Take Aim and Reload
Forgotten Rebels MC Book 3
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Erotic Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Crime Fiction, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, ThrillerSynopsis:
Cherry has lived her life with a solid sense of right and wrong, so when she realizes her boss, the CEO of Cabot Pharmaceuticals, is selling pseudoephedrine to bikers, she gathers her courage to obtain evidence against him. When she’s caught by Cabot’s head of security, it forces her to go on the run.
Heart is on his way home from burying his uncle when he crashes his motorcycle. A beautiful angel named Cherry helps rescue him, and he thinks divine intervention has brought them together. But Cherry holds evidence that can make his world crash and burn, putting him in a very precarious situation between falling for her and loyalty to his club.
Cherry’s beliefs are tested until the line between right and wrong blurs, leaving her struggling with her own conscience. When Cabot finally finds her, will she be able to save herself, or will her voice be silenced forever?
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Excerpt:
“I always said I wouldn’t have sex without marriage,” she whispered.
He raised his eyebrows so high they almost touched his hairline. “You’re a virgin?”
She nodded.
“Holy shit,” he said. The shock in his voice was evident. “That’s like discovering unicorns are real.”
His analogy was so off the wall that she chuckled. Instantly, the tension she’d held in her shoulders released.
“How old are you, Cherry?”
“I’m twenty-four. Why?”
“Because by now you’ve outdone your mom by eight years.”
She blinked, waiting for him to continue.
“Don’t you see?” he asked, continuing. “You are nothing like her. I mean, I never met the woman, but I can see the goodness in you. The eyes reflect the soul, darlin’. And yours show pure light and love.”
The words shifted the foundation of her world, and the pieces of her past lay in broken shards around her. She’d tried hard to be a good person, to make her grandfather proud of her, and to realize that he hadn’t made a mistake in giving her and Church a home.
“Cherry?”
She looked up at Heart. He pushed her bangs off her forehead. The same delicious shivers that she’d felt before when he’d touched her was still there. Would it be that terrible to give into the desire she felt? Or would giving in be the first step down a slippery slope?
Heart leaned in, breathed in her scent. Having his face so close to her neck made her wet. Excited. His fingers trailed down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm. He lightly caressed the soft skin on her hand.
“Are you seducing me?” she asked nervously.
A wicked little grin lifted the corners of his mouth. He kissed the shell of her ear.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
He raised his eyebrows so high they almost touched his hairline. “You’re a virgin?”
She nodded.
“Holy shit,” he said. The shock in his voice was evident. “That’s like discovering unicorns are real.”
His analogy was so off the wall that she chuckled. Instantly, the tension she’d held in her shoulders released.
“How old are you, Cherry?”
“I’m twenty-four. Why?”
“Because by now you’ve outdone your mom by eight years.”
She blinked, waiting for him to continue.
“Don’t you see?” he asked, continuing. “You are nothing like her. I mean, I never met the woman, but I can see the goodness in you. The eyes reflect the soul, darlin’. And yours show pure light and love.”
The words shifted the foundation of her world, and the pieces of her past lay in broken shards around her. She’d tried hard to be a good person, to make her grandfather proud of her, and to realize that he hadn’t made a mistake in giving her and Church a home.
“Cherry?”
She looked up at Heart. He pushed her bangs off her forehead. The same delicious shivers that she’d felt before when he’d touched her was still there. Would it be that terrible to give into the desire she felt? Or would giving in be the first step down a slippery slope?
Heart leaned in, breathed in her scent. Having his face so close to her neck made her wet. Excited. His fingers trailed down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm. He lightly caressed the soft skin on her hand.
“Are you seducing me?” she asked nervously.
A wicked little grin lifted the corners of his mouth. He kissed the shell of her ear.
“Trust me,” he whispered.
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Beth D. Carter grew up in Missouri and began writing at a very young age after being influenced by her mother's very naughty romance novels.
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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate high rollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie-cutter and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. Music inspires me and each story has its own signature song.
I am a full-time writer and stay-at-home mom which means I watch a lot of animated movies. Over and over again. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it's slimming). I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don't use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my e-reader, whom I've named Ruby. So many books at the touch of a button! I love to hear from readers so I've made it really easy to find me on Facebook or Twitter or email me at: beth@bethdcarter.com.
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