Warrior
Forgotten Rebels MC - Bk 4
by
Beth D Carter
Join me in welcoming Beth and together learn a little about her latest book.
Thank you so much for hosting me today! Warrior is book four in
the Forgotten Rebels MC, and features Church Farlander, the twin sister of
Cherry (the heroine in book three Take Aim and Reload). Ever since I
started writing about them, I was fascinated with Church. Her history was one
of bitterness, pain and anger. I loved how opposite the twins were and because
there was so much darkness in Church’s background, I knew I had to deal with
that with lightness. I hope you enjoy reading about Church and Darrell as much
as I enjoyed writing about them!
Tell us about the characters.
Although
this book is about the romance between Church and Darrell, there are several
secondary characters that are just important. In the beginning, Church lives in
self-imposed isolation, and it’s the people around her that keeps dragging her
into the MC family. It’s her worst nightmare, and yet, it’s also her salvation.
Was there as specific part of the story that you absolutely loved writing as well as not enjoyed writing?
My favorite part of book is an
old biker named Joe-Joe. He’s got a warped sense of humor (based on my own, of
course) so I loved running with the one-liner jokes.
The hardest part of writing (any
story) is the day-to-day routine of the characters. It’s more exciting writing
the action, adventure and the romance.
What other projects are you
working on at the moment?
My next WIP is actually a short story featuring one of the
characters in this book! After that, I plan to work on a paranormal ménage
romance story.
BLURB:
Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from
her sister, Cherry. Taking over the
mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that
she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to
trust another person.
Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not
only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance
against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he
once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.
Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship,
one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to
reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love
and happiness are hers for the taking.
Excerpt:
He
couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the
woman under him. And if the enemy came
at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare
her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.
“Darrell!”
she screamed.
He
tightened his hold.
“Darrell!
It’s okay! We’re safe. We are both safe. Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your
eyes.”
Slowly,
her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him
in, the fog hesitantly lifting. He
blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of
his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.
“You’re
safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. “We’re both safe.”
He took a
deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms. It was only then that he realized he lay half
on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.
“Jesus,”
he muttered, immediately letting go. He
pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her. “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”
She shook
her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From
the insurgents.”
Jerkily,
he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face. He shook, not from fear, but from the
nightmare that still lingered in his mind.
“A tire
blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”
He looked
out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty. “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”
“I know,”
she said. “I think I hit a large rock.”
Doubt
lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think
clearly. “I would never hurt you,
Church.”
“I know.
You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get
the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”
“Fuck.”
He cradled
his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a
reaction this strong in quite a while.
In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink
had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“It’s
okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your
back, too.”
He took
the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to
savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew
that. He may not know the reason why she
shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place
where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his
groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had
a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral
response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his
cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower
away from his shoulder.
ABOUT BETH:
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 cutters and push myself to write
complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think
outside the box. I love writing
characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who
find redemption through love.
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