Day: November 4, 2021

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πŸ”₯Cover Reveal πŸ”₯ Green by Nicole James #coverreveal #nicolejames

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Title: GREEN
Series: Evil Dead MC #13
Author: Nicole James
Genre: MC Romance
Cover Design: Lori Jackson Designs
Release Date: November 18, 2021
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Can a face from my past change my future?

When an invitation shows up out of the blue, I’m reminded of a promise I made to a girl twenty years ago and suddenly my heart is pounding.
Do I dare keep it?
She’s the one girl that ever meant a damn to me, and the one girl that got away. She walked out of my life once and it devastated me. Now life is giving me another shot, but if she walks out on me a second time I don’t think I’ll survive it.
Second chances don’t come around very often. Not for a one-percent biker like me. There are no do-overs in the MC life. Not when you’re staring down the barrel of a gun. Not when you’re deciding whether to pull the trigger.
But love? Maybe for once the luck of the Irish will shine down on me and give me a second chance with the one girl I let slip through my fingers.
Living with regret is a hard pill to swallow.
Living with the same regret twice? Impossible.

Sometimes facing your past can be the scariest thing you’ll ever do.

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EXCERPT

The sound of a pack of Harleys coming up the street draws my attention and I wander to the front of the house to peer out the window. It’s four of my brothers. They slow to make the turn into my driveway.

