Coming Soon-At the Risk of Forgetting

I posted a little bit of this on my Facebook Author Page but I decided to add a little bit more to the teaser. Here you can enjoy an excerpt of my upcoming standalone, At the Risk of Forgetting. It’s a second chance romance full of angst, but with plenty of sweet and sexy. P.S. Don’t forget to add it to your TBR on Goodreads!

(c) A. M. Wilson 2016

As I lowered the phone from my ear, ready to indulge in a serious amount of coffee, an ominous vibe hit me. I didn’t realize where it was coming from until I placed my phone into my purse and looked up. The tall man in front of me had turned full body so that he was now facing the back of the line, his angry eyes aimed at me.

And all of a millisecond passed before I got my first look into the fourteen-years-older face of my childhood love.

Law.

Oh, God.

He was as beautiful as always. Same dark, unruly hair and gray/green eyes. Except now, that dark hair had a few threads of gray near the temples, and his eyes were outlined by creases.

And he was tall. So much taller than the last time I saw him. And built. Law was always strong, but more lean than buff. Now he had big, rounded biceps that I was surprised fit into the sleeves of his Henley.

My mental calculation of all the ways he’d changed was cut short when he opened his mouth.

“Explains a lot,” he growled, not trying to conceal the tone or volume of his voice.

Panic stole over me and I looked around the room for assistance. Everyone was conveniently rushing around or ignoring my blatant plea for an intervention.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Fourteen years ago, you disappeared into the night. Without a trace. Nobody knew where you’d went. Hear you now, sounds like you got yourself a teenaged daughter. Explains a lot.”

I opened my mouth to deny, deny, deny, but playing dumb would get me nowhere. There’s no way in hell I wouldn’t recognize the man standing before me, just like I now know he knew it was me as soon as I got into line behind him. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he clocked me the second I opened the door to this place.

I studied my wet shoes. “You don’t know anything.”

“I never was a stupid kid,” he sneered and for a second, my heart completely stopped and my eyes snapped to his. He knew. I don’t know how, but he’s figured it all out.

“I’m sure as hell not a stupid man. I can do simple math. I know you wouldn’t have run away for the hell of it. Even if your whole life went to shit, you still had me and you knew it.”

“I’ve got to go. I’m sorry.” Screw getting coffee. If I stood there another second, I was going to break down.

Even as my feet carried me to the door, I could feel my heart trying to pull me back towards him.

“Just tell me who!” He barked after me.

My spine straightened almost painfully, the realization that he doesn’t know hit me like a semi-truck. “Who, what?” I whispered, not turning around.

“Who knocked you up?” This was growled from beside me. Right near my ear. The closest I’ve been to Law in fourteen years, and it physically hurt to have him so close in body, but emotionally, he’s never been further away.

I dropped my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Matters to me. Matters whose dick was so important you’d throw everything we shared away. Damnit, you dropped out of school and left town without so much as a note in my mailbox as to where you went. Do you know what that did to me?”

Agony.

He tried to conceal it, but it was there, threaded through his words and his tone. And for me, it scored itself onto my heart. Next to all the other marks from leaving him in the first place.

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She scurries back against the arm of the couch, my words alone scaring the crap out of her. Her chest rises rapidly and falls slower with a long, deep breath. “All the men I’ve met in the past two years did nothing but drink. I can’t help but wonder if you’re one of them.”

The hand holding my glass of scotch freezes in mid-air, and the breath I just took expands in my chest to the point it hurts and I can’t take air in or let it out. I’m suffocating, her words are choking me.

Using all my control, I force the air out through my nose. It’s a slow, painful process. Everything inside is screaming at me to let it out in a loud bellow of rage. My muscles tense with the desire to beat the fuck out of something. Before I break the glass, I lean forward and, as gently as I can manage in my drunk, violent state, I place it on the coffee table.

My back molars grind together so forcefully it’s a wonder one of them doesn’t snap right in half.

