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“I believe that if someone says he loves you more than air, he’s lying to you.”



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“Life without him was a silent film.”


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Hope and Cameron made a five-year promise before college. Years pass and they never see each other again. But then one month before his planned wedding to Riley, Cameron looks outside and sees Hope in the pouring rain, watching him.

Now, three years later, Cam has one day – a sick day on this last Friday of summer – to convince the one woman whose very existence breaths life into his lungs, that sometimes love like theirs actually does exist, and it’s that kind of love that lives forever, no matter how hard you fight to forget about it and move on.

From the author of Non-Friction and Hope, Sick Day follows one man’s day-long attempt to persuade the love of his life that sometimes it’s okay to break promises if it means keeping the ones that count.

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5 – Roses – Romantic Love Story – Creative Unique Writing

I’m sure we have all had days where we want to play hooky, our physical beings are unable to go on, or maybe our emotional psyche is just in ruins.  In this creative story we find sometimes love is the common denominator that filters into a blood stream and takes control of emotional and physical functions.  Sometimes one cannot sleep, the mind continues to dredge up memories of past encounters.  One cannot eat for our bodies are full of emotional turmoil and yet somewhat empty for want of more… what could have been… what could be…


5 – Hearts – Devoted Couples – Love

Cameron is engaged to married, his job is unfulfilling , he is lost, confused and desperate to fill a void he is missing in life.  Years ago hchose to walk away from a promise he once gave to his college love, his one true love, the one that got away, the woman he chose to let go and walk away from.  Desperate to find this missing piece of his life he decides to take drastic measures and take a Sick Day from work to conquer a heart worth living for.

~Cameron:  “I can’t have two halves of one life.  One that belongs exclusively to you, and the other that belongs to the hope of replacing you.  I can’t… exist without you.”

Hope McManus thinks she is stable enough in life where she came move on and settle down with someone she might be able to settle for.  She finds she must have closure from her past with the only man she ever loved in order to end this unsettled feeling.

~Hope:  “I came here to find you, Cameron, but if you don’t tell me why you disappeared, you’ll never see me again.  I can’t keep beating myself up over this.”


3 Tears – Emotional Drama

The emotional drama the author weaves in this romantic tale of woe and passion is enough to have hearts pumping and nerves are forever frayed.  The author writes in detail about how the thoughts and feelings of each character are portrayed, the scenery around them is described almost as if you were there… in the park, at a candlelight dinner, on a beautiful yacht and falling in love all over again.



3 – Lips –  Hungry Love-Making

The spice we find in between the sheets in this romantic love story is exactly what we would want to explore when two people come together and share their souls.  The turmoil was evident when their touches consumed them, their past collided when their lips savored each others and their bodies connected when their desires took control.

My middle finger massaged her clit before reaching even farther south and dipping into her, just a shallow taste on my fingertip.

We kissed hard, lost in the thrusts, my hands gripping hers so fiercely that my fingers went numb.

Watching her, feeling her come against me.. it spelled my end as well.



Will this long ago promise survive the test of time.  Will these long ago lovers reconnect.  Will love last.  Let’s find out in this drama filled romantic tale of passion, woe and LOVE reunited.

Thank you Morgan Parker!


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“Don’t make me go home tonight,” I begged.

When her eyes found mine again, she nodded. I didn’t know what it meant, though. Was she nodding because I had to go home, or did she want me to stick around?

“Talk to me,” I begged.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “If I talk, I’ll lose everything I came here for.”

When I opened my mouth and started to speak, she placed a finger over my lips to silence me.

Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to my ear, and in a broken whisper, she asked, “Take me back to the hotel. Love me. Remember me. And then tell me whether or not you exist for me.”

“I don’t need to make love to you to know that, Hope. All I need is to take a breath of you.”

“Then breathe me, all of me,” she begged. “In my hotel room.”



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Morgan Parker is the pen name of the shy and introverted banker that wrote Non Friction, the novel that fans and readers voted as the #1 Funniest, Sexiest Book of 2014 at goodreads. When he’s not writing, Morgan likes to do lots of fun stuff. Like sleep and eat. He jogs every day, usually to Starbucks for his daily fix at the end of his lunch hour.




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Undefeated by Author Scott Hildreth

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Shane Dekkar is an undefeated, gorgeous, and somewhat shy boxer from Compton
California. In the ring, he’s a beast, out of the ring, he’s loving, caring, and
intriguing. After the death of his grandfather, he moves to Austin and meets
Kace by happenstance as she and her boyfriend are in an argument in public. He
is drawn to her, and she to him. Her boyfriend drives away as she mouths the
words “help me” through the window…

When they meet again two years
later, Shane begins to believe in fate. But, as he prepares for a potential shot
at a championship fight, he believes there’s no time in his life or career or a woman.

Kace Meadows lives in Austin, Texas. Now 26, she has been in an
abusive relationship since she was sixteen years old. As terrible as it is, she
can’t seem to find a way to allow herself to end it. With her current boyfriend,
she can’t seem to win. She finds hope in reading about her book
boyfriends….and dreaming.

Until she meets Shane Dekkar, a boxer. Holy
mother of perfection…

Shane fights his inner demons by using his
fists. On the street or in the ring, Shane does what he does best, he wins at
any cost. Unlike Kace, Shane can’t seem to lose.

Undefeated is an
extremely romantic erotica novel about fighting. Fighting for what you believe
in. Fighting for life. Fighting to live. And fighting to keep love once you find

Be prepared to be moved, touched, stand up and cheer, and
cry your eyes out. This book will, without a doubt, knock you unconscious. This
novel clearly defines the love that we all seem to want, yet can’t find. This is
not your typical boxing/fighter romance. This book will give you hope, make you
feel, and cause you to wonder….wonder why you haven’t met your Shane Dekkar.

