Heist Crime, Religious Thriller, Mystery, Suspense, Adventure

  Date Published: March 2020

   

   

  “Sophia von X” is a 2020 Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Winner

    in the Fiction – Religious Theme genre!

  It was supposed to be a vacation, the trip to a newly discovered tomb of

    Jesus…

  When Sabina Ferrara was driving to Bingerbruck, Germany, she was hoping to

    put a painful marriage behind her. Certain unforeseen events turned against

    her, and during a visit to Christ’s tomb, she meets Thomas von Essen

    – a dangerous thief who is hiding behind the name of a decent family,

    pretending that he is a famous archaeologist. Against her will, Sabina is

    dragged into the middle of the stealing of biblical artifacts, killings, and

    shootings. She ended up attracting the attention of an unknown enemy from

    Jerusalem, a wicked man called Papa Zen. A powerful mogul who knows too much

    about Sabina and her mysterious birthmark. She is the one he was looking for

    so long…

  12 lost pages from the Bible

  Car chases, guns, and fights

  Yakuza and Ndrangheta families

  Palermo, Istanbul, Jerusalem

  Deaths, tears, broken hearts

  Sophia von X is a story of violence, obsession, secrets and tragedy, lies,

    hate, and love.

   

  About the Author

SE Crème de la Crème author Victoria Ray lives in a small

    town 62 miles west of Stockholm. She has garnered much acclaim for her So

    Absurd It Must Be True series and her Sophia von X thriller.

  Victoria is a finalist for the prestigious Readers Favorite Contest and has

    been nominated for a Book Excellence Award for original writing. When she is

    not writing, Victoria spends most of her time reading, cooking, traveling

    the world, walking with her dogs, and catching her favorite Gota Lejon

    shows. An admitted sweets fanatic, she feeds her addiction by visiting the

    local bakery April on Sunday afternoons.

  Keep in touch with Victoria via Instagram: @victoriaray_nb

  Visit Ray’s blog on WordPress – http://www.raynotbradbury.blog

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A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

  Hades Abyss MC, Book 11

  Motorcycle Club Romance

  Date Published: November 24, 2023

   

   

  Nari – Pain. Humiliation. Those are the things my father taught me,

    and every man I’ve met since. Running away from home didn’t fix

    anything. Now I’m nineteen and back in the town my family calls home.

    I haven’t told them I’m here, and I don’t plan to. But I

    also didn’t count on a biker giving me a ride, and leaving me at the

    Hades Abyss compound. They say they’ll help me, but can I trust them?

    What if they’re just as bad as all the others?

  Iron –I’m no stranger to the darker side of life. Sometimes

    I’m the monster lurking in the shadows. Still, there’s a line I

    won’t cross. I will never harm an innocent woman or child. The moment

    I saw the tiny Asian woman cowering in front of Titan, I wanted to protect

    her from the world. She’s been beaten, yet she’s not broken.

    I’ve never met anyone like Nari before. Despite how timid she appears,

    she’s stronger than she realizes. I know I’ll do whatever it

    takes to make her smile and keep her safe, even if it means getting blood on

    my hands. The moment her family tries to take her from me, I’ll show

    them what it means for Nari to be mine.

   

  WARNING: Iron is intended for readers 18+ due to bad language, violence,

    and adult situations. There’s no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a

    guaranteed happily ever after.

  EXCERPT

Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde

   

  Nari

  My cheek pressed into the carpet as Gio held me down. I knew I’d be

    covered in bruises within the hour, if I wasn’t already. Nothing new.

    It seemed all I had to do was breathe in order to piss him off. I’d

    only stayed due to a lack of options. Leaving Gio would only mean taking a

    chance on someone else. Men didn’t help runaway teens for nothing.

    They either made us drug mules, thieves, or prostitutes. I couldn’t

    think of a way to escape. Everyone I’d ever trusted had betrayed me.

    Why should that change?

  If things had been different, if my family had cared even a little, I never

    would have run away. Living at home had been awful, but my life on the

    streets was far worse.

  “You stupid, worthless cunt! Where’s my money?” he asked

    for the fifth time. As if my answer was suddenly going to change.

  “I told you I don’t have it. I couldn’t find any work

    today, Gio.” Or more accurately, I hadn’t found a mark. Stealing

    was my forte.

  He leaned in closer. “Then you have a choice, Nari. You can pay the

    money by spending a few nights at the house on Spruce, or you find a high

    paying job before morning. Which is it going to be?”

  I swallowed hard. It wasn’t really a choice at all. I refused to go

    near drugs, and I really didn’t want to be a whore. I couldn’t

    understand the girls and women who chose that path. I didn’t look down

    on them for it, but it wasn’t something I’d ever voluntarily do.

    Of course, if I wanted a legal job, there was always the strip club. Except

    I hadn’t really been blessed in the curves department. I didn’t

    even need a bra. Who the hell would pay to watch me take my clothes off?

    Now, letting him use me as a whore in his brothel? That was a different

    story. Those men didn’t much care what a woman looked like, and I knew

    he wouldn’t be sending his top customers my way. All they wanted was a

    living woman to fuck, although it wouldn’t surprise me if some

    didn’t even care if I was alive when they fucked me. I’d learned

    the hard way just how screwed up people could be.

