Harley Wylde visits and talks about her Writing Companions
Some authors
have a cat who sleeps nearby while they work, or a dog who begs for attention
throughout the day. While I have both, I don’t permit them in my office as a
general rule. They’re too distracting.
I keep a cat
bed in my office for special occasions. There are times my giant orange tabby,
Tanto, is extra clingy. The moment my office door opens, he darts inside. If I
toss him out, he comes right back the second the door opens again. I eventually
give in and let him sleep in the kitty bed. But that’s a once every 4-6 weeks
sort of thing.
And every
time there are fireworks, Ramses sleeps on the floor under my desk at my feet.
He’s a big 65 lb Norwegian Elkhound who turns into a giant baby during New
Year’s and the 4th of July. Once the fireworks are over, he goes
back out of my office.
So aside
from those special circumstances, my office companions are my son’s cockatiel—Archimedes,
and my day gecko—Flash.
The gecko is
nice and quiet, although he is entertaining. Especially when he’s hunting
crickets. Archimedes is another matter. He’s noisy when he wants attention—or
the TV. Yes, he loves watching TV. In fact, he’s learned to whistle bits of
Disney songs, and thanks to watching Frosty over the holidays, he now says
“Happy Birthday” when I uncover his cage. Every. Single. Day. No more Frosty!
It's a good
thing I don’t dictate my books. I’m scared of what he might learn!
Charming
(Devil’s Boneyard MC)
By
Harley Wylde
Published
by Changeling Press
Cover
Art by Bryan Keller
Release
Date: February 18, 2022
Dakota -- Having a half-brother
who’s an infamous assassin isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. At twenty-five, he’s
still micromanaging my life. The moment Specter tells me about an arranged
marriage to one of his associates I do what any sane woman would… I run. Never
counted on meeting a biker I can’t seem to forget, nor did I plan on our two
days together to have lasting consequences. When bad men find me, there’s only
one person I want. Charming. I’m just not certain I’ll get a warm reception.
Charming --
Dakota is different from anyone I’ve ever known, and it’s not because of who
her brother is. It’s simply her. Some sixth sense keeps telling me she’s
in trouble. When she calls and asks for help, I know I’ll do anything for her.
The men after her have no idea she’s mine, or that she’s carrying my kid, but
they will soon enough. I won’t rest until they’re six feet under.
WARNING:
Charming is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and can be read as a
stand-alone. There’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, and no
cheating. This is an age-gap romance of more than twenty years with bad
language, adult situations, and violence.
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About the Author
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling
Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Reckless Kings MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, Devil’s
Fury MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter
the better -- off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny
them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they
want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the
dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of
her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure
the bad guys get what they deserve.
The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up
naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and
reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also
fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from
the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
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Read a teaser
“I’m sorry. I just hallucinated.” I
glared at my phone before putting it on speaker. “Repeat that, please?”
My big brother sighed. “I’ve
arranged a marriage for you. It’s a good match, Dakota. He’ll keep you safe.
Take good care of you.”
“Did I fall into a wormhole?
Accidentally time travel?”
“What?” he asked, sounding
bewildered.
“Specter, you realize we’re not in
the Middle Ages, right? You can’t marry me off to some guy sight unseen. The
world doesn’t work that way anymore.”
“Technically…”
I growled and flipped off my phone,
wishing he could see the gesture. “You listen well, big brother. I am not
marrying some guy you’ve picked out for me. You can’t do this to me!”
“You’re my only weakness, Kota.
It’s only a matter of time before you end up with a target on you. Do you have
any idea what it would do to me if I lost you? Like I lost…” He went silent,
and I knew he was thinking about his daughter. The one they’d tortured, raped,
and murdered.
“I love you, Specter. You know I
do. But I can’t live like this. I have a life! Friends. A job.”
“I’m sorry, Dakota. Someone will be
there in a few hours to pick you up. You’ll meet your intended by morning and
be married shortly after. I swear I would never pick someone who would hurt
you. The guy is someone I trust.”
I screamed and ended the call, throwing
my phone against the wall. I hated when he did shit like this! Usually, I went
along with it, at least for a little while. Not happening this time. I wouldn’t
marry some guy just because Specter wanted me to. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I started throwing my stuff into a
bag. I eyed my busted phone and realized this was it. My only chance to escape.
I packed as quickly as I could, loaded my car, and put my apartment key in the
manager’s drop box. Then I got the hell out of town as fast as I could.
