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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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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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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.

 

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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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“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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Kingpin is LIVE, and here’s how it came to be!

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It’s here!!  My beautiful baby, Kingpin is here and ready for you to fall in love with it!!  This book is my absolute favorite, hands down, out of all the books I’ve written to date.  It was a journey getting to Kingpin, and here’s how this novel came to be.

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When I started writing, it all began with Frozen Secrets.  This was my first book, and I knew I wanted to write suspense because all I read is suspense.  So, I came out with a bang and wrote a murder mystery with a detective named Jarrod Granger.  He was a misogynistic asshole in the beginning who grew and became much better by the end, and his story was my favorite (which is why he will be my longest running character over the course of my writing career… That’ll make sense later, trust me)  But, after Frozen Secretsthe book world shifted when a little book called Fifty Shades of Grey came out.  After Christian Gray, EVERYBODY became an erotic author in the indie world, and it was working for them, so I jumped on the bandwagon (no disrespect to the erotic authors out there!  Love you & stuff)  The next thing I knew, I’d written 4 books in a row that were “erotic” suspense or something like that.  My sales declined, and writing started to become less fun than what it was when I started with Frozen Secrets.

So, once Worth Saving released and got no love, I knew I needed to get my shit together and start having fun again.  And that’s how Kingpin was born!! Frozen Secrets was sort of romantic suspense, so I wanted to get back to that and have a blast, and Dominic Collazo was the first thing I thought of.  I needed him to be violent yet calm and collected.  That last thing I cared about was how sexy he was. I wanted him to care about no one except his love; if you deserve to be shot, he’ll shoot you and not think twice about it.  Need your legs broken?  Fuhgeddabout it!  Broken legs it is.  The only person who would matter to him would be his girl, who ended up being Alannah Sullivan.  But I knew I didn’t want to play the game where the guy hides his life from the girl, and when she finds out she loses her shit over it. I’d already walked that road.  So, I wanted Alannah to know that Dominic was a bad ass who’d kill anyone except her, and the only way to do that would be for her to have known him a very long time.  I needed her to be in the loop since the beginning, so that’s how I ended up deciding to start with PART ONE being when the two of them first met in just the fifth grade.  I knew that if I started with them being young, by the time they got to PART TWO as adults when the shit really started to hit the big fat fan, it would all make sense.

This book has everything I’ve been wanting to put in my books, and now that it’s finished and available (for only 99 cents this week, by the way), there isn’t a chance in hell that I would ever go back to writing stuff I don’t want to write.  Kingpin is me, 100%, and even if it doesn’t sell like crazy and become a bestseller, it’s my foundation for what’s to come and I can find peace in the fact that I wrote what I wanted to write.  And it’s been a long time since I felt that way.

I’ll end this by saying that there are so many reasons why you should read Kingpin, but I just wanted to give you my personal reasons now that it’s out.  This book is what I’ve been wanting to give you for nearly 3 years now.  This is 100% WS Greer, which is why reviews are already saying that this is my best book yet, and all the more reason you should go buy Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance).  And you can expect more suspense/romantic suspense from me, because I’m just beginning to show you who I am.  This is only the beginning for me.

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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

Worth Saving

Kingpin (An Italian Mafia Romance #1)

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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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Frozen Secrets (A Detective Granger Novel) 

Claiming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #1)

Becoming Carter (The Carter Trilogy #2)

Destroying Carter (The Carter Trilogy #3)

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Allow Me To Re-introduce Myself

What’s up, world?  I come to you today after having spent the past 5 weeks reviewing everything that I’ve done as an author.  I’ve looked at my sales, I’ve reviewed where my books have ranked on bestsellers lists, and I even checked the activity on my Facebook fan page dating all the way back to my very first post as Author W.S. Greer.  We’re talking about 2 years and 5 books.  It’s a lot to look at and think about.  So, I’ve been quiet, but I’ve been thinking .  I’m so thankful and proud of what I’ve been able to do up to this point.  The 5 books that I’ve put out so far have been a dream come true because I absolutely love writing.  Seeing them all together is truly gratifying.

 

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We’re talking about 4 books that hit the bestsellers list on Amazon in one way or another.  Every book after Frozen Secrets has hit the erotic suspense and erotic thriller bestsellers lists on Amazon, and the 3 Carter books hit up to #2 on the interracial bestsellers list.  My newest book, Defending Her, peaked at #14 on the erotic suspense list.  It’s something I’m very proud of.

