Saturday 2 May 2015

Teaser Blitz: Beautiful Little Fool by K.K. Hendin

BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL by KK Hendin




Eighty seven billion dollars.
One dead New York business mogul.
No heirs.
No wives.
No relatives.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
Not hers yet.
He doesn’t deserve them.
He doesn’t know what to do with them.
She does.
She always has.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
He’s overwhelmed.
She’s prepared.
That will should have had her name.
Not his.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
His looks are a bonus.
Her looks are her weapon.
He’s fighting a losing battle against his heart.
He doesn’t know it yet.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
She gets everything she wants.
He’s what she wants.
Love has nothing to do with it.
To get to where you’re going, sometimes you need to step on a few people to get there.
Good thing her heels are sharp.




It was raining on the day of Harold’s funeral. Everything was overcast, and just gloomy enough to drop a layer of grey on the city. “Appropriate weather,” said one sober news anchor the morning of the funeral, “to mourn the death of one of the biggest men of New York.”
It was appropriate, and it worked wonders for the mood, but it did nothing good for Cedar’s hair. She had her makeup artist come over early in the morning, and helped her with a face that said “I’m mourning the loss of a person very dear to me, but I look fabulous while doing it”. Her outfit was going to be reported in every major newspaper in the country, because that’s who she was. And so she dressed appropriately. And had memorized the eulogy she was going to give, which was mostly lies. But nobody really cared. The funeral wasn’t actually a place for people to mourn the death of Harold Feingold. The funeral was a place for people to reassure themselves of their importance and their place in society. Not just anyone was invited to Harold Feingold’s funeral, because not everyone was worthy. The journalists had a separate corded area to watch and observe but to never forget for even a second that they were never going to be good enough to actually be invited to anything like this. Cedar had made sure only the reporters she approved of were coming to the funeral, and the rest of the paparazzi were located behind a line of the best security guards money could get.
And even though nobody attending the funeral would ever admit to it, going to Harold Feingold’s funeral was the same as going to a showing at the Gallery. It wasn’t for the reason they said they were going, and even if it was something they normally wouldn’t have ever done, they were more than happy to go. Get dressed in an outfit that people wouldn’t forget, mingle with the right people, and glory in where you were in life.
If you had to buy an extraordinarily expensive piece of art or cry a few tears, well, that was the price of admission for these kinds of things.
The casket was there when Cedar made her way into the church, followed by the insistent flashes of the paparazzi, silently clamoring for the best angle of her. Cedar Reynolds was a commodity, and even the paparazzi knew that. So, she wasn’t an actress or a singer, or anything else like that, and even though she wasn’t a Rockefeller or Astor or Thames, she was Cedar Reynolds, and everything she touched turned to gold. They all knew she wasn’t to be trifled with, and none of them had the guts to even try. They knew what happened to those who did, and none of them wanted to go down that road.



KK Hendin’s real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she’ll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate. She’s the author of the NA contemporaries HEART BREATHS and ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG.
THIS MUCH SPACE is the second book in her new series, TWELVE BEATS IN A BAR.
KK spends way too much time on Twitter (where she can be found as @kkhendin), and rambles on occasion over at www.kkhendinwrites.blogspot.com.

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STAND OFF
Predators MC #2
Jamie Begley
Released May 2nd, 2015



One mistake can change your life forever.


Casey had spent most of her life watching the Predators control Queen City, never believing they could be brought to justice. She was the one who always passed unnoticed as Max’s

stepsister. They underestimated what she was capable of until it was almost too late. When the Predators discovered they were her prey, there was hell to pay, and Casey was going to have to pay her dues with her soul.


One mistake can fuck up your life forever.


Max trusted his stepsister, not believing for a second she would betray the Predators. She used her body to get what she wanted, and now Max would use the same wiles on her to trap Casey in her own web of deceit. The Predators demanded revenge, and Max was going to see they got what they wanted, even if the price was his soul.


This was one standoff neither was going to win.


