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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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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) 

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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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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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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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You Want An Author You Can Trust To ALWAYS Deliver. And You’ve Found Him.

You know, I think we’re all looking for something that’s dependable in this book world of ours.  It’s hard to find, honestly.  I’ve liked certain authors only for them to drop a book that I think is terrible and never be able to return to their former glory in my eyes.  As authors, we try so hard to please our readers.  We go out of our way to write what we think our readers will love instead of just writing what WE love.  Sounds simple, but when you’re an author, being 100% true to yourself can be a real challenge.  That’s why I’m glad I had 2017 to put things into perspective for me.

2017: The Year of Nothing & Everything

For the first time since I started writing in 2013, a year went by without me publishing a book.  As you know, I went through some personal hell and had to fight my way through it (I’m still not even all the way through it yet!).  But in that struggle, I got to sit back and watch the book world revolve, and I got to think about myself as an author.  I got to review everything I’d ever written, evaluate it, pick it all apart, laugh at myself, get pissed at myself, and promise to come back as a brand new author for readers.  By doing nothing, I learned everything.  By the time I started writing Madman (again), I felt like I was doing it for the first time.  I was 100% locked in as I brought Solomon King to life and let go of every inhibition I had before him.  Now that Madman is done, I can never go back to whatever the hell I was feeling and doing before Solomon King forced his way into my life.  Ever.  Thanks to him, I’m ready to do what I love, exactly how I want to do it.

I’m committed to writing in a way I was never even close to before Solomon.  I feel like me and writing were just dating before, but we got married over my break in 2017, and now it has made me a brand new man.  Writing is everything to me, and that includes more than just novels.  It means novels, novellas, short stories, poems, and whatever the hell else I want to write.  This blog will expand to become all the things I have in my head that I want to get out through writing.  Some things will be saved for publishing, others will be things exclusive to this blog.  Because…

This Is What I Do

Before my surgery, I was big into lifting weights.  I actually was an amateur bodybuilder from 2006 to late 2016 when my back flipped the script on me.  I was dedicated to that long before I ever thought to write Frozen Secrets.  When my back changed the game on me, it set me free.  My love for lifting weights and standing on a stage rocking nothing but a Speedo was suppressed because I knew my body couldn’t handle it anymore.  Having to give that up left an opening in me, and it wasn’t until my spinal surgery and the recovery thereafter that I figured out how to fill the void bodybuilding left.  I’ve filled it now with writing.  I’ve loved it since I was in the 5th grade, when I was writing poems for girls and songs for my friends.  I’ve been good at this since I was 11 years old, and for the first time in my life, I’m dedicated to it–to perfecting it!  This is what I do.  I write dope ass books, and from now on, they are gonna sell their asses off, because the stories I have in me are infinite and absolute FIRE!

I found some stuff online about an author named Octavia Butler.  She was a bestselling science fiction writer who had a notebook (or a few notebooks) that she wrote in all the time.  When I saw a screenshot of one of the pages from this notebook, I lost my mind!  The woman had literally written down exactly what she was going to become as an author, and why.  She brought her dreams to life through her love for the written word and hard work.  So, I’ll wrap this blog post up with the screenshot of her notebook that helped to flip a brand new switch within me.  I am a writer.  This is what I do.  You can count on me to do it and be dope as fuck at it.  And my success hasn’t even begun yet.  2018 is the beginning of my ascent.  See To It!!

 

 

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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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Cover Reveal for Madman (Love & Chaos #1)!

“When I took my break away from the book world, I knew I had to come back with a vengeance.  Madman is my vengeance!

Check out the cover for the first book in my new series, Madman (Love & Chaos #1)!”

~ WS Greer ~

 

Release Date: February 5th, 2018

SYNOPSIS

People fear what they don’t understand. Maybe that’s why they all fear me. I’m sure they have their reasons, I just couldn’t possibly care what any of them are. As long as they’re afraid.
Born to a drug dealer father and a drug addict mother, I’ve been through enough to make a normal person lose their mind five times over. I’m not normal. Normal is for weak people, and I’m anything but weak.

My childhood was made of nightmares, but there was one light in all my darkness. Her name was Reina Wilde, and when my mother would hit me or pass out in the middle of the living room on her high, I would confide in her. We were from completely different worlds, but she meant something to me, though I never figured out what, because she left. In the years that followed, I built a reputation for myself, and let go of any and all deluded notions of love.

I’ll never go straight now. It’s just too much fun taking things from people who are powerless to stop me. And make no mistake about it, I take what I want, from who I want, when I want.