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Author Scott Hildreth’s Inspiration for Writing Undefeated

My inspiration to write Undefeated, and the hope that it may inspire someone to get out of an abusive relationship, came from the events described below. The events below are true. The events in the book are not. The book is one hundred percent fiction.

One weekend, I had a girl get in touch with me that I had never met. She had received my telephone number from a friend of a friend. Frantic, she attempted to speak to me initially, but each time she tried, she was overcome with emotion.

This emotion filled silence continued for almost an hour, and then we then actually began to communicate, albeit slowly, and one-sided. I learned through the conversation (that lasted almost eight hours) that she was bound by her husband, and gang raped by his friends. This happened for a few days. Against, if I even need to state this, her will. She was in and out of consciousness for two days. Eventually, she was released. In shock and extremely poor health, she contacted me from a remote hotel room.

I struggled with this event, and how to handle it. I struggled with this more than I have struggled with almost anything in my life. Vengeance. At what point does one administer justice to someone that the courts will undoubtedly not punish properly? The punishment for this particular crime, regardless of what was imposed by the court, would not be sufficient for the crime committed.

I chose at the time to speak to another close female friend about the event, and get her opinion.

Although I could not speak to my friend about the person, the events, or the intimacies of the above mentioned conversation, we spoke for some time in general about God, about law and about the difference between what is right and what is wrong. I shared with her my thoughts of feeling a need to resolve this issue with the caller’s husband on my own. When the smoke cleared, I sat in a coffee shop and thought. I made a decision. “Put up again thy sword into his place; for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.”  I decided, for once in my life, that it was not my responsibility to resolve this issue. I contacted the authorities, called in a few favors from some friends in law enforcement, and the issue was dealt with in a manner in accordance with law.

My female friend, as always, proved extremely useful in her ability to convey her understanding of the message of God in a manner that I could listen to and accept. I have always struggled with attempting to do what is right (in my mind), and hoped that it was what was right in God’s eyes. I do not know that these things always were in line with one another.

Until now.

And now, a year later, the person from the incident above?

She is well. As well as she can be, considering all things. She is fortunate.

I struggle – still today – with thoughts of vengeance.

My struggle brought me to this.

I hope you enjoy.




If I am attempting it, and I do not succeed, you can believe that I gave it my best effort, regardless of the outcome. I choose to do very little, and be exceptional at what it is I decide to do. I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many. I have always been honest with myself and conscious of who I am, but that doesn’t always help me understand why I am the way I am.

On the outside, I am always kind, polite, and considerate of others. On the inside, demons reside. I don’t know why or what fuels the demons inside of me, but I am very aware of their existence. My consciousness of their need, necessity, and deep desire to be fed is what has caused me to choose boxing as my main outlet. I keep the demons fed, and they allow me to live an otherwise peaceful life. Fulfilling their hunger allows my desire to live a tranquil life to be met. As long as I continue to fight, they’re fed. When they are fed, I am allowed. Allowed to live.


Author Interview with Scott Hildreth

Q:  Where were you born and where do you call home?

A:  I was born in San Diego, California, and I live in Wichita, Kansas. I consider Wichita to be home. There’s something about being here that is comforting and easy to come back to, regardless of where I may visit.

Q: Are you truly a starving artist?  Or do you actually have a day job?  What is it?

A:  My day job is writing. My night job is writing. My only job is writing. It’s all I’ve got, and it’s all I do.

Q:  What gives you inspiration to write?

A:  My inspiration to write is whatever it is that lives inside of me and allows me to develop characters, stories, and find the voice to write. It’s difficult to explain. I have an ability to allow fictional characters take me over and express themselves through my fingertips and onto paper. My inspiration….It’s not necessarily the story, or the underlying message that inspires me, although I may be inspired by it. It’s the telling. Making it come together. Turning a character or group of characters into a novel that makes sense to people – that alone inspires me. So, as I say, in summary – my inspiration is in knowing that I will finish it, and it’ll make sense to my intended audience.

Q:  What was the hardest book thus far for you to write and why?

A:  My most difficult book to date, without a doubt, Dying to Survive. That book has made a mess of me. I think the primary reason is the fact that there are six characters in the book, and they are all in some way mentally ‘off’. The book is a very troubling look at what we may consider when exposed to decisions about death, survival, coping with child abuse, rape, murder, abduction, captivity, greed, and repressed memories. It’s a tough book to write and maintain a level of separation from the characters. I become so close to the characters when I write that it makes it difficult to completely separate myself. Writing this wadded me up in an emotional ball for a month.

Q:  Do you have plans for a new book?  If so, what is it about?

A:  I always have plans for a new book. My newest book coming out will be the second in the Undefeated series, Unstoppable. Although they are all stand-alone books, the Mike Ripton book is coming up next. It’s sure to satisfy the alpha-male junkies. Let’s just agree that Mike Ripton makes Erik Ead look like a softie when it comes to sex. After that, Teddy and Heather from the Baby Girl series. Then, by mid to late March, a twisted dark tale about women, men, and what makes us cringe when we’re alone.

Q:  Your thoughts on receiving book reviews – the good and the bad…

A:  Book reviews have the ability to help potential readers make a better educated guess on whether or not they may be interested in reading a particular book. Additionally, if presented properly, they allow the author to consider what was written into the review, and allow him/her to decide if the criticism is warranted, and if there can be adjustments made in the future to prevent having the same issues with later writings. I love good reviews, but my worst ratings have brought me some of my most useful reviews.

Q:  If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?

A:  Kelsey Theodore Wilson. “People are always sayin’ Get a life. I hate that saying. I think we should change it to, Get busy livin’. I like that better. We all got a life, we just need to get busy livin’ the one we got.

So, if I get to say my peace, Get busy livin’.


Q:  What is your biggest pet peeve?

