Friday, November 13, 2015

"Live Wire" is Here!

eXT05fyBrad and Saskia's romance is now available for the introductory price of .99! Soon, the price will increase to 2.99 and Live Wire will become an Amazon exclusive release.


My name is Brad, and I'm falling for someone I shouldn't. No doubt Saskia's beautiful with the red hair and dark eyes of a vixen. When she smiles at me, I'm lost in animalistic heat. Why haven't I made her mine yet?

The object of my desire is a stone cold killer. Well a retired killer anyway. She meets my heat with her own, yet I fear her heart can never truly thaw enough to love me.

When an old threat resurfaces, Saskia enters my world. I was once a rising star in Hollywood, but violence forced me into the role of a recluse. In all these years, no woman ever tempted me out of my solitude. Not until the mysterious and all too complicated Saskia.

Screw it! I've lived my life too safe for too damn long. The alluring ice princess brings out my inner alpha, and I plan to claim the woman I need.

Live Wire is a standalone romance. Containing graphic sexual content and harsh language, the book is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+.

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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

"Live Wire" Excerpt

Release Date: Nov. 12, 2015

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~ Brad ~
The Past Rears Its Ugly Head

The decorative white gift box rests in the middle of the king sized bed. I stand in the small hallway at the entrance of the hotel suite and stare at the present left for me. I can see the name "Evan Motley" printed on the nametag. I shiver at the sight of my character's name from the short-lived and rather popular TV show I starred in over a decade ago. Trouble has returned for me.

I remain stuck in my spot. My cell hums in my hand, but I don't answer. All I can see, hear, and feel is the package on the bed. I stare at the wet, red spot under the package as its contents leak.

I'd convinced myself the demon worshipping cult was gone. Or they no longer cared about me. I honestly believed I'd hidden for long enough. All my lies feel childish now. Of course, they waited for me to resurface, and now they left a gift.

My mother enters the room, pushing past me while complaining about Houston traffic. We've remained locked away in the distant suburbs for so long that the city feel foreign to us now. Much like the painful fear in my chest, I'd forgotten how the real world works. The package on the bed brings everything back to me.

"What the...?" Mom says, pausing a foot from the bed.

Our financial manager, and mom's live-in partner going on twenty years, enters the room next. Nell gasps at the sight on the bed.

"This could be a good thing," she says without thinking.

Always ready to say something positive, Nell can't finish because nothing good can come out of whatever is bleeding all over my pristine hotel comforter.

The police arrive quickly while I sit in Mom and Nell's hotel room. One officer after another asks me questions, but I don't know the answers. The detectives who arrive an hour later straight out ask if the bloody gift is a publicity stunt to promote my new autobiography. They clearly believe I'm a Hollywood idiot pulling a ploy to increase buzz about my tell-all.

I learn later the box is filled with a human heart. The police suddenly take me seriously. Not that I care what they think.  The authorities have proven useless in the past.

When two cultists abducted me from a Hollywood party, the police blew off my disappearance. They told reporters I was off partying, and my mom/manager was too protective.

Unable to separate my character from reality, the cultists believed I was the half-breed son of a demon. They intended to sacrifice me and bring forth their demon god. One of them even went so far as to carve arcane symbols into my back. All while I bled and suffered, I waited for the police to arrive.

When reality caught up with me, I chose to save myself. In the process of gaining my freedom, I took the life of the male cultist. The police didn't find me, even after I used the cultist's phone. Instead, a nice old couple took me into their home and finally found me help. Hell, even when the police stumbled upon the woman cultist injured by the side of the road, they failed to get information from her. She hung herself in her cell without telling them a single thing.

Now in Houston, I realize we're on our own again. Looking at Mom and Nell, they've hidden away with me at our ranch for over a decade. We've lived safely until I decided to write a book about what happened those years ago. An author named Marx Hearton emailed me for over a year before I agreed to meet him. His persistence paid off when I agreed to work on the book. My long time therapist even thought the process might be cathartic.

"We need to hire someone," I tell Mom when the police leave us alone in her room. "I walked into that room without even fucking checking. I've forgotten how to be afraid. Someone could have been waiting for me, and I was standing there like an idiot."

"I'll ask around," Nell mumbles, and I see genuine fear in her hazel eyes.

I stare into my mother's soft gray eyes. She's a strong woman, and I rely on her too much. We've been in this place before. A decade ago, I left Hollywood and my new career. We bought the ranch and kept to ourselves. Soon the world forgot about me. After a few years, I returned to writing songs for country musicians. I used a pseudonym, wanting to remain hidden from the world and the leftover cultists.

No longer hidden, I need a way to end the threat. Ten years and they're still waiting.

