Gun Shy(93)
The Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them.
The Cartel series is a trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the club.
Lili is also the author of psychological thriller Gun Shy and the California Blood series.
Aside from writing, her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Instagram. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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Also by Lili St. Germain
Gypsy Brothers series
Seven Sons
Six Brothers Five Miles Four Score Three Years Two Roads One Love
Zero Hour
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Cartel series
Cartel Kingpin Empire
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California Blood series
Verona Blood Burn in Your Blood In Cold Blood
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And now, a sneak preview from one of my all-time favourite authors, T.M. Frazier….
About The Outskirts
BY T.M. FRAZIER
The swamp is about to get a whole lot HOTTER.
After a tragedy, Finn Hollis escapes into the swamp to be alone.
That is until Sawyer Dixon shows up, all SCORCHING HOT innocence, claiming she owns the land less than
fifty feet from his front door.
Sawyer gets under his SKIN, but even worse?
She makes him CRAVE things.
Things Finn hasn’t thought about in a very VERY long time.
Finn WANTS Sawyer gone.
Almost as much as he wants her in his BED.
Sneak Preview from The Outskirts
BY T.M. FRAZIER
Fear & Love
Fear and love are very much the same. They both make your heart race and your body shake. They make you tremble and anticipate. They make you frantic with thoughts that consume. Embracing fear is the same as embracing love.
It hurts.
It ends.
All is lost.
All can be found again.
PROLOGUE
FINN
You can tell a lot about your life by the sounds around you. It’s damn frightening how quickly they can change without warning.
One day it’s the roaring and cheering of a crowd at the local game. The clinking together of beer bottles. Flirty feminine laughter.
The next day it’s the sound of a radio being hastily shut off.
Gasps.
The dull thud you’ll never be able to rid from your nightmares.
The screams are followed by the worst of it all. Silence. If you listen very closely, you’ll be able to hear some-
thing else. Something more. A sound so distinctive it can’t be mistaken for anything other than what it is.
The sound of your own heart breaking.
?
ONE
SAWYER
I didn’t cry. Not one single tear. What kind of person doesn’t cry at their own mother’s funeral?
I don’t know why I was asking myself the question when the answer was a relatively obvious one.
I was all out of tears. Just like my mother had been. What I did do was fixate on how much Mother would’ve hated the entire service. Men sat in front while the women stood in the back, as was our church’s custom.
All were dressed in black. Mother detested black. “Family is why God put us here on this earth. Family can build us up and family can tear us down. It’s a sad day when we lose a member of our own community, a mother. A wife. One of God’s devoted children,” Reverend Desmond proclaimed.
As many times as he’d met my mother over the years he didn’t know a thing about her. Which made sense because he’d never actually spoken to her. Father always did the speaking on behalf of our ‘family’, while Mother and I stood behind him, obediently, with our heads bowed and our hands folded. Eyes to the ground.
And it was because he didn’t know my mother that the Reverend’s sermon was generic at best.
Cold. No personal details of any sort. What the Reverend did say was that my mother was
where she was always destined to be. Happy and safe in the arms of our Lord and Savior.
A burst of uncontainable laughter flew out of my mouth and when heads turned in my direction, I played it off as a sob of grief. Which, although better than laughter, was also unacceptable.
Without even looking up I could feel my father’s fury from the front row, but my outburst couldn’t have been helped. The hypocrisy was hilarious.
Safe in the arms of our Lord and Savior?
The Church of God’s Light believed that suicide buys you a one-way ticket to hell. Sure, they all played it off like it was an accident, but I knew the truth.