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RELEASE TOUR ~ Coal (Regulators MC) by Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

 
 

Title: Coal
Series: Regulators MC #3

Author: Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

 

Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Cover Model is Jacob Wilson 
Cover Photographer is Furious Fotog
Cover Design by Mina Carter

She is the everyday girl next-door.

He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories.

Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go.

Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart.

Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul.

In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread … or were they? He lives with more questions than answers.

Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal?

 

 
 
 

 


 

“I loved everything about Coal’s story! The drama, the violence, the sexy times!”
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“Coal is worth more than five stars! I can’t wait to see what’s next in the Regulators MC series!”
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USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.









Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. 

 




 

 

 
 

 


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CHAPTER REVEAL ~ Coal (Regulators MC #3) by Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane

 
 

Title: Coal
Series: Regulators MC #3
Author: Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane


Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: February 28, 2017
Cover Model is Jacob Wilson 
Cover Photographer is Furious Fotog
Cover Design by Mina Carter
 
 


Coal (Regulators MC 3)
Chapter Excerpt

 

Written by:

 

Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane 

 

Copyright © Chelsea Camaron and Jessie Lane 2017

 


 

This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situation are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.

 

This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
Please Note: The following excerpt is subject to change in final edits.

 

~Coal~

 

 
She is the everyday girl next-door.

 

 
He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories.

 

 
Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go.

 

 
Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart.

 

Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul.

 

In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread … or were they? He lives with more questions than answers.

 

 
Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal?

 

 
Prologue

 

 
The pounding in my head continues to assault my ears. Chad’s party last night was epic, and my head is making sure to remind me of the good time I had.

 

Bang.

 

Bang.

 

Thump.

 

Thump. Bang. Thump. Bang.

 

The rhythm is now unsteady.

 

 
“Trevor wake your ass us right the fuck now!” My dad yells in his Army Ranger voice that has me immediately up and at attention by my bed.

 

 
Shit, why is my dad yelling? This tone is reserved for the major fuck ups.

 

Making my way to the door, I don’t bother to put on clothes and exit in my boxers. Immediately, I’m met with the brick wall that is my dad. We’re about the same height and of similar build. Only my dad has seen war, has scars and quite honestly scares the shit out of me.

 

“Turn around and put some clothes on. Then you get downstairs and face the shit storm you’ve caused. Two minutes, or I drag you down and let them see you in your naked glory, I don’t give a damn.”

 

 
He gives me a slight shove back into my room while my vision blurs and the chalky taste in my mouth only makes me wish I had time to grab a glass of water. His instructions were clear and precise. I won’t press my luck with the Ranger. Quickly tossing on my sweats and a t-shirt I rush downstairs only to stop midway. There is no way I’m going to be any longer than necessary, not with the mood he is in this morning. No sir.

 

 
The sight in front of me is like a punch to my hungover already ready to puke gut.

 

 
My girlfriend, Amber, stands at the bottom of the stair case with tears in her eyes with her parents flanking her on either side. The girl I have spent every spare moment with for the last few months doesn’t look like the lively, beautiful young woman I’m used to seeing. No, she looks a mess, hurt, broken, and could it possibly be she’s ashamed. Her mother’s eyes are swollen from crying and her father …

 

 
His face is murderous. What the hell is going on?

 

I shake my head trying to sort out why they’re here. Why my girlfriend looks like the world has crumbled at her feet. More so, why she’s brought this to my doorstep.

 

 
“Trevor,” my father barks harshly making me jump while I complete my descent and hit the bottom step. “Ass – couch – now.” He commands me before looking to the other family. “Mr. and Mrs. Bridges, Amber, please head into the living room so we can address this matter.”

 

 
Matter? What could be wrong? I haven’t seen Amber in three days. She said she had the flu. We’ve been dating six months. Three weeks ago, she finally gave it up at a party at her best friend, Kiki’s house. Nothing has seemed out of the ordinary. We haven’t had much time together. I know I was drunk, she was drunk, so it wasn’t some romantic thing. In fact, once I got inside her tight pussy, I had to fight not to blow my load with the first thrust. I didn’t last long, but I told her next time would be better. I tried to make it good. I even held her afterward knowing it was her first time. 

 

 
I sit while my mind races.

 

 
“Trevor,” my mom says my name gently while I look up into her dark eyes and see pain. “Amber’s family tell us that something occurred a couple of weeks ago,” she starts only to be interrupted.

 

 
“You fucking piece of shit got my daughter drunk and raped her!” Mr. Bridges roars lunging at me only to be held back by my dad who easily towers a good six inches over the man.

 

My mother rushes to my side, her long black hair hitting me in the arm. She’s Native American and I get my dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin from her. My height of six feet seven inches comes from my beast of a father.

 

“We need to discuss this,” my mother says to the Bridges.

 

 
“Nothing to discuss,” Mrs. Bridges replies. “Graduation is in two weeks, we want to see Trevor gone. Amber will have enough of a reminder for the next nine months of what’s happened to her. After the kids graduate, Trevor gets out of town for school or the military, or we go to the police and press charges.”

 

 
“Press charges?” I scream and run my hands through my hair as sharp pains assault my head. “For what?”

 

 
“Rape!” Mr. Bridges yells back.

 

 
Tears hit me. I’m seventeen years old. One night at a party where I swear she said yes leaves me in this kind of mess.

 

 
“I didn’t,” I gasp and try to get out the words, only I make the mistake of looking into Amber’s eyes. The fear, the pain, the sadness, and the desolation are all writing in her features as she shakes her head at me. “I didn’t do that.” I can’t even say the word.

 

My mother grips my arm in support. “Let’s sit down and talk this through.”

 

 
We back up and sit on the couch where my father releases Mr. Bridges and paces behind us. The Bridges’ take their seats on the loveseat and chair. Amber refuses to make eye contact any further with me.

 

 
“Were you at a party two weekends ago with Amber?” Mr. Bridges starts his interrogation.

 

I nod.

 

 
“Were you drinking?”

 

 
I nod.

 

“Do you understand that the legal drinking age in the United States is twenty-one?” He continues to fire questions at me. “Do you understand that an underage girl being intoxicated is not of the right mind to give consent to sexual activities? Do you understand the pain you’ve caused our daughter? Do you understand the ramifications of your actions?”

 

 
“Sir,” I have to swallow the lump in my throat as I fight back emotions. “I understand the legal drinking age. I understand that while yes, I was intoxicated, your daughter was an equal participant. So no, sir, I do not understand the ramifications of my actions.” I fight back the urge to puke.

 

My father’s hand comes to the back of my head. “Since your mother and I failed to make a man out of you. The Army will.” He clips out. “Trevor will be signing enlistment papers today and be gone within thirty days time.”

 

 
Mr. Bridges rises to extend his hand to my father to shake. “We appreciate your attention to the matter and easing the burden for Amber. We’ll be in touch about the future.”

 

 
Amber stands with her mother never once looking at me as she exits, while I can’t help but fear what my future holds and my mind tries to grasp what they’re saying.

 

I didn’t do it. I didn’t take advantage of her.

 

 
**

 

Two years later, I finish selection to become a Green Beret. The badass of the badasses. One of the elite. I remember in the selection process, while trying to mentally survive one obstacle to the next, someone said, “Hell is a fictional place. When you’re done here it’ll seem like a fucking sanctuary.”

 

He was both right and wrong. Finishing selection was the most grueling thing I’ve ever done, but I had already seen hell. 

