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New BOSS Teaser!

What up, my lovely followers?  I totally meant to get this teaser sent out yesterday, but time got the best of me, so I had to skip it.  Deployments are crazy like that.  I’ve still got 3 and a half months left in this bitch, too.  Ugh.  Oh well, what can ya do?  I will, however, do my best to get teasers out to my blog followers before they go out anywhere else.  So, without further ado, here’s the newest teaser for Boss, hitting shelves May 7th!  PREORDER YOUR COPY TODAY!

 

 

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Posted by on March 21, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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New Teaser/Excerpt from BOSS

Wanna hear a short but funny story?  Facebook actually blocked me from running an ad using this teaser, just because it had the word DAMN in it.  I really thought they’d shoot it down because of the background image of the girl being fucked up against the wall, but nope!  They were cool with that, but the word DAMN, well that really crossed the blurry Facebook line and they just couldn’t let that one slide.  So fucking annoying!  But it’s all good.  Here, I can say and do whatever the DAMN I want.  Well, that word doesn’t really fit there, but like I said, I can do what I want on my blog, so I can put the word DAMN wherever I say it fits, and if you’re following this blog, you get all of me and my teasers completely uncensored!  So, without further ado, I bring you the first teaser for BOSS!

 

 

There will be a lot more where this came from, as we get closer and closer to May 7th, when BOSS hits shelves everywhere.  If you like what you see here, you know what you gotta do, right?  You gotta preorder BOSS right now, and I got you on that.  Follow any of the links below to your retailer of choice and 1-click that preorder button so that when BOSS drops on May 7th, you get it first!  And here’s a little secret… you ready?  BOSS drops on a Tuesday, and on the first weekend of it being out, the price is going up from $2.99, to $3.99, so get it while it’s a dollar cheaper, and don’t risk missing out on that.  Go preorder BOSS today, and stay tuned.  I’ve got a lot more coming as I muscle my way back into this book world of ours.  “Let’s get it.”

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~ International bestselling author WS Greer is at his all-time best in this long-awaited mafia romantic suspense standalone. BOSS is action-packed, scorching hot, and will have you out of breath as you struggle to turn the pages fast enough. ~

I was never supposed to be anything special. Born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn, I was supposed to know my place, and grow up to be absolutely nothing. But what they never knew was that I’ve always been special, just not in the way the world defines the word.

I’m special because I’m more ambitious than them. I’m smarter, and much more violent. When you add it all up, you get a man who’s capable of creating something out of nothing… a brand new mafia family right in the heart of New York. They have no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go to make my family unstoppable.

I don’t care which Italian mob family thinks they run this city. Their rules don’t apply to me. Tell me I can’t take over this borough, I’ll take it. Tell me I can’t overpower the mafia, I’ll crush them. Tell me I can’t touch a mob boss’s daughter, and I’m gonna touch her up-and-down with my hands and tongue, until she screams she belongs to me loud enough for her father hear, and then the two of us are going to bring the entire structure of things crashing down around our enemies. She’ll be my Bonnie, and I’ll be the baddest Clyde the world has ever seen.

They say we’re angry for how we’ve been treated. Well, she and I are smart enough to know that if you get angry enough, and you harness your emotions just right, you get two things: passionate love, and a wildfire hot enough to burn down everything that ever held you back. This time, two wrongs will make it right.

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

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BOSS Cover Reveal!

CHECK OUT THE COVER TO BOSS, A NEW MAFIA ROMANTIC SUSPENSE FROM INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR, WS GREER!!

Release Date: May 7th, 2019

SYNOPSIS

I was never supposed to be anything special. Born and raised in Brownsville, Brooklyn, I was supposed to know my place, and grow up to be absolutely nothing. But what they never knew was that I’ve always been special, just not in the way the world defines the word.

I’m special because I’m more ambitious than them. I’m smarter, and much more violent. When you add it all up, you get a man who’s capable of creating something out of nothing… a brand new mafia family right in the heart of New York. They have no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go to make my family unstoppable.

