Thursday, October 4, 2018

Book Spotlight on Warrior (Forgotten Rebels MC) by Beth D. Carter #MCromance #contemporary @BethDCarter

Thank you so much for hosting me today! Warrior is book four in the Forgotten Rebels MC, and features Church Farlander, the twin sister of Cherry (the heroine in book three Take Aim and Reload). Ever since I started writing about them, I was fascinated with Church. Her history was one of bitterness, pain and anger. I loved how opposite the twins were and because there was so much darkness in Church’s background, I knew I had to deal with that with lightness. I hope you enjoy reading about Church and Darrell as much as I enjoyed writing about them!

Tell us about the characters.
Although this book is about the romance between Church and Darrell, there are several secondary characters that are just important. In the beginning, Church lives in self-imposed isolation, and it’s the people around her that keeps dragging her into the MC family. It’s her worst nightmare, and yet, it’s also her salvation.

Was there as specific part of the story that you absolutely loved writing as well as not enjoyed writing?

My favorite part of book is an old biker named Joe-Joe. He’s got a warped sense of humor (based on my own, of course) so I loved running with the one-liner jokes.
The hardest part of writing (any story) is the day-to-day routine of the characters. It’s more exciting writing the action, adventure and the romance.    

What other projects are you working on at the moment? 

My next WIP is actually a short story featuring one of the characters in this book! After that, I plan to work on a paranormal ménage romance story.

Although Church is a twin, she’s always felt isolated from her sister, Cherry.  Taking over the mechanic garage across the street from The Forgotten Rebels MC ensures that she’s never alone, even though her haunted past makes it difficult for her to trust another person.

Darrell McBryde lost his leg on active duty, changing not only his life but his mind on the clubs drug running business. Taking a stance against it, however, has put him at odds with the other members. In a world he once knew, suddenly he’s a stranger.

Both outcasts, Church and Darrell forge a tight friendship, one that eventually shifts into something deeper. But just as she’s about to reach out to take a chance, tragedy strikes, testing Church’s faith that love and happiness are hers for the taking.


           He couldn’t run or hide, all he knew was he’d spend his last breath defending the woman under him.  And if the enemy came at them, he’d be the first one to end her life in an last ditch effort to spare her the agony and humiliation that the fucking terrorists would inflict.
            “Darrell!” she screamed.
            He tightened his hold.
            “Darrell! It’s okay! We’re safe.  We are both safe.  Please, come back to me, Darrell. Open your eyes.”
            Slowly, her words penetrated through the blackened upheaval his mind had trapped him in, the fog hesitantly lifting.  He blinked and her face came into focus. The desert faded from the peripheral of his vision until her concerned blue eyes became the center point of his world.
            “You’re safe, Darrell,” she murmured, cupping his cheek.  “We’re both safe.”
            He took a deep breath and eased the death-grip he had on her arms.  It was only then that he realized he lay half on her, and that he squished her body into the corner of the driver’s seat.
            “Jesus,” he muttered, immediately letting go.  He pushed back, horrified to see red marks on her arms where he’d held her.  “I…I…oh fuck. I’m so sorry.”
            She shook her head. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were protecting me, weren’t you? From the insurgents.”
            Jerkily, he nodded his head and ran a hand over his face.  He shook, not from fear, but from the nightmare that still lingered in his mind.
            “A tire blew,” she continued. “That’s all.”
            He looked out the window and saw they were on the shoulder of Highway Sixty.  “Tires don’t blow without a reason.”
            “I know,” she said.  “I think I hit a large rock.”
            Doubt lingered with him, but his emotions were too fucked up for him to think clearly.  “I would never hurt you, Church.”
            “I know. You didn’t hurt me, Darrell. I get the difference. Believe me, I do know how to tell between the two.”
            He cradled his head with his hands and slumped over. He hadn’t had a nightmare or a reaction this strong in quite a while.  In fact, he thought he’d moved past the fear of loud noises. His shrink had certainly thought so. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
            “It’s okay, Darrell,” she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve got your back, too.”
            He took the moment to not only get a grip on his erratic thoughts and heartbeat, but to savor Church’s brand of comfort. Her touching him was a big deal, and he knew that.  He may not know the reason why she shunned the touch of another, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The place where her hand rested caused a bolt of lightning to shoot straight to his groin, proving that his dick definitely wasn’t broken. He knew he’d always had a reaction to her nearness, but he had never anticipated such a visceral response. He shifted, uncomfortable with the thought that he couldn’t keep his cock under control, and unfortunately his shifting caused her hand to lower away from his shoulder.


I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate high-rollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
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