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8 Second Decision

by H.J. Bellus

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Merek Slatter is the wild card on the Silver Star Ranch in Texas and always has been. He’s blessed with his granddaddy’s love of the ranch yet haunted with chasing that gold buckle eight seconds at a time.

Tensions are high on the ranch when circumstances threaten to take it under. His dad and brothers pressure him to stay home and become an active cowboy on the ranch. However, Merek is addicted to the road and rodeo. He’s home anytime he can be and provides plenty of money to keep the family ranch afloat, but sometimes it takes more than what’s in the bank to protect tradition.

Now home on a three-month break, Merek finds himself all tied up with the new girl in town. She’s quiet and reserved but there’s something about Challis’ green eyes and feisty attitude that makes her irresistible. When he runs into her at a rodeo and catches a glimpse of her on horseback all hopes of leaving her alone fly out the window.

There are several rumors floating around town about her, however that doesn’t stop Merek from going after what he wants. He knows she’s off limits and only full of trouble, but Merek thrives on trouble and adrenaline.

Then the road calls again and it’s time to leave.
Eight Seconds
Gold Buckles
And the high…
What will he choose?

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It’s nearly dusk as the light clouds whirl around in the sky. My head begins to spin even faster and I feel my back sink down the side of the trailer. I slip off the ledge I was halfway sitting on and take a chug from the bottle. My ass hits the ground with a thud and I laugh out loud. F*ck, even my laugh sounds slurred.

“You okay?”

I look up into the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, it’s attached to Merek’s body.

“I’s fineeee.” I draw out the word fine to cover up why my speech is so slurred. I stiffen into an upright position trying to act as sober as possible.

Merek kneels down in front of me.

“Wants a drink?” I hold out the bottle to him noticing there’s only about a swallow or two left.

“Challis, did you drink all of this?”

I just shrug my shoulders.

“You’re going to be one hurting cowgirl in the morning.”

I watch as he sets it down at his feet.

“Drink,” I yell. His eyes flash between me and down to the bottle.

“What?” I try to stand on my feet. “Am I not good enough for you?”

“Challis.” His hands grip my shoulders as I tumble forward.

“I just set a f*cking record in that arena. Beat all the hometown girls with their daddy’s money behind them and you won’t drink my wisskey?”

Merek has me wrapped up in one arm while he chuckles at me, which only pisses me off even further.

“Don’t.” I pound into his chest.

“Okay, sorry. Sorry.” He bends down, snagging the bottle from the ground. “Is this what you want, Challis?” He dangles the bottle in front of my face.

“I want you to have a drink with me.” I clutch the bottom of the bottle and help guide it to his lips.

“Okay, okay, calm down.” He parts his lips just enough for the opening of the bottle to rest on his bottom lip, and I pour all the liquid into his mouth.

I feel him backing us up until my back smashes into the side of the trailer, and it’s not until this moment that I realize I have one hand wrapped around his neck and the rest of my body pressed up against his.

“Happy now?” He crooks an eyebrow at me.

I let out a giggle.

“What’s so funny, Challis?”

“You’re cute, Merek Slatter.”

“You’re f*cking wasted, Challis Jones.”

I shrug my shoulders. “This is my first rodeo since my daddy died.”

Tears fall down both cheeks this time as I hold nothing back nor have the willpower to hide the pain anymore.

“Come here.” Merek guides my head down on his shoulder and my tears flow down the crook of his neck. I feel his hand rubbing circles on my back in a soothing motion and I don’t fight any of it.

A long time passes before either of us move or even talk to each other. I allow my body to melt into his and let him hold me as I try to calm the wild stream of tears.

“Merek.” We both look up to see the blonde once again and it’s as if all my senses snap right back into place.

“Go. I’m sorry.” I push back on his chest. “I’m fine.”

Merek takes a step back from me and I feel my body sway. My feet try to find steady ground, but none ever comes and then my body is free falling to the ground. I feel Merek’s hands on me again and pulling me right back into his chest.

“Fine, uh?” He brushes a stray hair from my cheek. “I’m going to introduce you to Madison.”

“No.” But before I can put up more of a fight, the nosy b*tch is standing feet away.

“Challis, this is Madison, and Madison, Challis. Madison and I were best friends growing up.”