I don’t care which Italian mob family thinks they run this city. Their rules don’t apply to me. Tell me I can’t take over this borough, I’ll take it. Tell me I can’t overpower the mafia, I’ll crush them. Tell me I can’t touch a mob boss’s daughter, and I’m gonna touch her up-and-down with my hands and tongue, until she screams she belongs to me loud enough for her father hear, and then the two of us are going to bring the entire structure of things crashing down around our enemies. She’ll be my Bonnie, and I’ll be the baddest Clyde the world has ever seen.

They say we’re angry for how we’ve been treated. Well, she and I are smart enough to know that if you get angry enough, and you harness your emotions just right, you get two things: passionate love, and a wildfire hot enough to burn down everything that ever held you back. This time, two wrongs will make it right.

~ International bestselling author WS Greer is at his all-time best in this long-awaited mafia romantic suspense standalone. BOSS is action-packed, scorching hot, and will have you out of breath as you struggle to turn the pages fast enough. ~

Coming May 7th, 2019.

*Due to graphic scenes and sexual scenarios, this book is recommended for readers 18+.*

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A Message From The Author

“After everything Wifey and I have been through with my Air Force career and the birth of our 3rd child, I wanted to come back with something dope.  I wanted to be in my comfort zone, doing the thing that people loved me doing the most, and that’s mafia romantic suspense.  It started with Claiming Carter and the Carter Trilogy.  Then came Kingpin and the Italian Mafia Romance dualogy.  Now it’s all about BOSS.  Amari Goddard is a new character, and I think I’ve wanted to do a character like him for a long time.  Never have I ever connected with a character on a personal level like this.  I feel like he’s me, if I had grown up to vicious gangster on the street of New York.  I LOVE Amari and Gianna’s story.  It took me for a wild ride, with all kinds of jump scares and twists, unlike any book I’ve written before.  Get ready for a hot, violent, vengeful joyride, coming to you on May 7th!” 

 
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Posted by on February 16, 2019 in Uncategorized

 

Fall In Love With The Psychopath of Your Dreams! – Madman is LIVE!

Ladies & gentlemen, a new breed of villain has finally arrived!!  Madman (Love & Chaos #1) is LIVE!!!

 

This book is over a year in the making, and I couldn’t be more excited about the fact that it is now available for the world to purchase!  I just want to thank every fan out there that has ever bought one of my now ten published books!!  I wouldn’t be where I am without the help of people who decided to take a chance on me and my writing.  I thank you, my family thanks you!

If you haven’t read Madman yet, just know that you’re getting yourself into something new.  Solomon King is not like other book characters.  He’s not like typical book boyfriends.  He’s a psychopath, and he has no problem hurting people.  No one is exempt, except his woman, Reina Wilde.  These two are a couple like no other, and you’re gonna need to strap yourself down while you read their story.

I’ve published 10 books in my life, and I’m telling you right now, Madman is the best book I’ve ever written, hands down!  Go 1-click Madman (Love & Chaos #1) right now, and fall in love with the psychopath of your dreams!

 

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Check out these other great titles from W.S. Greer

Frozen Secrets (A Loose Cannon Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

Worth Saving

Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance #1)

Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance #2) 

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel)

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Posted by on February 6, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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SNEAK PEAK! – The Entire First Chapter of Madman (Love & Chaos #1)

THIS IS THE WAY BOY MEETS GIRL… A BEAST MEETS A MONSTER.

 

PART ONE

 

2008

 

*ASCENSION*

 

 

Chapter 1

 

The world is gray.

No surprise there.  How else would I expect it to look on my seventeenth birthday?

