Memphis Black by M.J. Fields: Cover Reveal
Her Vigilant Seal by Caitlyn O’Leary: New Release & Giveaway
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Available everywhere August 30th, 2015
October 25th, 2007
(Unedited, copy written @ MJ Fields)
I look in the mirror one last time, my hair is longer on top that it is on the sides. The gel I use to style it makes it look messy and black instead of dark brown. With my black boots I stand six foot three. I having spent an hour at the gym every night after school, I finally have great definition. I’m stage ready.
I walk out on stage with my guitar strung around my neck, pick in hand, waiting for the nerves to consume me. But they don’t.
Why? Because I’m a damn legend, that’s why. The stadium is sold out and the crowd is going wild.
“Hello New Jersey!” I hold the mic out for the crowd’s roar. They give me exactly what I want.
“I am Memphis Black, lead singer and guitarist extraordinaire for”—fuck I hate this part. The band, what the hell is the band’s name?
“Black Hawks,” my sister Madison whispers.
“The Black Hawks!” I yell to the ‘crowd.’
“That name is so lame.” I hear my sister’s friend Tally giggle.
“You two, out.”
“No, you said if we video taped this, you would…”
“Come on, it’s our first dance, we need to learn how!” Madison stomps her foot.
“Well, you didn’t hold up your end of the deal, now did you?” I lift the guitar strap over my head.
“Come on, please,” Madison says, eyes huge.
“Yeah please,” Tally joins her.
I consider telling them to fuck off, but they’d tell Mom. I consider a simple ‘no,’ but they’d tell her that, too. So I choose the safest answer: “Fine. But you both have to shut the hell up.”
Tally covers her mouth, looking horrified. Girl is a train wreck in epic, adolescent proportion. She has kinky brown curls and a ribbon always wrapped around her head. Freckles bridge her nose and dot her face, and she always wears cartoon character tee shirts, today it’s Care Bears.
“What now, Tales?” I huff.
“Hell?” I laugh.
“Yeah, you did.” She giggles again.
“You know what? I think the both of you should just stay home. All freshman girls do at a dance is stand in a corner, giggle, and look like dweebs.” I look at my sister. “Mads, a boy asks you to dance? You’ll start laughing and snorting.” Next, I point at her friend. “Tales, you’ll get some big ass grin.” I roll my eyes when she covers her mouth again—little girl can’t handle a curse word to save her life. “Just keep smiling and laughing, and they’ll think there’s something wrong up in those crazy heads of yours. Besides, you’re both in that—I don’t know, awkward stage: braces, boobs just budding….”
Tally covers her mouth again while Madison starts to get really pissed off.
“I mean, look at that hair. Mads, you’re so used to wearing a ball cap you have permanent hat head. And you,” I can’t resist taking one more shot at Tally. “How the hell are you gonna get a comb through that kinky mess before Saturday?”
That’s when Madison finally screams for Mom. Tally just looks at me like that cat from the cartoon, the one with the big green guy. Shrek? Yeah Shrek. Puss , Puss in Boots. That’s what her face looks like.
Looking back at her, I almost feel kind of bad for giving them a hard time.
Mom comes in then and gives me the third degree, She tells me, ‘Girls are sensitive when they’re going through changes,’ and that I should ‘be more thoughtful.’
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. “Okay Mom, fine. I will buy into their little girl fantasies about that girl, with the blue dress, the one with the mice that turn into horses—”
“Cinderella.” In spite of herself, my Mom laughs.
Her face goes from amused to suspicious. Mom face. “What exactly are they doing in your room, anyway?”
“They were supposed to be taping my performance.” I try not to smile as she gives me that look. I know exactly what she’s about to say—that my rock star fantasies are just as lame as some dumb fairy tale with talking mice. “It’s not the same thing, Mom. This is my dream, something I can actually make into a career one day.”
“I know, Memphis.” She pats my back, smiling. “But maybe their dream is to dance.”
