Monday, May 23, 2016

BLOG TOUR: Haunt by JC Emery



Kings rule men. Queens rule kings.
Wyatt Strand is a hard man. He has hard features, speaks with harsh words, and has a hardened heart. Having served the Forsaken Motorcycle Club as Vice President, Wyatt is used to taking responsibility for his brothers, but when he’s handed the gavel everything changes. His brothers are now his men and the threat from the Italian mafia still looms in the distance. A president needs focus, but that’s nearly impossible when his old lady blows back into town and drops two very large bombshells on him.

Amber Wallace is a tough woman, but an even fiercer mother. She once told a lie to protect her unborn child that tore her away from the man she loves. And now, years later, she’s coming home to make amends. Wyatt’s changed, but the club hasn’t. Women are to be obedient. Unfortunately for Forsaken, Amber’s not about to let a few rules stop her from living the life she always imagined.

The Forsaken Motorcycle Club started a war with the Italian mafia and they’ve paid dearly for that choice. With a new president at the helm, the wheels are finally in motion to take down Mancuso once and for all. Even if it means taking the fight back to where it began.

Love is never more beautiful than when it consumes you.






“Ran out on me,” he says. His voice makes it sound like he’s thirsty, so gravely and rough. “Last time you ran out on me you were eight months pregnant with our fuckin’ son. Don’t like seeing you leave me.”

“We need to talk,” I say quickly before he can reach me.

“You need to quit fucking leaving me.”

“Quit giving me reason to!” That’s not totally fair. It’s not exactly his fault that the Italian guys showed up when they did. It’s not one hundred percent his fault that Rig targeted Zander. But it doesn’t exactly matter, either. Ever since Rig, I’ve been on edge and my moods are fluctuating like crazy. I don’t like these feelings. Adding Wyatt to the mix turns my crazy into straight-up insanity.

Wyatt storms toward me, grabs me around the waist and pulls me against him. He tips my face up
towards his. And all his gentle turns into something else entirely in the blink of an eye.

“Knock it the fuck off!” He screams in my face, so loud, but I barely hear the words.

The ball in my throat hardens and I’m forced to swallow it. My hands shake with an anger that I don’t
expect. I don’t know why I’m so mad right now, but I am. Nervous, sure. Anxious, yeah. But mad? That one confuses me. I don’t dwell on it though, because the frustration becomes too much to swallow. I push him off me, angry and annoyed. I suck in an unsteady breath as we stare each other down. He huffs. My eyes fall to his lips and they stay there. It’s magnetic—the pull his lips have over me. Every time I look at them, I’m either desperate to touch them or I remember every vile word that he’s ever said to me. If I’m being honest with myself, even then, in those moments of remembrance, I still want them on me. Nothing ever changes that. I hate admitting that, even to myself, though.

I pull my gaze from his lips to find his eyes are on my mouth now. His tongue pokes out, drags over his rough lips. I could fall into this. I could let this happen so easily, but then we’ll end up right back where we started.

“You can’t kiss me. You’re going to hate me soon, so please don’t kiss me.”


​“You told our son that we’re sleeping in the same bed,” I say accusingly.

“We are.” His voice is low, his breath heating my skin. I breathe him in only to wish I hadn’t. He smells like burgers and root beer—because that’s what he had with dinner, a freaking root beer—but
underneath all of that is his spicy scent that can’t be from a soap or shampoo. It’s just Wyatt. I’ve missed it so much that at times it felt like I was suffocating without it. Like, if I couldn’t remember how he smells I’d just waste away to nothing right then and there. It never happened. God was never that generous, but it felt real enough that it could be a serious possibility at the time.

Wyatt slides his hand down from my jaw to my chest, laying his palm flat against my heart. His eyes fall closed and I swear, I think I’m watching him listen to my heartbeat. It’s crazy fast now with the way he’s touching me. His calloused fingers press so gently but determinedly against my bare skin. The scoop neck I’m wearing used to have a higher neckline before my kid make it her personal mission to work out by yanking on my clothes all the time. Now though, I’m grateful for Piper’s annoying yanking on clothes because I can’t imagine having his hand over a thin layer of cotton.

“I love you, you stupid woman,” Wyatt says softly. His eyes are still closed, prompting mine to shutter closed as well. I breathe him in and keep quiet. I shouldn’t give in to this, but I’m a selfish creature. I want my man back if even for a night. Wyatt presses his lips softly against mine. I move into him, but still he doesn’t remove his hand from my heart. Our kiss is soft and full of promise and hope and it absolutely slays me.

Hope is the death of all things.

“If you were done with me, with us, I’d know. Your heart wouldn’t be beating this hard. But it is. I’m a part of you, even if you don’t want me to be. So yeah, we sleep in the same bed.”

About the author:

As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never
change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more beautiful.

JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including
science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural
stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.