I step out of my rundown house and breathe in the chilled air, nearly freezing my lungs in the process.  On the other side of the door that’s closing behind me, is my thirty-four-year-old mother, who’s passed out on the filthy living room floor with a needle in her arm.  Again.  Whitney—the woman I have no choice but to call my mother—decided to use my birthday as an excuse to push more heroin into her veins.  It was a time to celebrate, she said, as she pressed the plunger and fell into a lifeless stupor on the couch, just before losing control of her bodily functions and sliding down to the floor where I left her.  Happy Birthday, Solomon King.

I can see my breath as I step off the squeaky, dilapidated porch and zip up my new coat.  It’s thick, with a Philadelphia Eagles logo on the back.  Really nice.  It’s mine, but it wasn’t always.  Because who are we kidding?  Isn’t it obvious?  Whitney is a junkie, so we all know she would never save enough money to buy me this coat.  But it’s freezing in South Philly in December, so I needed something to keep me warm.  I also needed these Timberland boots and sweatpants, just like I needed this Eagles beanie, and when you live in Strawberry Mansion with a junkie for a mother, you do what you’ve got to do.  You take what you need, and make no mistake about it, I take what I want, when I want, from who I want.  So let’s just say I needed the clothes I’m wearing more than the little rich prick I took them from.  I’m sure his mother and father love him to the moon and back, so he probably has five new Eagles coats to replace the one I stole from him.  Don’t feel bad for him.  I don’t.

I walk out of my yard, closing the rusty fence behind me, and start down the street toward Aaron’s Arcade.  It’s only a block away from the shit-pile I call home, and as I walk on the gray sidewalks that are glistening with pellets of ice, bypassing rundown house after rundown house, I pass a group of bums on the corner huddling around a metal trash can with a fire blazing inside of it.  The flames release tiny embers that float around the entire group as they warm their hands and skinny bodies.  There’s four of them, and as I walk past, one of them notices me.  He’s the smallest of the four at maybe five-six or seven, and probably the youngest with the most to prove, but his glaring eyes catch the attention of the others, and before long, all of them are looking me up and down.  They see my fancy coat and Timberland boots.  I bet they’re thinking about how warm I look, because all of them have little thin jackets that look like they’re not offering nearly enough warmth.  I see them watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I press on without care.

“Nice coat, kid,” the little one says.  He steps away from the crowd as if he might walk towards me.  That’s when I stop walking and face them, smiling.

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you to say.  I bet it’d fit you nice and snug,” I say with amusement dripping from my words.  I smile at the little black kid, and he glares back, but it slowly fades and morphs into confusion.  He looks like he doesn’t know what to think of my smile, then turns around to look at his crew.

The biggest guy in the group is lanky with a thick beard that could use the love and affection of a comb, and he leans forward, squinting his eyes to see me better.  His face freezes when he recognizes me.

“Come back over here, Darnell,” the big one says to the little one.  “That’s Solomon.”

“What?  I don’t care who he is,” Darnell spits back, trying his best to stay tough, but the tall one won’t let it go.

“Yes you do,” he replies.  “Just come back.  Let it go.”

“Oh, don’t let him discourage you, Darnell,” I interject, taking a step towards him.  “I’d love to play.”

Little Darnell frowns again, before finally listening to his inner-self and stepping back over to the burning trash can.  He re-enters into the empty space he just vacated and flashes me his best tough-guy-frown.  I tilt my head, poke my lip out and pout in disappointment, just as I turn and continue on my path.  As I walk away, I hear the tall one say, “Don’t mess with that kid, man.  I’ve heard about him.”

The rest of my walk to the arcade is quiet.  Nothing but the sound of my own footsteps and rows of broken down houses.  The cars that pass aren’t fancy or flashy, and the passengers inside are just as beaten down as the automobiles. The trees have no leaves in December, and they seem to represent Strawberry Mansion perfectly—dead and ugly, but still standing, barely.

Most people are inside because it’s too cold to be out here, so I don’t see another person until I reach Aaron’s.  As I approach the arcade, my first thought is that I’m probably going to have to punk some kid for his money, because I only have two bucks in my pocket, and I’m going to burn through that pretty quick.  But as I walk past the narrow alley just before the entrance, I see something out of the corner of my eye.

