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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Guest Post with Author M.S. Brannon

Please please welcome author M.S. Brannon to RFTC. M.S. is celebrating the release of her book, Scarred Love and has stopped by to chat.

M.S. Brannon was born and raised in the Midwest. She still resides there today with her wonderful husband and son. When she is not writing or reading, M.S. Brannon spends time with her family, watching movies, and discovering new music. She writes romance because she believes love and heartache is the rawest emotion one can experience.

Places to find MS:
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Ten Things Reader's Would be Surprised About You

One: I love tattoos! I'm board line on obsessed with tattoos. I think it's a magnificent way for a person to showcase a story or significant part of their life and let it come alive on their body. I myself only have three tattoos. However, I spend time thinking about what my next tattoo will be and where I will have it placed. Of course, men with tattoos are sexy as hell and I will probably incorporate a tatted up guy in every story I write.

Two: I grew up in a very small farming community in Iowa and my graduating class size was 28. Yes, you read that right 28. Any time I mention this I find people have a hard time wrapping their brain around it, but I honestly loved it. Now that I'm an adult, I live in a much larger city and could not imagine going back to small town living, but I appreciate the values and lessons I learned growing up in such a small community.

Three: I have insomnia. I am perfectly capable of functioning on four hours of sleep a night. Many times I will get only getting four or five hours of sleep a week.

Four: I never aspired to be a writer growing up. When I was at the fragile age of seventeen and I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life. I was leaning toward a mortician or school teacher. Listening to my mother, I took the less morbid route and initially went to school for education. However, my early twenties were spent getting married then divorced and letting my hair down, school fell to the back burner. I really didn't think about writing until I turned thirty and now I understand why people are obsessed with it from an early age. I can't imagine not doing it. I find therapeutic and a great outlet for my insomnia. Hopefully soon I can turn this passion into a full time career.

Five: I never read anything in the romance genera until I read Fifty Shades of Grey. Then holy cow, it opened a flood gate to some of the best books I've ever read.

Six: I hardly ever cry. Even if I'm reading something intensely emotional I don't cry, my heart aches but the tears never come. The only exception to this is my son. That child can make me turn on the water works at a drop of a hat.

Seven: My favorite movies are Gone With The Wind, Seven, Superbad, Pulp Fiction, and anything Will Farrell stars in.

Eight: In high school I had a major crush on Dennis Rodman and John Travolta, particularly Pulp Fiction John Travolta. Yeah, I cannot really explain why I had a crush on either of them, but it was pretty series.

Nine: I've been told on many occasions my initial first impression is completely different from when that person or persons actually have a conversation with me. What this equates to is I'm a bitch at first but have witty conversational skills that keeps people wanting to talk to me.

Ten: I have a mad obsession with guacamole. I freaking love it and could easily eat my weight in it at one sitting.

Darcie Claiborne spent several years of her young life living with a monster, always fearing what he would do next. Clasping onto her last ounce of hope, Darcie releases a scream. It’s her final attempt to live; to survive the villain of her reality. Sweeping her up in his arms, Darcie’s knight in shining armor rescues her from the hell she’s been living; from the stepfather she's feared for all those years.

Reggie Evans has been forced to grow up before he’s ready when his mother dies of an overdose, leaving him responsible to raise his younger brothers. One fateful night, Reggie jogs by an old, run down house and discovers a young girl clinging to life as she screams for help.

Three years later, Darcie is healing and always protected by the man who saved her, but now she's fighting with something she isn't prepared to face. The growing love for the man who saved her life three years ago, the same man who’s nine years older. All the while, Reggie fights to protect Darcie from the demons of her past and new ones of her present.

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I make my way from behind the bar and spot their table. Drake, Presley, Grady and Darcie are sitting around, laughing and sipping their drinks when I approach. She really looks happy with this douche; it makes my heart sink further. I release the frustrated breath I was holding and walk right up to their table.

“Hey, Reg, it’s fucking crazy in here tonight,” Drake says.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. You guys should leave. It’s way too packed and I can’t keep an eye on you and everyone else,” I say, looking straight at Darcie.

Grady instantly recognizes I’m addressing Darcie and stands to challenge me. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I can take care of her myself. Back the fuck off.”

“You’re in my Goddamn bar and if I want you to leave, then you’ll leave. So get the fuck out before I toss you out on your ass,” I seethe with anger. It’s been a month in the making and I’m ready to lay this fucker flat.

I ball up my fist and roll my head from side to side, loosening up my muscles. Grady moves around Darcie, getting dangerously close. He stands a few inches shorter than me and breathes his beer laced breath in my face. The corner of my mouth lifts slightly as I get this gratifying urge to punch the guy’s face.

Jake and Jeremy come from the pool tables to stand behind me. Jake is bouncing like he’s on a pogo stick. His excitement is impossible to contain because he knows I’m about to kill this dude.

“I’ve been waiting for a fucking month for this to happen. Knock his bitch ass out, Reggie!”

Drake protectively moves Presley behind him, but places his hand on my shoulder. I jerk my arm forward. No one is going to stop me from destroying this douche bag. “Lay off, Drake. You aren’t stopping this.”Drake steps back and joins Jeremy and Jake a few feet behind me. They have witnessed my murderous rage before and know I am beyond the point of no return. I square my shoulders and roll them back. Clenching my fists open and closed, I glare down Grady, careful to never break our gaze. The bar turns deathly quiet as a crowd forms around us. Here we go. I’m ready to knock this useless piece of garbage on his ass. My feet turn as I ready myself to punch Grady in the face then I see her.

Darcie moves from behind Grady and stands beside him. “Reggie, please. Don’t do this. We’ll leave okay. Just…don’t do this.” Her face is pleading. The anger starts to slowly dissolve. Darcie has the uncanny ability to convince me of anything. The boys often take advantage of it because they know I can’t say no to anything she asks. I start to relax, settling my tense muscles. I can’t hurt her. Not again.

Jake shouts from behind me, “Darcie! He disrespected Reggie in his own bar and deserves to get his ass handed to him. I remember a day when you would be on our side. Now you’re a fucking traitor!”

“Fuck you, piss ant!” Grady shouts back to Jake.

This situation is spiraling out of control quickly. Darcie’s face falls as she looks like Jake slapped her across the face. “Jake! Shut up! Don’t say that to her!” I shout back to him.

Grady’s glare turns deadly when he steps within inches from my face. “You know…you’re really starting to piss me off. She’s not your girl! She’s mine!”

I’m ready to blow. She’s not his! She will never be his! Darcie is mine, forever! I clench my fists again and ready myself to destroy Grady once again when Darcie moves between us. Her hands are on my chest, pushing back against me. The smell of vanilla perfumes the air as Darcie wedges herself between Grady and me.

I break my gaze from Grady and meet her pleading, jade colored eyes. She’s my solace. When I look at Darcie, I find peace in a world filled with shit. I relax my fists and bring my hands to the side of her face, just like I’ve done so many times before, but this time, like the few times before, is different. This time, I want nothing more than to press my lips to hers. As we look into each other’s eyes, time stands still. Everyone else disappears. It’s just us. For a split second, she glances at my lips then back to my eyes. Her head nods slightly and before I can make my move to kiss her, Grady pushes against the back of Darcie and tries to cheap shot me in the jaw.