Title:
Shifting Gears
Author: Jenny Hayut
Release Date: May 14, 2014
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When safe, sensible, and
ever-awkward veterinarian Nicolette (Niki) Stringer first lays eyes on bounty
hunter Holt Maddox, all she can think is badass. He leaves her breathless from
the start, and she soon becomes addicted to him and the bliss he gives her.
Then, just like that, he leaves, taking Niki’s heart and confidence
with him. When Holt returns to Coral Springs three years later, it seems he
wants to pick up where he left off: with Niki in his bed. But there are
unanswered questions, and soon she will discover shocking truths that leave her
torn between her desires and protecting herself from heartbreak
again.
If someone had told me two weeks ago that I
would be in Sammy's, in the middle of the night, in one of the cramped
stalls in the bathroom, fucking myself, I would've laughed. This is not
something I do. But the thought of Holt only feet away, sitting in that booth,
overcomes me with such raging desire that I can't help but thrust my
fingers in and out of my wetness to ease the pain. I moan, unable to control
the sound of my pleasure, praying to God no one walks in at that exact moment.
- Niki Stringer
_______________________________
“You're drunk. Your
friends weren't looking out for you. That fucker in there is lucky I
didn't break his goddamn neck for touching you like he did. I knew you
were watching me, so I fucking held back. Dug deep for that shit,
babe.” - Holt Maddox
Lonely
Is the Night - Billy Squier
Back In Black
- AC/DC
Tangled Up in You - (Acoustic) Aaron
Lewis
Everything Changes - (Acoustic) Staind
Secrets - One
Republic
Black - Pearl
Jam
Secret Garden - Bruce
Springsteen
Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall
- Coldplay
Landslide - Fleetwood
Mac
Babe - Styx
And I'm Aching - Black Rebel
Motorcycle Club
Broken - (Live Acoustic)
Seether
Don't Go Away - Buckcherry
Waiting Here - Black Rebel Motorcycle
Club
Hell and High Water (Holt's Song to Niki) -
(Acoustic) Black Stone Cherry
Suddenly - Black Rebel Motorcycle
Club
Still of the Night
- Whitesnake
Radar Love (Ode to Sex on Wheels)
- Golden Earring
Simple Man - Lynyrd
Skynyrd
The Only Time - Nine Inch Nails
That's What I Get - Nine Inch
Nails
Something I Can Never Have - Nine
Inch Nails
My “The Rox” was
inspired by a local landmark and music venue The Norva. I spend a lot of time
here as I love music and love hearing new sounds. It is very much as I describe
The Rox and the “real” boys of Galaxy Dynamite have played
there many times. You won't find a Gavin though nor will it be sounds
of rock that come from their instruments. They along with my nephew (who
I'm very proud of and who was equally stoked that I put his band in the
book) who is the drummer play more psychadelic trance style music.
___________________________
I wrote most of this book on my lunch hours at work.
___________________________
I took a poll from my coworkers when deciding on names for
my characters...Holt was not a favorite...
___________________________
The inspiration for Holt came from a longtime friend who
really was a bounty hunter, and really drove a 67 Buick Special (that car was
sweeet and could fly) and every woman to him is
“sweets.”
I was born and raised in Virginia, in a
military town. I know you're thinking it....yes...lots of hot men...in
uniform...sweet...I know.
I am married and have two beautiful
children. They along with our extremely spoiled beagle mix Georgia that we
rescued from a local shelter, keep me busy. It's really like four kids
and me. Ya'll know what I'm
saying.
When I'm not working, or writing,
or eating or sleeping (wait what's that) I love to be outdoors.
I'm on the coast so I love the beach. The Outer Banks is the shiz.
Hiking and getting my hands dirty in my flower beds is another
favorite.
Any given time you might find me reading a
book, watching a race, signing up for a ghost tour, watching a vampire or a
motorcycle gang on TV (yeah that one) or making plans to travel further south
(it's where my heart is). Oh and if you have heard...it's true
I don't share my baklava...that stuff is sacred.
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