Trent Mask puts the REV in revolution.
A line has been drawn.
Indie vs Pro
Here at GearShark, we’re straddling that line to bring you exclusive coverage of what some have dubbed the war of racing.
Every war starts with a spark and ends in revolution.
Drew Forrester was the spark,
but his second-in-command is the REVolution.
What does it take to stand brave in the face of opposition?
resolve of steel…
Stubborn will…
And a heart that refuses to give up.
It isn’t just the drivers in this war.
The revolution is about more than just racing.
It’s about shattering labels and taking risks.
So we asked Trent Mask: Truth or Dare?
His answer?
Both.
Check out the full feature article inside…
Author Bio:
Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
The USA TODAY bestselling author of the Ten Tiny Breaths and Burying Water series makes her suspense debut with this sexy, heartpounding story of a young woman determined to find justice after her best friend’s death, a story pulsing with the “intense, hot, emotional” (Colleen Hoover) writing that exhilarates her legions of fans.
A woman who almost had it all . . .
On the surface, Celine Gonzalez had everything a twenty-eight-year-old woman could want: a one-bedroom apartment on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, a job that (mostly) paid the bills, and an acceptance letter to the prestigious Hollingsworth Institute of Art, where she would finally live out her dream of becoming an antiques appraiser for a major auction house. All she had worked so hard to achieve was finally within her reach. So why would she kill herself?
A man who was supposed to be her salvation . . .
Maggie Sparkes arrives in New York City to pack up what’s left of her best friend’s belongings after a suicide that has left everyone stunned. The police have deemed the evidence conclusive: Celine got into bed, downed a lethal cocktail of pills and vodka, and never woke up. But when Maggie discovers a scandalous photograph in a lock box hidden in Celine’s apartment, she begins asking questions.
Questions about the man Celine fell in love with. The man she never told anyone about, not even Maggie. The man Celine believed would change her life.
Until he became her ruin.
On the hunt for evidence that will force the police to reopen the case, Maggie uncovers more than she bargained for about Celine’s private life—and inadvertently puts herself on the radar of a killer. A killer who will stop at nothing to keep his crimes undiscovered.
Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.
That's the first book I read by K.A, Tucker and I have to say that I wasn't disappointed. I am usually more into romantic suspense, whereas this one is pure criminal suspense but I still enjoyed reading it. It was intriguing and it kept me on my toes all of the time. There were so many twists and turns that I can honestly say that until the end I wasn't sure how things will end. And in my opinion that's what defines a great suspenseful story.
Maggie is an intriguing character. She is strong, independent and ready to do everything for her friends. At the same time, she believes in justice and helping the more unfortunate than her people in every way she can. And running her own charitable organization and taking a hands on approach portrays her as quite selfless character and at the same time quite likeable. One of the things I liked the most about her though is that she trusts her gut. She doesn't believe that her friend committed a suicide and she is ready to do whatever it takes to prove it. Even if on the way she discovers secrets that can cut her heart to shreds and even cost her her own life.
The story in itself is quite fascinating and fast paced. You would never be able to guess all the twists and turns in it and you will be constantly kept on your toes.
So to say in a few words, the story is intriguing and fast paced. If you are into suspense you would definitely like but keep in mind that this is not a romance. With that being said, if you are looking for a sitting on the edge of your seat kind of read, that's definitely your book. Trust me, you won't regret it ;)
After a troubling childhood, wealthy Evan
Sinclair likes his life orderly and controlled. He rarely gives in to
spontaneous urges—until he begins a chance correspondence with a mystery
woman who sounds like his complete opposite. She intrigues and amuses
him, and the interest seems mutual…which is more than he can say for his
current obsession, Miranda Tyler, the tough-as-nails, sexy
schoolteacher who’s made it clear she’s not impressed—or interested.
Miranda
finally has it all: a good job, friends, and the security of living in
the quaint coastal town of Amesport, Maine. She even has an anonymous
pen pal—a man she’s never met yet has bonded with almost effortlessly.
The only thing unsettling her life is Evan Sinclair. The handsome
billionaire is arrogant, pompous, and far too used to getting his way.
Miranda tries her best to avoid him, until Evan’s steamy kiss turns her
world upside down.
Soon their red-hot desire is scorching the
sheets and has them both spinning out of control. But when secrets are
revealed, will their insatiable attraction keep them together or force
them apart? In J.S. Scott’s The Billionaire’s Touch, the eldest Sinclair just might have met his match.
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Scott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy
romance. She's an avid reader of all types of books and literature.