A:  My biggest pet peeve in life are people that stand in front of me in line at the coffee shop and look at the menu like they have no idea why they’re there. My biggest pet peeve in writing are the people that apparently do not see the value in reading a synopsis prior to reading a book.

Q:  What are 4 things you never leave home without?

A:   Four things I will never leave home without. My watch. My electronic cigarette. My money clip and my glasses.

Q:  Coffee or tea? How much of it do you drink on a daily basis?

A:  Coffee. How much a day. Holy crap, seriously? Well, I drink three pots a day. As you that know me know. I do not drink water. For the month of October, 2013. I went from October 1st – October 30th without as much as a sip of water. I was proving a point in going a month, but didn’t realize it was still October when I took a drink from a water bottle. I drink coffee until three a.m., and go to bed. It has no effect on me as far as keeping me awake, but I love the taste. Tea? No thank you.

Q:  If you had a superpower, what would it be?

A:  If I had a superpower it would be like the Flash. I would be normal, but have the ability to go from point A to point B in an instant. Other than that, the same guy. Flash is normal, right?

Q:  What is one of your favorite quotes?

A:  My favorite quote is this: “You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.” – Wayne Gretzky.


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Undefeated Quotes

 “If something or someone is presented to us once, we will often dismiss it as being nothing more than happenstance. If that person or situation is presented twice, it is God slapping us in the face and telling us to pay attention. It is fate.”
“I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many.”
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“Get your little sticky note pad and get a new note, Kace. Write this on it. I’m coming, Kace. I’m coming for your heart,”
“Without reading, I would go crazy – completely crazy. My Kindle had become my savior.”
― Scott HildrethUndefeated
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If you’ve read Undefeated, you’ve met Ripp.

This.  This is Ripp’s story…

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RIPP. “Michael, eat your potatoes, you’re pickin’,” my mother sighed as she pointed to my plate.

I haven’t taken shit from anyone since my first playground fight when I was twelve years old. From that day until today, no one has ever picked a fight with me. Ever. If someone has fought me it was because they were either getting paid or they were trying to see if they could take a shot at my undefeated record.

Taking shit from my mother is another thing all together.

“Mom, I’m eating them,” I said as I began take another bite of the grilled chicken she had served.

Mothers in general can be funny creatures – but mothers born and raised in Texas always look at their children as just that, their children. I am my mother’s child, but I am not childlike in my actions. By watching my mother, you’d think I was ten years old.

“Michael, you’re not eatin’ ‘em. Is there something wrong with ‘em?” she set her fork down beside her plate and poked her finger into the pile of potatoes that sat on the edge of my plate.

“Mom, what the fuck are you doing fingerin’ my food?” I widened my eyes, dropped my chicken bone onto the plate and shook my head.

“Talk like that to your mother again, and I’ll slap your ass out of that damned chair, Mike. Eat your taters,” my father growled from across the table.

“I’m gonna eat ‘em. I didn’t know we had fuckin’ time limit or a particular order we had to eat shit in. Damn, Pop,” as I turned to face my father, he raised his hand in a gesture as if he was going to slap me.

Truth be known, my father has never so much as spanked my butt as a kid. Growing up in this house was like something out of a feel-good movie. A perfect house, perfect parents, and growing up with the feeling only a true loving, caring family could provide. Both my parents were like comedic actors. Always being funny, making jokes, and never expressing anything but true love – in their own silly way. Coming here for Sunday dinner was like going to the damned circus.

“You put ‘em on your plate, you better damned well eat ‘em,” my father hissed as he pointed at my plate with his fork.

“Son of a bitch, Pop. I’m gonna eat some of ‘em. I ain’t looking to eat ‘em all. I’m trying to save a little room. I gotta exercise in a bit, and I don’t want to end up fat from eating a bunch of god damned potatoes,” I explained as I forked some of the sliced cucumbers on my plate.

“Shane’s gonna be fightin’ for the championship, and he ain’t worried about a few taters,” my father said as he nodded toward Shane’s plate.

“God damn it Pop, I ain’t Shane and I’ll eat my food as I please. Can everyone just quit fingering and poking around on my god damned plate and let me eat some meat?” I looked up from my fork full of cucumbers and turned toward Shane.

His plate was empty.

Fucking kiss ass.

Shane shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Ever since he got an opportunity at the Heavyweight Championship, my parents invited him every Sunday for dinner. My father always wanted me to go the distance and fight for a title fight, but I’ve never been that type of fighter. Under no circumstances did my father understand.  To me, it has never been about a title, a place in a book, or being on the news.

It’s about beating another man’s ass, and knowing you did so. I never needed a referee to tell me that I had won a fight. From just looking toward the other side of the ring – and seeing my opponent – everyone who witnessed my fights knew who won.

Long before it was ever announced.

“Dekk and I got shit we gotta do tonight, and I damned sure don’t need to be all bloated from eating potatoes. Mom, the food’s good as always, including the potatoes,” I nodded my head in my mother’s direction.

“The food was wonderful, Mrs. Ripton,” Shane said as he stood up from the table and carried his plate to the sink.

“Get your nose out of my mom’s ass, Dekk,” I laughed as I picked up another chicken breast from my plate.

“Michael!” my mother screeched.

“Damn it son,” my father complained.

“Well, he’s always kissing your asses. Great food, Mrs. Ripton, I like your truck, Mr. Ripton, Your hair looks great, Heather. I like your dress, Manda. It gets a little tough to listen to,” I laughed as I dropped the breast bone onto my plate and  licked my fingers.

“Where’s that girl you’re seein’ Shane?” my father asked as Shane rinsed his plate.

“She’s at home, sir. Ripp. I mean Mike and I have to go…” Shane looked over his shoulder and paused.

God damn it, Dekkar.

“Have to go where? For what?” my father turned to face me.