In the middle of the alley, I see commotion that surprises me.  It’s two boys and a girl, standing perfectly between the entrance and exit of the grimy alley.  They’re arguing about something I can’t make out, but my eyes are drawn to the girl.  She doesn’t look like she’s from around here.  She has blonde hair, full lips, a thin nose, and blue eyes I can see all the way from over here.  She’s wearing a white sweater and has a look on her face that says she isn’t even remotely afraid of the boys who are laughing at her for some reason.  She’s holding her own, and I like the show the three of them are putting on in front of me, so I decide not to go into Aaron’s just yet.  While I watch in amusement and wonder, I reach into the pocket of my sweats with my right hand, carefully bypassing the gun I keep there, and pull out my lighter, while simultaneously pulling my cigarettes out of the other pocket with my left hand, making sure to avoid the box cutter I keep in that particular pocket.  I light one up and lean against the side of the brick building, just as the blonde girl reaches back and slaps one of the boys right in the face.

Not a second later, the heavy-set boy she hit pushes her, sending her falling backwards onto the cold, slick cement.

“Bitch!” the boy yells.  He’s filled with a lot of pride for a guy his size picking on a girl her size.  He even puffs out his chest a little.  When I look at him, two things stand out to me.  One: he has a hard time growing facial hair, but he’s really trying because he thinks it’ll make him look tougher.  Two: he’s done this before and has signature moves for being intimidating, and sticking out his flabby chest is one of them.

The other boy is tall and slender, and he has the look of a kid who spends his free time dressing up in a Nazi uniform and doing that stupid salute to himself in the mirror, with his thick blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes.  He screams something about money at the girl, so from the looks of it, I’ve walked up on an attempted robbery.  My, my.  This is just the kind of thing that puts a smile on my face, but usually it’s me who’s doing the robbing.

When the Nazi boy reaches down to try to dig into the girl’s pocket, she kicks him in the chest and he stumbles back, hitting the dumpster behind him.  I smile as I watch this girl get up and throw a punch at the chunkier boy, hitting him in the jaw.  The only problem is that this girl is just too small, and the chubby boy is pissed off now.  He draws back and slaps her across the face, but to my delighted surprise, she doesn’t scream out in pain, and she doesn’t run away.  She stands up tall, and tries to punch him again, but the Nazi grabs her arm and throws her back down to the ground.  The two of them jump on her and start trying to dig into her pockets and take off her watch.  Whoever bought her those nice clothes is going to be pissed when they see how dirty they are now.  The boys are too strong for her, and she’s being overpowered by both of them, and that just doesn’t sit well with me.  I put out my cigarette on the brick wall beside me and start down the alley, clapping my hands in delight.

“Well done!” I shout, grabbing their attention.  “What a show!  I was quite entertained for a moment there.”

“Hey, just get the hell out of here, man,” the slender one says to me as he leans over the girl, still taking off her watch.  “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t,” I reply, swaying my head back and forth.  “But I’m here now, and the sight of two boys pushing around a little blonde girl—well that doesn’t put a smile on my face.”

“Hey bro,” the chunky one says as he stands up straight and turns to me, showing me his linebacker physique.  Now that I’m closer, I can tell he’s a thick kid, not just chubby.  I can see he’s broad-shouldered even under his black leather jacket.  “You sure you want this to be your problem?”

I let out a laugh that seems to rattle both of the boys, and it puts a frown on the girls face.

“Oh I’m sure,” I answer, still smiling like a kid on his birthday.  How perfect.  This is my present!  “Nothing would bring me more joy.”

I’ve never been the type to rely on a lot of talking.  Instead, I let actions speak for me, which has built me a reputation that obviously hasn’t reached these two.  So I decide to show them.

