Monday, October 26, 2015

FOUND BY YOU is an audiobook!

Ever wonder what Griffin Chandler sounds like? How about Roxie Peterson?

Well, I'm pleased to announce FOUND BY YOU is officially an audiobook! This was such a fun project and I'm so pleased with the way it turned out!

You can hear a 
sample below! The audiobook is available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible!

Happy Reading, or should I say "Listening," my friends! ^.^

- V <3!

Monday, October 19, 2015

Brody is live!

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Happy Monday, all!

I just wanted to drop in and let you know "Brody: A Found by You Novel" is officially live and available on all major ebook retailers.

Happy reading,

- V <3!

Monday, October 12, 2015

Boxed set sale! + Brody, A Found By You Novel Chapter One

Hey guys!

Some super exciting times going on! For starters, the FOUND BY YOU BOXED SET, which includes both books in the series is only $0.99!

Limited time sale to celebrate the release of Brody!

$0.99 on all retailers!

You can get it now on all available retailers at this price. 

Then, next Monday, book three in the series, Brody, A Found By You Novel, drops! Look out for the book October 19, 2015.

For now, here's chapter one of Brody! Hope you enjoy it :)

Releases: Oct 19, 2015

Pre Order iBooks: Click Here


He saved me…

Brody Chandler.

At a time when I was at my lowest, and cared far less about myself than anyone else possibly could.

But I can’t tell him everything and I have a feeling he’s doing the same behind that semi-truck’s wheel.

Who is this big, strong guy taking me away, and could I ever fathom a world in which he’s with me?


Chapter One


            I sat at the counter of the old diner I always stopped at on my route. I could have driven longer, but when I got close to Mae’s my foot instinctually hit the brake. She had my apple pie ready at the counter like clockwork. She knew I’d stop too. She had my schedule. Two a.m. and pie just went together, and if I was going to have it, it might as well have been at the best twenty-four hour diner in Arkansas. And believe me, I’d been to quite a few of them to be able to say that.
            The middle-aged black woman made sure to scoop a good-sized portion of vanilla ice cream right on the top. A la mode done right.
            I grinned at her, forking in a few bites before she went to serve two others that came in, a girl and a guy. They sat at a booth, taking my attention a bit. I might not have paid them any mind, but the guy had a few years on the girl and she didn’t look to be his daughter, him being white and her African American. I couldn’t see her face with her head down and long hair covering her cheeks. The strands streaked with some kind of magenta color and I found that pretty unique. She piqued my curiosity, this strange woman hiding behind her hair, but the guy took his place beside her, hiding her from my view. His hand slid over the tops of her brown shoulders. He squeezed her. I looked away. The two weren’t really any of my business. 
            Settling into my spot I went back to enjoying what I considered the fourth meal of the day—the one between dinner and breakfast. Since I started truck driving a few months ago, my schedule was all messed up. I ate when my body needed it, and right now, it needed Mae’s pie.
            Finishing up my dessert, I gazed over my shoulder and realized the couple that came in after I arrived were gone. It was just as well I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t allow myself to have many breaks when on the road so when I did I was in my own little world.
            I wiped my mouth with my napkin and gave Mae a tip the equivalent of the cost of my tab. It was damn good pie and I wanted to support her small business. Through previous chats, I knew the diner to be family owned. You always took care of family. That I knew.
            Picking my ball cap up from where I’d previously place it on the counter, I slipped it on top of my mop of blond hair. That shit got all over the place when I knew I had nobody to impress. The hat had become a permanent part of my daily wardrobe outside of work.
            Sliding away from the counter, I made my way to the bathrooms to wash my hands. This was the final stop before I drove into the night. I had to get back on route, back home.
            The door was closed when I got back there. I poised my hand to knock and verify no one was inside, but a shrill scream on the other end raised the hairs on the back of my neck and raced my heart into overdrive.
            I tugged on the handle immediately, but it was locked.
            “Someone’s in here!” drummed a male voice inside. “Shut the fuck up and pull your underwear down. I paid for this you fuckin’ tease so give me what I want.”
            I didn’t need to hear anymore.
            I took a step back and kicked the door in on nothing but sheer adrenaline. The hinges were rusty and old like the rest of the diner and the door caved easily.
            The scene before me turned my stomach. The man from before, the big one who had come in with the girl earlier, had his pants down with his back to me. The girl was there too, her hair long and colorfully streaked. I could see her eyes now between the strands. They were doe-like orbs, big and brown and glistened like starlight. They also had tears. They slid down a face covered in thick makeup. She sat on the floor before this man, her arms around a set of legs covered in black fishnet stockings. She had bruises on those arms and she stared at me wide-eyed with strong terror etched on her face.
            Her aggressor whipped around and red welts on his face told me the girl fought back. She fought, but he didn’t stop.
            I’d make him stop.
            He came at me, and I didn’t waste the advantage I had to assess the situation beforehand—my position versus his. I was sure my age and all those years I spent in construction with my dad and brother helped as I grabbed the guy’s arm. I tugged him to the side, slamming him head first into the tiled bathroom wall.
            He fell to the floor, groaning with his hand on his head. Blood seeped between his fingers and the red smeared across the wall let me know how hard he hit. Despite that, he got up with wobbly steps. He charged for me.
            I socked him in the gut and he went down again. This time, I joined him and let my fists fly. I gave this fucker a choice to stay down. He wasn’t getting another.
            “She wanted it,” he called out, an old fuck who I could now see was at least thirty years this girl’s senior. “The cunt asked for it. She can’t say no after I paid her.”
            I sent another blow to his face. “If a lady says no that means no, motherfucker. It don’t mean shit if you paid her.”
            He let out an argh! as my hand came away from his gut. I stood, feeling he had enough, and when he didn’t attempt to get up and come at me again, I knew he had. I didn’t hit a guy just because I felt like it. If I punched a dude I had a damn good reason. Only tools continued to hit a guy when he was down.
            Tired and breathing heavily, I glanced over at the girl. She blinked back tears, staring at the filth on the floor. Her small body shook under her hands. She looked to be in shock.
            Shit. I probably scared her more than this guy with what I did to him. I lifted my hat, pushing my hand over my sweaty brow and head before putting it back on. Cautiously, I stepped forward, treading lightly. I didn’t want to scare her more.
            “Are you okay?” I asked her.
            She jumped. Her eyes made a beeline up to mine, hers still sparkling in tears. She gripped her legs. Tensing, she didn’t say a word.
            I raised my hands, letting her know I wasn’t a threat. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just want to know if you’re okay.”
            Her brown eyes searched me, hesitance in their gaze. She had these eyes that made a guy want to stand up straighter and be just a little taller if only to make her feel more protected. That’s what I wanted her to feel—protected, and that she was safe with me.
            Slowly, she released her legs, but pulled them to her chest again when the guy on the floor moved. He stared at her, pushing up on his hands.
            “You little bitch,” he spat behind busted lips. “Give me back my money.”
            I grabbed him by the back of his shirt before he could get closer to her, giving him a swift kick to the gut.
            He held his stomach with a grunt, rolling to his back. I pulled out my wallet. I was unsure what money she’d accepted from this man, but I hoped what I had was enough to keep him from coming after her.
            I threw money at him. “Now, she doesn’t owe you shit, so stay the hell away from her.” I looked at the girl, her glistening eyes laced in terror. “You coming? We should get you out of here.”


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