FEARLESS Cover Reveal
I am so excited to share with you the cover and blurb (and a small excerpt) for my upcoming adult romance debut
Coming July 28, 2020 from Sourcebooks Casablanca
I’ve been dreaming about this MotoGP series coming to life since 2015, and I am so incredibly privileged to be working with such a supportive editor, Mary Altman, and the entire Sourcebooks team. It’s been a joy from conception to cover art, and I have to offer a million thanks to my rockstar agent, Kelly Peterson of Rees Literary, for bringing us together.
So, what’s the scoop on the book?
Billy King may be smiling under his black Stetson as he waves for the MotoGP press corps, but the plain truth is the motorcycle racer is hurting: for his horse back in Memphis, for his girl with one boot out the door, and thanks to an injury that's not getting any better.
With his racing contract contingent on his latest injury remaining a secret, Billy bolts home at the end of the international circuit―resolved to heal, and ready to win fellow racer Taryn's heart a second time. Hopefully, before the love of his life is gone for good. But broken hearts don't heal overnight, and the cost of forgiveness is sky high...unless Billy can prove his heart is home to stay.
Are we ready to meet Billy?
Before we do, a quick word from the cowboy himself:
It’s a long walk toward the training pen, set far enough in the pasture that the colts don’t get distracted by the noise of the barn and the commands of the trainers. But with the wide open sky and no trees between us, Taryn sees me coming every step of the way.
I know it, though she pretends she doesn’t—she refuses to look my direction. But she’s sitting a little stiffer in the saddle, the clenched muscles in her long legs stretching her jeans, and accusing me of the crimes she screamed at me from across her kitchen table.
I cast them out of my mind. I don’t want to be mad, and seeing her sit a horse like that has always sent a freight train barreling straight into my chest. It’s almost as good as when she wakes up slowly next to me, her silky spine long and bare as she reaches for the coffee I’ve already made and set on her nightstand. When I’m lucky enough to be home.
“Afternoon, ladies,” I drawl to Taryn and Lorelai, taking the last few feet up to the fence of the training pen. My heart’s beating straight out of my chest, a fresh brew of sweat tickling my hairline, and I can’t stop thinking I should’ve shaved. But I couldn’t get my truck here fast enough.
Lorelai tosses her wildly-curly brown hair. “Taryn, I’m heading to the house. Call me later.” She throws me a murderous look before leaving the way I came. The same look she was giving me in the paddock all week in Spain.
Taryn still hasn’t said anything, except small corrections to the colt she’s working. Round and round she goes, her hands light on the reins and the sun on her hat, but not on her face. Pride laps at my heart from the dirt smeared on her hunter green shirt and mud caked up the calf of her jeans, everything about her more beautiful than I remember, and so damn hard. A woman who works, every day of her life. A woman who rides.
I can’t keep the adoration out of my voice. “Hi, honey.”
She gives two clicks to her colt and turns him the other way, bumping his trot to a canter and testing his different gears. It prods my smile even more, because she knows them all—on a horse, on a motorcycle. She’s even taught me a few tricks that have helped me keep an edge on the racetrack, because she doesn’t only train colts. She also races World Superbike eight months a year, and then she comes home to Memphis and barrel races in rodeos.
I never stood a chance over whether I was gonna fall in love with her. It was always just a matter of how long she was gonna let me hang around.
“I brought you something . . .” I pull my World Champion medal out of my back pocket and hang it on the fence post. If anyone knows what it takes to earn this, it’s Taryn. And she should have this, more than me. “Hope you like it.”
On her next pass, she reaches out and knocks my medal off the post, letting it fall in the dirt. “Fuck off, Billy.”
Frustration simmers in my chest, and I keep watching her, remembering how sweet she was before I ruined it. When once upon a time, she loved me back.
At least she cussed at me.
WELL looks like Billy has some making up to do! ;)
READ THE REST JULY 28, 2020 – PRE-ORDER HERE
We ready for the cover?
HERE HE IS!
Isn’t it so gorgeous???? Honestly, I sobbed with joy when I first saw it, I was so stunned. I will never get over his blue eyes. Or leathers. Or the bike!!!
Endless thanks to Sourcebooks for making all my wildest cover dreams come true.
Okay, that’s all I got for today! Be sure to sign up for future updates concerning giveaways and the pre-order campaign, and don’t forget to reserve your copy so you can enjoy the rest of Billy’s attempts to win Taryn back in July 2020!
Xoxo & Happy Reading,