 

 
Hell was your girlfriend saying you raped her when she turned up pregnant. Hell was getting a letter she lost the baby before summer was over. Hell was knowing her life went on while I couldn’t figure out if my memories of that night were teenage fantasies or reality.

 

 
Hell was living day in and day out haunted by an event you aren’t sure really happened.

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

 
Coal

 

 
“Ropa Vieja,” I order my shredded beef while Ice looks over his menu beside me. Without having to watch him I know what Ice is doing – scanning the restaurant. Taking in the colorfully painted booths and wood stained stables while checking to make sure there is no threat in here to us. To men like us, it’s second nature to make sure your area is free of danger.

 

 
“Arroz con pollo,” he gives the waitress his chicken order.

 

With a nod, she takes off to the back, weaving in and out of the tables, leaving me with one of the few people who I consider family sitting in front of me.

 


 

“It’s been three years, brother.” Ice meets my stare and doesn’t back down. “Madyson is good. She’s working through it.”

 

 
I pause and give it to him honest, “you really think someone works through something like that?”

 

 
“Watching her, I know they do.”

 

 
His statement does nothing to ease my fears.

 

 
“You got a thing for my wife’s sister, Coal?” He asks the question everyone seems to wonder. “Look me in the eye and tell me. If you do, I’m not gonna judge. Not sayin’ I’ll be happy either, but you need to buck up, Coal.”

 

 
“Fuck no, I’m old enough to be her damn dad.” I am angry he can even think this. “You know me better than that.”

 

 
“Then why since the day we got her back, you’ve made it your mission to make sure she moves beyond this. Hell, Coal, you’ve paid for her college like she’s your fucking kid.”

 

I glare at him. “No one is supposed to know that. As far as she goes, Morgan goes, or the damn Pope goes, you pay her way through school. Drop the subject.”

 

 
“Easier said then done, brother.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

 

 
“Got ghosts,” I reply as the waitress drops our plates in front of us. 

 

It’s all I’m going to give him. My personal life, my hell, is not his business. I have the means now to find Amber. I don’t. I made a vow to my father the day I signed my enlistment papers to let the Army make a man out of me. I promised I would let Amber go and live her life free of me. Since the moment I took my oath, I haven’t looked into her. I won’t. The baby is gone. There is nothing for me to talk to her about without bringing up what is one bad fucking memory. 

 

 
When Madyson was found, I promised her I would be by her side to make sure she could move on in life. I made a vow to leave Amber alone, good or bad. I had to keep my word. I wouldn’t let Madyson be alone, though, no I gave her my word to be her support. 

 

 
And I have.

 

 
Ice raises his hands in surrender knowing I’m done talking about Madyson. “For now, I don’t have to kick your ass.”

 

 
“Forever,” I clip back meaning it. I do care about the well being of Madyson, but not in the way he thinks.

 

Three years ago Madyson was kidnapped, drugged and raped by men who were operating a sex slavery ring out of the Miami area. The Regulators had already taken notice of the number of women who were going missing, but it became personal when Ice’s daughter, Brooke’s best friend, Madyson, became one of those missing women.

 

 
Our club went in undercover, starting a business relationship with the man we thought was running the ring. I had to do some despicable shit to prove the Regulators were genuinely interested, such as fuck two of their drugged-up whores, but in the end it had been worth it because we got Madyson back. 

 

Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to help other people. I have no problem doing that. I also have no problem with the black strokes each offense leaves on my soul after doing them. I am coming to realize there isn’t much of a soul left in me anyways. The way I prove to myself that I actually am some sort of decent human being is by doing things such as putting Madyson through school. Giving one girl the chance that I had inadvertently taken from another so many years ago.

 

It’s one of those things I don’t need to explain to a single soul. It’s between me and whatever higher power I choose to believe in today.

 

 
With our meals in front of us, we eat and spend the rest of our time in companionable silence. Brett ‘Ice’ Grady is one of my long time friends. He’s also not one to press me for words. Even if he did, he wouldn’t get them. My past is my own and it’s not something anyone needs to know.

 

I left Trevor Blake behind the day I enlisted in the United States Army. My black heart is dark as coal they say and earned me my name in the Green Beret’s where I met, Ice, Shooter, and Hammer. I kill without question. I sleep without dreams. And even all these years later, I still wonder if no was yes or somehow yes was no. It eats at me. It’s my penance to pay. I won’t bother her, I won’t dredge up the history for Amber. I let it be the gray area in life and determined that my future would be black and white forever. I no longer leave anything to chance or a misunderstanding.

 

Our phones ping at the same time, the text is from Screech, our tech man, and it’s a simple one-word statement.

 

 
Mission.

 

 
We have orders, time to finish up here and meet everyone at the club to see exactly what Uncle Sam has in store for our undercover group next.

 


 

Regulators Motorcycle Club, a brotherhood of military men with a job that is a special skillset. One that walks a line between right and wrong. We’re always one second away from going too far.

 

 
I have nothing to lose. I’m more than okay with it all. 

 

 
Some of the other men in our club, such as Ice and Hammer, have everything to lose. Ol’ ladies, families. That’s not me. I have nothing to tie me down and not one fucking thing to lose.

 

 
My father died ten years ago from a heart attack. Now my mom lives alone. I help her out when it comes to making sure her bills are paid, but I can’t make myself face her in person. I’m afraid all I’ll see is shame in her eyes from the things in my past.

 

 
As I walk out of the restaurant behind Ice I see a familiar face. She goes by the street name Precious and is one of the whores I use when I need to get off. I don’t do many repeats, but Precious is one of the few that I have gone to more than once because she’s always clean, pretty, and I know she has a kid she’s trying to support on her own.

 

Sauntering over to me she purrs, “Hey baby. Haven’t seen you in a while. Want to go get a room?”

 

 
I shake my head. “Got somewhere to be Precious. You hittin’ on me because you want my dick or because you need to pay a bill?”

 

Her eyes flash in humiliation and I know it’s the latter. Pulling out my wallet I take out a hundred dollar bill and put it in her hand. “Take this and I’ll see you when I can.”

 

I walk away, not wanting to hear her thanks. I’m not the sort of man anyone should thank for anything. Seeing her desperate like that makes me wonder about my mom. It makes me worry if she needs more money from me or not. She’s stubborn and doesn’t like to take the ‘handouts’ I give her. Instead she would rather earn it at the little garden shop she works at. I’ll have to have Screech hack into her bank account and check things out for me.

 

My parents might have believed that I was a disappointment of a son because of what happened. Since the day I left to join the Army I still remember all the lessons my father taught me. Taking care of your family was one of those lessons. Whether my mom likes it or not, I’m going to check in on her soon to make sure she’s got everything she needs. If that means paying her bills for her behind her back, then that’s what I’ll do.

 

Throwing my leg over my bike, I start her up and rev the engine. Ice is already moving so I head out after him. I have no idea what the mission is yet, but I’m ready for it.

 

 
I feel that familiar need to fight, get my hands bloody. Release some of the rage I hold inside of my body twenty-four hours a day. I’m just hoping this mission gives me the chance to make someone the mangled mess I am inside.

 

 

 

Paisley

“Girl, you’re on fire!” I tell the air around me as I dance around my loft apartment getting ready for my day. Self-talk, it’s working wonders. “Dance, Paisley, dance, no one is here to see.” I shake my bootie and swirl around the kitchen making my morning smoothie. The space is open and airy, so I can twirl and shimmy my ass anywhere I please to go from the living room to the kitchen. For now, I stay in the kitchen as I start to drink my smoothie and bounce my hips from side to side.

