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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) 

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel)

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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) 

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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

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Red Snow – Cover Reveal!

“I’m Jarrod Granger, 

a confident, brash, smart ass who gets sh*t done.  If you don’t like me, fu*k you.  

Your hate won’t stop me from fu*king the next girl, or solving the next case.  I’m untouchable.”

Red Snow (A Loose Cannon Novel) by WS Greer

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Release Date: December 5th

Genre: Suspense/Romantic Suspense

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Blurb:

My name is Detective Jarrod Granger, and you can say what you want about me. Call me arrogant, call me cocky, call me a man-whore, call me a renegade, call me an asshole, call me a loose cannon. But one thing you can never say about me is that I don’t get the job done.

I’ve dedicated my entire rocky, sex-fueled, tumultuous life to bringing down bad guys. I may not be able to keep a relationship, I may bounce from woman to woman like it’s some sort of competition, I may fu*k and drink like there’s no tomorrow, but if you’re a criminal and on my radar, you’re the one who’s fu*ked.

So when a woman is brutally murdered, decapitated, and put on display like a snowman in front of an elementary school, there’s no other choice on who can handle it.

This kind of case requires someone willing to break the rules, someone who’ll go the extra mile.  It requires someone cocky, someone confident.  A loose cannon.  Because only someone whose life is a boiling hot mess of sex, liquor, and violence will be willing to do what it takes to hunt this killer down. 

Sometimes it takes a man straddling the line between sane and crazy to catch a psycho.

 

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A message from WS Greer

“This book is everything to me.  After gaining some success and a good following with my last series, I didn’t know if I’d be able to top it, and I definitely didn’t think I’d be able to have a character who would trump all my others.  It all came together in Red Snow.  Jarrod Granger is me at my absolute best, and writing this story around him has been the most fun I’ve ever had during any writing process.  The cover, the blurb, the characters, EVERYTHING, it all came together better than anything I’ve ever done before, and I can’t wait for the world to get their hands on it.  December seriously can’t come fast enough!. 

Jarrod is a fu*king storm about to come rain all over everything.  He’s hot, sexy, crude, smart as fu*k, and the ultimate bad ass.  His entire life is a sex-fueled roller-coaster ride of drama, and I love it!  I love him!  You like alpha males?  Jarrod Granger is here to kick your favorite alpha males ass.  He’s the ultimate loose cannon, and it’s a good thing I’m releasing this cover 2 months before the book goes live, because you’re gonna need time to prepare for Jarrod’s arrival.”

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Get ready for the roller-coaster ride of a lifetime when Red Snow hits shelves December 5th!!

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The Gate is Wide Open – Following Kingpin

When I was writing Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance Duet #1), I knew it was going to change everything.  I could feel it when I was typing the words, when the phrases flowed out like water after the dam breaks.  I knew it when I felt more motivated and excited to promote and advertise for Kingpin, and I felt it in my gut when people kept saying they were just as hyped up about the release as I was.  Then, on May 2nd, it happened.  The change I had been waiting for finally came.  Kingpin quickly became my bestselling book to date, an international bestseller, and I was suddenly a somebody on the cusp of becoming a bigger somebody in this game.  The reviews poured in and people started talking about me, wondering if I was a man or a woman and all kinds of other shit.  Just like that, everything changed.  WS Greer came to life.

Now, here we are, a month and a half after Kingpin’s release, and it feels like everything I did before May 2nd was just a dream.  I don’t think about any of this stuff the same way now.  It’s like I got a big, fat, boost of confidence in myself, and the freakin’ flood gates are wide open.  I’m currently in the middle of writing Long Live the King (An Italian Mafia Romance Duet #2), and I feel like a man possessed (yes, I am a man).  I feel more motivated than ever to do this my way, because I know that doing it my way is the only way that makes sense for me.  It might not work for anybody else, but it only has to work for me.  When I write for LLtK (Long Live the King), it’s like I go into a different zone.  I’m like a damn genius with words, metaphors, and similes.  I edit like nobody’s business, and my imagination is live and vivid like I’m watching it in my living room on my 65″ LED TV.  I hate that I wasted so much time trying to be something I’m not, but now that I’m doing this my way and for myself, it’s on like never before.  I’m a mission.  I’m gonna be the hottest male author in the indie game, and what’s more, I’m gonna do it without selling myself out and writing “what’s hot.”  I’m gonna do it by writing exactly what I want, and it’s gonna blow your minds, because when I’m doing it for me, I’m actually really good at this shit (forgive me for the brief moment of tooting my own horn)  Mark my words.  Kingpin was just the beginning.