Without another word, I charge at the thicker kid and tackle him.  The two of us bounce off of a dumpster before crashing to the ground, and the second we land, I start swinging.  My fists connect with his chubby face over and over again, and he’s defenseless with me sitting on top of him.  Blood explodes from his face and flies all over the ground of the alley.  Every time I hit him, more blood splatters on my fists and face, and for some reason I can’t explain, it makes me laugh.  The sight of his bloody face is hysterical to me, especially after he was trying so hard to be tough on this little blonde girl.  So I punch him and laugh like a birthday-boy should!

You see, other people are about trying to force you to believe something without showing you it’s real. They have no evidence of what they’re trying to convince you of.  They want you to fear them so that they don’t ever have to show you just how weak they actually are.  They hope to scare you away before the fight ever begins because deep down inside, they’re even more afraid than you are.  Me?  I want to show you.  I want you to see it firsthand so that it’s engraved in your mind forever!  I want you to fear my actions first and foremost.  Once I stop talking, that’s when you should be running.

It seems like a full thirty seconds goes by before I realize I’m still punching this kid in his face.  From the looks of it, he at least has a broken nose, and maybe even a broken jaw, though I’m not certain.  It’s hard to tell with all the blood.  My breathing is heavy, and just as I go to get up, the slender kid takes a step towards me, finally ready to try to get me off of his bloody friend.  As soon as I see his foot move in my direction, I pull my nine millimeter out of my pants pocket and whip him across the face with it.  Blood flies through the air and splatters on the girl’s sweater, making her jump back.  The slender kid cries out in pain as I stand all the way up and aim the pistol at the back of his head, while he holds the gash on his cheek as it drips with blood.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say to him as he hunches over, crying.  “Did I get you there?  Oops.  Look at me, Slender.”  When he doesn’t turn to face me, I get annoyed.  “I said look at me!”

The boy has tears streaming down his face as he turns around.  I can see the gash on his cheek, and I’m sure he’ll need some stitches.  Perfect!

“Momma’s going to want to know what happened there,” I say with a chuckle.  “I’d like to shoot you right between the eyes, but that’d take all the fun out of knowing you’re gonna have a big scar on your face for a long time.  When people ask you what happened, you tell them that you met someone special.  Someone who changed your life forever with just one encounter.  Tell them his name was Solomon King.  Now go.”  The kid looks down at his friend for support, but that’s useless.  “Looks like your friend needs to sleep our encounter off for a while.  You’ll have to go without him.”

The slender kid nods his head, turns on his heel, and runs the other direction.

I take a deep breath and let out a loud exhale as I tuck the stolen gun back into my pants.  The blonde girl is still on the ground looking up at me.  I can’t make out what her eyes are saying, but she’s staring at me like she’s never seen anything like me before.  Little does she know that she hasn’t.

I don’t ask her if she’s okay.  I saw what happened and I know she is.  Doesn’t really matter to me anyway.  I didn’t do this for her.  Before I leave, I reach into the half-dead chubby kid’s pocket and take a twenty-dollar bill he has, then I look at the blonde again because she’s still staring without saying anything.

We exchange a long look into each other’s eyes, but I eventually get bored and start to walk back the way I came from, just as she starts to get up and dust herself off.

“Hey,” she calls out before I turn the corner.  Her voice is smooth and pleasant.  Not something I’m used to.  “You come here all the time?  To this arcade, I mean.”

I look over my shoulder and answer, “Guess so.”

“I have to go now, but if you come here often, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Guess so,” I reply as I turn the corner and walk into the entrance of the arcade with blood on my face and hands, and an extra twenty dollars to spend.  Happy Birthday, Solomon King.

 

GET READY FOR THE REST OF MADMAN (LOVE & CHAOS #1), HITTING SHELVES FEBRUARY 5TH!