In the last few years, I’ve changed my routine to start my day with as much pep as I can conjure. When everything is taken from you in a blink, it’s hard to rebalance.

Within thirty minutes, I’m at the gym for yoga. Walking through the front doors, I have my earbuds in and my music up, jamming in my mind. Looking down, I am stopped abruptly when I feel two firm hands grip my shoulders stopping me just inches from his chest.

Scotty.

While the man has muscles on top of muscles he’s an ego-maniac. I’m sure most women do swoon over him, but ‘man grunts’ and flexing don’t do it for me.

“Paisley, baby, gotta be careful.”

“Sorry,” I mutter knowing I need to pay attention.

“Make it up to me, take me to dinner tonight.” He sort of commands in the way Scotty does.

I reach up and pat his pectoral muscle to which he makes it jump in what I assume to be a way to impress me. “Scotty, at least twice a week you tell me to take you to dinner.” I sigh. “It’s getting old, buddy. Women want to be whisked away, swept off their feet, ya know,” I look up into his green eyes, “romance, buddy, romance.”

He cups my chin with his first finger and thumb, “Paisley, this ain’t no fairytale. You can have a night or two with a man like me, gotta take the leap, baby.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, “you really think that works?”

“You have no idea,” he smirks and I’ve had enough. Jerking my head back, I step to the side and around the behemoth.

“Not happening, Scotty, go have another protein shake.” I say without looking back at him.

I make my way front the front entrance of the gym, passing a few isolated exercise rooms to the door that leads into the women’s locker room. Desirae, who is one of my closest friends is already putting her stuff in a metal locker when I walk in.

We met when she came to Miami after the death of her sister. She still visits North Carolina regularly but for the most part her life is in South Beach with her man, Ethan ‘Hammer’ McCoy. They’re cute together in that ‘get a room’ kind of face sucking way.

Des is easy-going and doesn’t judge a soul. It’s why we get along so well.

She takes one look at my face before automatically speaking, “Scotty, again?”

“Yup. Des, is it really bad to think romance is dead?”

She laughs. “Honey, I live with a biker. Depends on your definition of romance.”

I sit on the bench rather than tuck my stuff away. “I want to be knocked on my butt. When cupid nails me with his arrow, I’m gonna be swept away. It’s not something I’ll find on a date, it’s something that’s going to spark and then go BOOM.” I raise my hands dramatically.

“You do realize it doesn’t necessarily work that way, right?”

“You and your logic. Okay so for most people it may not, but for me that’s how it’ll be. The stars will align and something will happen sending me barreling into the man of my dreams life and instantly there will be fireworks. I know it.”

She closes her locker before picking up my phone and towel to toss them in the locker beside hers.

“Fireworks, those can happen for a lot of reasons, Paisley.” She smiles and takes me by the hand to pull me from my perch on the bench. “I love you to death, but you are the craziest woman I know. Maybe a little meat in you would take the edge off?” She jokes to which I just sigh loudly.

“Meat in me, huh? That’s gonna solve all my problems.” We both laugh and make our way to class. Exiting through the other side of the women’s locker room, we walk through the heart of the gym filled with various exercise machines until we reach the yoga classroom in the back.

An hour session later, love, fireworks, romance, and all thoughts of my morning are gone. No, the meditation, the focus, the calm is all back in place. I’m balanced. Rejuvenated.

My shift at the grocery store begins on a register. Beep, beep, slide the cans with a smile, its my job. I count items or sing songs in my head to entertain myself as I ring up my customer.

“Paisley,” the produce manager calls my name getting my attention.

“Yes, sir.”

“Flip your light. Finish that one then you gotta work organic today, Paul called in.”

I nod my head and do as I’m told.

Bin by bin, I go through the vegetables and fruits making sure to discard any that are going bad and refill low stock.

“Can you believe they want over a dollar more for this organic crap?” A lady says to her friend.

“Half of it still has dirt on it,” her friend chimes in. I should probably mind my own business, but they are missing out on some good foods by their assumptions.

“While I can understand one’s aversion to the dirt, please understand that once rinsed in tap water the metal and mineral components in all water speed the process therefore the food rots at a faster rate. Organic does cost some more because the rate in which a store loses the produce is higher since they aren’t packed full of preservatives which settle in your gut and make for a slow moving digestive system. And the dirt you visibly see is simple the covering provided in nature to slow oxidation and keep the air off the fruit or vegetable.” Immediately, I regret speaking. I switched majors in college and finished with a degree in Horticulture. Plant life, studying it, exploring it, well it’s the only thing I could make sense of after facing loss of real people’s lives.

“Thanks for the science lesson,” the woman cuts me off and I draw back at her tone. My intention wasn’t to offend but to explain.

Shrugging my shoulders, I go back to work deciding not to press my luck.

I made a decision five years ago to live a simplified life as much as I can and be conscious of my decisions for both my body and my environment. I lost everything by being careless and I won’t do that again. The regrets kept me up at night for far too long. I try to remain focused and centered in my every thought, word, and action.

I even considered going off the grid living, but soon realized my fear of bugs and my height leave me at a strong disadvantage to making a go at it. Plus, living in South Beach there isn’t really a whole lot of possibilities for that lifestyle.

Instead, I live in a one room loft style apartment, drive a Prius, and eat a mostly natural diet. Like the women beside me, the life isn’t for everyone. Modern day conveniences come at a price to our bodies and environment, but it’s my choice and I can’t push it on everyone.

They push their carts on by without buying anything organic and I go about straightening up.

My shift ends and I find my mood to be lacking. Sadness, an emotion I was once all too familiar with encompasses me.

Depression.

I remind myself I won’t go there again. I’ve cleaned up my life. No demons haunt me anymore. Today was not the best day, but it wasn’t the worst.

I have dealt with the worst. Now I have my crystals, my diet, and my lifestyle to keep my energies refocused to the positive and not into the darkness. I lost a lot, yes, but I haven’t lost it all.

Not everyone can understand me. I don’t take it personally. The choices I make are for me and me alone.

It’s hard to keep it in perspective. Living a clean life allows me to not lose sight of the blessings I have. For me, keeping my diet away from processed foods isn’t about being skinny, it’s about not clogging my heart, my pores, or my mind with junk. Yoga, balances both the mind and the body. It wasn’t until I immersed myself in this lifestyle that I found peace.

I gather my things from the break room and make my way to my car. Distractedly, I pull out into traffic trying to forget my past and stay in my current.

The alarm on my phone goes off reminding me it’s time for a snack. Reaching over to my passage seat cooler, I take out an apple. We eat for sustenance not for hunger. By maintaining a healthy glucose, I don’t feel the hunger pains and keep my body and my mind on a regimented schedule. My mind can’t become distracted and my emotions won’t run in a panic if I continually eat in small portions. Again, it’s about control for me.

The light ahead turns red and I take my foot off the gas and decompress the brake. Lifting the green fruit to my mouth, I bite, feeling the bitter of the granny smith apple hit my taste buds I close my eyes briefly in appreciation.

That’s when the bump happens.

Throwing the apple over my shoulder, I look up to see a huge man on a motorcycle look over his shoulder at me as my bumper has clearly pushed into his rear tire.

Oh heavens, what have I done?

He pushes the kick stand down as I throw the car in park, slap on my hazard lights and open my door.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” I say rushing to him. 