I listen to the bullshit flying from his mouth but don’t react.

“Nice to meet you, Challis.” She runs her hands down the front of her short shorts, then turns to Merek. “I’m leaving, just wanted to tell you nice ride tonight.”

She steps up and places a peck on his cheek with me cuddled in his arms. I wipe at my eyes, making sure I just witnessed the scene that went down.

“You have a ride home? I know you’ve been drinking.”

She turns and points to a tall and lean cowboy talking to Merek’s brother.

“F*ck, you picked a roper out of all the cowboys around to take you home.”

“Yep, see ya, Merek.” She slaps him on the ass and bounces off.

Merek turns back to me and must see the obvious stunned look on my face.

“I thought…I thought…I mean, isn’t she your girlfriend?”

“No, longtime best bud and f*ck buddy.”

I throw my spinning head back while I let Merek still hold me up. “Good lord, I need another drink.”

“You got it, cowgirl, but no more whiskey. Let’s just keep this drunken state up.”

“Thanks, Champ.”

“I hate it when you f*cking call me that.”

“Good, I’ll keep calling you it.” I tilt my head back down and tap him on his nose.

My lips lightly brush his and he doesn’t pull back. The sweet and masculine taste lingering on them intrigues me and makes me want more. This time my lips linger on his, nuzzling from side to side, then my tongue darts out absorbing his delicious taste into my mouth.

“Kiss me, Merek.”

He doesn’t back away and talks on my lips. “Sober Challis wouldn’t like this at all.”

“Sober Challis worries too much. Please kiss me, Merek.”

Reservation fills his eyes, but then he clenches them shut and attacks my lips. My back is pressed up to the trailer again. Both of his large hands grab the sides of my face as he kisses me hard. I wiggle my way up to him and throw all of my body into him. After several seconds of his lips attacking mine, I play back and begin kissing him, not missing the moans of pleasure he releases in my mouth.

His taste is nothing I’ve experienced before and damn near addicting. My tongue laps up every ounce of it. A few hoots and hollers fill the air and I know they’re directed right at us. I remove Merek’s hat and cover our two faces with it, blocking out our little make-out session.

“I see you’ve kissed a cowboy a time or two,” he mumbles into my mouth.

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Or just watch a lot of western movies.”

“Which is it, Challis?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Champ.”

His lips are back on mine, kissing me even harder if that’s possible, as my one free hand tugs and pulls the man closer into me. Once sealed together, I trail it down the front of his shirt and search for the top of his jeans, and once I find his buckle, I flip it undone with ease.

Merek begins shaking his head side to side. “Nope, not tonight.”

“C’mon.” I nod toward the front of my trailer.

He grips both sides of my face and forces me to look up at him. “Challis, you’re going to hate me in the morning for just kissing you.”

I drop my head and mumble. “Yeah, go for the skanks anyway. I ain’t no buckle bunny.”

Merek doesn’t respond. Instead, he hoists me up and over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and begins limping. I can tell he’s in pain from the way my body sways side to side, and I feel as if I’m going to slide right off his shoulder.

“Merek, put me down now.”

He doesn’t listen to me, and when I look up I see the back of his pickup and feel him stop and slide me down his chest. He settles in on the tailgate of his truck and leaves me staring dumbfounded at him. He holds out a hand to me, but I don’t grab it and soon feel his grip on my forearm as he tugs me into his lap, twirling me around first. I settle nicely between his legs and look around to all the staring people.

I struggle a bit to get free, or at least turn and face Merek, but he keeps my hips firmly planted.

“Here, Sis. This will help.” His brother hands me a drink. “Maverik, by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’ve waited on you in the bar.” I grab the drink and pound it, welcoming the burning whiskey. “Another.”

He chuckles and walks away. Looking back at Merek, I’m relieved he’s deep in conversation as my drunken state has begun to wear off a bit. Maverik hands me another solo cup and I slam it and then nurse the beer he handed me.

Merek’s telling tales of traveling up and down the road and the different buckers he’s been on. I sit and listen to him and almost feel like I’m back home with my rodeo crowd just bullshitting after a rodeo. I relax back on Merek’s solid chest, laying my head on his shoulder, gazing up at the star lit night sky.