 

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Check out these other great titles from W.S. Greer

Frozen Secrets (A Loose Cannon Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

Worth Saving

Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance #1)

Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance #2) 

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel)

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Posted by on February 1, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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Inside The Mind of a Madman – Q&A

There’s nothing like an inside scoop.  Being able to go behind the scenes and get answers that nobody else has is always cool, which is why I’ve always loved interviews and Q&As.  Maybe I’m a bit narcissistic (I’ve been accused of as much, lol), but I like being asked questions about my work.  It’s honestly because I love what I do, so naturally, I love being able to talk about it. It’s not narcissism, it’s passion.  Don’t confuse the two.  Writing is what I do, it’s my passion in life outside of loving my family, so talking about it gets me fired up.  It gets me excited, and I honestly could answer questions about it all day every day (if you have questions about writing, or publishing, or anything writing related, ask me!  I love this stuff!)  So, below you’ll find a few questions I’ve received since I started the beta/ARC process for Madman (Love & Chaos #1), and I’m expanding on the answers specifically for this blog post.  Solomon and his intense, psychotic personality have been the most frequent topic, so I decided to give my readers & book fans some insight on Solomon King.  Step inside the mind of a madman

Q:   Wow!  I just finished Madman, and Solomon is my favorite thing in the world right now!  You did a great job with him.  What on earth made you come up with a character like him?

A:  Lol!  Well, thank you!  He’s by far my favorite character of all time, hands down.  Solomon is actually the culmination of a few ideas.  First off, I’ve been craving a character like him since I started writing.  I’ve always thought that James Patterson was dope, and the way he created so many stories for Alex Cross was always awesome to me.  I’ve been wanting a character that I loved more than all the others for a while, but every other character I made just didn’t check all the boxes of the type of guy who I’d never get tired of writing.  Solomon checks off all the boxes.

Secondly, I originally got the personality for Solomon from a movie.  We took the family to go see Suicide Squad, and seeing Jared Leto’s version of the Joker really got me thinking.  I wanted to create a complete psycho who was wild and unpredictable just like the Joker.  I wanted a completely insane, psychopath, who isn’t interested in redeeming himself in the eyes of the reader.  He’s too crazy to care about whether the reader will like his actions or not.  He will set your house on fire with you in it, then laugh as he watches it burn, all while still being completely in love with his woman!  How dope is that?!  I didn’t want the violent side of Joker & Harley’s relationship, but I wanted their passionate, insane love, and that’s how Solomon King and Madman were born.

Q: I don’t know how you did it, but you somehow managed to push the limits of how far a character could go without making me think it was too far.  Were you ever worried that readers would think Solomon goes too far?

A:  Definitely not.  I took a break from writing before I was able to really dive into Madman, and during that break I fell into a new mindset about writing.  I realized that my passion for writing could only be properly fueled by the freedom to write what I want, how I want.  I can’t love it if I can’t express myself through it freely.  So, when I started getting into writing Madman, I decided that it was going to be no holds barred.  Solomon is a psycho, so there’s no such thing as going too far to him.  he doesn’t put limits on himself at all, and to him, he’s unstoppable.  He does what he wants, and dares someone to challenge him on it.  The only redeeming quality he really has is that he’s in love with Reina.  That’s all I wanted him to have.  His other character traits are perfect to me.  He’s a madman, through & through.

Q: This book really has a Joker/Harley type feel to it.  Is that on purpose?

A: Yep.  What’s more entertaining and fun to write than two psychos who are in love?!  The series title, Love & Chaos, couldn’t have been more perfect.  That’s what Reina and Solomon are, they are love & chaos personified.

Q:  Was it difficult writing Solomon’s eccentric, erratic, violent, yet genius personality?  He’s crazy and smart at the same time.

A: Nah, I wouldn’t say it was difficult.  it was more fun than anything else.  I tend to write in the male POV because I like becoming my characters.  I didn’t get to become an actor in life, so I kind of live out that dream by becoming these book characters and seeing how deep I go.  So, it was a blast being able to become Solomon and say craziness that I knew I would never say myself.  After he’d say or do something crazy, I’d read it back and laugh to myself, thinking, “Holy shit this guy is nuts, and I love it!”