Writing what she loves to read, J.S. Scott writes both contemporary
steamy romance stories and paranormal romance erotics. They almost
always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever after because she
just can't seem to write them any other way!
One lie can destroy everything. What will a pile of them do?A chance encounter changed everything for Ryan and Liz. Five months later, they have an all-consuming love, a deep emotional bond, an explosive sexual chemistry, and a newfound trust. They’re engaged and on the way to their happily ever after.The only problem is a secret from Elizabeth’s past that Ryan has been hiding.The truth will come out. Will it set Ryan and Liz free or break them apart and destroy their dreams?Life challenges every relationship. Ryan and Liz will learn that secrets aren’t their only problem.“We’re strong. We’ll survive this. We can survive anything.” – Ryan.Warning: This book contains mature themes and thus is intended for adult readers only. (18+)
I manage to make only a couple of steps when Ryan catches me around the elbow and turns me to face him. I don’t even have time to react when he crushes me to him, lifts my face to his, and kisses me hard.Ryan kisses me like he’s never kissed me before. With desperation, as if he’d die if he stops. His lips and tongue are demanding, hungry, almost bruising. It’s not the tentative, reclaiming kiss I expected us to have after so many months apart. No. This is a devouring, claiming, and merciless kiss. It’s an I-hate-seeing-other-men-touch-you, why-are-you-fighting-us, every-second-without-you-is-torture kiss.Feeling fire running through my veins, I bring my hands up to cup his jaw and kiss him back with everything I am. Even if I’m not ready to admit it, being without Ryan has been an insufferable anguish for me too. No matter how hard I try to deny it, my heart still wants him with every beat it takes.I don’t even care that we’re making a scene when my hands roam over his hard body, grabbing and squeezing.When our lips finally part, we stare at each other, his breaths as labored as my own. I swallow. Neither of us moves as tension zings between us.Shit, what have I done?In a poor attempt at protecting my heart, I take a step away from Ryan and murmur, “You shouldn’t have done that.”His jaw clenches and his eyes fill with a rush of remorse.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t … God, I’m such a fucking asshole. I’m really sorry.”No, I didn’t mean that. I want you to do it again. No. I don’t.God, I’m a mess.“It’s okay. I mean … I did kiss you back. I…” My stammering will cost me.His expression suddenly relaxes and a bit of a triumph flashes in his eyes. “You did.”He cups my cheek, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. “Let me chase away all your fears about us. Let me kiss all the scars I left on your heart.”He’s so earnest in his plea.“Ryan …” I whisper, feeling the walls I’ve built to protect myself crack with his every word. And his expression. God, I’m drowning in the depths of the emotions pouring out of his green eyes.“Being apart from you, thinking I’d never hold you like this again has been hell.”Holy, sweet Lord. What is he doing to me?Radiating agony streams from him. “Never again I’ll make a choice for you or demean your opinion. I promise to always respect your wishes and your freedom to make decisions for yourself. No matter how strong my feelings for you are, it doesn’t give me the right to decide for you.” He pauses and gathers a deep breath. “It took me a long time to realize we have nothing without trust. I know that now. I’ll never make the same mistake again, Liz. Let me make good on every broken promise. Let me dry every precious tear you shed for me.”He leans down, his lips hovering over mine, and whispers across my mouth. “Elizabeth, please, forgive me.”His plea wraps around my heart and squeezes, taking my breath away. I push back the tears.God, I dreamed about this moment for so long. Now it’s here, and I’m stunned and lost.Before I can form a coherent thought, his lips are on mine again. This kiss is different. It’s loving and slow and begs for forgiveness. And it ends too soon.“I know your friends are waiting for you. Call me when you’re ready for me to be in your life again. I’ll be waiting. No matter how long it takes.”Wait. What?My emotions choke me as I watch Ryan walk down the hall and away from me. He disappears from view, leaving me in such a state that I can hardly string two cohesive thoughts together.Who does that? Who leaves like that? Asshole.He was right to leave. His presence, his kisses and touches make me defenseless. I promised myself not to be so easily dazzled again, yet here I am trembling with lips swollen from his kisses. My heart thuds uncontrollably in my chest, and the urge to run after him chokes me.I draw in a deep, steadying breath.There are two options here. I can ask him to leave my life for good or take a leap of faith and try to make this work between us.What do I do?
Always an avid reader who consumes whole books in a single day, Emily Krat is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page. For her writing stories and developing ideas for novels is a true passion and a dream come true.
Emily is a chocolate junkie, “Grey’s Anatomy” fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends
It contains over 130,000 words of WHITE HOT suspense, dirty talk, spanking, and other assorted naughtiness and should be read with caution...and spare panties.
