Book Review : Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl, #1) by Sawyer Bennett

Sugar Daddy

Sugar Bowl, #1
by Sawyer Bennett

Release Date:
May 24th, 2016

Genres:
Contemporary
Romance
Suspense

Publisher:
Loveswept

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Synopsis:

Seduction has never been so sweet! The New York Times bestselling author of the Cold Fury series—Alex, Garrett, Zack, and Ryker—returns with the first novel in a hot new trilogy. 

Sela Halstead lost her innocence in a way that no sixteen-year-old should ever have to endure. She’s spent years trying to forget that night even while wondering about the identities of the monsters who brutalized her—until a telltale tattoo flashes across Sela’s TV screen. The incriminating ink belongs to Jonathon Townsend, the millionaire founder of The Sugar Bowl, a website that matches rich older men with impressionable young women. Obsessed with revenge, Sela infiltrates Townsend’s world, only to come face-to-face with a tantalizing complication: Beckett North, his charismatic business partner. 

The tech mastermind behind The Sugar Bowl, Beck always gets what he wants, in business and in bed. And yet, for a man who’s done every dirty thing imaginable, there’s something about the naïve, fresh-faced Sela that sparks his hottest fantasies. Because with her, it’s not just about sex. Beck opens up to her in ways he never has with other girls. So why does he get the feeling that she’s hiding something? In a world of pleasure and power, the shocking truth could turn them against each other—or bind them forever. 

Note: Sugar Daddy ends on a cliffhanger. Sela and Beck’s story continues in Sugar Rush and Sugar Free!

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Lindy's Thoughts:

Sawyer Bennett is an author that guarantees her readers a good story.  I automatically read a book when I see her name on it.  Sugar Daddy is somewhat different than the other stories that she has written.  Whereas her other stories are strictly contemporary romance, this story adds a ton of suspense and has you biting your nails, as you wait to see how everything will unfold.

In Sugar Daddy, we meet the main character, Sela Halstead.  She has trouble in her relationships as far as intimacy is concerned.  Sela cannot find pleasure in physical acts, due to the fact that her innocence was taken when she was violently gang raped at the age of sixteen.  When Sela see's one of the men that raped her on a television commercial, the thought for vengeance begins to take root. 

The man that took her innocence and forever ruined her chances at true intimacy is Jonathan "JT" Townsend.  He is now a successful multi-millionaire and the co-owner of The Sugar Bowl, a matchmaking service that puts older well-off "Sugar Daddies" with "Sugar Babies," young and beautiful women interested in men with money.    

Sela gives herself a complete make-over and signs herself up to be a "Sugar Baby."  However, instead of attracting the attentions of J.T., Sela attracts his business partner, Beckett North.  The plot thickens, when Sela makes the decision to use Beckett as a means to learn more about J.T.  However, plans go awry when Sela see's what a good man Beckett is, and begins to fall in love with him....

Sugar Daddy had me on the edge of my seat, especially at the end!  Wow, what a cliffhanger!  The way Ms. Bennett ended the story was excruciating, and has me dying to read the next installment.  While Sugar Daddy is very different from Ms. Bennett's previous books, it is no less entertaining, sensual, and tantalizing!  What a great read!!!

Rating:

I give, Sugar Daddy, by Sawyer Bennett, 4 Seductive Revenge, Sexual Awakening, Falling in Love, Tough Decision Filled Stars!  I am eagerly anticipating the next story in the Sugar Bowl Series, Sugar Rush!  This series promises to be fantastic, if I am to base it on this first book!  For readers who love a great romantic suspense, filled with erotica, and entertaining characters, check out Sugar Daddy!

About the Author:

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released more than 30 books and has been featured on both the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists on multiple occasions. 

A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. 

Sawyer likes her Bloody Mary’s strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or a combination of the two.

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Excerpt Reveal : Filthy English (English, #2) by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Filthy English

English, #2
by Ilsa Madden-Mills

Release Date:
July 11th, 2016

Genres:
New Adult
Contemporary
Romance

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Synopsis:

A smokin’ hot British player… 

A jilted girl… 

One night of mistaken identity… 

Two weeks before her wedding, Remi Montague’s fiancé drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University. 

She didn't plan on attending a masquerade party. 

She sure didn’t plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years ago—the devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos. 

Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London. 

But that’s damn hard to do when you live in the same house…  

One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime. 