Before me stands a stunningly tall bald man whose aura screams sex. He has one of those seriously killer beards that you sort of want to pet because it’s so fabulous. It accentuates his strong face and tan skin. His long legs are covered in jeans that hug his tree trunk thighs, and his feet clad in some serious looking ass kicking boots. A black shirt covers his chest underneath his leather vest with patches all over it and the whole visual strikes me as an intimidating figure. His dark eyes stare right through me as I look at him. ‘Coal’ sits on the left side of his vest, over his heart. ‘Vice President’ lays opposite the name on his right side. The rest of his vest has a bunch of different patches with different cities and sayings. Is this a biker in the same club as Desirae’s man?

He shakes his head. “You okay?”

“Yes, I am, but are you?”

He nods. “I’m fine. Get in your car, pay attention and go home,” he dismisses me. “Don’t just stand there looking stupefied. Get in the car go home, it’s done.”

“I need to make this right,” I stammer as my mind spins and I feel like things are suddenly out of control.

“Nothing wrong so nothing to make right.” He studies me as cars rush past us. “Get in your car, can’t leave till I know you got back in the vehicle.”

“Don’t you need my information. I have insurance.”

“It was a bump.” He doesn’t hide his frustration. “Not a patient man, Pixie, so get in your pedal car and go on.”

Pixie? I want to ask, but I don’t. The man is clearly not wanting to do anything about our incident. So doing the only thing I can think of, I get back in my Prius, turning off the hazards and putting it in gear, I try to shake off my emotions. Anxiety, guilt, frustration, and sadness all toy with my carefully balanced core. I feel myself tipping, falling, and stumbling down into the darkness.

Next, I do what every respectable, twenty-six-year-old woman does when she is faced with a scarier than a horror movie biker, I follow him.
 
 


 

 

 
 



She is the everyday girl next-door.

He is shadowed by regret laced in broken memories.

Dark sins of the past have a way of taking hold of your heart and never letting go.

Paisley Asher is the average woman trying to get by in life. Happy and safe in her bubble of ease, she is not prepared to take on the black pit that is one man’s heart.

Trevor ‘Coal’ Blake has a past covered in black. Tainted. He is a dark soul.

In the moment, it is easy to lose sight of what is going on. Looking back, however, little cues were misread … or were they? He lives with more questions than answers.

Chance encounters bring these two together. Is she the angel to pull him from the depths of his personal hell, or is he destined to remain alone and as black as coal?



 
 

 
USA Today Bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.









Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.
 





 

 

 
 

 

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SALES BLITZ ~ Ex-Op Series by Jessie Lane

 

 

Series Title: Ex Ops Series

Author: Jessie Lane

Novels:

Secret Maneuvers #1 (FREE)
Stripping Her Defenses #2 

Mission Delivery #2.5 
Sweet Agony #3
Sweet Recovery #4
Sweet Eternity #5
Bullets and Bluebonnets #6

Genre: Romantic Suspense
 
 

 

 
From best-selling author Jessie Lane comes second chance romance with a hint of suspense…
 
A covert Spec Ops group secretly owned and operated by the United States Department of Defense, and managed by their CIA Handler, ‘Uncle Sam’. An elite group consisting of some of the best the military and government agencies had to offer. This series will focus on the Ex Ops Team as they go to work undercover on various missions, while also trying to maneuver through the emotional landmines of their personal lives. Each book will feature a different couple, but the sub plots will connect from one book to the next. This series is best read in order as each novel becomes available.

 



 

 


 
 
 
 
 
Some mistakes from the past haunt us forever… unless fate steps in with a second chance.


One ‘Dear John’ letter haunted Bobby Baker’s every living moment. It was the letter he’d stupidly written to his high school sweetheart, Belle, right after he had left to join the Army. The letter in which he’d told her that he wasn’t so sure they were ready for forever yet. Before he could let her know that the letter, and his second thoughts, were nothing more than a mistake, she disappeared from the small Georgia town they had both been raised in.


Fifteen years after the letter, Belle unknowingly walked back into Bobby’s life when her job as an ATF Agent forced her to work with a group of men secretly headed by the CIA to help her track down whoever was involved in funneling black market weapons to a drug cartel in Mexico.

Bobby planned to use this mission to try to soothe Belle’s hurt feelings while proving to her that their love was meant to be forever. He would use every dirty trick he’d learned since he had joined the Army to maneuver her back into his life for the long haul. Belle was not making it easy, though, as she continued to keep him at arm’s length in the hopes that mistakes of her own would never come to light.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He can’t change the scars on her body…
but fate will give him a second chance to mend the scars he put on her heart.


Riley Sullivan and the Ex Ops Team are headed to Miami undercover… as bikers. Following up a lead, the men will perform their investigation acting as members of the Regulators Motorcycle Club with the club’s permission. Surrounded by hardcore bikers and investigating missing strippers, Riley finds the last person he ever expected to see again—his ex-wife.

Kara Sullivan left the man she loved after a tragic accident cost them their unborn son. After years of therapy, she’s come to grips with the loss and has re-emerged from the pain a brand new person. That doesn’t mean she’s ready to face the man who inadvertently broke her heart, and who she’s hurt in return.

Riley has never stopped loving her and he never will. He’s ready to fix their marriage and move on with their lives, however Kara’s reluctance to renew their relationship isn’t their only problem. Danger lurks just around the corner… and there’s a chance she could disappear permanently.

 

 

 

 

 



From Best Selling Author Jessie Lane…


Bobby Baker is a man with new lease on life.

He is engaged to his high school sweetheart, and he is bonding with the fourteen year old son he wasn’t aware of a little less than a year ago.

But there’s more. The love of his life is pregnant with their second child. This time, he’ll be there to witness the birth of one of his children instead of missing out on it.

Or will he?

Belle unexpectedly goes into labor a month early while Bobby is coming off a mission half a world away. Will he be able to make it home in time for the birth of his second child?

Or will he miss this delivery, too?


*Previously published in the back of Ice, Regulators MC #1. This is a short story that should be read after both Secret Maneuvers and Stripping Her Defenses in the Ex Ops Series.*

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Beware of falling in love with the boy across the street. 

Disappearing from their dangerous life in Chicago, Ginny and her mother went from riches to rags by way of a new life in the sleepy, rural suburbs of New York. Under the illusion of safety, Ginny blossomed into a beautiful young woman with hopes and dreams for a future her mother was determined she would have.

Lucas Young, her best friend’s oldest brother, was the dashing hero in all of her dreams. The man she fantasized about sweeping her off her feet and giving her the happily ever after she had only heard about in her mother’s fairytales.

Sometimes, reality wasn’t what we wanted it to be, though. 


What would happen when Ginny found out Lucas wasn’t her Prince Charming after all? Instead, he was a rough and tumble soldier in extremely tarnished armor who had a propensity to break her heart.

Maybe happily ever after wasn’t meant for everyone.


 
 


He broke her heart… now he has to pick up the pieces.

Lucas Young met the woman meant for him when they were just children. He spent years pushing the sweet, innocent Ginny away for one reason or another instead of claiming what was his, breaking her heart in the process.
Five years later, he runs into Ginny, only he no longer recognizes the person she has become. The good-hearted, free-spirited girl he loved is now a shell of who she used to be, living the sort of life she never wanted. And Lucas is driven to find out why.

However, uncovering Ginny’s secrets will prove to be dangerous for them both.
Will he be able to piece back the broken woman who used to love him with every fiber of her being? Or did he push her away for good?
Warning: This is the second book (50,000+ word novel) in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment. IN OTHER WORDS, THIS STORY ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER. Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… AGAIN. <- You’ve been warned.