“Too much whiskey?” he whispers in my ear.

“Yeah, I’m f*cked up.” I reach up and lightly pet the scruff on his jawline. And even in my drunken state I know this has gone way too far already.

I remember his iced leg from earlier. “Hey, are you okay? What did you hurt?”

“I just tore some…”

My eyelids become heavy as his words slur together in my head, swirling around until my eyes finally shut and a welcoming darkness takes over.

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I’m just a simple girl who loves the country life.. .oh yeah! & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy! Be brave…

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Chapter 1
Levi
“Surgery went well, Levi, but it looks like you’ll still be out about two full months. You should be back on the field mid-season. My advice is to rest up and follow your physical therapy to perfection.”
“Two months?” I question, hoping I heard him wrong.
“Levi, your body can’t take many more hits, and it definitely deserves a full recovery.”
Trying to sit up in the bed, I begin to argue again. “But football is my…”
“It’s only going to take one wrong hit on your spine, and you’re done. Done, as in the rest of your career, or finished, as in a wheelchair. Without a full recovery, your chances of being in a wheelchair the rest of your life is heightened.” Dr. Valentine hesitates a moment, jotting down some quick notes on a prescription pad, and then continues. “It’s your choice, Levi. You need to give your body the time it needs to heal. I will be the only one clearing you to play again.”

The doctor’s words are crystal clear, and I can see none of my razzle dazzle and shit talking will convince him otherwise. The words finished and done scare the living shit out of me. They are my worst nightmare and truly haven’t been a reality for me until now. I feel it every morning when I get out of bed. Muscles, bones, and joints all scream in protest with every single movement. Just the simple act of tying my shoes has been painful.

I knew it would be a vicious tackle to take me out, and it was.  In a fucking preseason game where it’s understood to take it easy on the players, especially the first string.  I guess karma is a bitch. I saw number eighty-two flying in my direction, but chose to put all my faith in my linemen to block him or at least hold him off until I released the ball.

There was a wide-open receiver for a gain of about twelve yards, but I wanted the long bomb for the TD. When I saw my receiver finally open up in the end zone, it was just about the exact time the defender took me out. Lost the ball, lost the game, and lost my opportunity to play for two months.

“Want me to contact your father? You’ll need someone around.”

“No, I’m good.”

“Levi, I can’t stress to you how important this recovery is. You’ll need someone around for physical and mental support. I don’t think any of your blonde bombshells
will be much assistance at all.”

His last words make me laugh because he’s absolutely right. None of my frequent weekend entertainment is in it for the long haul. They’re all plum satisfied with a
weekend full of hot and heavy sex.

“No, don’t call my dad. I don’t need his judgmental, overbearing ass on me.”

“Well, you’re going to need some type of assistance over the next two months. Who else is here in Dallas?”

While finally being able to shift my head enough to look out the window, I answer, “I’ll have my driver pick me up.”

“You’ll need help, Levi.”

“I’ll fucking take care of it.”

Everything inside of me wants to pick up the nearest object and chuck it at the window or the doctor’s face. Glass breaking or some bones crushing under my hands
would feel brilliant right about now. I have nothing left to live for until I can get back out on that field.

If I were my brother, Lincoln, I’d have a loving wife and a dog at home to comfort me while I heal. Instead, I have trophy case after trophy case to console me—oh, and my three Super Bowl rings. The one thing about the trophies and rings is they are amazing and life altering to win in the heat of the moment and during the passion of the game, but the metal grows cold mighty fast, leaving behind rapidly fading memories.

My dad has always groomed me to be a living legend, something to talk about for years and years. Football was and has been my only option, throwing the pigskin in the back yard after school and on weekends, attending every single football camp within a hundred miles of home, and watching tape after tape of game films. I could recite any playbook when I was six years old. Lincoln, on the other hand, loves football as well, but played it his way. He did it without dad’s approval. And that’s my biggest regret; I wish I could’ve been strong like him. Instead, I was molded into my dad’s dream.

Feeling guilty and like a typical ass, I finally let the surgeon know I’ll be okay and taken care of.

“I’ll call my driver and fly back to Colorado to one of my homes.”

“Who is there to help you?”

“Lincoln and Lynlee.”