He looked toward Shane, and turned to face me again. As he scrunched his brow he attempted to gaze into my eyes. I looked toward Shane in disbelief and rolled my eyes.

“What? Have to what? What are you two heathens doing? Mike, are you going over to Rundberg again? Or over to the east side? Damnit it Mike, I’ve told you about that,” my father shook his head as he stood from the table.

I stood from my seat.

“Pop…” before I got started talking he interrupted me.

“Don’t Pop me, Mike. You’re going to get your ass handed to you one of these nights from some twenty year old kid wacked out on crack,” my father complained as he walked to the sink.

My mother looked back and forth at each of us as we stood; unaware of what was going on for certain. I suspect most mothers are, but my mother was exceptionally naïve to everything around her.

“Pop. You and I both know I don’t make any money to speak of by boxing. I do it because I am good at it. I can paint cars, but I fucking hate painting cars. Or. Well. You know what else I can do,” I explained as I followed him to the sink.

“And people don’t smoke crack anymore, do they Dekk?” I laughed.

“You know what I mean, Mike. You’re not twenty years old any longer,” my father dropped his plate into the sink and reached for my shoulder.

Immediately, and in an exaggerated fashion, I leaned back, grabbed my father’s wrist, and twisted his arm behind his back.

“Damn it, Mike. Turn me loose,” he demanded as I pressed his stomach into the counter top.

“Still lightning fast, old man,” I growled into his ear as I pushed my chest into his back.

“Let your father go, Mike,” my mother exhaled a half-whisper without looking up from her plate of food.

I laughed as I let go of my father’s arm.

“Pop, I’m thirty-one. You’re right. I ain’t twenty. But if my twenty year old self was here right now, I’d beat his ass. I’m bigger, meaner, and quicker than I ever been. I’ll be fine,” I raised both my clenched fists to my mouth and kissed them independently.

As I held my hands up at eye level, I flexed my biceps.

My father shook his head, trying to change the subject, “And where’s that girl you’re seein’, Mike?”

“Liv? I ain’t seein’ her, Pop. I’m screwing her,” I laughed as I patted Dekk on the shoulder.

“Michael…” my mother said softly as soon as I said screwing.

It has always amazed me that my mother can’t hear, as hard as I try to get her to. As soon as I talk about doing something with a girl, she can hear a mouse fart. Supersonic hearing when it comes to my sex life. Both my parents have maintained a level of concern about my lack of commitment regarding a relationship.

I do relationships.

Just not for very long.

“Mom, Pop, we got to get. Come on Dekk,” I slapped Dekk’s shoulder again and turned toward the garage.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ripton,” Shane nodded toward my father and leaned to kiss my mother’s cheek.

“Come on, Dekk. Damn,” I exhaled and shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts.

“Mom, Pop. Thanks. We gotta get,” I patted my mother’s shoulder as I walked around the table.

“You ain’t driving that car to Rundberg are you?” my father asked.

“Pop. Just leave it alone. Dekk and I and that damned car will all be fine, huh Dekk?” I chuckled.

“Mr. Ripton,” Dekk nodded as he walked through the kitchen.

“Don’t fuck that car up,” my father squealed.

“It ain’t yours anymore, Pop. It’ll be fine,” I shook my head and walked toward the garage as Dekk following close behind me.

As we stepped into the garage, Shane walked around me toward the rear of the garage.

Watching Shane walk was something that took me time to get used to. I remember when we met, after our first fight. I had challenged him about his way of walking.

“That walk of yours is either going to get you into a hell of a lot of trouble or keep you out of it, I can’t decide which,” I had laughed.

“I call it the Compton swagger,” Shane chucked in reply.

“Living in Compton, you need to know how to fight or you need to act like you know how. I know I can fight, but I needed to try to keep people from challenging me. So, I developed this walk. A walk with an attitude. It’s habit now,” he explained.

“Well, it works,” I agreed.

And we’ve been best friends since.

“Son of a bitch Dekk. You know he hates me going to Rundberg, and you know he always worries about his old car. Jesus,” I complained jokingly.

“And you know I hate you fighting these fights,” Dekk said as he walked around the car.

“It’s all I know. I ain’t painting cars anymore for money, it kills my lungs,” I said over the top of the car as I opened the door.

I had purchased my car from my father – a red 1969 Chevelle SS he had driven when he was in high school. After he graduated, he restored the car to near perfect condition. I bought it from him when I was twenty years old. Eleven years later, the car was in perfect condition, red, and race-ready. I had removed the 396 cubic inch motor, and installed a Chevy 502 cubic inch motor. The four speed transmission kept the entertainment value up, and made it damned intimidating in a street race.

As I fired up the motor, Shane started to speak. I raised my hands and shook my head.

“You know I can’t hear you in this loud motherfucker while we’re in the garage,” I screamed as I pushed in the clutch and shifted the car into reverse.

I looked over my right shoulder and through the back glass. As I let out the clutch the car started to surge backward. The whumpity-whump of the cam in this motor made it impossible to drive at low rpm or speed. I pressed on the gas to keep the engine from dying, backing the car out of the garage and into the street.

I pressed the brakes, stopped the car, and made eye contact with Dekk as I rotated my head to look straight ahead.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled an evil grin.

I came to my parent’s house once a week at minimum. Sunday dinner at home was a tradition. Although I drove my truck during the week at times, I always drove the Chevelle to my parent’s house. Fifty percent of the time that I left, I left like I was in a drag race.

The two dozen sets of black marks in front of the house were a constant reminder to my father of the differences in how he drove this car, and how I drove it. I did it to torture him and remind him of the fact that this wasn’t his car anymore.

As I shifted it into first, Shane began to yell.

“Dude, not again. Your father is going to kill you. He’s already pissed about you fighting bare knuckles in Rundberg,” Shane half yelled as he shook his head comically from side-to-side.