I backtrack through the house and go out the back door to meet them. They park and dismount, pulling their helmets off.
β€œWondered how long it’d take before you found the place.” I smile. β€œI hope to God you brought beer.”
Red Dog grins, pulls a twelve-pack out of his saddlebag, and holds it up. β€œLike American Express . . . don’t leave home without it.”
I fold my arms. β€œOkay, you’re allowed in. What about the rest of you? Do you come bearing gifts?”
Wolf pulls a bottle of Jack out of his saddlebag. β€œDoes this get me inside?”
β€œYou also may enter.”
I look at Cole and Crash and arc a brow. β€œWell?”
Cole scoffs. β€œYou’re lucky we hauled our asses over the mountains to come see the place.” They both shoulder past me.
Crash slugs me in the chest as he tromps up the steps. β€œLet’s see this Tyrolean Haunted House you’re livin’ in, Green.”
Boots trudge inside, and four leather-clad men plus myself take up most of the space in the kitchen.
Red Dog hands me the case of cans. β€œDon’t say I never gave ya nothin’.”
I tear it open and pass them each a beer.
They wander around the house, checking each room.
β€œChrist, Green, what are you going to do with a place this big?” Cole asks.
β€œI know who’s having the next Christmas party,” Wolf says. β€œBet you could fit a ten-foot tree in this entryway.” He stares up.
β€œLook at that staircase, man. How old is this place?” Red Dog asks.
β€œ1889,” I reply.
Red Dog looks up the stairs. β€œHow many rooms you got in this place?”
β€œFifteen.”
β€œSome rich guy build it?”
β€œRailroad baron or so I’ve been told.” I shrug. β€œNever really researched it.”
Crash looks over at me, resting his elbow on the banister post. β€œSeriously, Green, how are you gonna pay to heat and cool a place this big, not to mention the upkeep and repairs?”
β€œGram left me some insurance money. If it gets to be too much, guess I’ll sell it.”
We move to the dining room and sit around the big table.
Cole slouches back in the chair at the head of the table, one arm hooked over the back. I sit on the opposite end. Wolf and Crash sit in the middle, while Red Dog leans a hip against the buffet.
β€œYou movin’ in probably lowered the home values of everybody in the neighborhood,” Crash jokes.
β€œDrive over wasn’t as far as I thought,” Cole says.
β€œNope, just twenty minutes from the clubhouse.”
β€œHow you likin’ it so far?” Cole asks.
β€œBetter than where I was,” I reply, and wait for the jokes. My brothers don’t fail me.
β€œAnything’s better than that trailer, Green.” Crash grins at me.
I can’t argue with him, so I don’t bother.
Wolf leans his elbows on the table. β€œSo you gonna hire a maid to keep the place clean?”
I know he’s only half-joking. β€œYeah. Gonna make her dress in one of those little skimpy French maid outfits.”
Red Dog chuckles. β€œGood luck with that. Maybe you can get one of the strippers from the club to come and play house with you, Green.”
Wolf swivels to him. β€œHaven’t you heard, bro? Our boy here has sworn off strippers.”
β€œNah, can’t be true. Say it ain’t so, Green.” Red Dog laughs and props a hand on the buffet. It lands on the invitation. He glances down, frowns, then picks it up and reads it. β€œWhat’s this? You’re cordially invited to the class of 2001 twenty-year reunion. Damn, Green, you’re gettin’ old.”
I nod and take a hit off my beer.
β€œWait, you graduated high school? And you’re still that dumb?” Wolf teases.
β€œHe probably paid someone to take the test.” Crash grins at me.
β€œOr slept with the teacher.” Cole joins in.
β€œYou goin’?” Red Dog asks.
β€œYeah.”
β€œYou’re kiddin’ me. Why would you go to something like that?” Wolf asks. β€œWe have better parties at the clubhouse any day of the week.”
β€œI made a promise to this girl that I would.” That gets all their attention.
β€œYou got a high school sweetheart, Green?” Wolf teases, making kissy faces.
β€œGrow up,” I snap.
β€œWhat kind of promise?” Crash asks.
I explain.
Cole arcs a brow. β€œSo you made a promise to show up at this thing, and if you’re both single, you’ll date this chick whom you haven’t seen in twenty years?”
β€œI keep my promises, especially to Sara.”
β€œYou mean you suckered some high school girl into this pact? I think we need to rescue her.”
β€œHa ha. You guys are hilarious. I said I’d go, and I’m going.”
Red Dog huffs a laugh. β€œNo kidding? You’re really gonna get all dressed up and go to this fancy ball?”
β€œIt’s not a ball,” I argue.
β€œSays here it’s in the ballroom of the Fife Estate. Sounds like a ball to me,” he says, scanning the invitation. β€œDude, did you even read this thing?” He proceeds to read aloud. β€œWe’re recreating the magic of our Fairytale Prom at the ballroom and gardens of the Fife Estate . . . a night of enchantment under the stars . . . Black Tie required. That’s a ball, bro.”
β€œFife Estate? Where’s that?” Wolf asks.
β€œSays here its thirty miles south of San Francisco, nestled on the slope of the Santa Cruz Mountains . . . blah, blah, blah . . . built in 1917 . . .”
β€œWill you shut up about that,” Wolf grabs it out of Red Dog’s hands and looks at me. β€œGreen, are you serious about this stuff?”
β€œWhat stuff?”
β€œThis pact or promise or whatever you made with this girl.”
β€œYeah. I’m serious.”
β€œYou realize this is like in two weeks?”
β€œYeah, so?”
β€œYou RSVP?”
β€œYeah. Couple days ago.”
β€œWhat were you plannin’ on wearing?”
Laughter breaks out around the table.
β€œDude, do you even own a suit?” Crash asks.
β€œCrap, hadn’t thought of that.”
More laughter.
β€œWhat’s so funny?” I ask.
Wolf grins. β€œYou. You’re like a reverse Cinderella. What you need is a fairy godmother.”
β€œHe needs like a pack of β€˜em,” Crash adds, finishing off his beer, and crushing the can in his hand.
β€œI think this calls for a run to the nearest tux shop,” Wolf says, looking not at me, but at Cole who grins and nods.
β€œI think you’re right, brother.”
β€œOh, no,” I protest, but they’re already standing. Red Dog grabs me by the underarms and hauls me up.
β€œOh, yes. Come on.”
Wolf is already pulling up the nearest location on his phone. β€œTen minutes from here.”
And so, in no time at all, I find myself standing in front of a mirror in a black tux, with some old man measuring my inseam.
β€œWhile you got that tape measure out—” Red Dog starts to joke, staring at my crotch.
β€œShut up,” I tell him.
The man ignores him and measures my arm and shoulders. β€œVery good, sir. We’ll have it ready for pickup on Thursday, next week.”
I slip the jacket off into his waiting arms. β€œThanks.”
The guys all move out to the street, while I pay at the counter and get my receipt. I shove it in my pocket and head outside where my brothers wait by the bikes parked at the curb. They’ve given me hell for the last hour, and no doubt won’t be letting up until the big day, but for a chance to see Sara again, I’ll put up with whatever they dish out.
Cole is sitting sideways on the seat of his bike, smoking a cigarette. He grins up at me when I come through the door. β€œRemember, Cinderella, you turn back into a pumpkin at midnight.”
β€œGreen, what if she’s a dog?” Wolf asks.
β€œShe wasn’t a dog.”
β€œBeen twenty years, dude,” he reminds me, and it gives me pause.
β€œThere’s that deer-in-the-headlight look of panic I’ve been waitin’ for,” Crash says, chuckling.
β€œCrap,” I whisper the word, wondering if I haven’t thought this through. β€œI have no idea what I’m getting myself into, do I? What if she’s not my style?”
β€œYour style? You mean fast and easy?” Crash snipes.
β€œHe means a stripper,” Wolf clarifies, laughing.
β€œJust look her up on social media,” Cole suggests.
β€œDo I look like a person who uses social media? Besides her name is very common, and there’s like a thousand people who pop up.”
β€œMaybe you need to bring a date,” Wolf suggests.
β€œA date? Green?” Red Dog laughs.
Cole chuckles, meeting my eyes. β€œI’m sure he could pay one of the girls down at the strip club to go with him.”
β€œLet’s go. Any excuse to stop by there is a good one in my book,” Wolf says, waggling his brows.
β€œF that,” I protest.
β€œCome on, Green. We have to nail this down today. You gotta be fair and give the girl time to come up with a dress for this shindig, don’t you?”
I roll my eyes.
β€œMount up, Green,” my VP orders with a grin.
I jam my helmet on my head, and swing my leg over my seat, lifting it off the kickstand. β€œI hate you all.”
I drowned out their round of laughter with the roar of my Harley.

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Nicole James is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal
bestselling author who loves writing about hot alpha men who’ll do anything for
the women they love! Her stories are filled with struggle, conflict and real
human emotion. She is the author of the Evil Dead MC series, the Brothers Ink
Tattoo series and more.

Nicole loves to hear from her readers! You can contact her via e-mail, her
website contact form or on her social media accounts.

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Love will never die if it exists on the lips of death. I often thought about this while I was locked inside my Doll House in Patience. Groomed every second of every day, they made sure to cover all of the darkness lurking in my soul with the false guise of perfection. The soul is fickle. Naked to the public eye and only visible to the owner, a soul bleeds every time it’s put through pain. But when that’s hidden, it spreads. The trick is to protect it from reaching your brain.
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