“Good, I’ll set up a physical therapist for in home services. We’ll do everything on our end to get you back out on the green.”

“How many nights do I have to stay here?”

“With how smoothly the surgery went, I’d just like to observe you for the next couple days. Why don’t you make arrangements to fly out on Thursday?”

“Fine.”

“Do you want to call any family or friends?”

“Nope.”

“Levi, I’d like to help you through this.”

“Then I need more pain meds.”

Moments later a nurse walks in, and I watch as she injects something into the tube of my IV. She’s quite the hot piece of ass. I’d definitely be tapping that shit all night long.

She even has a sweet smell covering her body that I could easily visualize myself consuming.

“Levi, this will make you drowsy,” she says, capping the needle. I can’t seem to pry my eyes from the back of her as she reaches up to dispose of the needle and syringe in the red container.  A strip of her flesh peeks out between her scrubs, and this narrow glimpse sets me on fire.  I find my hand willing itself to reach out and touch her before she turns around.

“I’ll be your night nurse, so if you need me, push this button. Oh, my name is Ashley, so just let me know if you need anything, and I do mean anything.” She finishes
off her words with a flirty little wink in my direction.

My insides turn with her looks, scent, and presence. I’d definitely be taking this one home for a couple nights. Yes, she’d be granted a VIP pass to the Wilks’ Wild Weekend Express, hosted smack dab in my bed at my mansion in Dallas. My hand finally responds, stretching out in her direction, and when she places her petite little palm in mine, I know I have her.

“Ashley, I could do so many things to you. I’d love to see those panties of yours…”

Before I can finish my last word, everything goes black.

***

“Sir, you’re not supposed to walk. I’ll get your wheelchair.”

“Just shut the fuck up and get my bags.”

I let Lincoln know I was coming to stay for the next couple months. For fuck’s sake, in reality it’s my house. Lincoln and Lynlee have lived here since they married. They both wanted to stay in Colorado since it was the place they met, and Lynlee wanted to go to college. Lincoln lucked out and was drafted to Denver.

The assholes have the perfect life just the way they want it. I can’t deny the fact; they fought tooth and fucking nail to get it. They didn’t pussy out and let someone else call all their shots, and I, for one, wasn’t going to allow them to live in the home Lincoln and I were raised in.

Dad and Lincoln have truly worked through most of their shit, and Lincoln still came out the way he wanted. Played defense, went to the college he wanted, majored in what he wanted, dated who he desired, and let his middle finger fly to the rest who didn’t approve. Not me. I’m the oldest, and yearned for approval around every corner, leaving me with a hollow life.

“Sir, you are not supposed to walk.”

Turning to the naive puke of a driver, I lay into his ass. “Do you fucking realize you’re talking to? Do you?”

The young douche clams up. The look on his face is almost comical. Even in my weakest state, I have the power to bring pussies like him to his knees, and I enjoy every fucking second of it. It might make me an arrogant ass, but being a dick is the only saving grace I posses.

“And you weren’t supposed to be born, so shut the fuck up, already,” I add to sting the wound a little more.

I feel muscles rip and tear as I try to peel myself out of the limo. The pain is familiar and immediately reminds me of my younger days when my dad demanded perfection from each pass. I now have the same sensation years later trying to simply walk from a car to the front fucking door of my own home. The pain is so intense I want to ask the young puke to honk the horn to get Lincoln’s attention to come help me, but then again it might even be worse to have the brother I envy help me
.
I never would’ve thought ten simple steps would be the longest of my ever-loving life, but I want to be the dick to knock on my own door. I bet Lincoln is about to sit down and eat dinner with his wife, with his dog lying obediently at his feet. Fuck, I bet she’s the kind of woman to bake his ass chicken potpie every Thursday night.
What a douche.

Before my hand instinctively turns the doorknob, I decide to ring the doorbell at the last minute. I chuckle to myself, imagining Lincoln complimenting Lynlee on his dinner and petting her knee under the table, only to mutter curse words when he hears the doorbell ring. Lincoln may be a wild spirit, and we might as well have different fathers, but I can call his next move from a mile away. Some might say we haven’t been brothers for years, yet I know him better than anyone on this earth, and right now he wants to knock the lights out on the fucker ringing his doorbell, because he was moments from taking his wife to bed.