Q: How many books do you have planned for the Love & Chaos Series?

A:  I don’t know, but I feel like these characters could go on for a long time.  I love them so much, I couldn’t bear to see them go anytime soon.  The possibilities for these two are endless, and I already have 3 more story lines for them, and all 3 of them absolutely have to become novels, plus I’m already writing a novella between books 1 & 2.  I may take a break from them and write another story in 2019, but I’ll come back to them after that.  I fell in love with Solomon & Reina.  They made me love writing in a way I hadn’t yet discovered.  I owe it to them to keep them alive and use them as a way to re-ignite my fire if ever it starts to get tired and burn out.

 

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Check out these other great titles from W.S. Greer

Frozen Secrets (A Loose Cannon Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

Worth Saving

Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance #1)

Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance #2) 

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel)

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Posted by on January 10, 2018 in Uncategorized

 

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It’s 2018. Speak It Into Existence… I Am A Writer.

Happy New Year!  It’s 2018 now, and I’m gonna let you in on a little secret.  You ready?  This year, everything is going to change for me.  I’ve been writing books since 2013, and I’ve always thought of it as less than a hobby.  I’d be all, “The Air Force is my job, the gym is my hobby, (I was an amateur bodybuilder from 2006 to 2016) writing books is my hobby.”  I did pretty well for myself in the 4 years I released 9 books.  Made decent money and had a few bestsellers, one international bestseller.  Not bad for less than a hobby, huh?

Well, that is all over.  On my last blog post, I posted a screenshot of bestselling author Octavia Butler’s journal.  In this journal, Octavia wrote out a bunch of stuff and decided that she was going to speak all of it into existence.  For example, here’s another page from that same journal…

If you didn’t already know, Octavia Butler went on to become exactly what she said she would.  From the moment I saw that journal screenshot on Twitter, I’ve been obsessed with it, and I think about it all the time.  I pretty much live this train of thought now, and after having spinal surgery in 2017 and not being able to release a book, I was able to reevaluate my life and decided to change things up.  My bodybuilding days are over since the surgery, and after not being able to write for so long in 2017, I realized that writing is now what I do.  This is it, and I’ve never loved it more than I do right now.  Yes, I’m still in the Air Force, but writing is what I do.  So, in the spirit of Octavia Butler, it’s time to speak it into existence.  You with me?  Let’s do this!

I AM A BESTSELLING WRITER.  WRITING IS WHAT I DO.  THE DAYS OF MINIMAL SALES ARE OVER.  STARTING WITH MADMAN, EVERY ONE OF MY BOOKS WILL BE AN INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER.  THEY WILL MAKE IT TO THE TOP BESTSELLER’S LISTS, STARTING WITH AMAZON, THEN ON TO USA TODAY, THE NY TIMES, THE WASHINGTON POST, AND SO ON AND SO FORTH.  THIS WILL HAPPEN WHETHER THE BIG BLOGS PUSH MY WORK OR NOT, WHETHER I’M EVER PAID AN ADVANCE OR NOT, WHETHER I EVER BECOME TRADITIONALLY PUBLISHED OR NOT.

THIS IS MY LIFE.  EVERYTHING I WRITE IS DOPE.  EVERY BLOG POST, EVERY FACEBOOK STATUS, TWITTER POST, NOVEL, SHORT STORY, NOVELLA, AND POEM IS FILLED WITH INTENSITY AND INTRIGUE, AND DRAWS READERS IN.  I WILL BE KNOWN AS A GREAT WRITER IN THIS LIFE OF MINE.  I WILL TOP MULTIPLE BESTSELLER’S LISTS.  I WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN.  SO BE IT.  SEE TO IT.  THIS IS MY LIFE.

I AM A WRITER.

Happy New Year.  Welcome to 2018, the year I became a writer.  Now, get ready for Madman (Love & Chaos #1), coming on February 5th!

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