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I am a brother
I am a police detective
I am a contract killer
I don’t want to love
I don’t want to feel
I don’t want … EMPATHY.
They say some people are born with decreased activity in the front central lobe causing them a deficiency in empathy. Maybe that’s true about me but whether I was born this way or created in a moment of evil, empathy was something I didn’t possess until her green eyes met mine in the mirror and I couldn’t take her life.
I didn’t want to feel, didn’t want this woman in my life complicating how I lived but she was there at every turn. Sent to haunt me for my sins. Her light so bright she provoked a shadow from everyone she touched. When a job turns bad quickly altering my life forever I’m forced to feel. When nothing is making sense I’m forced to face truths I never would recover from. When life drowns you in its cruelty you don’t know which way the current will drag you or who you’ll become once you re-surface.
I was a daughter
I was a student
I was a victim
Did I have his love?
Did I make him feel?
Did I have his empathy?
When the actions of a soulless killer forces sorrow into my veins I never dreamed the man healing my wounds would be the one to leave the worst scar. His love would scar my soul. Scars are permanent; I will never feel the relief from them. Will I learn to live with them, remember why I have them and learn never to let him close enough to inflict more? Will I eventually cover them… like tattoos coating them with new memories, new love and new starts? I didn’t know these answers because the pain was too suffocating, the only thing I knew was they will always be under the surface lingering. He had scars too, from his sins. There is nothing that can cover them, they were too deep, too ugly, too dark and they marked us both forever.
Lynnie has become something the world has never seen,
|Soul SouredLosing love before it begins can turn the soul sour. With a beast tumbling around in there with it my soul had a fight on its hands.|
A fight against souring.
A fight to be saved. My fight to survive. My fight for an existence on this earth.
|BecomingLynnie Russell |
A new twist on an old classic.
Havana, Arkansas isn't exactly the picture of mystics and magic, but Lynnie Russell learns quickly you can't judge a book by it's cover.
She discovers myths and legends are alive and well in her tiny little town and she is at the center of it.
Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about
living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has
laid out for her, she makes a choice she can't take back, changing the entire
trajectory of her life.
Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for
her own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs
right now: the man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and
one hell of a kisser. But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend,
but he’s forbidden to be her lover.
Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels,
and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come
with the patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his
club. That is, until who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back
of his bike —or in his bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep
her safe, Ryan tries to keep Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice
for herself, she’s done hearing the word “no” and will push boundaries even
Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.
Love is never more tempting than when it’s forbidden.
As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to
party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated
for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into
Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go
of—no matter how many times she tries to run.
Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her
hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched
his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose
her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness,
he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he
can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad
temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing
The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a
vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a
much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s
not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground,
and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will
fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new.
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in
the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides
her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines
that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is
a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana
home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and
can't imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many
different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder
mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything
has at least a splash of romance.