When the door opens, it’s neither Lincoln nor Lynlee looking back at me. To my utter amazement, my fucking little bro has gone and hired the hottest fucking home nurse. A blonde bombshell stands before me, and I try hard as I can to keep my jaw from dropping wide open. Every muscle in my body is aching, yet my cock has no problem springing to action for the juicy blonde. It’s obvious my home nurse hasn’t had the chance to change into her naughty little nurse outfit.

“Well, are you going to invite me in, Nurse Nancy?”

“Excuse me?”

Talking slowly and deliberately, I say, “Are. You. Going. To. Invite. Me. In?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she asks, and the rush of her hot breath brushes my lips.

The smell is so sweet and tender it makes my cock bulge even further. I know one thing for sure; this nurse will be checking my blood pressure topless tonight.
“Levi,” comes a familiar voice, Lincoln. “You’re supposed to be in a wheelchair.

What the fuck you doing walking already, bro?”

“Well, if Nurse Nancy here could help a fellow out…”

Not only do I say it, I also gesture with my hand, grabbing myself. Another voice joins the mixture, and it’s Lynlee’s this time. “Levi, you made it.”

When her gaze hits mine, I see the same concern as in my brother’s eyes. They know I should be sitting and not standing. They know the consequences all too well.

Without allowing her to respond, I relieve their stress. “Well, if Nurse Nancy would move her ass, I could get up into my bed and get down to business. I knew Valentine was setting up in home therapy, but not an in home nurse.”

Grabbing the inside of the doorjamb, I force myself up into my house, and looking around the place, I really like what they’ve done with it. Looks like a home, the perfect loving home complete with two dogs to kick.

The big tittied blonde looks mystified and almost a little horrified with my arrival.

Doesn’t the bitch realize this is, in fact, my house? Or maybe she has no idea a three-time world champion just graced her with his presence.

“Weren’t expecting your patient to arrive so early or what?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

“I’m not a nurse.”

Losing my patience with this stuck up bitch, I demand, “Then who the fuck are you?”

The bitch really has some balls, as I watch her step up into my face, pinning me down with her best death stare.

“Stop,” Lynlee yells and pushes her way in between us. “Levi, this is my best friend, Jazzy. She’s staying here with us.”
 
 

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Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do!

Hey Hoochies! I’m Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an asshole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the Fuck-Its!

I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a ’66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever.

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They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear.

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Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.

My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp…

Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp was sexy as hell, a charismatic beast, and soon became one of my best friends. We shared a love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck.

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Until him… 
 
His profound love for living, fortune cookies and collection of rusty matchbox cars made me smile again. It is a simple love story. I found my rainbow, my pot of gold, my piece of beautiful all in one simple man. Miles. 
 
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Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club. 
 
A job needs done…he does it. 
Men idolize him. 
Women love him. 
 
Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club. 
 
One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever… 
 
Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time. 
 
The ruthless business woman finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight. 
 
She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her. 
 
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About the Author
I am an independent author. A big dream come true!!! I’m all country…the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows….love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time…I always fall hard for a trucker style hat…especially if it’s a John Deere hat….loves me a good ol’ farm boy!!!!!!
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This book is about That Girl…The girl who leaves behind her past, including her name; runs away from home and vows to never let another identity claim her again. Broken dreams, an abusive step-dad and ugly memories from her childhood are the only shattered remnants that have the ability to haunt her.With no money, an endless blank slate laying ahead of her and no hopes for the future, she sets out to survive at minimum wage jobs, moving from town to town, changing her name with each move, and never allowing glimpses of her past to threaten her empty future.
Average in every way, from her looks to her personality and even her style, there is not much to remember about her. When she abandons one town for another, she leaves behind her fake identity in the search of the next one, while leaving people asking themselves, “I wonder what ever became of that girl.”This was her reality until Lincoln Wilks.

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I am an independent author excited about releasing my first novel very soon. A big dream coming true!!! I’m all country…the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows….love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time…I always fall hard for a trucker style hat…especially if it’s a John Deere hat….loves me a good ol’ farm boy!!!!!!
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Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club. 


A job needs done…he does it. Men idolize him. Women love him.  

Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club. 

One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever… 

Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight. 

She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her. 

Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?