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Ride #1 (Ryan and Alex)
Thrash #2 (Duke and Nic)
Rev #3 (Grady and Holly)
Crush #4 (Jeremy and Cheyenne)
Vow #4.5 (Ryan and Alex)
Burn #5 (Ian and Mindy)
Crave #5.5 (Diesel and Elle)


Death comes in Armani. Salvation comes in leather.
Principessa to the Mancuso crime family, Alexandra knows a thing or two about
living outside the bounds of the law. Suffocated by the future her father has laid out
for her, she makes a choice she can't take back, changing the entire trajectory of her

Thrust into the dark and dangerous world of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club for her
own protection, Alex finds herself faced with the last thing she needs right now: the
man of her dreams. He’s sex in leather, the devil incarnate, and one hell of a kisser.
But he’s also off-limits. Ryan Stone can be her friend, but he’s forbidden to be her

Third-generation Forsaken, Ryan knows nothing other than life on two wheels, and he
wouldn’t have it any other way. He enjoys the many privileges that come with the
patch, and the only laws he recognizes are the ones set-forth by his club. That is, until
who he wants more than anything isn’t allowed on the back of his bike —or in his
bed. Balancing his desire for her body, and need to keep her safe, Ryan tries to keep
Alex at a distance. Finally having made a choice for herself, she’s done hearing the
word “no” and will push boundaries even Ryan himself doesn’t dare cross.

Love is never more tempting than when it’s forbidden.

Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.


As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party.
She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything
more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the
clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many
times she tries to run.

Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full
and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend
fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after,
shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than
ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got
a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s
not sure what he’s even changing for.

The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place
when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of
hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With
Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more
important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their
family together and whole.

Love is never more precious than when it’s new.


With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle
Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-
Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his
liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on
his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow
brother for good.

For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is
trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said
than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might
like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with
tough-as- nails Grady flusters her.

When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust
that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are
dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.

Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.


Young love is always perfect. Until it's not.
Cheyenne Grady is a total daddy's girl to her bad-ass father, the Sergeant-at-
Arms of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club. She's funny, and kind, and she just
wants that deep, earth-shattering love like her dad has with her school
secretary, Holly. But Cheyenne's been looking in the wrong direction, because
the only good that can come from the way she looks at Jeremy Whelan is a
lesson in heartbreak.

Jeremy always wanted to prospect for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club and wear
the same patch as his father. When a life-long dream becomes reality, Jeremy
realizes that the outlaw lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it easy on
relationships. He wants to be a good man, but temptation is everywhere.
Cheyenne is beautiful, and strong, and exactly what Jeremy could have
forever. As long as he doesn't screw it up.

Love is never more powerful than the first time.


Alexandra Mancuso knows all about regrets. She talked to the wrong person and
started a war that’s ravaged her newly adopted motorcycle club family and threatens
to cost Alex her life. Now, she’s cautious with the commitments she makes.
Ryan Stone, road captain for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club regrets nothing—except
putting Cub in danger one time too many. The Forsaken Motorcycle Club has a plan
to end the war with the Mancuso crime family and they need everyone’s head in the
game. But Ryan can’t focus on the club when he’s so distracted by a certain reckless
brunette. She gives him everything except for what he really wants.
Today, he refuses to take no for an answer and maybe, just maybe, this time Alex
won’t be able to stand her ground.
True love always defies the odds.


Tragedy cuts deep. Revenge burns deeper.

The blood of their enemies coats the leather of their cuts and a trail of bodies lie in their wake, but the
Forsaken Motorcycle Club isn't done yet. Carlo Mancuso still needs to pay for his sins. Nobody knows that more than Ian Buckley, the Treasurer for Forsaken.

Ian prefers his pleasure mixed with pain and he's only ever at peace when he's doling out justice.
Convinced that he's too unstable and sadistic to take an old lady, he keeps his trysts, like all of his
relationships, brief and anonymous. But with his club at war, and the stakes being so personal, Ian's
feeling the events around him more deeply than he expects.

Mindy Mercer is the sweet daughter of Fort Bragg’s most respectable cop. At least that’s how the town sees her. Very few people know the Mindy who hides her tracks and battles her cravings by lying to everyone around her. She thinks she has control of her addiction until she suffers an attack that leaves her searching for a way out of her own personal hell.

Mindy has never been more desperately in need of a savior and Ian has never seen a more beautifully
destroyed creature in his life. Their attraction is intense, but their damage is extreme. Some scars never heal, and some people never get better.

Love is never more painful than when it can kill you.


Elle Phillips's relationship with the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is strained, much like the relationship she had with her father, a Forsaken brother, before he died. The only piece of Forsaken that Elle wants to hold onto is their sergeant-at- arms and her former lover, Sterling “Bloody Knuckles” Grady.

Unfortunately, Grady's moved on and he doesn't seem to be coming back. With her heart hurting over
one man who's died and another who's practically dead to her, Elle throws herself into her work as a
private investigator and tries to keep a low profile where the club's concerned. But when a case comes along that she can't refuse, she finds herself embroiled in club business in a way that leaves her
questioning everything she thought she knew about Forsaken.

Diesel knows that keeping tabs on Elle Phillips is going to bring him trouble. He already loves her even though he barely knows her, but when Grady asks Diesel to keep her safe, he can't say no. His patience has run out and he's going to do anything to get Elle to realize he's the man she's been craving-- even going behind the club's back to help her solve a case she shouldn't be working.

Real love is always the cure.

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: The Bayonet Scars novels are a dark and gritty romance series which features graphic sexual content, violence, and foul language that is intended for a mature audience. Each novel features a different couple, though it's not recommended that they be read out of order due to the series story arc.

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