"I heard of a security firm capable of handling a situation like this one," Mom says, and I instantly think of the neighbors gossiping about a recent high profile case. "I don't know if they'll take the job, but I can track down their info."

"No," Nell whispers. "That firm is full of killers."

"Those are just rumors."

"Why take the chance?"

"Because the rumors might be true," Mom says, giving me a steely gaze.

Nell says nothing, fearing the solution is worse than the problem. Mom and I understand though. The cultists don't play by anyone's rules. They don't fear the law or society. They think a demon is on their side. How can the law argue with such insanity?

When faced with a group unwilling to follow society's laws, we need a weapon just as prepared to step over the line. Ramsey Security promises to be just such a weapon.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

"Live Wire" Cover Reveal

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Coming: 11/12/15

Summary

My name is Brad, and I'm falling for someone I shouldn't. No doubt Saskia's beautiful with the red hair and dark eyes of a vixen. When she smiles at me, I'm lost in animalistic heat. Why haven't I made her mine yet?

The object of my desire is a stone cold killer. Well a retired killer anyway. She meets my heat with her own, yet I fear her heart can never truly thaw enough to love me.

When an old threat resurfaces, Saskia enters my world. I was once a rising star in Hollywood, but violence forced me into the role of a recluse. In all these years, no woman ever tempted me out of my solitude. Not until the mysterious and all too complicated Saskia.

Screw it! I've lived my life too safe for too damn long. The alluring ice princess brings out my inner alpha, and I plan to claim the woman I need.

*Live Wire is a standalone romance from the Ramsey Security series*

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***Cover Design by Miranda Koryluk

Friday, October 30, 2015

Bijou Babbles: Happy Halloween

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Happy Halloween! I hope everyone is enjoying their autumn (or spring depending on your spot on the globe).

I'm happy to report that my new romance Live Wire will be released on November 12 for the introductory price of .99!

In Thunderstruck, we met the petite and tough as nails Saskia Koval aka Little Maven. In Live Wire, Brad Sloane, a former TV star, hires her to protect him from a cult who believes he's the character he played on his show.

In other book news, my lovely friend and illustrator Miranda created a new ebook cover for In the Wind.

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To celebrate this change, I am having a giveaway in November for signed paperbacks. Three winners will receive a signed paperback of In the Wind along with Rebound Biker. The giveaway is open to international entries. See below for signup.

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Bijou Babbles: Autumn Plans

Final CoverHey, everyone! Thank you for your wonderful support with Thunderstruck. I'm thrilled so many people enjoyed Troy and Darla's romance.

What's next? I'm currently working on two romances. Live Wire can be read as a standalone, even though it follows Saskia who was introduced in Thunderstruck.

Here's a quick summary: Bradley Sloane was a teenage heartthrob until giving up the limelight a decade ago. Returning to the public eye, he hires Ramsey Security and Saskia becomes his bodyguard.

Live Wire will be released in late October.

The second romance I'm currently working on is Black Sheep. The first book in the Mahon MC series follows two sisters who return to their hometown in West Virginia where their father is a member of the local MC.

In the upcoming weeks, I'll attend several signings.
If you're able to attend any of these signings and would like to reserve my books, be sure to fill out this form.

During the Carolina Book Fest, I collected signatures from awesome authors like Tara Brown, Tabatha Vargo, Beth Flynn, and Alyssa Rose Ivy on a copy of Damaged and the Beast along with the signing tote bag. I'm having a Hello Autumn Giveaway with these two items along with a $10 Amazon gift ecard.


Friday, August 21, 2015

Thunderstruck is LIVE!

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Thunderstruck is HERE!!! The new romance novel is available at the following outlets for the introductory price of .99 through Monday, August 24! 

Amazon US * Amazon UK * B&N * Kobo * iBooks * Inktera * Oyster * Smashwords

Escaping a madman... 

My name is Darla, but he calls me Rose. I thought running would keep me safe. Instead, the monster hunts me, certain I will be his again. 

Shattered and waiting for death... 

Nine months in hell has left my mind ruined. My heart claims I'm no more than a burden. My soul only wants to embrace the darkness. 

A retired assassin... 

Troy brings the security skills of a former killer. I am his first legit job. He has no reason to make this assignment personal, but our connection can't be denied. 

Thunderstruck...
  
Troy awakens the part of me that still feels... hopes... loves.

*Cover design by Miranda Koryluk

Monday, August 17, 2015

Thunderstruck Giveaway

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Thunderstruck will be available as an ebook on August 20. Here's your chance to win a signed paperback of my new romantic suspense novel.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Chapter One from Thunderstruck

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Release date: 8/20/15

Copyright © 2015 Bijou Hunter

 

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~~~
 Darla
 Temptation Takes Me

I forget who I am. Not at first or willingly. Yet over time, I lose my way. Too many nights in the dark. Too many lies whispered in my ear. Too much pain until I crave the lies offering me freedom.

