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Exiled by Lana Grayson
(Anathema #2)
Publication date: March 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
Synopsis:
The only thing more sacred than the Anathema MC is the vengeance of a wronged man…
Excommunicated…
Exiled from the Anathema MC, Brew Darnell escaped the bullet only to face the unforgiving solitude of the road. With no future before him, Brew battles his past and vows to protect the one he loves the only way he can—by hunting the man who destroyed his family, devastated the Anathema MC, and betrayed every promise he ever made.
Saved…
Trapped in an abusive relationship with a sadistic biker, Martini Wright learned to manipulate, controlling her boyfriend’s temper with a wink and a smile until she’s traded as collateral to a rival MC. Her captor, Brew, has never trafficked a woman before, and Martini intends to exploit his guilty secrets to escape. Caught in the middle of a gang war, Brew and Martini fight a dangerous attraction—a second chance to heal from the mistakes of their past if they can confess the terrible truth.
Redeemed…
Brew failed his family before, but Martini can still be saved. With redemption delivered at the edge of a blade, Brew must choose who to rescue—the one he already lost…or the love he never deserved.
Guest Post
Welcome Lana Grayson as she talks to us about being "Grammar-Blind".
Yinz.
Pop. Nebby. Buggy. Gum Band. Jagoff. Red up.
So,
my hometown of Pittsburgh is a little…special. We’re not big like
New York or well-known like LA, but a lot of people recognize us.
They can’t help it—our regional dialect is impossible to hide.
Not
only do we have our own vocabulary and quirky pronunciations (Go up
to Gine Iggle and get some jumbo and chipped chop ham n’at before
dat Stiller game dahn-town starts), we actually have our own grammar
rules. We speak in ways I didn’t realize were incorrect until I
published my first book!
Pittsburghese
is so common with my friends, family, and coworkers, I’ve become
grammar-blind. I can pick out the “yinzer” words that easily
identify us, but there’s one major grammar rule we break all the
time and no one from the area one realizes it!
The
floor needs scrubbed. The baby likes cuddles. The cat wants fed.
To
a Pittsburgher, these sentences are perfectly fine. To the rest of
the world—and my very, very patient beta readers—they’re so
horribly wrong one they thought I did it on purpose to make my
characters seem less intelligent. The Pittsburgh region collectively
drops the “to be” from our past participles, and they have
absolutely no idea they’re doing it!
Whooooops.
So,
what do I do to fix it? Well, I scour for those typos, that’s
number one. Finding beta readers outside of Western Pennsylvania was
a good plan too. But…for authenticity’s sake, I set Exiled in the
middle of Pittsburgh and I’m crossing my fingers to hope people
think I just researched really, really well!
Still,
for a region
voted the worst accent in America,
Pittsburghers really embrace their language quirks, and, if nothing
else, it does lend a bit of flavor to the text.
I’d
love to hear from readers on what they think of dialect in books.
Anything from Huck Finn to Flannery O’Conner’s shorts to
Trainspotting. Do you like seeing the region in books? Is it fun?
Distracting? Let me know!
Excerpt:
A
woman sat on my bike.
It
was the most dangerous place in the world for her.
Had
a man trespassed, he’d be laid out on the concrete cradling a
broken nose and counting the teeth scattered on the pavement.
But
the blonde leaning against the handlebars gave me a fucking smirk.
The kind of look that gripped a man by his jeans and twisted until he
handed over his wallet or fell in love. She mugged with a smile,
charmed with a twirl of her hair, and saved her perfect ass from my
temper with an arching eyebrow.
She
was the type of pretty worth a night of regret, but I knew better.
Pretty was about as good for my bike as a ride on dry gravel. I
jerked a thumb over my shoulder.
She
spoke first.
“Hi.”
Disarmed,
and she didn’t even throw a punch. The leather jacket tailor-fit
her frame, snug against a thin waist and swelling hips that promised
endless trouble. Her boots had heels, probably to pin down the men
who fell for her siren song. Her jacket wasn’t zipped, but a pink,
silk scarf tied over her neck and obscured the cleavage from her
plunging neckline.
She
was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in three thousand miles and
thirty-eight years.
And
she sat on my bike.
“Get
off.”
I
counted the seconds her silver eyes dared to meet mine. She glanced
down, batting her thick lashes as she studied the ground with a bite
to her lip and another squeeze on my jeans.
How
fucking old was she? College probably, though I doubted many people
in the coal mining town saved their pennies for higher education.
“I
can’t get up.” Her lips puffed into a perfect pout.
She
didn’t want to play this game with me.
“It’s
real easy, Darling. Stand up. Get the hell off my bike.”
“I
told you. I can’t.”
Those
silver eyes pierced my patience, daring me to haul her over my
shoulder. I considered it. She thought she could tease without
consequence, thought she’d handle how I punished little flirty
girls for playing a game they’d never win. She crossed her ankles
and settled in. Defiant.
I
hardened.
And
I hated myself for it.
“Get
off the damn bike.”
“They’re
waiting for you inside the garage.” The woman teased me with a
glance over my leather. “I won’t let anyone touch your ride.”
A
scratch to the paint would be nothing compared to the bruise on her
ass.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Lana Grayson was born to write romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.
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Giveaway
- A Kindle Paperwhite (INTL - wherever Amazon ships)
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