Once upon a time…
Bel was a happy girl with loving parents. Now she lives for revenge. At her father’s urging a plan is set in motion which quickly spins out of control. Expecting to be used and abused by The Beasts MC, who are known for their orgiastic ways, she is prepared to accept her fate in order to execute her mission.
The time has come to even the score with the men responsible for her mother’s death.
Nate and Liam, leaders of The Beasts, have their hands full ensuring the survival of their people as they sell Beast Brew to survive in a city crumbling around them. When a Rose MC member is plucked from their care the laws of Epsilon demand the perpetrator forfeit his life. But then the leader of The Devil’s Disciples’ daughter offers herself in exchange for his life, and they can’t refuse the beauty’s plea.
Once she’s pressed between them they know they’re keeping her for their own, but first they must figure out why she’s there.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
Read an excerpt from Love & Punishment:
The driver stopped before the crumbling amphitheater where concerts and plays were once
staged. Tonight’s performance featured her as the star. Her own personal tragedy would play out
in living shades of black and gray before the High Council. In the years since The Wave, a
civilization-crushing electromagnetic pulse, and the riots after, the council, consisting of a
member from each surviving territory, sat in judgment over their EpiCenter. Tonight they judged
her father.
Something stank. Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with the charges against her father and
everything to do with the pungent chemical smell of the rancid fuel used to power the
patchwork-metal car she’d climbed out of. The entrance loomed ahead, the embodiment of
things to come, and drew her forward until the rumble of bikes announced more arrivals. Damn,
she had hoped to be the last to arrive so she could slip inside to wait for what she expected to
unfold. Instead, she found herself transfixed by two men who sat astride their sleds as though the
engines rumbled for them alone. The matte-black beasts were harsh and angular, yet beautiful.
From the sleek elongated fronts to the extra-wide tire in the rear, the bikes were designed to draw
attention. And still, the men commanded every eye in the parking lot.
Of course, as the only person left, her eyes answered their call. One dark and one fair. She
saw little actual skin, yet she would have said with absolute certainty both men were packed with
muscle. Something about them made any other notion laughable.
Blood thrummed through her veins while her pulse raced. Breath harsh with some unnamed
reaction, she could only compare the sensation to having spent two hours sparring with an
unbeatable opponent. The air wheezed from her lungs in painful gasps, her muscles trembled,
and a fine sweat broke out across her skin. The dampness between her thighs? Not something she would discuss with anyone. Not even her sisters, Briana and Charlene.
Then the emblems sewn on the back of their jackets caught her eye, drawing a curse from her
that would have gotten her smacked across the face by her father. Their jackets proudly
displayed a grinning skull with a barbed-wire halo and black wings. A snarling wolf in red and
black appeared in the boney head where eyes should have been and the words The Beasts MC
were emblazoned over the top and bottom of the image. Once she knew they were the enemy
their appeal dulled, though did not die. With a sigh of regret, she turned and strolled through the
gates of the venue. They were affiliated with the wrong club. Lived in the wrong territory.
Answered to the wrong man.
She eased into the terraced bowl, hiding in the shadows for the moment. And there were a
great many shadows despite the giant torches jutting from the walls. The men from outside
mostly forgotten, she focused on the task at hand. Maybe if her luck held she might have an
opportunity to meet one of the men she’d seen earlier before she exacted her revenge. Then
again, it wouldn’t matter because after she did her job she would be branded Beast Enemy Number One.
Assuming she got to live.
Interview with Sorcha Mowbray:
Jillian: What’s the first book you remember reading?
Sorcha: Curious George Goes to The Hospital. I really wanted an xray after that. LOL!
Jillian: What’s your favorite fairy tale?
Sorcha: Beauty and The Beast has always been a favorite. Largely because she ends up rescuing him.
Jillian: Where do you read and how often?
Sorcha: All the time. Standing in line, walking to work, riding the trolley, on the couch, in the bed...the bathroom. I have yet to find a place I can't read. :-)
Jillian: What was the first story you remember writing?
Sorcha: My friend and I wrote our own version of Sweet Valley High. We had a notebook we passed back and forth, each of us taking a turn writing a chapter. It was so much fun to see what she wrote each time!
Jillian: What’s something you’d like to tell your fans?
Sorcha: I love hearing from you! Drop me an email, leave a comment on my site, say hi on Facebook, whatever. But I love to hear from you!
Jillian: Do you write while listening to music? If so what kind?
Sorcha: I do listen to music. Usually I build a station on Pandora for whatever book I'm writing. So, for series I have a station geared to that series. One Night with A Cowboy is all country and Tales From Epsilon is a hard driving rock station called Beasts MC.
Station links: Beasts MC ONWAC
Jillian: Do you read reviews of your books? If so, do you pay any attention to them, or let them influence your writing?
Sorcha: I do sometimes. I try not to read the really negative ones...I don't want to paralyze myself. But I am always open to constructive criticism and I love hearing about the good stuff. LOL!
Commenters: Do you have a favorite fairytale? Perhaps one you'd like to read as an adult romance? I can think of several. I'm going to share right now…