Locke says my name is Rose, and I belong to him. He pretends to love the original Rose who embraced death as a way to free herself from the lies. One day I might do the same, but I can't give up just yet.

Days turn into weeks, and the lies feel more real than the truth. Weeks become months, and I don't remember the truth anymore. The memories of my life before Locke - when my name was Darla - are lies. My dreams of that time are only fantasies I tell myself to deal with the pain. The reality is I never existed before becoming Rose. I always belonged to Locke, and I always will.

The lies are so strong that I walk into public places where I might escape, yet I never forget to be Rose. Restaurants, hotels, and stores might offer me a path away from him and towards freedom, yet I never run. I can't explain to anyone why I didn't at least try to escape before today. They will never understand what it feels like to be Rose. She exists only to please Locke, and I see no escape.

Until Beyonce.

The boutique smells like a garden, and I lift my nose to the scent pulsing from the vents. I hate the odor, but Rose spent her days walking through the garden at Locke's home. She even jumped to her death, landing in her precious flowers.

The women around me are very skinny like walking hangers. I never consider speaking to them. I am here to try on clothes, but I won't choose what we buy. Locke will. Even without him in the store, he always chooses what he wants for his Rose.

The man at my left is Mister Pain. He never smiles for me. Once I saw him smile for a waitress, and he had razor sharp teeth. The waitress gasped at the sight of his mouth and was fired immediately afterwards. Locke refuses to allow anyone to shame Mister Pain.

Does Locke truly care for Pain? Does he care for anyone? Yes, he loves Rose. She belongs to him, and now I'm her. Today, I can keep things straight in my head easier than before. The darkness I normally hide in fades, and I see the world as it truly is.

When Beyonce's Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) begins to play, I feel strange. This song means something. Not to Rose. Or Locke. Or even Mister Pain. The song means something to Darla - the woman I am in my dreams.

A memory flashes in my mind of Darla's sister dancing with her daughter and son in a big kitchen in a massive house. They are such a happy family, dancing and singing. In the memory, Darla dances too.

I see the blonde woman in the mirror, and she is Darla.

Outside the dressing room, Mister Pain waits to take a picture of my outfit for Locke's approval. I think of his size and know I'll never get past him. Rose wouldn't even think to try.

I am not Rose though.

My feet are bare, and I'm wearing a flowery dress with the store's alarm mechanism attached. Yet I shove open the door and run past Mister Pain. His fingers skim the fabric of my dress, yet he misses his chance to stop me.

I run out the front door, setting off the alarm. Behind me, the women gasp while Mister Pain gives chase. My escape takes him by surprise, but he recovers quickly. If he catches me, he'll return me to Locke who will punish me until I am Rose again.

Running as fast as my weak body manages, I sing the words to the song and remember when I was Darla. Around me, the noise on the street is unbearably loud. After too long in the quiet, I'm overwhelmed by the world's chaos.

My feet tearing open on the rocks and glass in the street, I rush through traffic and away from Mister Pain. Despite the pain, I can't slow down when he remains so close behind me.

I pass a pizzeria, inhaling the familiar scents of my life before I became Rose. Locke won't allow me to eat pizza. Rose has allergies and is on a special diet. Darla though eats whatever she wants.

Based on the expressions of the people I pass, Mister Pain is nearly upon me. They're afraid. Not for me, but for themselves. He looks terrifying when angry. His face turns red and veins pop out of his forehead. I have seen his angry face too many times in the last nine months.

Blinded to the danger behind me, I only see freedom ahead. I can't give up now. I refuse to be afraid. I have this one chance. If he catches me, I will never be free again.

"Do you believe in God?" Darla's niece Diana once asked.

"Sure," Darla said, giving a blasé shrug.

The old Darla didn't think much about God. However, I'll forever believe after a dozen uniformed officers appear from a deli on the street ahead of me.

Only when I see them do I realize I'm screaming. The officers stop smiling at their earlier conversation and look at me running in their direction.

"I am Darla!" I scream.

Mister Pain's fingers brush my shoulder once. They also graze my hair, tearing a few strands from my scalp. He's nearly on top of me when the officers appear.

Refusing to look back, I don't see him fleeing. I only hear someone say he has a gun. I think officers chase after him. What I know is I barrel into one of the policemen and hold on for dear life.

Mayhem surrounds me, first on the street and then at the hospital. Officers and doctors ask questions, but I don't know the answers. I cry when they promise my sister is flying into Los Angeles to get me from the hospital. Even with freedom at my grasp, I can only say one thing.

"I am Darla."