 
 
 
Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.


Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.
Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

Warning: This is the third (and last) book in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment. IN OTHER WORDS, NO MORE CLIFFHANGER! YIPPEE! Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… more than once! <- You’ve been warned. 😉

 
 
 
 
From New York Times best-selling author Cristin Harber and best-selling author Jessie Lane comes an exciting collaboration…


What happens when Titan and Ex Ops work together?

Terror has gripped the NYPD. A rogue sniper took out, not only the NYPD’s SWAT snipers and police chief, but several others. Now they must turn to the only person they can trust: Jared Westin and the Titan Group.

There’s only one problem. The Titan Operatives are currently tied up with their own missions.

Unwilling to leave the NYPD hanging, Jared Westin cashes in a favor from Commander Jaxon Wall. Only, Jared doesn’t want to send Jaxon’s Ex Ops Team for the job; he wants to send in someone Jaxon has kept secret: his goddaughter, Billie Jean Beasely, one of the best snipers working for the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team, if only her male counterparts would let her prove it. The NYC mission could finally give her that chance.

Thing is, Jaxon Wall isn’t willing to send his goddaughter in alone. He wants to send one of his own men to help her. Chase Anderson.

Will Chase turn out to be yet another man who thinks Billie is less of a shot just because she’s a woman? Or will Billie finally meet a man who realizes she loves her bullets as much as bluebonnets?

 

 

 


 
Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
 
She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.
 
 
 

 


 


  

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PROMO – Sweet Series Box Set by Jessie Lane


Sweet Series Box Set

Jessie Lane


Published: Dec 19th, 2016

 
 
Purchase Links:
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iBooks US : UK

Sweet Agony

 

Blurb:

Beware of falling in love with the boy across the street.
Disappearing from their dangerous life in Chicago, Ginny and her mother went from riches to rags by way of a new life in the sleepy, rural suburbs of New York. Under the illusion of safety, Ginny blossomed into a beautiful young woman with hopes and dreams for a future her mother was determined she would have.
Lucas Young, her best friend’s oldest brother, was the dashing hero in all of her dreams. The man she fantasized about sweeping her off her feet and giving her the happily ever after she had only heard about in her mother’s fairytales.
Sometimes, reality wasn’t what we wanted it to be, though.
What would happen when Ginny found out Lucas wasn’t her Prince Charming after all? Instead, he was a rough and tumble soldier in extremely tarnished armor who had a propensity to break her heart.

Maybe happily ever after wasn’t meant for everyone.

 

Excerpt:

The woman I loved had disappeared almost as if she had never existed in the first place. The only evidence she’d left behind where the broken, jagged and jaded pieces of what I use to call a heart.
Here I sat in a strip club, surrounded by beautiful women and plenty of other people, and I couldn’t give two shits. I was happy for Sullivan, but his happiness was making me remember what I’d lost. Sort of like rubbing salt into an open wound. It stung like a motherfucker and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could sit here and stomach all of Riley’s good fortune.
“Holy shit. If that chick wasn’t utterly wasted, she’d be a bombshell,” I heard Chase say from the other side of the table.
Well, people watching was better than musing over what I didn’t have, so I looked up in the direction that Chase was staring in and promptly felt my stomach drop to the vicinity of my feet.
Because there, across the large VIP area, was what I’d lost.
Now, she was found.
In a micro mini red dress, she was dancing sloppily to the music, her eyes glassy, indicating she was probably high and drunk, as some playboy in a fucking suit watched her with a displeased yet possessive gaze.
Maybe Miami was the lost and found for men who had epically fucked up their love lives.
A hand clapped down on my shoulder, and I looked over to see Riley looking at me in concern.
“You okay, man? Kara just said our party room in the back is ready, and you didn’t even hear her.”
Looking over his shoulder to where Kara stood, I apologized for not hearing her, and then looked back to Sullivan. “You all go ahead. I’ve got something I need to handle first.”
Riley’s eyebrows shot up. “You do?”
I nodded.
“You need back-up?” Chase asked.
Shaking my head, I gave them the truth. “My past is flashin’ her ass in a red dress across the room and strung out of her mind. I’m gonna go find out why, and then I’m gonna be her goddamn fortune teller and explain what her fucking future is.”
“And that is?” Kara asked, eyes full of curiosity, although a smile was on her face.

“Me.”



Sweet Recovery

Blurb:

He broke her heart… now he has to pick up the pieces.
Lucas Young met the woman meant for him when they were just children. He spent years pushing the sweet, innocent Ginny away for one reason or another instead of claiming what was his, breaking her heart in the process.
Five years later, he runs into Ginny, only he no longer recognizes the person she has become. The good-hearted, free-spirited girl he loved is now a shell of who she used to be, living the sort of life she never wanted. And Lucas is driven to find out why.
However, uncovering Ginny’s secrets will prove to be dangerous for them both.
Will he be able to piece back the broken woman who used to love him with every fiber of her being? Or did he push her away for good?

Excerpt:
 

Perhaps it was foolish to jump so blindly back in love with a man who had shredded me into almost non-existence before, but I couldn’t help myself, not when it came to Lucas Young.
On one hand, he was my kryptonite. On the other, he was my Holy Grail.
The last thing I should want, yet the very thing I needed.
The literal, breathing contradiction of my life.

The only person who could destroy me with a word and build me back up with no words at all.

 



Sweet Eternity

 

Blurb:

Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.
Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.
I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.

Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

Excerpt:

“I didn’t ask you to come storming back into my life. Nor did I ask you to shoot my fiancé, or try to save me from my father—”
“You didn’t ask me?” He shook his head in frustration. “You didn’t tell me. And you sure as shit didn’t give me an S.O.S. Here’s the thing, angel; I don’t need a bat signal to see you’re knee-deep in shit with no shovel to get yourself out of it.”
My frayed nerves snapped, and I lashed out at him … literally.
With a shriek of rage, I reached up with both hands and slapped them on his chest and abdomen, trying to push him off me. Still, he straddled my waist, effectively holding me down with little to no effort. If I didn’t get some space between us, I was going to lose my mind.
Lucas tried to grab both my hands, succeeding in capturing one, and then froze in place as I pointed an accusing finger in his face with the other.
“You’re still a sarcastic pain in the ass; you know that?” I tried to push him off with my free hand again, but he struck as fast as a snake, grabbing it and securing it against his body.

Leaning forward, he growled down at me, “That’s right, baby. I’m still the overbearing jackass I was when we were growing up. And you know what? You’re still the little girl trying to hide from all her big, bad problems. Looks like we haven’t changed a bit.”

 




Ex Ops Series:
Secret Maneuvers #1
Stripping Her Defenses #2

Mission Delivery #2.5

 

Sweet Series (Lucas Young):

Sweet Agony #1/Ex Ops #3
Sweet Recovery #2/Ex Ops #4

Sweet Eternity #3/Ex Ops #5

 


About the Author:

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

 

Connect with Jessie:

 

BLOG TOUR ~ Sweet Eternity (Sweet Series Book 3; Ex-Ops Book 5) by Jessie Lane

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Sweet Eternity by Jessie Lane
Sweet Series Book 3; Ex-Ops Book 5
Published: Dec 19th 2016

 


Blurb:

Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.

Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.

Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

Warning: This is the third (and last) book in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment.