As I pressed the gas pedal half way to the floor the sound from the exhaust was deafening. I pressed a little further, and Dekk’s hands came up to cover his ears. I pressed a little further. As the motor reached that sweet spot – the one that I used to launch this car from a dead stop – my cock started to get stiff.

I turned toward Dekk and smiled.

“I love this fucking car, Dekk,” I screamed.

“Don’t,” he yelled.

“Can I get a fuck yes?” I tilted my head back and looked up at the headliner as I screamed.

I rotated my head to the left and looked toward my parent’s house. As the exhaust bellowed from the back of the car, my father stared out the window of the living room into the street, his hands pressed into his hips.

This ain’t your car anymore, old man.

I slid my foot off of the clutch, mashed the gas pedal to the floor, launching the car from a dead stop like it had been hit from behind by a semi-truck. I glanced right. Dekk, pinned to his seat, tried to reach for the dash to stabilize himself.

The car slid sideways as I grabbed second gear. Half way through second the tires started to grip, pressing Shane further into his seat. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed the entire block was filled with the smoke from my tires. Two one hundred foot long black marks in front of my parent’s house would remind my father for the next month that I’m a little wilder than he is.

Just a little.

I shifted into third gear and let off the gas. Shane lowered his hands into his lap and exhaled.

As I came to a stop at the intersection, I rotated my wrist and glanced at my G-Shock. Thirty minutes to make it to Rundberg. Ten minutes to spare if traffic is decent. I lifted my hands from the steering wheel and looked at the scars that littered my knuckles and smiled. One more wouldn’t even be noticed.

The $2500 I’d win from knocking this punk out would last me over a month, and knocking motherfuckers out is what I do.

“You alright bro?” Shane asked as he rubbed his hands together and looked down at his lap.

I thought of another bare knuckled match in Rundberg. The smell of the adrenaline, the sweat, my muscles becoming pumped, the blood, the screaming of the people betting on the match, and taking that $2500 when it was over.

Am I ready?

I gripped the steering wheel and nodded my head once.

Fuck yes.

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Author Scott Hildreth (SD) Hildreth


I will never forget the first time I actually felt as if I had helped someone resolve an issue in their life. I was in middle school. It started then, and has continued throughout my entire life. I have always made myself available to talk to people and resolve (or attempt to resolve) issues that they struggle with.

Having an exceptional ability to communicate has always been a gift of mine, and I have enjoyed doing so. Telling stories has always been second nature to me. Writing has been a passion of mine since I was a child. I have written poetry, romance, self-help, addiction, alcoholism, codependency, technical, and satire. There isn’t a genre or a topic that I feel more comfortable with. I enjoy writing about whatever it is that I feel passionate about at the time.

Being open-minded and often seeing abusive relationships unfold, I have always been passionate about abuse, or the prevention of it. My main focus has always been people that are incapable of helping themselves, primarily women, children, and the elderly. I have talked to hundreds of women that were in abusive relationships, and assisted many of them in removing themselves from these relationships.

I try to focus in my writings to develop a story that makes people stop and think. To look at a subject or subjects from a different point of view. If I am able to get my point across, and make the subject entertaining to the reader, I feel that I have met my objective. I feel that I have tremendous depth as a person, and have had some great experiences in my life. To date, what life has offered me has been nothing short of spectacular. My opinions, point of views, and perspectives on matters are just that; an opinion. There isn’t necessarily a right or wrong in what I write, but more of a belief. I always believe in what I am writing, and I further believe that the reader may benefit from viewing it from the written perspective.

I hope that you enjoy reading what I have written as much as I enjoy writing it. Nothing gives me greater satisfaction than knowing a reader enjoyed something I have written. Considering that, please take time to leave a book review if you have read something I have written.

Best Regards,

Scott Hildreth


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Undefeated is another ‘Knock-Out’ Erotic Read by, Author Scott Hildreth!

The dynamics of the characters is incredible. Each and everyone have their own back story and personal issues. This novel is based on a conversation that Hildreth had with someone dealing with Domestic Abuse in her life. Hildreth was bold, in that he took a topic that is not a typical theme in a romance, let alone an erotic romance novel. He saved his punches to the ‘twat waffle’ behind the conversation with the stranger. Instead he punched the keys to type this novel and bring it to his readers. The Heroine in, Undefeated, never let others know of her situation. She hid the bruises from those around her, until her bruised heart and body could not take it anymore. Look around you readers, who around you may be dealing with this issue in their own life? Definitely makes you go hmm…

Hildreth’s writing comes straight from the heart. At the beginning of each chapter is  a message. This message gives the reader pause as to what the chapter will be about, and may even speak to you personally and/or emotionally in relation to your own life.  His words encourage the reader to actually ‘think’ about what is being read.

Although the novel is considered an erotic read, it is not all about the sex that makes this a great read. The Hero, Shane Dekkar is a strong, yet compassionate, considering, character (at least when it comes to women be treated as an object or dirt). His family background had its share of ups and downs. With this being said, Shane tries to live in the present instead of the past. He uses his God given talent to make a living, and protect women as best he can. His character is easily likable. He is the guy you might see at the gym, in a restaurant, or vehicle insurance office.  Though with his handsome looks, you may have to take a second or third look… and for more reasons than his looks alone.

P.S. If you are ever at one of his Sunday Chicken BBQ’s where Ripp is cooking. Um…do NOT eat the chicken! You will just have to read this novel to solve your curiosity.



5.0 Rosebuds of Writing Raves

Writing is cohesive. Flows, and time passes in a way that is understandable to the reader. Plot holds realism, characters seem real. Real as you could see them in your own city. Novel expresses emotion, shows that life is not always pretty. Yet,there is hope at the end of the rainbow. You only have to believe. Readers will be exposed to Love, Hope, Thrilling, Gross, and Funny. Each page will generates a different feeling for the reader. This is a novel you will not want to put down!

