Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Shyla Colt's Always Blog Hop & Giveaway presented by Book Monster Promotions.
Music is a huge part of my life. Before I settled down and became a stay at home mom and full time writer, I had a bevy of careers. I was an Office manager, Sound and Lighting Engineer, DJ, and a flight attendant. By far, DJ was my favorite occupation, hands down. I’d spend a week getting a new set list ready to play at the club. There’s nothing better than playing the songs you love, and seeing people get out on the floor and enjoy themselves.
I listen to a little bit of everything, but I have a very special place in my heart for Punk Rock, and classic rock. When I write I tend to do playlists. Songs always help me stay in the right frame of mind for certain scenes, characters, or in some cases the mood of the book.
Below is my playlist for Always:
Play list:
Snow Patrol: The lighting Strike
Florence + The Machine: Breathe of Life
The Kills: U R a Fever
Modest Mouse : Float on
David Bowie : Changes
Coldplay: The Scientist
Lana Del Rey : Flipside
Andrew Bell : IN my Veins
Stateless: BloodStream
Florence+ The Machine : Never Let me Go
Florence + The Machine : Breathe of Life
Neil Young: Old Man
Lykke Li Kleerup : Until We Bleed
Led Zepplin : Ramble On
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Author: Shyla Colt
Series: Wesson Rebel M.C., Book One
Genre: Motorcycle Club Romance
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
Publication Date: August 29th, 2014
Available Formats: eBook
Blurb:
I never understood the phrase there’s a thin line between love and hate, until Dallas Wesson and I, became us.
The beautiful green-eyed biker with the broken soul tantalizes me with glimpses of the man behind the vest. He‘s gravity. I have no choice but to return to him, regardless of what it costs me. Our story is messy, unconventional, uninhibited, and insane. Still, it’s real, and until now it’s always been more than enough. I’m broken, bleeding out, and completely wrecked. I walk away. Yet, he refuses to let me go. Because no matter how much I resist him we both know what lies between us is for always.
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Excerpt:
I glance up from the books scattered across the table in the living room and smile wistfully. Danny, Dallas’ brother has his arms around Rowan’s waist. Her flaming red hair blends with his dark brown as he whispers in her ear. I force my eyes back down to my work and stifle the jealousy that threatens to eat me from the inside out. Danny and Rowan have an amazing relationship. They were always close, but when they hit fifteen things shifted. I’m happy for them. They’re two of my closest, okay…two of my only friends.
Growing up in Wesson MC your social circle is miniscule. We don’t take kindly to outsiders for good reason. We live by a different code. Normal people can’t understand the things we do, or the logic we apply to our colorful situations. Not to mention, you can’t protect someone not in the life from a blowback when shit goes down. Rivals don’t care who people are, only that you care about them.
We’re in my house today. With just me and my dad Reaper. In this three-bedroom two-bath house, there’s a lot more room than the others have in smaller dwellings. Plus, as club president, Danny and Dallas’ Dad has women in and out all the time.
The front door opens. Dad is home early. A wide grin spreads across my lips and I know I must look like an imbecile. I peer across the open layout. The broad-shouldered Adonis with a strong jaw and beautiful masculine features in the doorway is not who I expected. My happiness deflates. Dallas’ presence twists my guts up into a tangled mess. I stare at the calculus in front of me, wishing I could be invisible. This is why I wanted to go away to college in the first place.
“There she is,” Dallas rumbles. Like the bike he rides, his snarly seductive tone can’t be mistaken for anyone else’s.
Chill bumps breakout over my back. My breasts grow heavy. Heat spreads across my cheeks and travels down my neck. Once more, I thank God for my mocha-colored skin. I managed to give him a weak smile. Our relationship has been strained badly for the past six months.
Confusion muddies his vibrant green eyes…Guilt eats at my stomach like a hungry T-Rex.
His off and on again, whatever she is gets the picture. The strawberry blonde haired bitch, never fails to rub their relationship, or my presumed lack of experience in my face.
“Yep, here I am, buried in math.” The equations on the paper might as well be scrambled, because I do not understand a damn thing just now.
“It’s your fault for being so fucking smart,” Dallas says, grinning as he walks over and tugs at my ponytail.
The brotherly gesture sends my heart into my stomach, like an elevator on its way to the bottom floor. I’ll never be more than his pseudo little sister. All I want to do is retreat to my room and lick my wounds. Unfortunately, it would be too obvious. “That’s right, I forgot you like them dumb,” I say, delivering a tiny barb to assuage my own pain.
Dallas narrows his eyes. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“No one had to. She has eyes, same as the rest of us,” Rowan says.
I mentally thank her for jumping in and saving me from making a total ass of myself.
“Don’t start with the busting my balls. I came over to talk to the birthday girl about what she wants. Don’t be crabby, Co.” He pulls out the chair beside me and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his body.
I bite my lip to keep my purr of contentment inside, then my body relaxes.
He places a sweet kiss on my cheek. “There’s my Baby Girl.” He leans back and pins me with his sparkling green eyes.
I’m ensnared against my will, unable to do anything more but hold the intense gaze. Our connection hums to life.
“What do you want to do for your twenty-first, sweetheart?”
You. I will him to understand with my eyes. “I don’t know,” I whisper, feeling nervous now that he’s focused on me.
“You always know what you want, Coey. It’s in your blood.”
The nickname melts me from the inside out like a chocolate lava cake. “I don’t want anyone to make a big deal over it.”
“What?” Rowan asks.
“Come on, you know she doesn’t like being in the spotlight, Irish.” Dallas sneers.
“Are you telling me you know my best friend better than me?” Rowan places her hands on her hips. Her lips form a straight line.
With the look Rowan is wearing, I start imagining the walls being painted red.
“What? You think you’re the only one who cares about Baby Girl or knows her inside and out?” Dallas’ voice drops an octave. His jaw twitches and his body tenses. “You’d be wrong.”
“I want to go to the boardwalk,” I blurt the words out, capturing his attention. “Like we used to, just you and me.” My heart bounces of my ribs so hard, I swear one is going to break. What the hell am I thinking?
His eyes soften. He tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear. “You sure that’s what you want?”
“Yep, if we disappear early in the morning no one will be able to find me and embarrass me half to death.” The excuse sounds lame, even to my own ears, but it’s the best I have. So, I’m sticking to it. “Spread the word. I want a small gathering at the club Friday, members of this chapter only. That’s it. I don’t want this to turn into a gigantic clusterfuck.”
Dallas chuckles. “Whatever you want you get.”
Yeah, if only that were the truth.
He leans in and caresses my cheek with his knuckles. “It’s hard to believe you’re turning twenty-one tomorrow, Baby Girl. It seems like just yesterday you were rocking pigtails.”
The words are a slap my face. Why does he keep bringing up the past? The three years between us isn’t that vast of a difference. “We all grow up sometime, Dall.”
“Yeah, we do.” His eyes hold a strange expression I can’t quite place. It disappears, replaced by his trademark shit eating grin.
When have I ever been able to resist this man? Never. This is why the next day, I find myself skipping class and climbing onto the back of his bike a little after nine in the morning.
Shyla Colt is a quirky genre hopping rule breaker looking to diversify romance and take readers on countless adventures. You never know where you'll end up or who you'll meet in one her books If you'd like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.
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