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What’s new???

I have 2 audios releasing soon!! Yes, TWO!!!!

Cut Wide Open and Current will be released soon. Joy Nash is narrating Cut Wide Open and Maren McGuire is narrating Current. I can’t wait for you to hear these amazing stories come to life.

The Cleveland Author Event is coming up, in just 8 days! I hope to see many of you there. I also will be in Phoenix in September and Toledo in October.

I’m writing. It’s slow, but it’s happening. I’m working on the second book in The Bleeding Scars MC. It’s Ace and Alejandra’s story. PSSST…Alejandra is Gunner’s sister! Boy oh Boy, is their story a doozy.

As always, you can purchase signed paperbacks from me.

Lastly, be sure to follow me on facebook at https://www.faccebook.com/abbymccarthyauthor

Sneak Peak 

“What are you doing here?” I tried to keep my voice from shaking but there was a slight lilt to it. Every single time I had been in the same room as him, I did my best to show him I was strong and worthy. Why I even cared what he thought, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not like he ever showed me any decency. He surely didn’t use familiarities with me as one would expect.

“Alejandra, is that any way to greet your dear old dad?” Hades mocked as he moved around the villa, inspecting it. He lifted up my book I was reading and flipped through the pages holding on to it like it amused him. Like it was a joke. Like I was a joke.

The heavy stomping of his motorcycle boots on the pristine tile echoed around the open room. I slipped a robe on top of my nightgown and moved to the kitchen. His eyes were trained on me and I did my best to show indifference to him as I poured a cup of coffee that automatically brewed at seven am every morning.

I had only seen him a handful of times and that wasn’t saying much considering I was nearing thirty, well twenty-nine to be exact. To say my twenty-nine years have been a life well lived would be… well, it would be a lie. The truth was, I might as well have been Rapunzel. I’d been locked away, no, love, no family. At least I had been educated. I could read. And it was in books that I found the smallest glimmer of hope. If I didn’t live vicariously in the pages of my favorite bad boy romances, I probably would have ended it long ago. I’m not saying that in some morbidly depressed way either. It was fact. My life, besides my books, was no life at all. I grew up with my Uncle Enrico who believed sex was money and money was power. At a young age, I bore witness to a variety of sexual acts. And when I was old enough, my uncle sold my virginity. I wasn’t allowed to be abused–so there was that. Well, at least no visible marks anyways. I was the precious coveted pussy. I was used in to solidify business deals. I’ve been hardened by life and the only sense of happiness I have ever found was within the pages of my books, my book that was currently in Hades’s hand.

I studied my sperm donor. He looked to be in his sixties, although, I knew he was fifty-two. His beard was mostly white and his slicked back black hair was speckled with gray. His expression was emotionless. What kind of man would allow his half brother to use me the way he had? Why not let me live a life? I suppose the worst part about the life I lead was that perhaps my face resembled my father’s. I masked my emotion and became numb to sex.

“Enrico’s dead,” he finally spoke. I stilled, and the only indication I gave that I was shocked was my white knuckles gripping my coffee mug. Hades’s watched me intently. What would that mean for me? Before I could contemplate it, his next words actually made me gasp.

“I shot him after he killed your mother.”