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USA Today Bestselling author MJ FIELDS grew up on a farm surrounded by her extended family. She attributes her ability to write a realistic male character to the fact that she had a large amount of male influences in her life… that and the dirty joke books she would steal from her uncles or the farms hired help and run away laughing while they chased her yelling obscenities trying to get her to return the books before her God fearing mother found out and spanked her butt with a flyswatter.
No she wasn’t physically abused, she very openly admits that she deserved every imprint left on her ass from the flyswatter. (Could this be why she loves tattoos? Maybe.) After each spanking she would run away, usually through the fields and down to the falls where she would laugh because it really didn’t hurt, while she read the book she had stolen and stashed when no one was looking.
When she wasn’t misbehaving she was working side by side with her male family members learning what hard work, loyalty, and dedication was all about, spending time with her grandmothers who taught her all about love and blind faith, or dancing and singing in the kitchen with her four siblings while her mother gave them all a childhood filled with love and encouragement to use their imagination and follow their dreams.
Her love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a ‘newspaper’ that they sold for ten cents to family members.
Her school years were spent hanging in the principal’s office or a shit list somewhere. Weekends she could be found spending time with her family or hanging out with more males than females, in the fields with tailgates down and a bonfire burning while music played loudly in the background. Some of those times ‘allegedly’ had alcohol involvement, she will neither confirm nor deny.
As an adult she self-published her first New Adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed six self-published series. The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Norfolk series, The Men of Steel series, and The Ties of Steel series. She also just released a book she wrote with five, yes five, other authors. It is her darkest book to date. The Original Sin is available now.
MJ has been told by several readers that they had never read a book that involved a Prince Albert piercing and although she cannot claim the title, it is said she may possibly be “The Pioneer of the Pierced Penis”, in the New Adult book world, of course. (Naughty naughty.)
MJ is a hybrid author who loves her readers and tries her best to write as much as she can for them. She believes she has the best reader’s crew in the entire world (many of us agree. Forever Steel baby). She publishes an Indie book almost every month. She is also signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co-written series The Caldwell Brothers with Chelsea Camaron. Hendrix is available now. Morrison, the second in the series, will be released on December 22nd, 2015. And Jagger, the third of the series, will be released on April 19th, 2016.
Her next Indie series is Rockers of Steel. Book one, Memphis, releasing late August or early September 2015. Each can be read as a stand-alone, but really who doesn’t want MORE STEEL!
There is always something new in the works and she has stories to write for her readers for years to come. Her alpha male characters are some of the best in the industry, but remember before they fall many of them can be considered crude, rude, pierced, and tattooed. (Just the way we like them!)
If you are offended by the ‘F’ word she advises you either take a pass on her books or pull up your big girl thong, sit back with a glass of wine and enjoy the ride. If you can’t handle the heat you should stay out of the … well the Steel and Sin book worlds anyways. If heat is all you’re looking for she insists you be warned the heat will draw you in, but the heart, depth, and emotion in the books will keep you coming back for more.
MJ was a former small business owner who closed shop after the success of the Men of Steel series so she could write full time.
MJ Lives in central New York surrounded by family, friends and fur babies. Ninety percent of the time life is a noisy, beautiful, chaotic mess but in the evening hours when everyone is tucked in tight you will find her with a laptop in her comfy chair writing about the men we dream will step off the pages and into our lives.
MJ believes in love and that there is someone for everyone.
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“Ah hell, it’s Sophia,” the cop said as he crouched next to the woman in Mason’s arms.
“How do you know her?” Mason’s head jerked up and he eyed the cop.
“She’s been looking for her brother again. He keeps running away from his foster home. She’s been searching for him the last four nights. I told her it wasn’t safe.” Mason looked down at the unconscious woman and agreed with the patrolman’s assessment.
“How much longer before the ambulance arrives?” Mason clipped out the question.
“How bad is she? What happened?” The cop nodded to where Mason’s jacket was covering Sophia’s torso.
