TITLE – Love Ties
SERIES – Club Ties
AUTHOR – Em Petrova
GENRE – contemporary erotic romance
PUBLICATION DATE – July 3, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 84000 words
PUBLISHER – Taliesin Publishing
You can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always come back.
When her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a prayer of a normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough adoptive fathers, and Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five years ago she battled her way out of the Life, got a degree and a good job. The only thing that would bring her back to Heller’s Gap and within range of her ex is revenge.
Jamison’s motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns, unless they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After years of watching his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only desire is to stop more of the trade from coming into Heller’s Gap. At least until he gets an eye—and hand—full of the redheaded vixen, Ever.
In spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god dressed in black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC royalty, and that she’s being hunted by her ex and his gang, Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new speeds. He’d do just about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge she craves…if it doesn’t break him first.
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The instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.
A shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had serious swagger.
Gripping her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to squirm.
From the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-foot-two with a chiseled chest that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.
The pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”
As if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And instantly regretted it.
Jamison’s deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her skin so deliciously not twelve hours ago.
She clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like a sour apple hard candy.“Do you know who that is?” the bartender asked.
Barely turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”
Her drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.
Three stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s skin prickle. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.
“What can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”
“Double of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.
Ever’s fists clenched with fresh need.
She’d regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered through the door.
Too bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much horsepower.
She shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her blushes.
Last night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You match your hair,” he’d said.
“I’ve gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor leading to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.He grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for control.
“Just some dirtbag, huh?”
He was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.
Dipping his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.“Was I just some dirtbag to you last night?”
“Y-yes.” Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.
Going back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.
In the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.
What the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would kill her in the end.
Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.
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Our Author Interview
What would you have done differently if you were the main character of your book?
Take control sooner, but that doesn’t make for a good book, right?
What was your inspiration behind this book?
My publisher challenged me to write a motorcycle club book because I have the right kind of voice for it. Turns out that there’s a place for my dirty, truck driver’s mouth after all!
Why did you become a writer?
I’ve been writing since I was 12 years old and haven’t been able to stop the voices in my head since then. I hope they never shut up.
Do you have a favorite author or authors?
Anne Rice, Stephen King, Dickens, Louisa May Alcott
Do you like to write your books in a continuing series?
Yes, if the story needs to be told. I don’t believe in writing more in a successful series in order to push out more books, though.
If you could date any character from any book, who would it be and why?
Of course I would jump on the back of Jamison’s bike and wrap myself around his tattooed body in a heartbeat! I hope you love him too.
What kinds of books do you like to read in your spare time?
Spare time? Oh, the few minutes I get at night when the house is silent and the dog has all 4 paws thrust into the air and her tongue lolling out? During that time, I usually pick up literary fiction. I don’t often read in my own genre.
As a reader and writer I think it is important to get to know your fans and make a connection with them as an author who takes the extra step to hear what their fans think and want in their continued writing is continued success and key to selling more books .Do you agree with that?
Yes, I do, but I also believe in going with my gut instinct. If I feel the world needs a book because the story must be told, I write it. The passion will always shine through and engage readers.
Do you cry when writing sad scenes?
Never, but that doesn’t mean I don’t ache.
Did you have a Cover Designer?
If the book is through a publisher, they provide cover art. For my self-published works, I use Fantasia Frog Designs. She’s lovely to work with and a fabulous artist!
Who is your fictional boyfriend or girlfriend crush?
Right now I’m crushing hard on the next characters in my book, Heart Ties, book 2 of this series. Drake and Delta are both tough, tattooed, and determined to save each other.
If you were able to dine and have a one on one with your favorite writer/author who would it be?
My best friend, Kris Mallory. He writes amazing horror stories, and he keeps me balanced with humor in our daily conversations.
Do just re-read your favorite books?
All the time! I’m re-reading Outlander for about the 20th time right now.
Do you ever get in a reading slump like your readers do?
Honestly, I read so much for work that words look like a chore to me. I’d love to tell you I devour 5 books a week, but the fact is, I’m lucky to finish a book per month. I like to drive my children all over the county to baseball/softball/dance/music lessons for down-time. *grin*
What is the funniest book you ever read?
I adored Bridget Jones’s Diary. So many of the lines and circumstances will ring true for the rest of one’s life.
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