2.5 rating

2.5 Teardrops

As I have said before, when reading I can be an emotional basket case. So yes, there were a few areas that had tears running down my face. But, no ugly crying…


5.0 Romance Rave

The action may not start at the beginning, but once it does, it is ‘Smokin’ Hot!  And there is no place off limits… Walls, the couch, anywhere and everywhere is game!  Watch out, your Kindle may just get too HOT to handle…


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Meet Author Lisa Suzanne

Indie Author Lisa Suzanne

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He  Feels Trilogy

Book 1

How He Really Feels



Publication Date: May 17, 2013
Julianne Becker is desperately in love with her boss, Nick Matthews. She has daydreamed about him since the day she first met him a year earlier, but she is firmly stuck in the friend-zone until New Year’s Eve, when the game completely changes and she finds out how Nick really feels about her. They embark on a sexy affair that’s everything Julianne ever dreamed of… except she can’t tell anyone about it. What will happen if anyone finds out about their secret relationship? And how will her lifelong best friend, Travis Miller, react when Julianne begins a relationship with someone who isn’t him?
How He Really Feels is a novel that explores relationships and love between coworkers and friends.
*It contains some adult situations and is intended for mature readers.*
Book Quotes

My heart slammed into my ribs and then my eyes closed automatically as his lips brushed mine just once. Every nerve ending in my body was alight with electricity at our connection. He clutched me close against his chest in a quick embrace. “Happy New Year,” he murmured, his breath tickling close against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.”

“Everything in my life was insignificant until I met you, and now you are all that matters.” (-Nick)

“I see the way he looks at you, Julianne. It’s the same way I look at you.” (-Nick)

“He was definitely The One; he just didn’t know it yet.” (-Julianne)

“I started drinking coffee because I knew you went to the kitchen every morning to get a cup. And going to the kitchen meant that I would have a moment with you, just you, to look at you, to talk with you, just to be with you. But I felt like an idiot going in there without a reason, so I started drinking coffee.” (-Nick)


POV Excerpt-Nick

I was headed home from another painful Christmas spent in California. After four nights in a hotel bed, I was ready for the familiar comforts of home. Josh had volunteered to drive, and for that, I was grateful. He knew better than anyone the emotional toll that spending time with my mother had on me, even if I was a little proud that I had finally stood up to her.

My mind had been on Julianne since the Christmas party. I was at an impasse. In my head, I knew that I could potentially be fired for having anything to do with her, but other parts of my anatomy were ruling this situation: for one, my heart. It sounded cheesy, but holding her against me for that one dance had been… perfection. Her hair smelled like peaches, and she was warm and soft in my arms as we swayed to the gentle beat of Adele’s “Someone Like You.” I felt like a fucking teenager with the raging hard-on that I got anytime she was in my general vicinity, and that dance we shared was no different. I had never reacted to a woman like that in my life, but this was Julianne Becker.

She was everything that I had ever looked for in a woman: beautiful, intelligent, creative, clever, and sexy as hell, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I had to be careful.

Both of our jobs depended on it.

I tried staying away from her, but I found that I just couldn’t. The more I worked with her, the more I realized that I was inexplicably drawn to everything about her. It was the air that surrounded her, the vibe she gave off. It sucked me in, and I had resisted it for nearly a year. But I was done. Josh and I had driven to California on Christmas Eve morning, the morning after the office Christmas party, and I admitted to him that I had danced with Julianne. He knew that I had been pining away for her for quite some time; I had to come clean with him when he kept trying to hook me up with his on-again, off-again girlfriend’s friends and I wasn’t interested in any of them.

I wanted Julianne thinking of me as much as I was thinking of her, so I sent her a text wishing her a Merry Christmas while Josh used the restroom at a rest stop on the way to my mother’s house. She texted me back: You, too :).

I sent her another text the next day with the same motive just after I had finished the formal dinner my mother’s chef served to us: I hope Santa was good to you.

Her reply came quick: He always is. Hoping you got everything you wished for, too. How could she possibly have any idea that she was everything I wished for?

I assumed she was busy with her holiday celebrations, which was fine as long as she wasn’t busy with some other guy. A pang of jealousy seared through me as I pictured Julianne dancing with her date at the Christmas party. The guy she was with had joined us at some of our happy hours before, but they didn’t seem like they were an item. Well, she didn’t seem like she was with him. I wasn’t sure that he felt the same based on the way he looked at her. But when I had asked her if she was seeing anybody just a few weeks earlier, she told me she wasn’t, and that was enough for me.

Josh and I were less than an hour from home when I pulled out my phone to text her again.

“How many is this?” he asked.

I glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”

“How many times have you texted her?”

“Today? This is the first.” It was amazing how well my brother knew me.

“Since the Christmas party, then.”

“Not enough.”

“Dude, you’re fucking pathetic. When are you going to do something about it?”

I sighed. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. The asshole. Before I had a chance to think it through, I said, “New Year’s Eve.”

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to study me. I stared straight ahead.

“Seriously?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

Now it was a challenge from my brother. He and I took competition seriously, and I wasn’t about to back down now that I had said it. “Sure,” I said, my voice projecting a swaggering confidence that I didn’t actually feel. “Why the hell not?”

Got any New Year’s plans? I texted Julianne. I had to find out where she would be, and then I could formulate the best course of action. If she didn’t have plans, which I found hard to believe given her penchant for wine and hanging out with her friends, I’d just invite her out with me. Josh, my roommate Eric, and some of our buddies were hitting up West, a swanky bar in downtown Scottsdale close to a bunch of other bars.

“What did you text her?” Josh’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“I just asked what she’s doing for New Year’s.”



Rave Reviews

How He Really Feels is a novel that explores relationships and love between
coworkers and friends. It contains some adult situations and is intended for
mature readers.