But, when Defending came out and I tracked the sales and the bestsellers rank on Amazon, I really started to feel a sting of disappointment.  Hitting a bestsellers list in any capacity is something to be proud of, but I realized that I’ve been selling out.  I’ve been doing it wrong, and I’ve been struggling to find my identity as an author for 2 years straight.  I love all of my stories, and I’m proud of them all, but I’ve been holding back.  I haven’t been being myself.  I’ve been trying to be politically correct and trying to avoid drama, and I’ve been trying to do things that I’ve seen other (more popular) authors do, thinking “Well, this is how they do it.  This is how authors do it.  This is how so & so does it.”  I’ve been wrong this whole time, and I’m sorry.  I’m not apologizing to you (the fans), I’m apologizing to myself.  I’ve been holding myself back.  I reviewed every book that I’ve written, and 4 out of the 5 of them had elements written in them that I would never enjoy as a reader, but I added them because it’s the hot thing, or the normal thing, or the common thing, or the latest fad, or because I needed to keep up with the other authors (especially the male ones).  I’ve been selling out to try to be like them–like all the other authors that fill up your news feed.  I’ve been doing it wrong.  Hell, you haven’t even met me yet.  So, that shit is over.

ALLOW ME TO RE-INTRODUCE MYSELF

From now on, I’m not selling out, or watering down anything (not my books or my social media posts) to please anybody or fit in.  I am who I am.  Trying to be like everybody else DID NOT result in more sales.  In fact, my newest book (that I’m the most proud of), Defending Her, sold the LEAST since my very first book!!  How about that?!?   It’s obvious that trying to please everybody hasn’t been working.  So, again, allow me to re-introduce myself.  Let’s get a few things out in the open.

For starters… I cuss… A LOT.

If you read a post from me and it doesn’t have a cuss word in it, you can bet that there was one, but I deleted so I wouldn’t offend anyone.  Well, fuck that.  I’m a 30 year old, 2-time Iraq veteran, with a wife, 2 kids, and nearly 11 years of active duty military service in the United States Air Force… as well as a struggling, aspiring author.  I’ve earned the right to cuss like a sailor.  If you’re offended by cussing, you’re gonna have to unlike my fan page.  I promise I’m not cussing to intentionally offend anyone.  I’m cussing because that’s just who the fuck I am.  It’s not about you.  It’s about me being comfortable being me.  Feel free to cuss up a storm when you comment on my statuses.  It’ll make me like you more.  Seriously.  I don’t trust people who aren’t comfortable enough to cuss around me.  So, fuck it.  Cuss it up.

Next up… Fuck Erotica.

Yikes.  That one’s bound to lose me some fans, for sure.  Now, I’m not saying fuck people who read erotica.  I’m saying fuck erotica as a genre.  I hate that shit, and I don’t read it.  Now, please be a grownup and keep in mind that this is only MY OPINION.  If you love erotic books, that’s fantastic!  Please continue to support authors who write erotic books and keep yourself entertained however you see fit.  What I’m saying is that I hate erotic scenes in books.  I tried to read 50 Shades of Grey, and I failed… TWICE.  I just couldn’t do it.  The way it’s worded just drives me crazy and makes me want to throw my Kindle, and them shits are expensive so I can’t do that.  Now, if I’m admitting to you that I hate erotic scenes and stories in other people’s books, imagine how I feel when I edit and review my own books and see those scenes in there.  I don’t like erotica, I don’t read erotica, but I put it in my books?  That’s dumb, and I don’t know what the hell I’ve been thinking.  I’ve been constantly struggling, trying to think of ways to add erotic scenes because erotica is the hottest selling shit since… well, since 50 Shades came out and the bandwagon was born.  I have watered down 4 out of my 5 stories to try to fit erotic scenes into them, cutting them up and putting the story on pause so that the couple can have sex on the kitchen counter.  Having sex on the kitchen counter is the shit, but I personally don’t want to pause my suspenseful, thrilling, dramatic story just so I can call it erotic.  For the record, I fucking love sex!  My wife will vouch and attest to this.  I’m as freaky as they come, and I watch porn just like every other man.  I just don’t want to read it.  I know that’s weird, but fuck it.  Just had to add that in there.  Anyway, so, if you love erotica, I still love you and think you’re awesome… you’re just gonna have to get that shit from another author, and there’s plenty of them out there.  I’m a much bigger fan of romance, so the erotic elements of my stories will now be replaced by romance.  However, the main genre that I write will be the one that I love to read.  The one that made me want to be an author in the first place.  Which leads me to my next topic.