Then I move.

With perfect precision, I stand up, plant a knee in the couch, and throw myself in the direction of the girl. An arm lands on each side of her, one on the arm of the couch and one planted in the backrest, caging her in. The girl’s eyes go wild with fear at my swiftness and proximity, but I don’t give a single fuck. Her words cut deep. So deep, I don’t think I can staunch the bleed.

Lowering my face to hers until there’s nothing more than a centimeter of space between our lips, I force her gaze to mine. She tries to hide her head, but I’m one step away from physically holding it in place.

“I’m a goddamned man. A man who lives and breathes life without anyone telling me what the fuck I need to do. I want to drink, I’m going to drink. I want to fuck, I’m going to find a nice, willing, hot wet pussy to fuck. I want to drive, I’m going to hop on my motorcycle and take off without relaying my whereabouts to anybody. I’m a fuckin’ man.

“What I’m not is a lowlife piece of shit who abuses and rapes women to get his fuckin’ rocks off. What I’m not is a man who has a woman beneath him wearing nothing but a thin tee, and more helpless than an injured bird, and takes advantage of that. Don’t doubt for one fuckin’ second that I couldn’t rip those tiny clothes off your skinny ass and fuck the shit out of you and you couldn’t do one. single. thing. about it until I was good and done with you. Don’t ever doubt my power. But just because I could, doesn’t mean I ever fuckin’ would. Don’t lump me in with those goddamned pieces of shit all because I like to drink. Fuck!”

Finished with my tirade, I throw myself backwards off her, grab my glass, drain it, and trudge drunkenly to the sink. My hands tremble so hard they make little tap tap sounds against the metal basin, so I grip the counter top until my knuckles turn white. Guilt swamps me as the moment recedes, and I start to calm back down.  “All I said is true, but you also don’t have to question my restraint,” I whisper. My heart pounds in my chest as the words choke me and painful memories flash before my eyes. “I would never fuckin’ hurt a woman.”

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New Secret Project for #TeaserTuesday

I’ve spent the past two days trying to decompress from my amazing weekend at Scripted Social Author Event in Des Moines, Iowa. I met a whole bunch of authors that I admire, and some of the sweetest readers to date. Even though I stumbled over my words and was more anxious than I probably let on, I think I did okay. It was amusing how many people said I look nothing like my Facebook Profile Picture, so if you think you know what I look like, you’ll just have to meet me to know for sure!

Moving on…

I’ve been desperately working away at Unleashing Sin, but let’s face it: if you’ve read Redesigning Fate or Resurrecting Her, you know what a stubborn ass he is. He is fighting me every step of the way of his story. So during those times of complete frustration when I just need a break, I’ve put my fingers back to the keyboard to work on a blank document and bam! A new WIP is born.

So here’s a little taste of my new secret untitled project. Hope you like it!

This is unedited and subject to change.

“Mrs. Hoskins!”

Not him. Anybody but him.

“Mrs. Hoskins. Wait!”

Please, spare me today. Just this once.

Nobody answers my silent prayer. That’s because I gave up on God about three-point-five months ago.

It’d be a miracle to go out in public and not be accosted by the glares or the harsh words that have followed me since that day. Sometimes people are nice enough to whisper them, but usually they have no problem shouting at me as I pass.  That’s my penance for raising a monster. I’m the town pariah.

The sun beats down on my bare shoulders with its warm rays as I walk through the town strip, but the heat does nothing to the perpetual chill inside me. The layer of ice frozen around my soul will never thaw. There’s no going back from what happened. I’ll be cold for the rest of my life.

“Mrs. Hoskins.” He caught up with me.

“It’s Ms.,” I reply quietly as I keep up my pace. The post office is in sight, only one more block and across the street. Not close enough to keep this conversation short. Or more to my preference, nonexistent.

“Right. I knew that. My apologies, ma’am. For the mistake. And the divorce. Shit, I’m messing this all up.”