 
 
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★OTHER BOOKS BY HJ BELLUS
CREE
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TRIPP
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MILES
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★ABOUT HJ BELLUS
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way, HJ Bellus 
 
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Bellus, HJ: Iron Sinners

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A NEW MC BOOK ALERT!!!!!

★★★IRON SINNERS★★★


RELEASE DATE: May 20th
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✰SYNOPSIS✰


Griff, aka Grizz, the ideal Iron Sinner, rides hard and dedicates his all to the club.
A job needs done…he does it. 
Men idolize him.
Women love him.
Never shy and always up for a good time, Grizz finds himself jumping from mattress to mattress and digging grave after grave. You want to take a bullet? Cross the club.
One night, rival MC, Devil’s Idol, do just that. Grizz and Animal are sent to straighten shit out while leaving no witnesses. What Grizz faces that night changes his life forever…
Piper Jones is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The ruthless business woman, finds herself captive by the MC club. But she’s not one to go down without a fight.
She slowly destroys Grizz, from his bad boy persona, to his ride or die motto. He should want nothing more than to do away with her with a single bullet. Instead, he finds himself giving his all just to be with her.
Will Grizz be able to walk away from the one thing he swore he never wanted?
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Bellus, HJ: Miles, My Way Series #3

 

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MILES, My Way #3

HJ Bellus

Genre: Contemporary Romance

RELEASE DATE: APRIL 29, 2014

Cover Information:

Cover Model: Buddy Clay, https://twitter.com/buddy_clay

Cover Designer: Redbird Designs, https://www.facebook.com/redbirdesigns

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SYNOPSIS:

I lost it all…

My hope, my happiness, and my will to live. My heart was tattered and torn from the promise of real love.

Until him…

His profound love for living, fortune cookies and collection of rusty matchbox cars made me smile again. It is a simple love story. I found my rainbow, my pot of gold, my piece of beautiful all in one simple man. Miles.

Not every happy ending is perfect…

A hidden secret forces me to reveal my hand and choose between my Prince Charming and my family.

My choice. My consequences. My story. My Mistake.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

HJ Bellus

I’m just a simple girl who loves the country life… Oh yeah, & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shit’s bound to get crazy! Be Brave!

✣ A few things you should now about HJ BELLUS ✣

✔ She loves country life & music

✔ Gets the case of ‘f**k-its’ often

✔ Loves big

✔ Hurts big

✔ Loves corn dog & candy ……. and sex (sex and candaaaaay)

✔ Her heart is happy writing.

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 Email: hjbellus@gmail.com

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CREE (My Way Series, #1)

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SYNOPSIS:

Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do!

Hey Hoochies! I’m Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an asshole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the Fuck-Its!

I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a ’66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever.

I found Cree… 

A pirate with a little princess and they swept me off my ever lovin’ feet, filling my world with sprinkles, mac n’ cheese and the courage to live again.

They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear.

But the truth is, nobody’s past stays hidden forever. It’s an invisible monster waiting to attack and destroy. It has the capability to ruin everything you’ve worked to set right.

All it takes is one final blow to the gut to end everything…

 

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TRIPP (My Way Series #2)

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SYNOPSIS:

Lacey’s Story…

Covering up pain is easy. It’s keeping it tucked away that’s hard. I’ve always needed the cover of tattoos to hide the nasty past that leached its way into me, tainting me beneath my skin.

Not the shiny, trendy tats, but the ugly broken kind, meant to keep the world at bay. If they weren’t enough, then my piercings, foul mouth and crazy hair usually did the trick. Life had taught me to never follow the rules, because when you do, you get burned.

My life was perfectly imperfect until Tripp…

Our relationship is what most would describe as fuel meeting fire. We were both hell bent on burning each other to the ground. Tripp was sexy as hell, a charismatic beast, and soon became one of my best friends. We shared a love of ice cream and tattoos as we blazed our own path that could only lead to a beautiful train wreck.

The only question left is, will we set the countryside ablaze with our hot tempers and foul mouths? Or will we paint our own happy ending filled with all the gushy shit normal people crave?

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Bellies, HJ: Cree, Book 1 in the My Way Series

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Cree, Book 1 in the My Way Series

by HJ Bellus

 


 SYNOPSIS

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Whose parents abandon them in a trashy trailer when they are five years old? Oh Yeah! Mine do!