I love dramatic, emotional, SUSPENSE-driven stories… and that’s what I’m going to write.

   I have officially moved on from my first 5 books.  I can honestly say that I wrote those for you.  They’ll obviously stay on sale, and I’ll continue to promote them from time to time, but I’m over them.  I’m already working on my next book.  It’s actually already on Goodreads.  Everything I write from here on out will be 100% for me.  Every aspect of my books will be something that I enjoy as both a writer and a reader.  At least then if it doesn’t sell, I can at least find solace in the fact that I did it the way I wanted to and I was happy with every part of it.  It’s all about being true to yourself.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned in both my military career and my “second job” as an author, it’s that you just have to be yourself.  If people don’t like you for who you are, then the hell with ’em.  Just do you, and fuck anybody that hates on your for it.

As you can see from the synopsis of my next book, I don’t give two shits about erotica.  I don’t want to make you hot.  There, I said it.  I want more than that.  I want to hold your heart in my hands.  I want to hold your life in my hands (metaphorically, obviously.  I’m not a murderer, people).  When you open my books, I want you all fucked up.  I want you confused.  I want you frustrated, scratching your head, squinting trying to figure out WHAT THE FUCK.  I want you so up on the edge of your seat that you fall the hell off and struggle to get back up again.  I want you to struggle with the decision whether to keep reading my book or to eat.  That’s right, I want the story to be so mesmerizing that you’re willing to starve to death just to finish reading it.  That’s how good a book should be.  When I read a book by my favorite authors (Harlan Coben, Gillian Flyn, Lisa Gardner, Linwood Barclay), I’m stunned.  I’m shocked.  I’m transfixed, and I don’t want to do anything else until I finish the book.  It’s an amazing feeling that only a phenomenal story can give you, and I don’t think I’ve given that to you yet.  I haven’t done that yet.  And for that, I’m sorry.  But, that’s about to change.  I’m doing what I want now.  I’m going to do what I love, and nothing is going to sway me from that path.

My Own Genre

I’m different… on purpose.  I don’t want to be like what you’re used to.  I want to take you to a place you’ve never been before, and I don’t want you to be comfortable.  I want to take your mind and imagination hostage and give you the most ridiculous book hangover you’ve ever experienced in your life.  That’s what I look for when I pick a story to read.  That’s what I will deliver when I pick a story to write.  So, excuse me while I stop giving a fuck about fitting in.

Allow me to re-introduce myself.

Will the real W.S. Greer please stand up…

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Of Unsound Mind is coming soon!!  Add it to your TBR now.

 
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Posted by on March 25, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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My New Book is Now Available!!

It’s official!!  My new book, Defending Her, is now available for purchase, and it’s only $1.99!!!

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It has been an unbelievable journey, and it has taken lots of studying, and research, and determination, but the book is finally out and ready to be read by all of you!!

I have an Acknowledgements section on the back of the book, obviously, but I just want to say Thank You one more time to the love of my life, Isabel Lucero.  She’s the only one who really knows what I went through when I was writing this book, and she was the one who was there for me when I was having self-doubt, which still shows its ugly face sometimes.  We ride together in this life, and she has been my backbone for the past 11 years.  I couldn’t breathe without her being mine, and if it wasn’t for her support, there’s a whole lot in my life that wouldn’t be possible.

Out of all the books I have written so far, this one is easily my favorite.  Admittedly, Frozen Secrets will always hold a special place in my heart because it was my first book ever, but Defending Her is my favorite because it includes my best writing, and my most thought out story.  I’ve been excited about this story since June of 2014, and to see it finally being released is a such a huge accomplishment for me, and I’m so happy about it.  I loved watching Jason grow and become his own man in this story, and seeing his confidence take off was awesome.  The more confident Jason became, the more confident I became in the story.  The courtroom scenes are the best scenes I’ve ever written, and are definitely my favorite.

So, all I can do now is hope that the rest of the world enjoys reading the book as much as I enjoyed writing it.  I’ll be having tons of promo related stuff going on for the next month or so, as I try to hit the overall bestsellers list for the first time.  I think this is the story that can do it.  I believe in this story, and I believe in these characters, so my confidence is flying high right now.  Let’s hope for a good one.  This is my breakout book!!  Let’s go!!

Go Pick up Defending Her right now!!!

Smashwords: http://bit.ly/1Edn2pI

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1AcJDlp

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Posted by on February 16, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

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