Recent Praise for How He Really Feels

Suzanne you sure can write!!” – Elizabeth, Delighted Reader

“I found
myself completely lost in the story and hated when it had to come to an end…
Romantic and steamy, a perfect combo.” –Nikki S., Winding Stairs Book Blog

“I am a die hard romantic and the main character of Nick fulfills my
fantasy of a sweet, caring, and sexy book boyfriend to a ‘T’. Lisa Suzanne was
able to spin a love and lust filled storyline with so much feeling that my heart
felt like it was literally bursting out of my chest!” –Kelly, Kiss and Tell

“This author has an excellent way of using dialogue between the
characters. There are some books I read and I wonder if they ever have
conversation aside from the moans and groans they make in the bedroom. I like a
book that develops the characters relationship. I like it to tell me how the
characters developed passion for each other. I cannot wait for Lisa Suzanne’s
next book ‘What He Really Feels’.” –Emily, The SubClub Books Blog

“Did I
mention the sex scenes are super duper HOT??? I promise you won’t be
disappointed with this book. Great job for new author Lisa Suzanne.” – Donna, My
Sticky Pages Book Blog

“I feel the budding of a wonderful writer in our
presence.” –Desiree, The Book Bar

“First time author Lisa Suzanne has
written a steamy, entertaining contemporary romance… I enjoyed reading HOW HE
REALLY FEELS.” –Karen, Cocktails and Books Blog

(You can read them for yourself on Amazon)


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Book 2

What He Really Feels



He told her How He Really Feels and had his
heart broken. Now Travis Miller is trying to move on from the greatest
heartbreak of his life by getting out of town. But two nights before his big
move to California, Travis meets a mystery woman who grabs hold of his broken
heart and gives him hope that he can piece it back together.

Will Travis ever figure out What He Really Feels, or will he be stuck on his
first love forever? Will he find his happily ever after?

*What He Really Feels contains some adult situations and is intended for mature

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GORGEOUS POV POST: When Gorgeous and Tiger Meet

You know those days or weeks right after you break up with someone, even if you were the one to initiate the break-up? They’re tough on the heart, and I was in that place when I walked into Mahogany. I was in the “I’ll never love again” stage. I was hurt, because even though I had to break things off with my ex, break-ups were always difficult. I was even in the “I can’t even look at men right now” stage. Just the thought of getting back into a relationship scared the hell out of me.

So Sydney and her roommate Vanessa decided we needed a Girl’s Night Out. I was in; wine and friends and music were exactly what I needed. I borrowed a tall pair of black heels from Sydney and paired them with a skirt and a shimmery top.

We sat at a table and ordered red wine, and then Syd added on a Buttery Nipple shot for each of us. Once our shots arrived, Syd toasted: “To getting drunk enough to forget.” We held our shots in the air and tapped our glasses together, and then we each threw them back. It had been a few years since I’d done shots, and it tasted like college. But it slid down my throat sweetly, and I immediately wanted another.

We’d just finished our third shot when I glanced up toward the bar. My glass of wine was nearly empty and I hadn’t seen our waitress in awhile.

And then I saw him.

Once my eyes found him, I couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. He looked wild and untamable and ferocious and sexy, but at the same time, he looked like he was sweet and playful, and he was that perfect combination of hot and adorable all at the same time.

Just like a tiger. Fierce and cute.

The moment my eyes spotted that tall, sexy, hunk of a man, I felt the need to be the one to tame the ferocious tiger inside.

Something inside of me leapt back to life. Gone were whatever “stages” I found myself in. Gone were the tears and the heartbreak and the getting away.

The only thing on my mind once I spotted him was how I was going to get into his bed.

Once that thought hit my mind, I was at once shocked and relieved. I’d never, ever had a random sexual encounter. I was feisty, but I was a good girl. Yet looking at this man made me want to be a bad

girl. I’d never looked at a man that screamed “SEX” at me the way this one did, and this was all just looking at him across a bar from my table with Sydney and Vanessa. I hadn’t even made eye contact yet.

The feeling of relief came from that feeling alive again. It had only been a few days since the break-up, but the first few days are the worst. Those are the days when you feel like you’ll never be happy again. And just looking at this guy – not even making eye contact, just looking at him and the way he sat at the bar, his back to me as he sat in the middle of his friends – awakened those feelings that had been lost.

“What are you looking at?” Sydney asked, following my line of site. “Damn,” she drawled slowly, pronouncing it as a two-syllable word (“Day-ummm”) once her eyes landed where mine had.

“Dibs,” I claimed him. No way was I letting Syd have this one.

And just looking at this guy – not even making eye contact, just looking at him and the way he sat at the bar, his back to me as he sat in the middle of his friends – awakened those feelings that had been lost.

“What are you looking at?” Sydney asked, following my line of site. “Damn,” she drawled slowly, pronouncing it as a two-syllable word (“Day-ummm”) once her eyes landed where mine had.

“Dibs,” I claimed him. No way was I letting Syd have this one.

She huffed an irritated sigh. “Fine. His friends are hot, too.”

“Didn’t notice,” I said.

“Dibs on the one on the left,” Vanessa said.

I giggled. “Hands off the middle one.”

“Shit,” Syd said, left with the last guy… not that it was a bad deal. As I tore my eyes from the sexy tiger, I noticed his friends were, in fact, attractive as well.

“The waitress hasn’t been by in awhile,” I hinted.

“Are you suggesting we walk up to the bar to purchase our next round?” Sydney teased.

I raised my eyebrows and then smiled. “I guess that’s our only option.”

We made our way to the bar, and the closer I walked to him, the more my heart rate sped up until I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest.

I ordered my drink, and I could hear the pounding rush of my heart in my ears. I was nervous, my only saving grace those three Buttery Nipples and the one glass of wine. I swear I could feel his eyes on me in those moments when I stood at the bar. The little hairs on the back of my neck prickled in awareness at his proximity, and I felt a quiver of excitement shoot through me.