  “I’ll find a job,” I said. “Please, Gio. I really

    tried.”

  He finally released me and stood. “Fine. By sunrise, you better have

    something lined up. If not, don’t bother coming home. You either take

    your ass over to Spruce, or you better run.”

  As if running would do me any good. He’d track me down and things

    would be even worse. But I had to try. I refused to go down without a fight,

    or at the very least a last-ditch effort. If only I’d known I was

    heading this direction the moment I walked out of my dad’s house. Not

    once had I seen my picture on the news or in any papers. He’d never

    bothered to search for me. Why would he when he had his precious Joon?

  Maybe I could go home. Or at least back to my hometown. I didn’t

    think Gio would ever think to look for me there. He knew how much I hated

    that place, and the hell I’d been through while I lived at home. Yeah.

    I should go back. I didn’t bring in enough money for him to chase me

    across state lines.

  I waited until Gio left, then packed a small backpack. It wasn’t like

    I owned much anyway. Grabbing the little bit of cash I’d managed to

    hide, I shoved it into my satchel and left the house for the last time. One

    way or another, I was leaving this place behind. I didn’t care if I

    had to hitchhike all the way back to Mississippi.

  Every step made pain explode through my body. I stopped to put on my hoodie

    and made sure my face was mostly covered. I didn’t need anyone seeing

    the marks on my body and stopping to ask questions. A rumble of a motorcycle

    came up behind me and slowed. I quickly glanced toward the street and

    realized the man was eyeing me.

  I assessed his overall size and wondered if I could outrun him. Men

    prowling the streets for women always spelled trouble.

  “Do you need a ride somewhere?” he asked.

  I took in every detail of his appearance, from his Native American genes to

    the leather cut declaring him part of the Reckless Kings MC. I hadn’t

    heard of them, but there was a group of bikers in my hometown. They’d

    been a little scary, but I’d never heard of them hurting kids or

    anything. Was his club the same? Just because he looked rough and little

    scary didn’t mean he was a bad guy. Sometimes, the ones who looked

    like wholesome decent men were the most vicious.

  He sighed and inched the bike closer. “Look. My name is Crow.

    I’m not going to hurt you, but it looks like you’re in some

    trouble and trying to get out of here. So you can get on the back of my bike

    and I’ll take you as far as I can. Or you can keep walking and hope

    whoever you’re running from doesn’t catch up. With the way

    you’re moving, I’m going to assume someone beat the hell out of

    you.”

  I winced. He noticed that? “I’m going to

    Mississippi.”

  “What part?” he asked.

  “Ever heard of a club called the Hades Abyss? I’m going to that

    town,” I said.

  He nodded. “I know them. Get on and I’ll make sure you get

    home. It’s a little out of my way, but it’s fine.”

  Without another thought, I climbed on behind him and put my arms around his

    waist. It wasn’t my first time on a motorcycle, even if it had been

    years ago. It also wasn’t the first time I’d put my trust in a

    stranger. He’d either keep me safe, or I’d trade one abusive

    asshole for another.

  “I’m Nari,” I said. “Thanks for the

    ride.”

  “Sure thing, kid. Hold on tight.” He twisted the throttle ,

    revving the engine, then eased the bike forward. As he picked up speed and

    shifted gears, the wind whipped the hood off my head. I closed my eyes and

    pressed my forehead to his back. For the first time in forever, I felt

    free.

  I didn’t know if I’d made the right choice, but there was no

    going back now.

  About the Author

  Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC

    Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde

    immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible

    women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still

    managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

  When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new

    plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.

    She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.

    Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and

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  Author’s Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook: @harleywylde

  Author on Twitter: @HarleyW_Writer

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the lost art of mannerisms

   

  Children’s Book

  Date Published: April 5, 2023

  Publisher: ‎Mindstir Media

Cori Elba (Illustrator)

   

  When your children are learning to speak, it can come out and grunts,

    screams, or yells.

  This can make it hard to understand them. To help them through this tough

    time, start by getting on their level. Look them in the eyes and reassure

    them that it is okay to get frustrated. Then ask them to use their words

    with please, thank you, and excuse me. These three basic phrases set a

    foundation for the language you will share between you and your child. Just

    remember… Repeat, repeat, repeat. Stay with their consistent

    repetition. You might grow tired of it, but to your two-year-old, it’s

    the routine they need to develop.

  Politeness is spoken worldwide and in every language, whether in public or

    private. The simplicity of kindness teaches that everyone matters in this

    world. These three children’s books (“Please, Thank You and Excuse

    Me,” “Listen, Share, and Be Nice,” and “Animal

    Etiquette for Kids”) are lighthearted and geared for all ages.

    Mannerisms must start somewhere, so why not parents, grandparents, teachers,

    friends, and caregivers show our children mutual respect for all people,

    places, and things?

  This series of children’s books is a fun way to re-introduce manners into

    your children’s lives. It’s cool to be polite and kind to everyone.

   

  About the Author

Ashley has been a professional nanny for over fifteen years and the owner

    of a nanny service. She incorporates nature with mild education and

    mannerisms in children’s lives. When Ashley is not a nanny, she is a world

    traveler, nature enthusiast, and loves mountain biking, yoga, and spending

    time with her nephew, Walker.

   

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