When Tommy Tanley left for the Special Forces, he thought he had his life figured out. Do a tour or two, come back home to marry his girlfriend and live out the rest of his life. But when his woman decided she didn't see a future with him anymore, he ended up doing three tours and coming home to join the Ghost Warriors MC--gracing him with the road name Terror--and work at The Golden Quill Tattoos. Shiloh Barnsley had always wanted to get married on the hill overlooking the lake and mountains of her home town. Now that her wedding day was a month away, she decided to take the time off work in New York city and come set everything up. What she hadn't planned on was running into the man who haunted her dreams every night and left her unsatisfied when she made love to her fiancé. She always knew there'd be a chance she'd run into Tommy but a part of her had hoped she wouldn't. Now that they were in the same town again, and he wasn't going anywhere, her feelings for him surfaced once again. Now she's left to choose between the man she learned to love and the man she's always loved. © Brittney Spencer - All Rights Reserved ~Unedited~ ~Unfinished~

****book two of Savage MC series***** "Go on sweetie, blow out the candles and make a wish. Now don't tell anyone or it won't come true" "I wont, I promise". * We've all dreamed of being princesses who wore beautiful dresses and danced and swirled around in high roofed ball rooms. We've all wanted long, wavy hair and looks that stopped people in their tracks. We've all wanted a Kingdom that worshipped us indefinitely, starstruck on the idea of us. I wished and got my dream, in a roundabout way. See I wore beautiful outfits that were designed solely for me. I had hair that many would kill for and had perfected my make up to the point that I gave make up artists a run for their money. Best of all I had a Kingdom that worshipped the ground I danced on and paid to do it too; starstruck didn't come close to what they felt when they saw me. Yeah I got my fairytale princess story, in a way that was no sort of fairytale at all. * Aine had her Kingdom that she fought to own the throne in and Switch had his brotherhood that was all he needed. Two different people, two different stories. When trouble arises in the club, she'll do whatever she has to do to keep herself from becoming vulnerable and he'll do everything to tear her Kingdom apart...question is will he get what he wants or destroy them both in the process? Funny how time passes and it seems like it hasn't at all. ************************************** Three things about this story: -I'm going to make you love something you otherwise would hate. -I'm going to make you hate something you previously loved. -And by doing both of the above I'm going to break your heart. Get ready. ***Sexual content and bad language****

An hourglass was once used to show the passage of time, a tiny vile consisting of two glass bulbs connected vertically by a narrow neck which allowed for the trickle of sand from the upper bulb to the lower. An object of delicate beauty it demonstrated to the world what many feared most in life. Time running out. While what it represented was feared, none could ever look away as the sprinkle of sand moved silently into the lower bulb, filling as the top emptied. There was something majestically tranquil about how easily the sand slipped through the opening. And while an hourglass is most alluring to us, it still stands by its purpose. Our time will run out, no matter what we do to try and stop it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She belongs with us, we're taking her back." his voice was harsh, a spit of fire to his words and I felt its flame run down my spine. I didn't reply because while I knew there was logic to his words I couldn't stop the curl of fury like a snake slithering up my body as the claim shot through my head, untamed. She is mine, she belongs to me. "Come get her." I invited, the threat evident in my voice and I heard him scoff in return. "You have asked for what is coming, Fox." he snarled down the phone before hanging up and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Our time was up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

***book one of the Savage MC series*** Im going to tell you a story. A story about a love that was so preciously beautiful it belonged in a fairy tale. A love that held so much purity in a world of sin it made even the damnedest see hope. A love that held so much raw feeling it could only be real. One created to last through anything. I'm going to tell you the story of a love that was ruined by rumours. A love that was lost in time. * Eight years ago a girl met a boy who changed her world. Eight years ago a boy made the decision that she was his. Eight years ago, a night that started out innocent, tore them apart. * Now she's back and he wants nothing to do with her. * As Millie starts to explain her circumstances, it soon becomes clear that Millie's problems involve Cut a lot more than he could have ever anticipated. * However nothing in life is ever simple. As things start to unravel Millie and Cut must revisit a time that they both, for very different reasons, would much rather pretend never happened. The past always comes calling. **strong language and sexual content**

You must read "A Quarter Mile Away" before reading "Full Speed Ahead." This is the second instalment (sequel) for AQMA ** This will make absolutely no sense if you read this one first. ** #1 - First Person Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~ "She may be A Quarter Mile Away, but I'm catching up to her. Full Speed Ahead." - Jaxon ~~~~~~~~~~ When Avery and Alena moved to this new town, they were supposed to keep their heads down and stay out of trouble. Until she met Jaxon. Before Jaxon entered her life, Avery was always A Quarter Mile Away from everything and everyone. She tried so hard to escape her past but it all came crashing down on her, now forcing her out of her comfort zone. The biggest challenge? Facing all of her fears alone, Full Speed Ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright: © 2017 Claireaabell All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.