*A modern love story inspired by Romeo and Juliet*

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Chapter 1:

Remi

Plain and simple, this night sucked. Sadly, it was my honeymoon. I sighed heavily and gazed around Masquerade, an intimately lit London nightclub where everyone wore black domino masks, some elaborate and some plain, to hide their identity. A few die-hards even sported dark clothing with long, loose cloaks. Not me though. I’d gone modern with a slinky little number and three-inch heels, putting my height at nearly six feet. Yep, I’m the giant in the blue dress, towering over every girl and some guys at the bar. My top teeth dug into my bottom lip as I gazed around the smoky club, my eyes bouncing off random faces. Even in a room full of party people, music, and strobe lights, I was lonely. My groom was missing. That’s right. Hartford Wilcox, Jr., aka Mr. Nice Guy at Whitman University in North Carolina, had jilted me two weeks before the big wedding day as we had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, Mario’s. And now here I was—on my honeymoon and getting trashed with my best friend Lulu who’d decided to skip her beach vacation and come with me at the last minute. She poked me with her finger as we sat in front of the heavy wooden bar of the club. “Hey, Earth to Remi, get that glazed look out of your eyes and order a drink already. I’m thirsty.” She fluffed her pixie-cut pink hair and straightened her black tutu, eyes scoping out the club. “Dang, the men in here are hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch,” she said in her honeyed southern drawl. I half-heartedly agreed, not really caring, more intent on scanning the bottles behind the bar. “I want tequila,” I murmured. “A whole bottle.” Her face snapped back to me and her green eyes widened. “Uh-uh. No way. I know what happens when you drink that crap. You either eat a ton of tacos and puke, or you wrap yourself around some cocky bastard with a well-developed tush.” True. I did love a tight muscular ass. But I wouldn’t get one tonight. A short laugh burst out of me, one of those I’m-miserable-but-pretending-to- be-okay-laughs that I’d been doing a lot of lately. For the past two weeks, I’d vacillated between a sobbing mess and an angry woman who became so incensed that “fuck” was the only word that seemed appropriate in any given situation. Going to the post office to mail he dumped me, but thank you anyway cards. Fuck. Going to the wedding venue and not getting the ten thousand dollar deposit back. Fuck. Realizing I was homeless fall semester—which was in two weeks—fuck. Listening to my mother tell me it was my fault. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The bartender delivered my bottle and poured me a shot. I sucked the tequila down while Lulu watched me warily. It tasted like bad decisions and gasoline, but tonight was about forgetting. The sooner the better. A few minutes later, Lulu went out to dance with a British guy she’d been making eyes at. I sat glumly at the bar, fiddling with my diamond tennis bracelet, rubbing it like rosary beads. I needed to forget Hartford, and according to Lulu, that meant hooking up with someone. Was she right? Fate answered in the form of a beautiful man—and by beautiful I mean drop-dead sexy with a backside so delectable and muscular my mouth plopped open. I snapped my lips shut and adjusted my velvet half-mask—the annoying feathery plumes on the sides kept sticking to my red lipstick—and turned ever so slightly to check him out, not wanting to appear obvious. He slid into the seat next to me, tall and broad with rippling shoulders and a massive frame. I checked my appearance in a mirror behind the bar, mentally analyzing the odds of a girl like me snagging a hottie like him. Although no one had ever called me beautiful, I did have two—okay, maybe three—things going for me in the looks department. My shiny, golden-brown hair that hung down in waves to my shoulders, my fluffy “pillow lips” as Lulu described them, and lastly, I had an itsy bitsy space between my two front teeth which were otherwise white and perfect. Lulu claimed the gap lent me an exotic look, like Madonna or Sookie Stackhouse. Whatever. I was a True Blood fan. I went with it. He shifted on the stool, leaning closer to me. His cologne swirled in the air, the smell of expensive Scotch and musk mingling together to create a heady, slightly dangerous scent. I paused, goosebumps rising on my bare arms. The spicy whiff triggered a distant memory just out of reach. As slyly as I could, I studied his profile from top to bottom. Like me he wore a black mask, although his was more masculine, not hiding his chiseled, movie star jawline. His lips were carnal and luscious, the bottom more plump than the top with a slight indentation in the middle. As I watched, his tongue swept out and caressed it, his top teeth biting it as if he were deep in thought. He raked a hand through his dark, longish messy hair, held it suspended above his head for a few seconds and then released it, letting it swish back into its tousled yet perfect place. I tore my eyes away. Something about him sent loud warning bells ringing in every atom of my body. Danger, danger. Don’t touch that. But my gaze would not be denied as I took in the tight black shirt and sculpted chest that was obviously used to the inside of a gym, right down to an arm that looked like it could snap a board in half—or me. Nice biceps, Mr. Beautiful. The pièce de résistance was the vivid blue and orange dragonfly tattoo displayed on his left arm. It was larger than my hand and took up most of his bicep. My eyes traced the contours of the design from the papery wings to the multi-faceted eyes. A bold black color outlined the insect, giving it a masculine feel. Gorgeous. True Religion jeans stretched down long legs and ended in a pair of black Converse without socks, giving him a boyish quality that was in direct contrast to the crazy-sexy-bad-boy vibe he had going on. Him tonight? Maybe. He was the polar opposite of Hartford who was blond, lean, and tattoo-free. I nibbled on my fingernail. How do I get him to notice little ol' me? Just then a redhead with fluffy Farrah Fawcett hair strode up to his stool, bold as brass, wearing a tight, white mini-skirt that barely covered her booty. She brought with her the smell of sweet, cloying perfume, the kind I always got spritzed with at the mall. