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I married a monster — a member of a motorcycle club. I was okay with him blurring the lines until the lines he crossed turned against me. He wasn’t always a monster, or he hid it well. I wouldn’t have married him if I’d known. By the time his true colors showed, I was pregnant with no way out. Until one day, years of planning paid off, and I was able to run away with my daughter.
I found my footing in the foothills of Pennsylvania, thinking I would be far from any MC. I was wrong.

As a member of The Devil’s Crusaders, not much escapes me in Wakeman. Especially not the tiny, fiery redhead who strolled into town, so obviously hiding from something. She made my blood boil in the best way possible. I’d avoided taking an old lady, instead, choosing to spend my years raising my daughter. Not anymore. Not since Marie. I was ready, and she was it for me. I just had to find out what she was hiding from before it finally catches up to her.




I’ve been working hard on my WIP. It’s almost 50k. Hang Le who has created all of my covers, has an image and is waiting for me to give her a title. I have a synopsis too! Am I going to share it??


Not yet. I know I’m evil.

But I did write a poem to go along with my WIP and since I haven’t published anything in a while, I thought I’d share this with you.



Reflecting on another year without my dad.

A day came and went this year that I didn’t pay my normal attention to. I was at a signing in Arizona visiting my cousin. I remember thinking about it briefly and mentioning that it had been twenty-seven years since my dad passed away. Normally, I try to go to Lake Erie where his ashes are scattered, not because I’m sad and I need to shed tears, but usually to reflect.
This year, I didn’t do that and my reflection has been simmering below the surface. Maybe it’s like one of those emotional weights that if you don’t work out it simmers until it explodes. And perhaps, this year, I see certain similarities that are making me reflect more so. My dad was thirty-six when he died and he had four kids. This year, on the anniversary of his death, I was thirty-six and I have four kids.
I’ve been thinking about my life. Am I doing everything I want to do? Am I happy? Am I being the best version of me I can be? Would he be proud of me? If he had gotten clean and sober, would he be a man I would like? Would he be a man I would want around his grandkids? Would he like my husband?
There’s a lot there right?
I know I don’t have real answers to all of those questions. I can say, I love my family I’ve created. I can say I’m happy. Could I be happier? Sure, if there was a little more money and a little less laundry and a little more time for myself, but I’m striving and that’s important.
But not him.
Not my dad.
See he was an addict with a bad heart since he was born, so add abuse and it made for a lethal combination. This has been a part of me. It’s shaped me. In some ways to my detriment and in other ways to my benefit. Even though he was messed up, heavy with his hand, he somehow taught me family values. I share a bond with my brother and sisters that is so vibrantly tangible.
I have too much empathy. I say too much because I feel bad for the addicts I still know and love. I want to help them. Now, in my adulthood, I’ve learned about boundaries, but that path wasn’t an easy one to take, and sometimes I’m still walking it.
I’ve struggled with self-worth my entire life because of my upbringing.
But I’ve learned things in the Twenty-seven years he’s been gone.
I’ve learned even though I wonder if he would be proud of me, that it doesn’t really matter. What matters is the way my daughter perceives me when she attends a book signing with me. Now, her being proud of me–that matters.
Mostly, with thinking about him being gone for so long, I’ve felt gratitude. I’m his age, with lots of babies. I get the privilege of raising them and spending every day with them. My laundry may be overflowing, always, and my insides might be panicking over an upcoming dentist bill, but I get to have that.
And he doesn’t; stopped having that a long time ago.
And that’s okay.
I don’t think he got that, or ever really understood what being grateful for his family meant. I’m sure that’s part of the sickness of addiction. But in his death, he taught me to be grateful. He taught me that I’d do whatever it takes for my family. He struggled to be the best version of himself, but in all of that, especially in his death he taught me about love.
So, thanks, Dad. Sorry I didn’t stop out to the lake this year. But I think even in your death, you somehow made this life a little brighter. There were things that were horrible about you. But, you gave me music. You taught me to dance freely and sing loudly with my kids. You gave me family meals at the table. You taught me to play chess. You taught me world domination in the form of Risk. You read. I’m not sure if you wrote much or drew much, but I imagine that if you had a sober mind, it would’ve been a mind filled with stories. I’d like to think that the part of me that needs to write down all of my thoughts and feelings is a little bit from you and that you’d love that I write books.
I’ll take the good, and leave the bad. Be grateful for the lessons it’s taught me. Be grateful that I get to be a mom, and be grateful that I got that good from you when I did.14729360_1813334235613940_7961468554418002845_n

Checking in…

Hey, all! Just some updates on what I’m working on. I’m currently writing a book that is part of The Wrecked Series. It can be read as a stand-alone. I’m not announcing yet which character it is about, but I think you’ll be pleased if you’ve read the books in the series. This book will be able to be read as a stand alone as all of my books are. I have also started the second and third book in The Bleeding Scars MC. It was just this one story from The Wrecked Series had been speaking to me the loudest and so that’s where I needed to go.

