Kirjahaku

I found my stillness, my space between breaths, when I was a kid. The answer is simple. If it hurts, I pour music on it.After years of hard work, it's finally happening. Tragic has a number one album and we've gone from being discussed as one hit wonders to hearing words like meteoric mentioned alongside our name. With two tours planned and another album on its way, we have a lot to look forward to. Playing in a different city every night, the shimmer and roar of the crowd, after parties and endless women.My lifelong dream is in the palm of my hand until one phone call leaves everything hanging in the balance.

Frat Hell.That's how the whole neighborhood refers to the apartment where I live with three other college students. It's a bit judgmental, considering the neighborhood we live in is more like a zoo than an apartment complex, but not inaccurate. If you put that many young guys together, things are bound to be interesting. I still maintain that the giant water guns filled with poison ivy water were not my idea.January Dixon.She's the girl I've lusted after for years. A smart mouth and sharp tongue surrounded by soft beauty and a body I'd give up an organ just to touch. An important organ, like a kidney, not one of those lame ones like a gallbladder. It's a tricky situation since she lives right down the street, and dating a neighbor generally isn't a good idea. But this is Violent Circle, where normal may as well be a dirty word. Thanks to an impromptu fashion show where I tossed all self-respect aside and strutted my stuff in full bondage gear in front of our small town, she now owes me a date.And I plan to collect.

Everyone knows the rumors about Violet Circle and the crazy inhabitants, but becoming a resident was my best option. These are the kind of decisions you're faced with when you have a baby at eighteen, and your knight in shining armor turns out to be a deadbeat dad in saggy boxers.Don't get me wrong, my five-year-old son, Aiden, is the love of my life, even when he's telling random strangers I'm constipated, or lecturing his preschool friends on the differences in their anatomy. I wouldn't trade him for anything, but raising him as a single parent while cleaning motel rooms for a living is like walking a balance beam made of sand. One wrong slip, and we're homeless.It doesn't take us long to adjust to our new home with all its eccentric people, and Aiden is happy here, but danger lurks right across the street. Not in the apartment of the odd woman who always wears a floppy sun hat and trench coat, or the crazy apartment full of college kids. I wish it were that simple.Neal Chambers, the single father who is ten years my senior, sets off alarms in my head. Mainly because he sets off other things in my panties.

Mr. Rogers did not prepare me for the people in my neighborhood. A cut in financial aid for college and a lot of bad luck have landed me not only on Violent Circle, but in the apartment known as Frat Hell.I can handle myself, so living with three guys isn't a problem. Even the madhouse disguised as a low income neighborhood isn't an issue. The trouble is Denton, the man with the mischievous grin in the room across from mine.I can resist the lean, muscled body. I'm stronger than the quick smile and adorable dimple. But his kindness, that may be the straw that breaks the vagina's crack.I just need to keep my head down and my legs together while I focus on making my dream of owning my own tattoo shop a reality.*This is book four in a series, but can be read as a standalone novel. Book one is Scarlet Toys, which is Free.

Living on Violet Circle, a place that's less of a neighborhood and more of an insane asylum poured into the street, I thought I was prepared for anything. After you've seen a woman strip down at the laundry room to wash the clothes she's wearing, then saunter across the street naked, you've seen it all, right?How na ve I was.After the factory closed, leaving me and a good portion of the town unemployed, I took a job managing Scarlet Toys. I knew it wouldn't be a typical work environment, selling adult toys in a town more uptight than a constipated nun, but some things you just never see coming.Like the protesters covered in poison ivy, screaming about smut peddlers.Or a dancing dinosaur named Fappy.Or the allure of the man standing in the center of all the chaos.Wyatt Lawson, a six foot, four inch heap of muscle with a quick smile, ignited my interest in more than the available manager position. Like the missionary one. Or the rodeo. Maybe the side rider. What can I say? I'm an overachiever.Let's just hope he doesn't scare easily.