So before I go, here’s my promise to you.  If you loved Kingpin, that’s awesome, and I thank you for taking a chance with me and eagerly awaiting what I have coming next to see if I can sustain this momentum—to see if I’m really as good as Kingpin made it look like I am.  Well, I promise you, I’m that good (horn tooting again, sorry), and Long Live the King is going to BLOW YOU AWAY.  You’ve never read a mafia romance like this.  And I can’t wait to read your reviews and messages when you finish it and have the most insane book hangover you’ve ever experienced.  The flood gates are wide open, and I’m gonna live up to the tagline in my new logo.  Just you wait and see.

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Worth Saving Is Finished!!

11057280_1652148701695939_8746065792792245937_n  So, this happened!!  Yep, I FINALLY finished writing Worth Saving!!  This has been a  long journey.  It’s been tough, and a pain in the ass, but I did it.  The fact that I had to do more  revisions than I ever did on all my other books combined, really makes it that much sweeter that I  finished it.  It was a bitch, but here’s why…

 I don’t read romance.  Never have.  If you’ve been following me in the book world, you already  know I love suspense.  If I could, suspense is all I’d write, and it’s all I’d read… well, it IS all I  read. But as far as writing is concerned, I’m not in the position to write a bunch of suspense  books.  The indie world just isn’t there at the moment.  I’ve already had a big fat rant on this blog  stating my hatred for erotica, and that hatred is still as strong as it was before, so I’m obviously  not reading or writing that.  So, I decided I wanted to write contemporary romance for the first  time ever, even  though I’ve never read a romance novel.  The result was me getting my ass  kicked for, like, three months during the writing process.

I started writing and didn’t let anyone read what I was doing, which is a first for me.  I waited until I got 19 chapters in before I sent it to someone I trust, who promptly told me the story was missing something.  I tried to do what she told me to do, but even after those revisions, I still wasn’t feeling very confident.  So, I read a romance, my very first romance ever. The book I read was absolutely phenomenal, and it taught me so much.  The next thing I knew, I was revising everyday like crazy person, and I ended up adding 8 new chapters to my story.  Eight!!  It changed my whole book and brought out the potential I knew this book had when I first thought it up.  I put this in my acknowledgements sections earlier today already, but I have to shout out my friend Tonya, and my wife Isabel for helping me turn this book into everything I thought it could be.  Oh, and the book I read was Resurrecting Phoenix, by Isabel Lucero.  Yep, it’s awesome, so make sure you purchase your copy when Resurrecting Phoenix hits shelves September 24th.

So, now that I’m finally done writing, it’s time to flip the script.  I’m officially done with story mode and moving into promo mode.  Worth Saving comes out on October 17th, so I have a month and a half to convince you and every other reader out there that this book is worth all the time and revisions I put into it.  This book has everything.  Drama, action, love, laughter, sadness, heartache, and I even managed to squeeze in a little suspense, to create the best book I’ve ever written.  I would normally say keep your eyes open, but I don’t really need to because I’m going to be in your face with teasers and new promo for this book.  There’s gonna be giveaways and interviews and takeovers, and anything else my mind can come up with between now and October 17th.  So, ready or not, here Worth Saving comes.  Get used to seeing teasers, the cover, and my ugly mug.

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You can preorder Worth Saving right now on iTunes and Barnes & Noble

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Frozen Secrets (A Detective Granger Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

 

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Defending Her is on sale for only 99¢!!

My latest book, Defending Her, is on sale for only 99¢!!

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Out of all the books I’ve released so far, this one is my favorite for sure (until my next book comes out, that is!!).  Here’s your chance to buy it now for only 99 pennies!!  This sale won’t last forever, however, so make sure you go pick it up before the sale ends on May 9th!!

Go pick up Defending Her for less than a dollar, right here, right now!!

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

Frozen Secrets (A Detective Granger Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

Defending Her

 

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