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, casually rubbed her finger down his arm and struck up a conversation. Her fake, black lashes—which she’d somehow managed to get outside the eyeholes of her mask—batted. She puffed out her well-developed chest. He smiled back at her with a wicked grin, his relaxed body language telling me he was confident when it came to women. She whispered in his ear, boobs right in his face, but whatever he said back wasn’t what she wanted to hear because a few ticks later, she crossed her arms, glared at me, and stalked away. I blinked. What had I done? Then he turned and pointed his devastating smile at me. Shit, he’d made eye contact—as much as you could with a claustrophobic mask on. But wait… Was he crazy? Because if he’d turned down her flirtation, I didn’t have a shot. I didn’t know how to do the fingers-tip-toeing-up-his-arm-thing and sexy hair flicking. I didn’t know a thing about applying fake eyelashes. I didn’t know how to make my breasts sit up that high. I looked away from him and took another shot, feeling anxious and strangely off-kilter. Mr. Beautiful ordered a drink from the bartender, his British accent smooth as silk as it washed over me. I froze. I almost knew that voice—deep with soft rounded vowels that made you tingle in your lady parts. What was it about this guy that had me all jacked up and hot for him? Hello, tequila, my inner voice said. But it was more than that. Getting brave, I pivoted on my barstool, and found Mr. Beautiful’s eyes on me once more, searching my face. As if he too recognized the pull between us. My heart played hopscotch, jumping against my chest. My skin prickled. I shivered. Did I know him? It clicked. Dax Blay? It was his voice, the same deep quality, the kind of voice that made you want to hop into his bed and ride him like a cowgirl. My breath hitched, and I swallowed down the emotion that zipped up my spine whenever I thought of him. He was my one mistake, the time I’d tossed inhibitions and carefully laid plans aside and went with my instincts, only to have them tossed back in my face. But the man next to me wasn’t Dax. Thank God. Last spring at the campus-wide end of the year fraternity party with Hartford, I’d seen Dax, and he’d had shorter hair, like always, and zero tattoos. Yeah. No way. Plus, last I heard, he was in Raleigh where his father lived. Yet… Dax was British. He could have family here. Maybe he got a tattoo? Nah. I mean, what were the odds of us both being at the same club on the same night in a country where neither of us lived? I tore my eyes off Mr. Beautiful and waved at a bartender for more limes, but somehow my tennis bracelet snagged on the bodice of my dress, leaving my wrist dangling like a wet dishrag in a most inappropriate place. I wiggled my arm. Jiggled it. Even went so far as to jerk, but it wouldn’t separate. Sweat popped out on my forehead. Holding my breath, I twisted and tugged the bracelet, forcing the delicate material in my bodice to stretch beyond normal limits. “Well, hell,” I breathed, pausing to assess. Skin-tight with a plunging neckline, the dress was mostly a stretchy fabric held together by sequined straps and a zipper on the side. Slated as part of my honeymoon wardrobe, it was a Tory Burch and had cost four hundred dollars, the most I’d ever paid for a fun outfit, and no way did I want to damage it. I might have to return it to rent an apartment at Whitman. Lulu. I needed Lulu. She was a whiz with wardrobe malfunctions. I spun around on the barstool and used my free hand to wave at her, but she was slinging herself around dancing, having a great time and completely oblivious. I resorted to flapping both hands at her, one high and one low. Several people waved back with baffled expressions, but Lulu didn’t notice. Dammit. I groaned and slumped down in my seat, ready to scream. Now what? Go to the bathroom and repair it there? Good plan. But the club tilted when I stood, the strobe lights making me squint as they flashed in my face. I wobbled in my leopard print heels—that Lulu had insisted I wear—and grabbed the stool to keep my balance. ` I sucked in a breath to gather myself, but I couldn’t think straight. The room spun, and I was suddenly queasy, and why did I slam all that tequila, and oh my god, my wrist is currently attached to my tit like a T. rex arm. I had to get out of here before someone noticed what an idiot I was. Trying to be stealth like, I reached across the bar to get my beaded clutch, but because it was my left hand and not my right that I used most of the time, I got off balance and stumbled—and my ankle folded in on itself. I yelped as my shoe catapulted off my foot and vaulted off toward the dance floor, while I fell forward, straight into Mr. Beautiful’s lap. 