I don’t typically give release dates until I am much closer because I have 4 kids and I never want to make promises I can’t deliver on. So, I will keep you updated!

Also, I am signing in two weeks in Toledo so I hope to see you there! There are a ton of amazing raffles that are happening that you can buy tickets too even if you’re not there!

Here is a teaser for my WIP! WIP

Current audio and sale

Current is on sale for 3 days only! This book is rarely on sale and has only been on sale for  99 cents once before. I’m putting it on sale for three days only to celebrate the release of my audio Current! Current is narrated by the very talented Maren McGuire and is available on whyspersync for a reduced price when you own the e-book.

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One look was all it took for fifteen-year-old June Withers to fall in love with Jake Daniels. One moment was all it took for the river’s current to take everything from them.

June would have done anything for Jake. The two were inseparable. He was going to run away to be with her. Then, his abusive father destroyed their happiness.

Years later, June sits down to write a review for the band Silent Tides and is floored when she comes face to face with Lucas the keyboardist. Lucas looks so familiar; the resemblance to Jake is uncanny.

June falls fast and hard for Lucas, but she continuously questions her feelings for him, unsure if they are because he reminds her of Jake or because of who he is.

Just when June thinks she’s found happiness with Lucas, she loses him too. Their new love is torn apart, clouded in a veil of deceit and lies, shattering June.

Six years pass and June feels like she finally has found peace in her life. Once again, it’s ripped wide open when she comes face to face with a love from her past.

Now it’s June who has a secret.

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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.

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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.”


Abby McCarthy News

Cut Wide Open has been out a month! If you haven’t checked it out yet, please do! You can purchase it on Amazon and read for free with your Kindle Unlimited Subscription.

The audio for Cut Wide Open is in production and should be available late May/early June. I listened to the first 40 minutes and I’m so excited for you to hear it. The narrator is so good!

The Bleeding Scars MC will be either 3 or 4 books. I am working on Ace and Alex’s story. Alex is Gunner’s sister. Writing is a slow go right now so I do not have a release date, however, I am becoming much more diligent with working this story out.

I have also briefly started Shane and Sky’s story. Right now, and it’s subject to change, I am calling it Closing Wounds. Sky was a total bitch in Cut Wide Open so I look forward to her redemption.

I have some upcoming signings. In June, I will be at The Cleveland Author Event, in September, I will be at The Phoenix Rising Author Event and in October I will be at The Glass City Author Event. I love to meet readers. Please come say hello.

Eeks, other exciting news…

Not only is Cut Wide Open being made into an audio Current is also in production! I can’t wait for Jake and June to come to life.

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It’s Live

Cut Wide Open is LIVE and readers are loving it.

“One of the best MC books ever!” Naughty Smut Readers

“Riveting and heartbreaking.
The type of book that will make you smile and then break your heart. It’s thrilling, dark and daring with a hint of softness.” Ammie’s Book Obsession

“Sometimes you read a book and it just stays with you. Then, you just HAVE to tell your friends about it, even the ones who don’t read. Because, the book, it’s just SO UNBELIEVABLY GREAT!!! Cut Wide Open by Abby McCarthy is THAT book.” Knotty Girl Reviews


One day you held my hand. One day you loved me.

Then you were gone.
I lost the only love I’d ever known. Thrown back into the foster system, pregnant and alone, I prayed that you’d come for me and save me from life’s cruelties. Only the next time I saw you, it was too late.

Doing what I needed to do to provide for my son, we were finally brought face to face. It should have been the best day of my life, but it was far from it. It was the worst.

That day a monster took me.
I begged. I prayed. I dreamt of you, the memories keeping me alive.

You finally came for me. You were my heart. My Salvation.
But sometimes the heart is too damaged, too broken, to be saved.

And sometimes monsters have a way of coming back to haunt me.

*This is a dark story. It is intended for mature audiences. If you need a trigger warning then this book isn’t for you. I have other books of mine that I’d recommend like Current or Tainted by Crazy, but not this one.

*This story does not have a cliffhanger. It is left open ended as this is a stand-alone series and the overall story line will continue between books, however, each book will be able to be read as a stand-alone.

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