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Zero is out

The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club 3

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Beggar

My fall scattered all the pieces in me until I had a small part left. That last sliver of my humanity was stolen from me by the enforcer of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club. He name is Zero.

Zero

Once Upon a time I met a girl and I loved her with everything in me. Then one day she betrayed me. She chose him over me.

Now she is back but for how long ?

The Satan Snipers continue with their hunt for Lucca as another threat lurks in the misty waters of Kanla.

Women are dying and it is up to The Satan Snipers to find the ones who are guilty.

As the club hunts down their enemies Beggar and Zero are faced with questions and new obstacles in their path.

How do I choose between the woman I love and my own flesh and blood?

Zero is out now

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Beauty’s Breath News

Hey Guys

So I have waited till the last minute to tell you guys that Beauty’s Breath is still not done.

I spoke to the editor and she said by next Wednesday but I have decided if it is not done on Tuesday next week I will publish it anyway by Friday and do my own editing as I do not know how long it takes for a person to edit a novel.

I really do apologise and hope in the future to find a new editor that is more competent with time and deadlines.

I will be posting a few adverts this week and the cover would be up from tomorrow as well as a synopsis.

Please do not send me bad mail, I am aware that you guys are upset and some just frustrated but it was really a lack of judgement from my side so I take full responsibility and will make sure the book is published on Friday 7th September 2018

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The story of Kylie Bray

Writing Kylie Bray

A few years back I started Kylie Bray. It was just a basic story about a girl in love with her billionaire brother.

The story was bland and I quickly got bored of it and continued to write the sequel to House of Legions.

After I published Beggar I started the blog of Liston Hills (school me) and I needed more characters. Then came in Kylie Bray and her siblings.

Once I brought her in, my obsession for the familia came to play then one thing led to another and before I even understood it myself I was writing three different series that all linked to each other because of one girl ‘Kylie Bray’. Her story kept bugging me, and I wrote it up in stages. On and off until I completed it a month back.

She is and will always be a character I can relate too as well as many women and men who have experienced unrequited love.

Below is a small piece of Kylie Bray 😊😁

People look at me and see a monster. They look at me and see a killer but no body knows I am so much worse.

I was once Kylie Bray , billionaire heiress, a Southern belle until Mafia boss Vincent Stone walked back into my life.

He was my obsession, I was addicted to his darkness and instead of nurturing it , he used it as the worst form of torture.

I knew Vincent was a bad person , but I never knew how bad he really was until I was already too deep, lost to the maze of obsession.

I couldn’t find my way out no matter how hard I tried.

He tainted me, marked me as his knowing that he would never be mine.

You see , Vincent Stone wasn’t just my stepbrother. He was a made man and I was his muse

Available on Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Kylie-Bray-Made-Stone-heart-ebook/dp/B079HV95VW

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School me p3 (page 22)

Sabastian
So my night with Reagan ended , and began my night with Hennessey Ellipse a thirteen thousand dollar bottle of Hennessey, ranked ten in the world. It tasted like crap , it wasn’t my drink of choice. It was however the only bottle of alcohol I had in my room, which is where I ended up as the night progressed.
A knock on the door was a surprise and it wasn’t the European surprise either no, it was Lizzy. Reagan’s long last cousin and the daughter of my father’s latest woman. By then I was too drunk and she was not holding up well either. She however was not the woman in my bed, that award belonged to non other than Victoria Stone. Yes, the naked beauty that I would live to forget would be Victoria, and if anyone and I don’t just mean Aiden Hallow , Dainy’s brother who has loved Victoria since the guy figured out what his dick was used for but the Stone brothers.
We practically lived in the same yard since we were born. She was supposed to be like a sister to me, only thing, last night Victoria was no sister, she was a beautiful woman and I was a man. Now I am a criminal and she is my judge.
“Rae, wake up. “ I shake her a bit, her pale skin in contrast to the black and grey duvet wrapped around her top half of her naked body.
She groans, turning over, giving me a view and a half of her ass. The thought of smacking it hits me but I snort instead. Grabbing the duvet I pull it off her, “Rae, if you don’t wake up David is coming for you.” She practically jumps up falling toward the lush carpeted floor and I don’t stop the laugh that comes when I see her bug eyes glaring at me.
“Way to go, you know I was enjoying my sleep until you decided to wake me.” Rae gets up off the floor in all her naked glory and I roll my eyes as I also get up off the bed.
“What happened last night is a need to know basis and nobody besides you and I need to know, Dainy will freak, My brothers will end up in prison and I am pretty sure Aiden will become the joker or some crazy thing like that.” Rae rants as she picks up her dress and grabs her shoes.
“Maybe I should have just taken my chances and let you sleep.” I slip a clean white tee on, and walk toward the far end of my bedroom where my walk-in closet is situated and grab the track pants handing from the silver handle.

