Book Synopsis:
Trying to escape a horrific past, Shyla has immersed herself in life as a tough cop in the bustle of LA. When the case
of a lifetime takes her back to her hometown of Redding, she is thrown into a world of organized crime, deceit, and
bitter reminders of her childhood.
As Shyla’s path crosses that of Brennan, a troubled sidekick to the ringleader she’s intent on taking down, she
discovers he has a past even darker than hers and she is forced to re-evaluate everything she believes about
herself,
her job, and what she knows about right and wrong.
Can she face the demons of her upbringing and learn to trust again? Her life will depend on it.
Author Bio:
Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their four children. She
loves to travel with her family. She is desperately confused as to why she lives where it rains all
the time because she lives for sunny days and blue skies. She drinks coffee until she’s manic and
loves to dance.
She married Pablo Bellon in her early twenties and relished her time as a stay-at-home mom for
many years before she decided to go to college. She graduated with her nursing degree in 2005.
Then when she and her husband decided to have their fourth child she took leave of her medical
career to be with the baby. It was during this time that she began writing her first book.
Six months later, she sat back and stared in complete disbelief at the final page of a young adult
novel and said, “I think I just wrote a book.” What next? So she set to doing the research on what
it took to publish a novel. That’s when she discovered that writing the book was the easy part.
Publishing and marketing that book was another beast altogether. She also discovered that her
book was somewhat of a mess. It needed a lot of work!
So she immersed herself in the business. She found a writers critique group. She read everything
she could on the craft of writing. She went to conferences and listened to the wisdom of authors
and editors. She researched on the internet until her eyes felt like they were bleeding. But most
of all, she wrote. And wrote. And wrote. Until she began to feel like she might, just might, have
a chance at making a name for herself in this tough industry.
In four years she wrote seven books. Three have been published. Four are currently contracted
to be published with Pandamoon Publishing. In the summer of 2012, she won the Pinnacle Book
Achievement Award for her YA, Embracing You, Embracing Me. Later that same year she won
a silver medal award from Wise Bear Media literary contest for her YA, as well as a silver for
Rogue Alliance, the first edition.
As a multi-genre author, she writes suspense, romance, women’s fiction, literary fiction, YA, and
her latest is crime suspense with paranormal elements.
Author Links:
http://www.michellebellon.com/
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https://twitter.com/MichelleBellon
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4742393.Michelle_Bellon
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EXCERPT:
His arms were filled with her, his mind consumed by her. The sweet taste of her made him heady and irrational. But underlying the passion, the need to satiate his desire, was another, more ruthless instinct.
Though Brennan had taken his daily supplement, and had been successful at curbing his unnatural and ingrained yearning for weeks, the smell of her just under his nostrils, so close and so warm, triggered that hated thirst. It made him sick to his stomach to think of how badly he wanted to give in to both desires. Which was the strongest? He wasn’t sure.
As if sensing his weakness, she tipped her long neck back and exposed it to him, daring him. With her fingers in his hair, she pulled him in until his lips touched the smoothness of her skin. The pulse was quick and strong under his lips. His body strained. His muscles were taught, and he sensed that the smallest provocation would send him over the edge. He didn’t trust himself, and not for the first time.
Unable to resist, he kissed the small dip in her throat. With a flick of the tongue, he tasted her salty skin. The she spoke, and the desperation in her voice made him hesitate.
“Just do it.”
Confusion segued to startling realization as it dawned on him what she was suggesting, but he didn’t pull away. With his lips against her throat, he closed his eyes and fought the raging war within. It would have been so easy to sink his teeth into her flesh. God, he really was a monster.
She spoke again softly, the encouragement in her voice near pleading. He saw a tear run down the side of her neck.
“Just do it. I can’t do this anymore. I just want all of it to go away.”
Her raw emotion and pure vulnerability slapped him back to his senses. Pulling back, he looked into her face. The pain was pure and unhindered. Her typical thick bravado was nowhere to be found. Only the depth of who she was, and what she feared, got exposed in that moment.
Guilt and shame plagued him, but, more than that, everything about Shyla haunted him.
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