IN OTHER WORDS, NO MORE CLIFFHANGER! YIPPEE! Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… more than once! <- You’ve been warned. 😉

 





Purchase Links:

Amazon: US : AU : CA: UK

iBooks
US : UK  


Excerpt:
 

Shaking my head, I tell him the god’s honest truth. “I wasn’t lying to you when I told you I’m over those fairy tales. I just want to concentrate on being here, in the moment, in real life from now on.”
“How come Gin?”
I can’t help but snort. Needless to say, it’s rather indelicate and garners the attention of the two men in front of us. That doesn’t stop me from telling Lucas exactly why I’ve given up on believing my mother’s fairy tales. “Because my mom thought she found prince charming once upon a time, and instead she ended up with an idiot wrapped in tin foil. If that’s what believing in her fairy tales is going to get me, I’d rather live in the real world.”
Both Lucas’s Commander and the other man known as Baker start laughing, but my eyes are glued to the man next to me who isn’t laughing at all. When the front quiets back down, Lucas murmurs, “If I’m not your prince charming anymore, then who am I Gin?”
My heart starts pounding in my chest as the truth practically slaps me in the face. With our past always between us, and Lucas’s insecurities that I haven’t really forgiven him for causing me so much pain over the years, I only hope Lucas understands what I’m trying to say when I say it. “It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.”

His eyes search my face for a minute, and just when I think I’ve screwed it all up between us again, he leans forward, puts his forehead against my own and whispers back. “It’s a damn good thing I fell in love with a good girl who knows when to be bad then.”

 



 



~~ Get all three books in one box set ~~

Sweet Series Box Set

Published: Dec 19th, 2016


Purchase Links:

Amazon
US : AU : CA : UK

iBooks
US : UK



Ex Ops Series:
 

Secret Maneuvers #1 – Available Now
Stripping Her Defenses #2 – Available Now
Mission Delivery #2.5 – Available Now

Sweet Series (Lucas Young):

Sweet Agony #1/Ex Ops #3 – Available Now
Sweet Recovery #2/Ex Ops #4 – Available Now
Sweet Eternity #3/Ex Ops #5 – Available Now

 


About the Author:Jessie Lane

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

 

Connect with Jessie:

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BLOG TOUR ~ Sweet Eternity by Jessie Lane


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Sweet Eternity by Jessie Lane
Sweet Series Book 3; Ex-Ops Book 5
Published: Dec 19th 2016

 


Blurb:

Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.

 

Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

 

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.

 

Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

 

Warning: This is the third (and last) book in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series. Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment.

IN OTHER WORDS, NO MORE CLIFFHANGER! YIPPEE! Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… more than once! <- You’ve been warned. 😉

 





Purchase Links:

Amazon: US : AU : CA: UK

iBooks
US : UK  


Excerpt:
Shaking my head, I tell him the god’s honest truth. “I wasn’t lying to you when I told you I’m over those fairy tales. I just want to concentrate on being here, in the moment, in real life from now on.”
“How come Gin?”
I can’t help but snort. Needless to say, it’s rather indelicate and garners the attention of the two men in front of us. That doesn’t stop me from telling Lucas exactly why I’ve given up on believing my mother’s fairy tales. “Because my mom thought she found prince charming once upon a time, and instead she ended up with an idiot wrapped in tin foil. If that’s what believing in her fairy tales is going to get me, I’d rather live in the real world.”
Both Lucas’s Commander and the other man known as Baker start laughing, but my eyes are glued to the man next to me who isn’t laughing at all. When the front quiets back down, Lucas murmurs, “If I’m not your prince charming anymore, then who am I Gin?”
My heart starts pounding in my chest as the truth practically slaps me in the face. With our past always between us, and Lucas’s insecurities that I haven’t really forgiven him for causing me so much pain over the years, I only hope Lucas understands what I’m trying to say when I say it. “It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.”

His eyes search my face for a minute, and just when I think I’ve screwed it all up between us again, he leans forward, puts his forehead against my own and whispers back. “It’s a damn good thing I fell in love with a good girl who knows when to be bad then.”

 




~~ Get all three books in one box set ~~

Sweet Series Box Set

Published: Dec 19th, 2016

 

Purchase Links:

Amazon
US : AU : CA : UK

iBooks
US : UK



Ex Ops Series:
 

Secret Maneuvers #1 – Available Now
Stripping Her Defenses #2 – Available Now
Mission Delivery #2.5 – Available Now

Sweet Series (Lucas Young):

Sweet Agony #1/Ex Ops #3 – Available Now
Sweet Recovery #2/Ex Ops #4 – Available Now

Sweet Eternity #3/Ex Ops #5 – Available Now

 


About the Author:Jessie Lane

 

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

 

Connect with Jessie:

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NEW RELEASE ~ Sweet Series Box Set by Jessie Lane

Sweet Series Box Set
by Jessie Lane

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Goodreads page: 

Published – Dec 19th, 2016

Available to purchase at:

Amazon

All Romance Ebooks

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

iBooks

Amazon UK

iBooks UK

Amazon CA

Amazon AU


Book Blurb:

Sweet Agony

Beware of falling in love with the boy across the street.

Disappearing from their dangerous life in Chicago, Ginny and her mother went from riches to rags by way of a new life in the sleepy, rural suburbs of New York. Under the illusion of safety, Ginny blossomed into a beautiful young woman with hopes and dreams for a future her mother was determined she would have.

Lucas Young, her best friend’s oldest brother, was the dashing hero in all of her dreams. The man she fantasized about sweeping her off her feet and giving her the happily ever after she had only heard about in her mother’s fairytales.

Sometimes, reality wasn’t what we wanted it to be, though.

What would happen when Ginny found out Lucas wasn’t her Prince Charming after all? Instead, he was a rough and tumble soldier in extremely tarnished armor who had a propensity to break her heart.

Maybe happily ever after wasn’t meant for everyone.

 

Sweet Recovery

He broke her heart… now he has to pick up the pieces.

Lucas Young met the woman meant for him when they were just children. He spent years pushing the sweet, innocent Ginny away for one reason or another instead of claiming what was his, breaking her heart in the process.

Five years later, he runs into Ginny, only he no longer recognizes the person she has become. The good-hearted, free-spirited girl he loved is now a shell of who she used to be, living the sort of life she never wanted. And Lucas is driven to find out why.

However, uncovering Ginny’s secrets will prove to be dangerous for them both.

Will he be able to piece back the broken woman who used to love him with every fiber of her being? Or did he push her away for good?

 

Sweet Eternity

Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.

Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.

Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

 


Ex Ops Series:

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Secret Maneuvers #1

Stripping Her Defenses #2

Mission Delivery #2.5

Sweet Series (Lucas Young):

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Sweet Agony #1/Ex Ops #3

Sweet Recovery #2/Ex Ops #4

Sweet Eternity #3/Ex Ops #5


Sweet Series Excerpts

Excerpt 1: Sweet Agony 

The woman I loved had disappeared almost as if she had never existed in the first place. The only evidence she’d left behind where the broken, jagged and jaded pieces of what I use to call a heart.

Here I sat in a strip club, surrounded by beautiful women and plenty of other people, and I couldn’t give two shits. I was happy for Sullivan, but his happiness was making me remember what I’d lost. Sort of like rubbing salt into an open wound. It stung like a motherfucker and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could sit here and stomach all of Riley’s good fortune.

“Holy shit. If that chick wasn’t utterly wasted, she’d be a bombshell,” I heard Chase say from the other side of the table.

Well, people watching was better than musing over what I didn’t have, so I looked up in the direction that Chase was staring in and promptly felt my stomach drop to the vicinity of my feet.

Because there, across the large VIP area, was what I’d lost.

Now, she was found.

