maced twice for fighting lol. Once while at West Virginia University and once at University of Maryland while rehabbing at Walter Reed. No charges or arrests or anything like that, but a couple real good macings lol
What is your biggest fear?
I have a deep fear of failure. I've learned over time the more I fight that fear, the more rewarding the outcome.
If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?
Kid Blade.. Camo pants with boot on one side, blade on the other, two side arms on each thigh, black wife beater with the KB emblem. Sawed off shotgun strapped to my back. I'd kill zombies. Yeah, I've never really thought about it lol.
If you could have any accent from anywhere in the world, what would you choose?
British accent for sure.
Have you ever had something happen to you that you thought was bad but it turned out to be for the best?
Getting booted from a previous softball non-profit for speaking up against bad spending practices. It led to the foundation of VETSports because I wanted to unite with like-minded veterans to do it the right way.
What chore do you absolutely hate doing?
I despise folding laundry, cleaning the toilet, and mowing the grass.
What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep? Toss and Turn? Try to get up and do something productive?
I'll write, do social media maintenance or just watch tv.
What’s one thing you’d rather pay someone to do than do yourself? Why?
Getting my haircut because I'd end up looking like Jim Carey in Dumb and Dumber otherwise.
When do you find yourself singing?
All the damn time.
You can give one object (the same object) to everyone in the world. What is it, and why?
I don't know if this counts as an object, but a little peace for everyone would be real f'n nice.
You have to drink four pints of a liquid per day (not water). What is it?
Craft pale ale
Who's your fantasy celebrity boyfriend/girlfriend?
Jennifer Aniston and Shailene Woodley
If someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?
If you don't have kids yet, live each and every moment for yourself. If you do, raise them the right way. Love them. Care about them. Be honest and open with them.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Eyes and smile
THIS OR THAT
Pool or Beach
Pool
Football or Baseball
Baseball
Less filling or Taste Great
Taste Great
Pudding or Jello
Jello
Shaken or Stirred
Shaken
Run at 100 mph or Fly at ten mph
Run at 100 mph
Car with no shoes or Shoes with no car
Car with no shoes
Currency named after you or Country named after you
Country named after you
Pay for it or Get paid for it
Get paid for it
Lose your keys or Forget your cell phone
Forget your cell phone
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