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Book Title: A Civilian for Silo|
The author of the book: J.A. Hornbuckle
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Format files: PDF
The size of the: 857 KB
Edition: J.A. Hornbuckle
Date of issue: October 24th 2014
Read full description of the books A Civilian for Silo:It started with a one-night stand…
Within just a few hours of meeting, Silo Kettering and Shelly Palmer were in bed together. It was a special night, an amazing evening of shared passion between the socialite and the Hellion biker. But it was supposed to have been just an enjoyable one-off since Shelly had to get back to Albuquerque and extradite both herself and her sister, Lulu, from the mess their father had made.
And a promise to call if help was needed.
Silo had made Shelly vow to call him if she encountered any trouble, never realizing that just ten short months later, his would be the only phone number she remembered when she was hurt and broken. But it’s hard, if not impossible, to help and provide safety when you have no idea who or what you’re fighting besides your own heart and feelings. And as Silo discovers, the only thing preventing him from falling head over heels is the little spit-fire’s opinion of both him and herself.
From the author of ‘Hiding in Plain Sight’, ‘The Possibility of Trey’, ‘Reinventing Mel’ and ‘Taking a Dare’ comes Book 4 in the Hellion Motorcycle Series, exploring Silo’s story and his reconnecting with the irrepressible Shelly.
Often you have to get out of your own way−in order to let love in.
**Intended for mature audiences only (18+) due to strong language and sexual situations**
Read information about the authorMy heart was beating so freaking fast. I could hear the murmurings of the crowd behind the curtain where I was hiding, that separated me from them.
It was time. Time for me to come out and talk with them, those people from Goodreads that had read my books, rated my books and that wanted to know the person behind the words.
I stepped my way carefully out onto the stage, my heartbeat the only sound my ears could hear.
"Hi," I mumbled into the microphone. "My name is Judy and I write as J.A. Hornbuckle."
Damn. My voice sounded as hesitant as I felt.
"Tha-thank you so much for your interest." I was fumbling. But, I'd done this before. The public speaking thingie. And I really hadn't ever been this nervous before. But, geesh, I'd had notes then.
Deep breath, my mind instructed.
Okay, that I could do.
"I, ah, I don't know what to…uhm, I'm uncertain what I'm supposed to talk about," I began.
The fact that I couldn't see into the crowd was a problem. Talking to crowds is supposed to be like talking to other people. But I couldn't actually SEE the other people.
Just start at the beginning.
"I started writing because of a migraine," I started, my voice reedy and thin even in the amplification of the microphone. "I'd read three crap books in a row and thought I could do better."
I cleared my throat which I hadn't realized beforehand would be captured by the speakers.
"Sorry," I mumbled and tried again.
"I read three books that convinced me that I could write better. I'm an avid reader. A voracious reader that consumed four to six fiction books a week. Three books, three crap books, meant that I had wasted fifty percent of my reading time. And I knew that I could do better, could write better."
The noise in the large room lessened as I spoke and I gained courage from that silence.
"As I laid on the floor of my walk-in closet because it, of all the rooms in my apartment, had no noise, no light, and with my frozen pack of corn on my head, thought of the book I might write."
I remembered that time of pain. Of hurting so bad that my stomach would roil, where every heartbeat was torture and I couldn't breathe without the air hurting my teeth.
"I started to think about Caitlin and Jake, about what was to become 'Pole Dance', and eventually I found that I could shove that pain to one side as I planned. I learned to stash a steno pad and pen in there with me and use my baby finger to hold the end of the steno pad and write in the dark."
I heard a couple of chuckles which made me bolder.
"I tried to capture the story on my computer in my 'dull roar' times. And, in a word? It was crap. I didn't know what I was doing. So I started to study. Read, absorbed. But you know what I found? Writing is like driving a car. You can read about driving, learning the rules of the road, reading about safety tips and precautions. But until you are actually behind the wheel? Oh, baby. Completely different story."
More laughs this time. My knees were steadier and I felt my voice strengthen.
I needed to finish up.
"My name is Judy. And I'm a new author who is learning by the seat of her yoga pants as she goes. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing my books. You mean a lot to me."
I smiled and waved into the glare that was hiding the group that had come to hear me speak.
Because I've never spoken so much and with such honesty from my heart at one time.
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