Red by Kim Jones Release Week Blitz

Red is

living life in the spotlight, a place she always dreamed of. Stripping was a

way of escaping from her past, and it was something she was well-known for.

But, Red’s fight to remain queen isn’t the only battle she’s facing. And when

the war against her addiction is won, it’s not in her favor.

Facing

three to five years in a federal penitentiary, Red feels like her life is over.

But, just like he always does, Luke Carmical, her childhood best friend, comes

to the rescue. Only this time, he’s brought Devil’s Renegades Regg with him.

Having no other option, Red is forced to spend the next ninety days in a place

she’s never been and in the care of a man she hardly knows.

Spending

three months of her life on a secluded farm turns out to be a lot more than Red

bargained for. Because, it’s there that Regg stands by her side through endless

hours of withdrawal, constant mood swings and restless pacing. It’s there that

the MC family reminds her of their motto:love, loyalty and respect. And it’s there she learns that hitting rock bottom, doesn't keep you

from falling…in love.

BONUS SCENE

SAVING DALLAS MAKING THE CUT

LUKE

I stood in the doorway, helpless as the woman that I had

devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so

frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I

wouldn’t be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was

now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was

being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip

tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand.

Breathe Luke.

Breathe.

The last thing I needed was to harm a part of myself in a

way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no

longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the

tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to

her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the

way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my

touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I

knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my

property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because

they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her

pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was

now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back

together.

“Luke.” I heard her whisper in her sleep. I knew a

nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was

preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If

Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would.

I sat down my now cold coffee on the night stand and

climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people

who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devil’s Renegades patch

would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his

woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was

losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my

heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and

it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would

much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill

somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt

Dallas’ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my

thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand.

“Please.” I heard Dallas cry as her body started to convulse

into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” I turned her to me and buried

her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in

her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut

at what I knew was to come.

  

Screams.

Loud, blood curdling screams

echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back

so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her.

“Dallas. Wake up, baby. You are

safe. No one can hurt you anymore.” I had said the words so many times, but

each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened

up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely

visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that

it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no

different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a

die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing

slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern

every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink,

and since I couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldn’t go by

herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had

become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs

wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around

the kitchen to service her every need.

Water.

Pain reliever.

More water.

Another round of tears, as her

need for me sunk in.

Apologies from her.

Apologies from me.

Reassurances from her.

Reassurances from me.

Bathroom.

Back to bed.

As I carried her down the hall

and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong,

independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldn’t even take a piss on

her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die,

and the pleasure was gonna be all mine.

Kim Jones is a writer with big

dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle

inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious

young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she

turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her writing and

her role as ol’ lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas,

was published in May of 2013. Saving Dallas Making the Cut, the sequel to

Saving Dallas, was published in September 2013 and she plans to release Saving

Dallas Forever, the final book in the Saving Dallas trilogy, in February 2014.

Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband Reggie, two dogs Neo and Maggie and

a twenty pound cat named Cici.

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