“They just got her top off, but they cut her pretty badly on the arm. I’ve got her bandaged and most of the bleeding stopped. She’s going to need a shit-load of stitches. What’s the ETA on the ambulance?” Mason shifted her gently as he again gave the cop a penetrating stare.
“It’s about fifteen more minutes. There was a bad pile-up on the Five Freeway with fatalities. You did good work tonight. You military?” the cop asked as he assessed Mason.
“I was Navy too,” the cop said. “You okay with her while I work on getting these two assholes taken care of?” The cop nodded towards the two thugs who were sitting handcuffed in the alley and being looked after by his partner.
“I’ve got her.” Mason looked down at Sophia again ensuring she was okay. “What about the girl who made the call?”
“What girl?” the cop asked.
Mason looked around and realized the girl and his phone were long gone.
“There was another girl who looked like she’d been beaten too. She got me to come over here to help.” Mason gave the information like he was reporting to his commander.
“She must have taken off after she called for help,” the officer said.
“Oh no,” came the soft words. Mason looked down and saw green eyes clouded with worry looking up at him.
“What? Did you say something Sophia?” he asked.
“The girl is gone? She’s hurt.” It was hard to understand her through her bruised mouth.
“Settle honey, you’re hurt. You need to stay calm and rest until the ambulance comes.” Mason watched as she struggled to get up, and then cried out in pain. She collapsed against him. Fuck, it had to be her shoulder. He’d already taken off his shirt and used it as a bandage and a tourniquet earlier. He eased back the leather jacket that he had placed over her to see if it had come loose.
“Don’t move again, okay Sophia.” God, when would the ambulance get here?
“You’ve got to find the girl I think they cut her too. I’ve got to get up, I need to look for Billy. Please don’t hold me down. I need to get up, let me up,” she damn near screamed the last few words. Mason realized she was delirious. The cop looked over at him and he shook his head.
“Sophia, my name is Mason. We’re going to get you to the hospital. Do you understand me, honey?” He waited to see if she was tracking. She finally nodded. “Good, after they’re done taking care of you, you can come look for Billy again.” She relaxed a little, and he relaxed a little as well.
“And the girl? Can I look for the girl too?” she begged him with big eyes.
“Yes, you can look for the girl too.” He stroked the hair from her forehead.
“Do you promise Mason?” She tried to lift her arm to grab the front of his jacket and let out a small shriek of pain. “Why does it hurt?” He saw her start to tremble and wrapped his jacket closer around her ensuring it was snug so she couldn’t move her arms any longer.
“Are you warm now?”
“Yes. Will I be able to go to work and then look for Billy tomorrow?” It took a moment for him to understand her, and when he did it took him a few seconds to formulate a response other than ‘Hell No’.
“I think you’re going to be in the hospital for at least a couple of days.”
“No, I hate hospitals, don’t make me go to the hospital.” He watched as tears dripped down her temples into her silky blonde hair.
“Honey, you have to go you’ve been injured. A doctor has to help you.” She was trembling so bad he was worried she was going into shock.
“I can’t afford a hospital. Can you take me home?” God, she was breaking his heart.
“Let’s see what the doctor says first.”
Mason heard the siren and Sophia must have heard it too. Somehow she pushed off the heavy leather coat. “No, no ambulance, no hospital. I have to find Billy.” She tried getting up one last time and groaned as she put pressure on her cut shoulder.
“You’ve got to stay still.” He couldn’t believe the compassion this woman had, here she was bleeding and bruised, almost raped, and her entire concern was for her brother and the other girl. She was beautiful inside and out.
Just then she gripped her head where he saw a large bruise and lump forming. He saw her green eyes begin to glaze over. “Honey, stay with me.” He brushed his fingers tenderly along her cheek willing her to stay awake.
“Mason’s a nice name,” her words were slurred.
Just as the EMT’s arrived she passed out.
Caitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments before they turned them in as their own.
Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many, romances!
Happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write very steamy happily-every-afters for Siren/Bookstrand.
She has just started writing the Found series. It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.
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