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School me p3 (page 17)

Lizzy


Dexter slips the girl off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.

“My stepmother had the place redone before she passed on.” He slams the tub of ice-cream on the counter and I can’t help the flinch at hearing his sneer when he talks about his stepmother. 
“How many sisters do you have?” I ask him as a way of changing this direction of conversation
“One, she is a twin, her name is Niya and her twin my brother Nolan, they are in Liston Prep Academy. This little one is my aunts daughter. So what brings Reagan’s cousin to my front door? Plan on stealing some art?” His green eyes twinkle as he opens the tub of chocolate ice cream and I squirm at the look he gives me. 
“No, Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer.” He stops what he is doing as his small sister runs back to him, “Decky, give me ice cream.” 
He holds my gaze for a few seconds before he drops his head down to face the small little girl , “Ah, but I didn’t hear any magical words Casandra?” 
“Pleeeease Decky?” 
He rolls his eyes as he bends down and opens a cupboard pulling out three bowls , “Go wash your hands, your mother should be around any minute now.” 
“Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer?” He slides the ice cream spoon perfectly along the surface of the ice cream, resembling a perfect circle. 
“And how am I suppose to do that exactly?” He has a big grin on his face and I am not sure if it is from hearing Mason Brays name or the fact that I am here for his help?
“I have no idea, kind of why I’m here.”  
He laughs and I hate to admit it, but my stomach flutters as my cheeks heat up when I blush. Dexter  is strikingly attractive, his face is sharp ,like cut glass with high cheek bones and firm full lips, but when he laughs it transforms his sexy persona to a boy next door look.
“Okay, come over tonight after eight bring what ever you got and we can take it from there.”

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School me p3 (page 15)

Lizzy 
Death and fear, is it something that works hand in hand, are the two related? Since my arrival in Liston Hills I have come to an involuntary stop trying to find out who killed my father. 

Where ever I go I am left with more questions than answers.         Gina Lorne my mother’s evil sister died recently and I know her death is somehow linked to my fathers. Proving my theory a few days ago was  impossible. But not now. Today, thanks to Mason Bray I have hope.

Mason Bray has followed me continuously these last few weeks and when I snuck into the morgue he made himself visible. I thought about lying and giving him a lame reason why I was practically breaking into the police stations morgue but in the end I just told him the truth. 
The guy is crazy, because when I did he offered to help, he bribed the cleaner and before we knew it we were inside getting a first row seat to the dead woman who stirred up things in a dead town. 

Not to say that anything came out of it. We found nothing surprising, nothing to indicate the link of Gina and my fathers deaths. 
And now a few weeks later here I am looking at the monstrosity of old double doors that came out of a Tomb raiders novel. 

It is an easy four meters high and while the Bray house and The Estate are massive, this house is medieval, maybe slightly smaller than the Estate but its like an antique in the form of a house. 
Taking in a much needed deep breath I lift my hand to the big square button on the top of the left door and press. 
When I was at the main gate a woman buzzed me in and it took me at least five minutes to walk to the house. 

Who needs a driveway so long? The people in Liston Hills love their big houses but I notice they are obsessed with their yards. It makes me wonder whether keeping the yards clean is just another way to hide the secrets that are laying in wait inside their homes. 
The doors swings open with a loud creak and the blond haired billionaire and CEO of Kent Vaults International stands in from of me with a small girl attached to his back. 
My eyes widen when I see that she looks just like him, and a million and one thoughts erupt in my head, 

“Hey, you must be Dexter, Mason sent me.” I say as my gaze tracks back to the little girl on his back that is now peeping at me. 

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