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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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Zero (Satan Sniper’s motorcycle club book 3)

Zero

“hey, how’s the leg? ready to get the fuck off that damn thing.” I ask my brother.

It has been weeks since he arrived to the clubhouse. A month and three days since Amariya Demarco betrayed us all. I called her Beauty, even though she insisted we call her Beggar.

I dumped Falon. I gave up everything for her and all she did was remind me what a failure I am. I was supposed to protect the clubhouse, my brothers, our women and I failed them all.

I live with it, the guilt and with the guilt comes my shame because where ever I look where ever I walk in this place I see her.

Those black eyes, that long hair and pale skin. Her voice haunts me. She is inside me. Like a layer of flesh attached to my very being.