After I placed my order, I turned toward him, and Syd and Vanessa mirrored my movements, heading toward his friends.

Up close, he was heart-stoppingly handsome, so much that looking at him literally took my breath away. All I could do for a moment was stare at him and drink in his chiseled features. Everything about him screamed red-blooded male. He had dark hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through and chocolate eyes that I could get lost in. His square jaw had just the right amount of sexy stubble on it, and I imagined how rough it would feel under my tongue. I was stunned at the lusty direction of my thoughts, but this man awakened things in me I didn’t know existed.

And I hadn’t even spoken a word to him yet.

The more I stared at him, the more I realized that I had no chance with a man who looked like that. He was so far above my league, but I was a little tipsy and feeling a confidence that I would never have felt if not for three Buttery Nipples.

“Hey, tiger,” I finally said, surprised at how composed my tone was when I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. It felt completely natural to call him the nickname that had been in my head since the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.

“Hey gorgeous,” he replied, and then he hit me with a grin.

I am pretty sure my heart stopped completely in that moment.

I was blinded by his smile and the way it lit up his entire face.

I had never believed in the ridiculous notion of love at first sight, but I knew that there was more between us than just an attraction.

I needed to feel him. I’d never had such a strong pull tugging me to a man before, but I needed to find some way to feel his body against mine. Just for the night, I promised myself. I couldn’t jump right back into a relationship, but I could certainly have a night of fun.

“Want to dance?” I asked.

He nodded, so I pulled his hand and he lifted off of his barstool , following behind me to the dance floor. I finally got a good look at his body unfolded from the stool, and he stood a full foot taller than me. Justin Timberlake’s “Like I Love You” pumped from the speakers, and I shimmied against this godlike creature before me, wondering what the hell he had hidden under his black shirt and jeans.

His hands gripped my hips, and that was the moment when I knew for sure that the night would end with me in his bed. All I could imagine was those strong fingers gripping my hips against his body without the barrier of clothes. The way he clutched me close against him made me feel like he owned me. It was one of the sexiest moments of my life, and it was taking place in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I tilted my head up and back, and his lips slid over mine for just a moment.

I swear I was going to have a heart attack at this rate, the way my heart kept speeding up and slowing down.

That kiss.



It was fast, but it spoke volumes. It was electric, maybe the most electric kiss of my life, and that was just a quick, closed mouth one. I couldn’t imagine what a full-on kiss with tongues would feel like.

His eyes showed the surprise I felt at our quick connection. I laced my fingers through his on my hips, loving the way our fingers twined together. I grinned up at him, and his eyes suddenly took on a melancholy sadness.

He leaned down to my ear, and I took in his fresh scent. He smelled like clean laundry and soap, and I wanted to breathe him in forever.

“I’m moving out of Arizona in two days,” he said, his warm breath against my ear sending chills down my legs.

Was it a warning? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t really care. I had to have more time with him. I still wasn’t in a place to start anything serious, not after my recent break-up. But the connection I had with this man left me panting with need. I wasn’t going to end the night without more from him, and I was fine with one night that would surely be magical, one night that I could remember forever.

One night with no strings attached

So I said something to make my inner slut proud. “Perfect. I’m looking
for something without strings anyway.

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Sleep had always been my friend. A good friend. Maybe even a best friend. Our relationship was one of give and take; sleep gave to me and I took it freely. I could sleep through an earthquake (in fact, I had once). I could sleep through construction. I could sleep through a woman leaving my bed to save me from an awkward goodbye.

But it turns out that I couldn’t sleep through a broken heart.

The most perfect kiss of either of our lives ended, and she looked up at me one last time. Those eyes would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. I saw tears fill them, and before she had a chance to let them spill over, she kissed my cheek one last time and then turned, opened my door, and walked out of my life.

I stood in my entryway for a moment, gathering my wits about me as I stared at the closed door that she had disappeared through.

I wanted to run after her.

I wanted to stop her.

She huffed an irritated sigh. “Fine. His friends are hot, too.”

“Didn’t notice,” I said.

“Dibs on the one on the left,” Vanessa said.

I giggled. “Hands off the middle one.”

“Shit,” Syd said, left with the last guy… not that it was a bad deal. As I tore my eyes from the sexy tiger, I noticed his friends were, in fact, attractive as well.

I wanted to tell her that I believed in love at first sight, as ridiculously cliché and foolish and absolutely stupid as that sounded.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. She had made it clear that she didn’t want that with her words, even though I didn’t believe that she had any conviction at all behind those words.

I most certainly couldn’t set myself up for another heartbreak, and I couldn’t afford to hang around in self-pity. So I pushed it to the back of my mind, burying it and bottling it even though all I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and smell the citrus scent that she had left behind.

“Tell me your name,” I begged.

“I like that you call me ‘Gorgeous.’”

“And I like that you call me ‘Tiger.’ But I want to know who you are.”

“Names mean strings, Tiger. Attachment.”

“Then maybe we’ve got strings.”

I didn’t want her to go, but I didn’t know what to do to get her to stay

I didn’t know if it was “love,” because I had always felt like love was something that grew between two people. Surely you had to know someone’s name before you could claim to love her.

But something about my connection to her was different. Something about her told me that my feelings ran deep.

“So text your friend and let her know you’ll be back later this afternoon.”

“No can do, Tiger.”

“Tiger?” I leaned back to study her, my body still poised over hers.

“Yeah. Seems fitting. You’re ferocious and wild and at the same time playful and adorable.”

My heart skipped a beat in my chest at her words. “I could say the same about you, Gorgeous.”


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Lisa Suzanne is a high school English teacher who lives at home in Arizona with her amazing husband and adorable yellow lab. She loves summer more than her students do.


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