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Max walked across the parking lot to his bike, where the club members were standing together, waiting for him.
Find out what you wanted to know?” Ice asked, his arm around Grace’s shoulders.
Fuck, no.” Max sat down on his bike, frustrated at Casey’s refusal to confide in him. She was the complete opposite of her mother, who would tell you what color panties she had on if you asked. With Renee, what you saw was what you got. She was feisty and spunky, dressing more like a woman half her age than a woman in her fifties. She had been married three times before she had met and married his father. Max liked Renee and wished Casey had taken a few traits from her mother. She hadn’t, though. She was as closed off and snooty as Renee was friendly and outgoing.
What are you going to do?” Jackal asked.
Ask Dad and see if he knows what’s going on.”
Why does it matter? It’s not like she’s your sister.” Ice climbed on his bike with Grace getting on behind him.
Because Casey is an uptight bitch who watches every dime she spends. If she needs cash, I’m thinking it’s not for her.”
Renee?” Ice spoke his own thought out loud.
Dunno.”
Could be anything,” Jackal broke into the conversation. “She could owe money or have a habit she’s hiding. She could even be giving it to her boyfriend.”
Max shook his head. “She doesn’t spend any money on herself. She has five work outfits that she wears different days of the week. She never goes out. Her ma is always asking her to go shopping and shit with her, and she never goes. I would know if she was doing any drugs since we control that shit in town.” Max spoke faster at Ice’s warning look about watching his words around Grace. “Her boyfriend is a stockbroker from out east and has more cash than he can spend.”
How d’you know she has only five work outfits?” Grace’s curious eyes met his.
There isn’t much I don’t notice about women,” Max bragged.
I didn’t see you paying much attention to what CeCe was wearing. You asked her if one dress she was wearing was new twice.”
Max shrugged. “You still pissed about me and CeCe? She was the one who dumped me, remember?”
Because you didn’t want to make a commitment,” Grace said accusingly.
I have to spread the love around,” he joked, winking at Grace, who didn’t smile back.
What you’re spreading is bullshit, not love.”
You check the boyfriend out?” Ice broke in, cutting off the budding argument between Max and his wife.
Max raised a brow at Ice’s silent warning to drop the subject of CeCe. Grace and CeCe were best friends, and Ice didn’t want Grace to form hard feelings that would make it difficult to be around the club members.
Her ma asked me to. She thought he was flashing too much money around. He’s Mr. Clean; couldn’t find crap on him.”
I don’t understand why you feel the need to try to interfere in her life. She obviously doesn’t want you interfering,” Grace remarked.
She’s not going to get her wish. Snake!” Max yelled at the biker at the end of the row of bikes.
The biker walked toward him with an apprehensive look. “What’s up?”
I want you to stay and watch the store until Casey gets off tomorrow morning.”
Fuck, no. I’m not getting stuck watching over another one of your women. Let someone else do it,” Snake argued.
Max’s eyes narrowed on him. “You telling me no? I’ll rip your fucking head off and piss down your throat. She’s not my woman; she’s my stepsister, and I want her watched,” he bellowed.
Shit, if you put it that way, I’ll stay. It’s not like I have a fucking choice, is it?” Snake said snidely.
No; if I tell you to shoot yourself in the foot, you’ll do what you’re told until you’re patched!”
I’ll do it, but if she gives me the same trouble Grace did, I’m packing up and going back home. If I’m going to be bored, I can go home and bale hay for my dad,” he complained.
Ice and Jackal watched as Max took a step forward and punched Snake in the mouth. Blood poured from his split lip.
Shut the fuck up, your whining like one of my bitch’s.”
Grace gasped, staring at him with a shocked expression. “I thought you were the nice one in the group.”
I am,” Max said, opening his beer and taking a long drink.
Grace stared at him dubiously. “Did you not just hear yourself threatening to rip his head off and piss down his throat?”




I was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and education.
Taking after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.
For now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.
Currently I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC, Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.
All my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.