In a micro mini red dress, she was dancing sloppily to the music, her eyes glassy, indicating she was probably high and drunk, as some playboy in a fucking suit watched her with a displeased yet possessive gaze.

Maybe Miami was the lost and found for men who had epically fucked up their love lives.

A hand clapped down on my shoulder, and I looked over to see Riley looking at me in concern.

“You okay, man? Kara just said our party room in the back is ready, and you didn’t even hear her.”

Looking over his shoulder to where Kara stood, I apologized for not hearing her, and then looked back to Sullivan. “You all go ahead. I’ve got something I need to handle first.”

Riley’s eyebrows shot up. “You do?”

I nodded.

“You need back-up?” Chase asked.

Shaking my head, I gave them the truth. “My past is flashin’ her ass in a red dress across the room and strung out of her mind. I’m gonna go find out why, and then I’m gonna be her goddamn fortune teller and explain what her fucking future is.”

“And that is?” Kara asked, eyes full of curiosity, although a smile was on her face.

“Me.”

 

Excerpt 2: Sweet Recovery 

Perhaps it was foolish to jump so blindly back in love with a man who had shredded me into almost non-existence before, but I couldn’t help myself, not when it came to Lucas Young.

On one hand, he was my kryptonite. On the other, he was my Holy Grail.

The last thing I should want, yet the very thing I needed.

The literal, breathing contradiction of my life.

The only person who could destroy me with a word and build me back up with no words at all.

 

Excerpt 3: Sweet Eternity 

“I didn’t ask you to come storming back into my life. Nor did I ask you to shoot my fiancé, or try to save me from my father—”

“You didn’t ask me?” He shook his head in frustration. “You didn’t tell me. And you sure as shit didn’t give me an S.O.S. Here’s the thing, angel; I don’t need a bat signal to see you’re knee-deep in shit with no shovel to get yourself out of it.”

My frayed nerves snapped, and I lashed out at him … literally.

With a shriek of rage, I reached up with both hands and slapped them on his chest and abdomen, trying to push him off me. Still, he straddled my waist, effectively holding me down with little to no effort. If I didn’t get some space between us, I was going to lose my mind.

Lucas tried to grab both my hands, succeeding in capturing one, and then froze in place as I pointed an accusing finger in his face with the other.

“You’re still a sarcastic pain in the ass; you know that?” I tried to push him off with my free hand again, but he struck as fast as a snake, grabbing it and securing it against his body.

Leaning forward, he growled down at me, “That’s right, baby. I’m still the overbearing jackass I was when we were growing up. And you know what? You’re still the little girl trying to hide from all her big, bad problems. Looks like we haven’t changed a bit.”


About the Author:6150577

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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NEW RELEASE ~ Sweet Eternity (Sweet Series #3/Ex Ops #5) by Jessie Lane

Sweet Eternity
by Jessie Lane

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Roses are red, my life is blue, and the man I love is a fool.

Virginia Wellington has accepted her fate of being a pawn in her father’s criminal underworld games, especially if it keeps the people she loves safe. The problem is Lucas has discovered her secrets and the reason she walked away from him. Now he’s determined to save her, even if she doesn’t want to be saved.

I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the guy who kicked Prince Charming’s ass.

Lucas Young now knows why the woman he’s loved since he was a boy disappeared from his life. It’s time he rescued his angel and showed her once and for all that by his side is exactly where she belongs.

 

Warning: This is the third (and last) book in a three-part serial spin-off from the Ex Ops Series.
Each of the three books will feature a piece of Lucas & Ginny’s story and leads directly into the next installment.
IN OTHER WORDS, NO MORE CLIFFHANGER! YIPPEE! Also, be forewarned this story will make you laugh, cry, and possibly throw your e-reader at the wall… more than once! <- You’ve been warned. 😉


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Ex Ops Series:

Secret Maneuvers #1 – Available Now

Stripping Her Defenses #2 – Available Now

Mission Delivery #2.5 – Available Now

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Sweet Agony #1/Ex Ops #3 – Available Now

Sweet Recovery #2/Ex Ops #4 – Available Now

Sweet Eternity #3/Ex Ops #5 – Available Now


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Excerpt:

Shaking my head, I tell him the god’s honest truth. “I wasn’t lying to you when I told you I’m over those fairy tales. I just want to concentrate on being here, in the moment, in real life from now on.”

“How come Gin?”

I can’t help but snort. Needless to say, it’s rather indelicate and garners the attention of the two men in front of us. That doesn’t stop me from telling Lucas exactly why I’ve given up on believing my mother’s fairy tales. “Because my mom thought she found prince charming once upon a time, and instead she ended up with an idiot wrapped in tin foil. If that’s what believing in her fairy tales is going to get me, I’d rather live in the real world.”

Both Lucas’s Commander and the other man known as Baker start laughing, but my eyes are glued to the man next to me who isn’t laughing at all. When the front quiets back down, Lucas murmurs, “If I’m not your prince charming anymore, then who am I Gin?”

My heart starts pounding in my chest as the truth practically slaps me in the face. With our past always between us, and Lucas’s insecurities that I haven’t really forgiven him for causing me so much pain over the years, I only hope Lucas understands what I’m trying to say when I say it. “It’s hard to resist a bad boy who’s a good man.”

His eyes search my face for a minute, and just when I think I’ve screwed it all up between us again, he leans forward, puts his forehead against my own and whispers back. “It’s a damn good thing I fell in love with a good girl who knows when to be bad then.”


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About the Author:6150577

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

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SALE PROMO ~ Stripping Her Defenses (Ex Ops Series #2) by Jessie Lane

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Stripping Her Defenses – Released – October 31, 2014

 

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Book Blurb:

He can’t change the scars on her body…
but fate will give him a second chance to mend the scars he put on her heart.

Riley Sullivan and the Ex Ops Team are headed to Miami undercover… as bikers. Following up a lead, the men will perform their investigation acting as members of the Regulators Motorcycle Club with the club’s permission. Surrounded by hardcore bikers and investigating missing strippers, Riley finds the last person he ever expected to see again—his ex-wife.

Kara Sullivan left the man she loved after a tragic accident cost them their unborn son. After years of therapy, she’s come to grips with the loss and has re-emerged from the pain a brand new person. That doesn’t mean she’s ready to face the man who inadvertently broke her heart, and who she’s hurt in return.

Riley has never stopped loving her and he never will. He’s ready to fix their marriage and move on with their lives, however Kara’s reluctance to renew their relationship isn’t their only problem. Danger lurks just around the corner… and there’s a chance she could disappear permanently.


This is the second book in Jessie Lane’s best-selling romantic suspense Ex Ops Series! It is also loosely connected to her other best-selling series Regulators MC co-written with USA Today Bestselling Author Chelsea Camaron.

 


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Reading Order

Ex Ops Series

Secret Maneuvers

Stripping Her Defenses

Mission Delivery

Sweet Agony

Sweet Recovery

Sweet Eternity (coming soon!)

Regulators MC Series

Ice

Hammer

Coal (coming soon!)


 

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 Excerpt:

Closing my eyes, I savored the haunting rock chords as the notes seemed to seep into me, calming my internal storm.

Halfway through the song, I heard movement behind me, the soft footsteps of a body coming down the stairs. I assumed it was Dec when nobody asked me to shut up so they could sleep. Nothing more was heard for the next few chords; as a result, I assumed he’d turned around and gone back upstairs to his hook up. My brother would know, if he found me down here playing like this, at this God-awful time in the morning, it was probably best to leave me alone.

