RELEASE BLITZ - EXPLOSIVE by Abby McCarthy

Explosive, the next standalone in Abby McCarthy's emotional and action-packed Bleeding Scars MC series is NOW LIVE!

Alejandra

There’s been one truth in my life-one thing that I’ve always known. My body is not my own. I’m a bargaining chip, used by my family’s business to seal a deal or impress a client. I’ve never had a real family, no mother to wipe my tears. Sure, I have a sperm donor, but he’s only seen me a handful of times and not a single time was he fatherly. One day, he shows up and offers me a gift, my freedom for informing on my brother. I had no clue I even had a brother. I want to know him, but the idea of freedom is something I’ve longed for.

Ace

As a former Marine, going into a hostile situation and retrieving a target was a specialty I excelled at until I was captured and held as a POW, cutting my military career short. Adjusting as a civilian was difficult until I met my “brothers” and we formed The Bleeding Scars MC. When my VP, Gunner, discovers he has a sister, I know it has to be me that saves her. Not only do I need to rescue her for Gunner, but once I see her picture and learn how she’s been locked up most of her life, I can relate to the lost look in her eyes. Rescuing Alejandra is the hardest mission I’ve ever had to accomplish.

No war has ever been won alone. The battles we face will be more than a little difficult, they’ll be explosive. Once the dust has settled and the war is finally over, I know deep in my soul, that it will all be worth it.

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The sun was beginning to set, and the sky had started to turn. I returned to where Alejandra was still sitting in that contemplative way, absently staring out at nothing.

I sat behind her with one leg on each side of her. It was intimate, more so than I deserved, more so than I should've taken. We'd shared two kisses—one she took because she was proving something to herself and the other I took because I was proving something to her. Who was I kidding? I was scared out of my mind that something could've happened to her because she didn't listen to me by staying put, so I had no other choice than to kiss her. I wanted—no; I needed to feel her lips against mine. It was either that or turn her around and spank her. She should've done what I told her. There's no way she should ever put her life in jeopardy for me. If something had happened to her... No, I couldn't go there.

"Where are you?" I whispered to her, hoping to pull her thoughts out of whatever darkness they seemed to be stuck in.

She sat motionlessly and eventually let her head fall against my shoulder. I couldn't help but smell the faint scent of flowers in her hair. Moments ticked by where all we could hear was the lapping of waves against the shore. It took her some time to answer me, and as I waited, the sun slowly began to sink into the sky.

"I'm not sure. I'm out there on a boat in the sea. I'm in a room by myself waiting. I'm bound with leather cuffs, designed to keep my skin free from marks."

She was baring her pain to me, and all I could think to do was remind her she was free. Remind her we were almost home and almost safe. We would make it.

"You're here with me. You're not back there. You're free, Alejandra. They'll never touch you again."

About Abby McCarthy

Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?