I keep my lips sealed. From my peripheral I can see him rub the back of his neck and look away. Yeah buddy, I know how awkward this is so turn around and walk away.

“I wanted to see if you’re all right.”

My back straightens painfully at the turn of conversation. No, I’m not all right you twit. I’ll never be all right again. “Is this a welfare check Officer Ridler?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then it’s none of your business.”

“Emily.”

The tender note of his voice stops me in my tracks. Literally. My feet feel cemented to the concrete sidewalk with the sound of his deep velvety voice using my first name. In all of our interactions over the past couple months, he’s only addressed me formally. Hearing Emily pass his lips leaves my chest achingly dry in this humid Louisiana heat.

I close my eyes and inhale deeply through my nose. “I’m fine,” I reply in a quiet voice. The voice I’ve grown accustomed to using over the past couple months. I’ve perfected the tone of a nonthreatening compliant woman in an attempt to deal with the constant questions and harassment. Not that it worked. I’ve learned that getting angry or frightened doesn’t help, though. Yelling back or bursting into tears only gets me lumped back into the “crazy” label people are so fond of using.

I’m not crazy.

No, you’re not. You just failed at being a mother.

“Folks’ve been saying you haven’t been around as much. You know there’s resources available to you.”

“Yes. I know.”

“I’m available to you.”

My eyes pop wide open. Shocked, I turn to face him. Even in the bright sun, I know the redness of his cheeks isn’t from the heat.

“That sounded terrible. I am so sorry.”

Something weird is happening. The sensation starts in my stomach, just above my belly button. It’s like the muscles contract and then that feeling is rising higher and higher into my throat like a scoop of bubbles until a short, staccato giggle pops out.

Yes, a freaking giggle.

Both hands audibly clap over my mouth. My stomach sours in embarrassment.

Officer Ridler steps around me so he’s now facing me instead of at my side. I can feel his eyes scanning my face like a physical touch, but I avoid looking him in the eye. “Did…did you just laugh at me?” He’s astounded and teasing while his dusky eyes flirt with humor.

I shake my head no.

Oh, God. Now something else is happening to me. Something I’m far more acquainted with lately than I’d prefer to be. That sensation roars up my esophagus again, but this time instead of a giggle, my eyes begin to burn and a few hot tears spill onto my cheeks.

“Emily,” he murmurs dejectedly.

I shake my head again as the burn moves from my eyes to my chest.

“Breathe, Emily. Take a breath.”

My breath hitches three times at the reminder to breathe, and I try to choke back the sob threatening to escape. I hold a hand out, palm up, to Officer Ridler, warning him to stay back while I compose myself. The few tears stop as quickly as they started, and I swipe them away angrily.

Not fast enough, though. Passing on my right I hear a scathing remark.

“Mothers of murderers aren’t allowed to cry.”

The words score themselves onto my soul where the others reside. Each strike of the letters burns deep, and I welcome the scorn as my penance.

Allison

A. M. Wilson XO

 

The Revive Series is on KU

The title says it all, folks.

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Elias, Marlee, Shelby, Sin, DJ, Carly, and the bastard Travis are all headed back into Amazon’s reading subscription service, Kindle Unlimited. Did you know you can try it out for free for 30 days?

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Resurrecting Her,
book 2 in the Revive Series by A. M. Wilson
Genre: Romance-Suspense
 
Marlena Aldrich
 
Travis is still out there. I don’t think I’ll ever be free.
He’s not going to stop until I’m his. Elias and Sin may be protecting me, but
I’ll never be safe. Not with all the secrecy and lies I’ve been told. But I
have a secret of my own this time, and it’s destroying me slowly from the
inside.
 