Hey Hoochies! I’m Milly, and I am tired of taking kicks to the gut. A broken family, an a**hole husband and the loss of loved ones have left me crying Uncle, and declaring a serious case of the F**k-Its!

I had my heart broken, stomped on and shattered before I ever started on my journey to find my little piece of happiness. With a bucket list, a ’66 Ford and wild dreams, I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever.

I found Cree…

A pirate with a little princess and they swept me off my ever lovin’ feet, filling my world with sprinkles, mac n’ cheese and the courage to live again.

They forced my fragile heart to trust and love without fear.

But the truth is, nobody’s past stays hidden forever. It’s an invisible monster waiting to attack and destroy. It has the capability to ruin everything you’ve worked to set right.

All it takes is one final blow to the gut to end everything…

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**Mature Content Warning**

Recommended for ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.


REVIEW

The story of Cree and Milly (and Annie) is a very sweet one, even with Milly’s frequently bad attitude! But this is not a “sappy” love story by any means. HJ Bellus has written of real life, real troubles, and a lot of real hot, messy fun!

Milly and Cree are both strong, eventually able to compromise, and very slow to get with the program. Even Annie, Cree’s daughter, cranks up the level of relationship for these two when they don’t keep up with what she wants!

You’ll find yourself laughing, crying, wanting desperately to make them listen to you because you swear, you know what they both need. You’ll enjoy the easy camaraderie between Milly and Lacey

HJ keeps things oh so real with her bad ass, foul-mouthed, funny, lovable, totally amazing story of loving deep and loving forever. I can’t wait to get my hands on “Tripp” and see where it leads! I will follow the My Way Series all the way to the end!

Book #1 CREE

Book #2 TRIPP (just released)

Book #3 MILES (coming May 2014) 

Book #4 LUKE (coming fall 2014)

I highly recommend Cree by HJ Bellus to anyone wanting more from a female character than simpering and primping!

 
Five
 

~ Patricia, Room With Books ~ © April 18, 2014


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

LOGOI am an independent author, obviously! This adventure has been a dream come true. I’m all country…the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows…love Miranda and her bad ass music. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I’m just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time. I love strong and brave female characters. I strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life and want to portray those characters in my books. No victims here…only take charge ass-kickin’ kinda gals! I always fall hard for a trucker style hat…especially if it’s Green & Yellow…I love me a good ol’ farm boy!

“Don’t you dare ever give up on your hopes and dreams…Be Brave and hold onto your courage now & forever.”

✣ A few things you should now about HJ BELLUS ✣

✔ She loves country life & music
✔ Loves big
✔ Hurts big
✔ Loves corn dog & candy
✔ Her heart is happy writing.

Social media links:

Facebook | Twitter | Google+ | Goodreads | Blog

Email: hjbellus@gmail.com

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Bellus, HJ: That Girl

 

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THAT GIRL

(A STANDALONE NOVEL)

by HJ Bellus

Genre: New Adult/Sports Romance

Goodreads book link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21802438-that-girl

Cover Designer: Redbird Designs: https://www.facebook.com/redbirdesigns

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Synopsis:

This book is about That Girl…

The girl who leaves behind her past, including her name; runs away from home and vows to never let another identity claim her again. Broken dreams, an abusive step-dad and ugly memories from her childhood are the only shattered remnants that have the ability to haunt her.

With no money, an endless blank slate laying ahead of her and no hopes for the future, she sets out to survive at minimum wage jobs, moving from town to town, changing her name with each move, and never allowing glimpses of her past to threaten her empty future.

Average in every way, from her looks to her personality and even her style, there is not much to remember about her. When she abandons one town for another, she leaves behind her fake identity in the search of the next one, while leaving people asking themselves, “I wonder what ever became of that girl.”

This was her reality until Lincoln Wilks.

The number one defensive football player in Denver who finally names That Girl.

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Author Bio:

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I’m just a simple girl who loves the country life… Oh yeah, & a good corn dog! Throw in a little Vanilla Ice, and shits bound to get crazy!

Be Brave!

 

Social media links:

Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Google+ | Goodreads | Blog

Email: hjbellus@gmail.com

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