Marine turned billionaire arms dealer Jackson Hawke has one goal--to have the woman who ruined his life at his mercy. He'll see her on her knees, even if he has to pay for the privilege.
Six years ago, Hannah buried her twin sister. Now, with her family in jeopardy, Hannah must sell herself to a wealthy stranger in order to save their home.
She expects to be scarred by the experience. She doesn't expect to pay penance for her sister's sins or to meet a man who brings her body savagely to life.
Jackson Hawke might be a monster, but he's Hannah's monster. They belong together and she's determined to show Jackson that she can love every part of him--light and dark, cruel and gentle, lost soul and Dominant man.
Can a monster learn to become a man again?
Or will dark forces from the past claim Hannah's life before she can claim Jackson's heart?
*This box set contains the complete Bought by the Billionaire series
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“My employer asked that I help you tie this over your eyes.” He held out a thick strip of heavy black cloth. “I’ve got another for your mouth.”
Hannah’s breath sped. “Why do I need to be blindfolded?” she asked, not wanting to think about the gagging part. The thought of not being able to speak, or even swallow her own saliva, was ridiculously terrifying, almost as scary as taking her clothes off in front of a camera, knowing a stranger was watching.
God, what had she done? What the hell had she done?
“I don’t ask questions,” the man said, his voice humorless and his blue eyes remaining flat. “My employer doesn’t enjoy questions. He prefers efficiency.”
“All… all right.” Hannah’s heart raced as she reached for the blindfold, figuring it was better if she was the one to tie it on. She wrapped the soft fabric across her eyes and tied it behind her head, tight enough to be sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall off, but not so tight that it pressed against her closed lids.
When she was finished, she held out her hand, willing her voice not to shake as she said, “I can tie the gag, too. If that’s okay.”
“Just make sure it stays put,” the man said.
Hannah couldn’t help flinching as the man dropped the cloth into her outstretched hand. Not being able to see was already heightening her other senses, making the sensation of soft fabric brushing against her skin ricochet through her nervous system in a way it normally wouldn’t.
She tied the gag as loosely as she dared, but when she was finished her tongue still felt cramped, forced to coil at the back of her throat like a snake denied the right to strike. The combination of the stressful day, having half her face covered, her eyesight stolen away, and her mouth filled with fabric combined to trigger the worst case of claustrophobia she’d experienced since she was eight years old and Harley had accidentally locked her in the crawl space next to their room.
She’d sat in the cramped portion of the attic, where she and her sister had hidden their secret treasures from their nanny, for hours, sweating and crying in the summer heat until she’d almost passed out. But she hadn’t dared call out for someone to rescue her. She’d known Harley would kill her if she let any of the staff find out about their secret hideout. Harley didn’t tolerate broken promises, no matter how many she broke herself.
Hannah struggled to swallow, fighting to slow her racing, panicked heartbeat. But it was an exercise in futility. Her heart was beyond her control, like the rest of her life, and the best she could hope for was that she would pass out before her owner joined her on the plane.
The thought made her throat feel even tighter and sweat bead around her hairline and above her parted lips. By the time she heard the door to the plane open a few minutes later, she was sweating profusely, panting through her flared nostrils, and so dizzy she didn’t know how much longer she would remain conscious.
She whimpered and pointed frantically to the gag, praying the blond man would understand that she was having trouble breathing and grant her permission to remove it.
But instead of the first man’s firm monotone, she was answered by a low grumble, “The gag stays in. You need to relax. You’re breathing too fast.”
Hannah tried to relax, she really did, but this man’s voice wasn’t one that inspired relaxation. He sounded hard, cold, and enormous. Until this moment, she hadn’t realized that a voice could project size, but this man sounded ten feet tall and bulletproof. He sounded like someone capable of strangling the life out of her with one hand and mean enough to enjoy it.
As the thought passed through her head, her traitorous breath sped even faster and her chest began to shake.
“You’re going to hyperventilate if you keep that up,” the man grumbled again, his voice so deep she could feel it vibrating through her bones, touching her in places a voice shouldn’t be able to touch. “Hannah stop. Right now.”
A whimper escaped her cramped throat and her breath came so fast it felt like she was being spun in circles by one of those terrible carnival rides she’d hated when she was a child.
“Stop it,” the man repeated, his voice closer and dropped to a soothing whisper. “I’m not going to hurt you on this plane, Hannah. I give you my word.”
On this plane. He hadn’t said he wouldn’t hurt her at all, just not on the plane, and she sensed that she wasn’t reading more into the remark than he’d intended.
Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn't be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich's red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.
These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.