Elias Brooks
 
I made a mistake by exposing Marlee to my world, but I won’t
stop until I make it right. It’s too late to go back now. She’s mine. I’ll let
her unravel every thread. Disclose every single half-truth until I can breathe
life back into her. What’s done is done. I put her in danger before but never
again.
We made ourselves vulnerable with our carelessness. We’re
both to blame. When the threat comes to our doorstep, will we fight through it
together? Or let it tear us apart?
 

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I left everything behind in order to be free. I should have
known better than to think it would be so easy. All it took was one day at my
new job.
He came for me.
I used a stranger to deter him, and in doing so, realized my
heart began to beat again. Elias Brooks put me back together after Travis
Dawson tore me apart. Travis makes it everybody’s business that I belong to
him, including Elias, but he couldn’t be more wrong.
He’s stalking me.
I’m afraid he’s come back to hurt me again. He promises he’s
not. Travis pleads he’s only trying to keep me safe from none other than Elias.
Who do I trust?
Fate led me down the wrong path before. Who’s to say it
won’t happen again?
 

 
 
 
A.M.
Wilson fell in love with writing in second grade when she won a young writers’
contest. She spent the years following carrying around a spiral notebook, which
she filled with poetry and short stories detailing the dramatics of being a
young girl. When she hit her college years, she set the notebooks down and fell
in love with reading romance novels. She may have attended college four
separate times, in four different fields, but always knew in her heart writing
was her true passion. She grew up in Duluth, Minnesota and spent her summers in
the cold waters of Lake Superior, but relocated to the Twin Cities with the
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Never before seen excerpt of Resurrecting Her!

Hey all. It’s been a while since I’ve updated the ol’ website, so I thought I’d put together a nice little teaser excerpt for Resurrecting Her! Elias, Marlena, Travis, Sin, and Shelby will all be back on your kindles shortly! So until then, I hope this little excerpt holds you over while I’m working tirelessly to get it perfect for all of you. Enjoy!

His strong fingers curl into the waistband of my jeans. With a sharp tug, he yanks them down under my ass and slides them off my legs. Ever so gently, his palms cup the back of my knees, bringing them close to his face for inspection.

“Tore up your fuckin’ legs, baby.”

I try to sit up. “It’s okay, Elias. I wanted to.”

“Tore up your legs. For me.”

I don’t know if it’s the tone of his voice, but something stops my struggle. I give up and slump back down against the couch.

Bending his neck, he brings my knees closer to his face and tenderly brushes his lips against the sore, scraped skin.

“Elias? You okay?” His behavior is frightening me.

He rests his forehead against my thighs. Placing my feet on the floor, he releases my knees. His hands fit into the curve of my waist, and he just sits quietly and breathes against my bare legs.

“Things have been fucked up around here.”

“Elias-ˮ

“Been fighting a lot. Tired. Stressed.”

My heart leaps into my throat. Is he breaking up with me? Oh my god, I think he’s breaking up with me.

“Elias-ˮ

“It’s been really hard trying to make you happy since that fuckwad messed with what we had.”

Had.

Oh, God.

“Elias!”

Suddenly, he sits up, breaking our contact. “We gave it our best, Marlee. We gave it our everything.”

I’m stunned. “I thought things were getting better,” I whisper, pained.

He shakes his head gently, looking away. “We gave it our best.”

A lump forms in my throat. “I don’t know what to say…”

“I do.”

“You do?”

A grin spreads across his handsome face. “April Fool’s.”

 

XOXO Love from The Revive Series gang.

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A SUPER SEXY ANTHOLOGY ABOUT SEXY BAD MEN!