I’m infamous in this city. But everything changes when, after years apart, I finally see Reina again, and she’s standing next to my enemy–the underboss of the Philadelphia mob.

It’s not just about power anymore. It’s not about respect. No, this is personal now.
Gasoline has been thrown on the flame, and for Reina, I’m about to burn the whole world to the ground.

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A Message From The Author

“It’s been a long time coming for this book/series.  I started writing Madman in September of 2016, so to see it all coming together so perfectly feels awesome.  The character I created for this series is named Solomon King, and he and his woman, Reina Wilde, are a perfection combination.  They are fire & gasoline, TNT with the fuse set ablaze.  It’s love for the two of them, and chaos for everyone around them.  They will set the world on fire and watch the ashes pile up around them.  I don’t need to keep going on and on about them.  On February 5th, they’re gonna speak for themselves, and once you hear Solomon, you’ll never forget him!” 

 
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I Left the Book Game for Nearly a Year. Here’s Why.

2017 has kicked the crap outta me.

I started writing Madman (Love & Chaos #1) in September of 2016, but I put it on hold so that I could write Red Snow and have it released by the end of that year.  Once Red Snow dropped, I wanted to pick Madman back up, but my spine had other ideas.  I had a nerve being pinched by 2 discs in my spine, and it was causing some major pain & numbness in my right leg & foot.  So, the Air Force, after countless spinal injections and physical therapy, finally decided to give me spinal surgery.

So, I dropped everything and had my back cut open on April 28th, and spent the summer trying to recover.  I wasn’t getting any writing done, and the Air Force decided since I got my surgery, they wanted to make sure I was still capable of being an Airmen at all.  So, they started making me jump through tons of hoops to see if I can still do my job, and I’ve been fighting for months trying to prove myself, while also still trying to recover from the surgery.  It’s been a real bitch.

But the good news is that years of bodybuilding and protein have made me pretty damn strong, so when the Air Force started testing me, I started grinding.  I got off my ass and started working out and eating right again.  I lost some body fat, got my cardio on and passed the shit out of an Air Force PT test with a score of 92.8!  Not to toot my own horn, but I killed that shit.  Passing a full test 7 months after having surgery on your spine isn’t exactly the norm.  Plus, I did it while writing the book I’ve been working on for over a year now.  As I traveled on the plane coming back from seeing the VA in California, I finished writing Madman!  I still don’t have an answer from the Air Force regarding whether or not I can stay in, but passing that test was extremely important and gives me a great chance at saving my career.

So, needless to say, it’s been a bitch, but I’ve been fighting and working.  I couldn’t be prouder of what I’ve been able to accomplish since the surgery, and that’s why this book is so special and important to me.  I wrote this novel while struggling through the roughest year of my career, so to see it wrapping up now feels amazing.  Madman is BY FAR the best thing I’ve ever written, so now that I’m back in the book world, I couldn’t be happier about the work I’m coming back with.  I’ve got a cover reveal coming up, ARCs coming in December, and a ton of teasers to get you just as hyped as I am about this novel/series.  So get ready book world, I’m back!

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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 November 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Cover RE-Reveal for Long Live the King

FINALLY!!  After lots of thought, and a ton of ridiculous waiting for Amazon to get their head out of their asses, I’m finally able to bring you the cover re-reveal for Long Live the King!!  Check this baby out!

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Oh I just love it so much!!  I have to give big, huge, props to my designer, Robin, for being so incredibly, insanely talented.  All I have to do is show her a pic and mention my vision, and she brings the whole thing to life in no time at all.  It’s been a great 3 and a half years working with her, and I wouldn’t use another cover designer if my life depended on it.  Fuck it, kill me, but I’m using Robin!

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So I decided to redo the cover for LLTK after l took a look at the cover of Kingpin, and kept thinking about how much more I liked that cover over the LLTK cover.  Then I remembered how I did something I knew I didn’t want to do originally.  I always wanted the same model for the two covers, but I went against my gut, and that’s a no-no.  So, I took it back to where it needed to go, and this book now has the type of cover the story needs.

This series is soooooo good!  It’s the best thing I’ve published so far, and my favorite published book with my favorite published characters (notice I keep saying “published”? New awesomeness is on the way.  Solomon says Hi, by the way :)).  So to commemorate the release of the new cover, I’m putting both books in the series on sale for 99¢!  So head on over to Amazon, B&N, iBooks, or Kobo, and one-click Kingpin and Long Live the King right now!!  Dominic and Alananah’s story is amazing, and you can get it now on sale!!  Go one-click!

 

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