Instead of stopping when the song was over, I slid into one of my father’s favorites next. The almost jazzy, soulful rock sound caused me to drift even further away in my mind. A distant part of me hoped to stay lost in the space forever.

I would have stayed there, too, if it hadn’t been for the husky feminine voice that started singing. If not for my seal training, I probably would have jumped straight up in the air like a startled cat.

Teagan had quietly snuck up on me in my solitude and sat on the sofa catty-corner, facing me. My eyebrows shot up in surprise to see her, of all people, but I managed to keep playing without missing a note as she crooned words with a sultry voice which had goose bumps popping up all over my body.

My father was a gamblin’ man

Down in New Orleans.

 

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk.

And the only time he’s satisfied

Is when he’s on a drunk.

 

Oh, mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done.

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun.

 

Well, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train.

I’m goin’ back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain.

 

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun.

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I’m one.

 

By the end of the song, I was glued to the sight of the tiny woman who had been singing with such feeling that her head was tipped back, eyes closed, and the look on her face was nothing short of heartbreaking. Why Teagan was in the Marine Corps and not on some stage making her living, I had no damn idea. Her voice was one of the most amazing things I’d ever heard.

Her smoky voice brought me out of my contemplation. “That’s an awfully sad song to be playing this early in the morning, Riley.”

Pursing my lips, I grabbed a new death stick out of my pack and lit it up, taking a big inhale before responding to the inquisitive redhead “That’s an awfully sad song for you to know by heart, Teagan.”

She nodded her head in silent agreement.

Tipping my head to the side, I took in her rather put together appearance without letting my surprise show on my face. It couldn’t be but three-forty in the morning by now. What in the world was Teagan doing fully dressed, as if ready to walk out the door, instead of still sleeping soundly next to her lover?

“Surprised to see you here. Didn’t know you were in town. You’re up kind of early, aren’t you?”

“Same could be said of you, Sullivan. Being up early, that is.”

When she didn’t further elaborate, I responded, “Well, I know why I’m up. What’s your excuse?”

She snorted back at me. “Last time I checked, I didn’t need an excuse to leave a man’s house. Your brother knows the score. Don’t worry about his heart being all broken up over me.”

I laughed. “No morning nookie for Dec, huh?”

An unexpected, charming blush slid up her neck and eventually covered her cheeks. “Nope. No morning nookie for Declan. In fact, I should be going.”

“What’s the rush, Teagan? You’re trying to run out of here like a scared rabbit.”

Sitting forward, she rested her elbows on her legs and seemed to consider me for a minute. Extending one finger out in my direction, she waved it in a bit of a circle at me and then asked, “You want to talk about that? The reason why you’re down here before the sun is up, all by yourself, playing sad songs and lookin’ like someone just ran over your dog?”

Taking another deep drag off my cigarette, I questioned back, “Are you deflecting because you don’t want to answer me, or is this a tit for tat scenario you’re going for?”

She shrugged. “A bit of both to be honest. But if you’re willing to answer, so am I.”

Looking back down to my guitar, I started strumming another song. “I had a dream about my wife that woke me up. Couldn’t go back to sleep after that.”

“And why would a dream about your wife cause you to dread sleeping again?”

“Because they remind me of what I’ve lost. I don’t need those reminders. I live with them every second I’m awake.”

She was silent for a second before she asked, “Is your wife dead?”

The frank question from her surprised me. “No, she’s very much alive.”

“Then what is it you’ve lost, Riley?”

Stopping my strumming fingers, I waved around to our deathly still surroundings. “Do you see her here with me? Don’t you think if I still had her, I’d be in bed with her and not down here like some heartbroken jackass?”

“If she’s not dead, then take a page out of Bobby’s book and try to fix whatever it is you think is broken. Then she could be here, instead of you sitting down here like a self-induced dumbass.”

Shooting her annoyed look, I snapped, “I tried to fucking fix it, and I couldn’t.”

“I thought you Sullivans were made of sterner stuff. I didn’t know any of you could be described as quitters.”

“Says the woman who’s practically running out of my brother’s house instead of facing him the morning after having another one-night stand with him.”

Rolling her eyes, Teagan huffed. “Your brother’s not in love with me, dummy. I doubt anyone would find him sitting in the dark at the crack of dawn, picking chords on a fucking guitar and pining away for me. You, on the other hand, are doing just that for your wife, which means maybe you should be thinking about trying to patch up things with her instead of sitting down here and feeling sorry for yourself.” Teagan got up from the couch and headed past me towards the front door.

I stopped her right before she was ready to walk out by asking, “How do you know my brother’s not in love with you?”

“Because that man isn’t capable of loving a woman more than he loves his own dick right now. And that works just fine for me because I don’t believe in love at all. And that, by the way, is also the answer to all the other questions you asked me this morning. Now we’re even.”

With that, the door closed softly behind her, and I was once again left by myself with nothing to keep me company other than a small crackling fire, my now silent guitar, and new ‘if onlys’ about what I could have done differently to have won back my Kara.

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 About the Author6150577

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

You can follow Jessie at: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, & her Amazon Author Page


 

NEW RELEASE ~ Bears Do It Better by Jessie Lane

 

Bears Do It Better is LIVE!

This is a brand new, standalone, novella in Celia Kyle’s Grayslake: More than Mated Kindle World! 

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Released 9/20/16!

Misha and Borys sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G …

Misha falls in lust at first sight with the big, sexy bear shifter, but she doesn’t have time for his mating nonsense. Raised in Russia by tiger shifters, she came to America to follow up on her first real lead for finding her biological family.

Borys wants the smokin’ hot bear who recently wandered into town. Now all he has to do is convince Misha that she’s meant to be his. The stubborn woman won’t give him the time of day, though, saying she’s looking for her kin.

His biggest problem? He might be the family she’s looking for.

 

You can find the other Grayslake: More than Mated Kindle World Stories here!


Note from Jessie:

Please know that this book is 100% standalone and is NOT part of my Big Bad Bite world! So I promises the readers that have been waiting for Big Bad Bite goodness are not missing a thing. On that note, I really do hope everyone who gets to read Bears Do It Better enjoys Borys, Misha and her snarky Aunt Arina as much as I did writing them. This family reminded me so much of a certain beloved tiger family from the Big Bad Bite series, only a bit nuttier, lol!

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT THIS RELEASE:

Bears Do It Better is available on Amazon US – exclusively. This has to do with the already understandably complicated copyright legalities of allowing one author to write in another author’s world. And this story is set in Celia Kyle’s Grayslake More than Mated Kindle World. Yes, unfortunately, that means that readers using Amazon UK, CA, and AU are going to have to be a little creative and tenacious to get ahold of a copy.

I’ve heard this trick will work for non-US readers, but I cannot guarantee it 100%.

–Log into your Amazon UK, CA, or AU account. –Add a United States address to your list of one-click addresses. You can snag one here: http://fakeusaaddress.com/. The program is only concerned with confirming it is a legit address, not your address.

–Go to Manage Your Content & Devices, and under Country settings, change your location to US. Amazon will ask you to select an address. Select the US address you added to your one-click addresses.

–Now you can click on the Amazon US link, buy the book, and it will download onto your designated device.

–Once the book is downloaded, go back through the process changing everything back to your home country.

–And lastly, accept my heartfelt apology that Amazon decided to do a US only release for the Sassy Mates Kindle World.

 


About the Author:6150577

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.

She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.

She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).

You can follow Jessie at: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, & her Amazon Author Page


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