LLOYD ­ ANDREA SMITH & EVA LENOIR (M/M Romance)

My name is Lloyd Ledbetter and I am the best lawyer New York criminals can
buy. My obsession to detail is their saving grace. I’m focused, determined
and one­track minded. Nursing my broken heart for the last few months,
I’ve stayed away from anything that could resemble a relationship.
Until Luke Gunner.
My name is Luke Gunner and I’m the best money launderer criminals can
buy. With an IQ reaching the status of genius, I can practically make money
without breaking a sweat. I’m fun, independent and a lover of life. Settling
down was never a priority especially when I had so many options laid out in
front of me.
Until Lloyd Ledbetter.
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LUCAN ­ KIM BLACK

I am a FBI agent, working undercover within the Petrov Bratva, Russian
mob.
Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also
killed. The Bratva only has use for the best of the best. You must be lethal,
brutal and show no mercy.
For 5 years I’ve played the part of loyal servant. Never bringing awareness
as to my true identity. I am careful.
But one woman could be the downfall to everything I have worked so hard
to accomplish. Can I walk away from everything if it means saving her life?
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DILLON ­ SUSAN WARD

I’m Dillon Warrick.
Ex­Special Forces. I have no memory of what went down on my last
deployment, so when the opportunity came to resign my commission and
sign up for a new gig I jumped on it.
Now I’m the personal bodyguard for the biggest celebrity on the globe and
still living life on the edge.
I’m six feet two inches of blond­haired, blue­eyed Adonis, combat­fit body
and fully loaded weapon.
My best friend, Graham, thinks I’m running too close to the edge and about
to take a fall. And then there’s Rachel, my former high school sweetheart
turned fuck­buddy. As incredible as she is, I can’t commit until I unravel the
mystery of what happened on my final mission.
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WADE ­ SCARLET WOLFE

On the surface, country boy Wade is a reckless partier and a player. The
word relationship is not in his vocabulary. The feeling is mutual for Laney
after being burned by a past relationship. The two meet at a bar, and there
is something neither of them can shake about each other once Laney literally
falls onto Wade’s fit, handsome body.
Wade must repossess Laney’s car, and she continues to be a thorn in his
side as they set out on an adventure together. Can the two of them see past
the surface and bring out the best in one another, or will Wade’s bad habits
send him back home alone?
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MAVERICK ­ KIRSTY­ANN STILL

Some will call me crazy, but it’s simpler than that ­ when you love someone,
walking away is the hardest thing to do.
I’ve done it ­ twice ­ and I refuse to walk away anymore.
I’m Zane Maverick and its third time’s a charm where Amelia Abbiati is
concerned.
This fight isn’t one I’ll lose.
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HOLT ­ A.M. WILSON

My alias is Brixton Holt. Using my real name could get me killed. When the
FBI needed a man undercover, I was the perfect candidate. Unattached and
an all­around badass. Two years of infiltrating the largest sex trafficking ring
in the country, I feel as dirty as the monsters I work for. That is, until she
catches my eye. I call her Brandi. Her real name is no longer significant. She
knows the rules. Nobody leaves unless it’s in a box­­– a shipping crate or a
coffin. My first mistake was following orders. The second? Falling in love.
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JAMISON ­ LENA BLACK

I lived a simple life. I had my own apartment, a successful restaurant I ran
with my sister, and my cat, Prue. I was ignorantly happy.
Until him…
I wasn’t looking for anything beyond a place to hide the night I walked into
Jamison’s tattoo parlor.
By the time I’d left, he’d made an impression on my body…and my mind.
Jamison wasn’t easy to get to know. He wouldn’t let me get close enough to
see who he really was. When he finally did, I was introduced to a world I’d
only ever experienced in movies.
It wasn’t the life he chose. It’s the life he was born into. Leaving it behind
meant there would be causalities…I never realized I’d be one.
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TROY ­ XYLA TURNER

Savannah’s life was on automatic as she still resided in the same sleepy
town she grew up in with the same people and the same situations. Then
she ran across Troy Bennet, the outsider, who didn’t mess around with any
of the townie women. Ever.
Until that fateful day, when she learned that her bedroom cravings were not
foreign to the brooding man and he was willing to follow­through on his
promise.
That was until Savannah found herself in the middle of a shoot­out, only to
learn that the sexy Troy was a hired assassin.
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