Filthy English (unedited excerpt) 
Copyright Ilsa Madden-Mills

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VERY BAD THINGS 
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 VERY WICKED BEGINNINGS 
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About the Author:

New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap. 

She's addicted to all things fantasy, including unicorns and sword-wielding heroes in books. Other fascinations include frothy coffee beverages, dark chocolate, Instagram, Ian Somerhalder (seriously hot), astronomy (she's a Gemini), Sephora make-up, and tattoos. 

She has a degree in English and a Master's in Education. When she's not pecking away on her computer, she shops for cool magnets, paints old furniture, and eats her weight in sushi. 

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Book Review: Derision by Trisha Wolfe

Title: Derision

Author: Trisha Wolfe

Genre: Dark Romance Standalone 

 Release Date: May 24, 2016

Blurb

Here at Lark and Gannet, you’ll work directly under the partners, being groomed by the most powerful, all-male partnership to handle an exclusive clientele. While within The Firm, your level of training goes deeper, requiring more…varied tasks, which you’re obligated to perform to your Master’s pleasing.

Are you nervous? You should be. Chase Larkin has chosen you to be his submissive.

Alexis Wilde, will you submit?

All I wanted was to save my brother. Something my parents failed to do—and then, I failed him also. As an introvert, getting ahead in the cutthroat law firm required a level of ego stroking I didn’t possess, and that meant my talents were overlooked. Until Chase Larkin noticed me.

My erotic fantasy come to life, Chase is all powerful, all man, all dominant. In one night, he changed my life irrevocably. Now I’m ruined, destined to crave him forever. His scent. His taste. His brutal touch…

If I never followed him to his office that night, then none of this would’ve happened. A serial rapist on the prowl. Our lives in jeopardy. And only a moment—one pivotal moment—to decide our fate. His life or mine.

*This is a full length, standalone dark romance with an antihero that may trigger uncomfortable feelings for the reader. The court proceedings are centered around a rape case. Although there is no onscreen rape in this book, there are instances of rough sex and violent debasement for the main character.

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Derision by Trisha Wolfe was a tantalizing read to say the least.  It goes deeply in to the dark desires of the world of S & M, as well as giving us a storyline that takes place in a law firm dealing with the case of an accused rapist.

The main character, Alexis Wilde, is working as an intern in the office of Lark and Gannet.  She is very meek, and others tend to walk all over her.  Alexis is attracted to one of the partners of the law firm, Chase Lark.  Little does she know, but she has captured his attention, and he can't stop the growing obsession that she has sparked in him. 

Chase is a dominant, and when he observes Alexis, he realizes that she is a true submissive; something that is rare and priceless in his world.  His business partners end up putting Chase into a position where he is forced to claim her, or else risk one of them taking the woman he desires.

When Alexis gets pulled into Chase's orbit, she has no idea what she has gotten herself in to.  Chase teaches her about S & M, and is able to give her all that she could ever need.  However, a dark cloud hangs over their shoulders, and neither could have anticipated that danger was right in their path....

Derision hooked me at the beginning when Alexis found herself in peril, and all I could do was wonder how she had gotten in the present position, and who was responsible for her sadistic torture.  This story was quite the page turner, and I was in suspense the whole way through!

At the beginning, Chase's preference for Alexis' humiliation bothered me and took me out of my comfort zone.  I didn't think that I was going to like him very much.  However, as he grew to truly care about and then love Alexis, and changed his tactics; I ended up caring about him.  While Alexis appeared weak at the beginning, Ms. Wolfe, did an excellent job of showing us how she could be submissive and strong, meek and powerful.  

The dynamic in S & M was very informative, entertaining, and interesting.  This story ended in such a way, that it closed some major plot points, while leaving room for a sequel.  I certainly hope that Ms. Wolfe continues Alexis and Chase's story.

My Rating

I give, Derision, by Trisha Wolfe, 4 Pleasurable Pain, Domination & Submission, Shattered Barriers, Deceit and Danger Filled Stars!     

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Cover Reveal : Torn (A Wicked Saga, #2) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

The highly anticipated second book in #1 New York Times Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout's Wicked Trilogy has a cover! The amazing TORN cover was created by Sarah Hansen from Okay Creations with photography by Kelsey Kukal-Keeton from K Keeton designs. Check it out below! TORN is set to release July 19th. Be sure to grab the first book in the series, WICKED, which is on sale for $.99 for a limited time!

      

TORN Synopsis:

Torn between duty and survival, nothing can be the same.

Everything Ivy Morgan thought she knew has been turned on its head. After being betrayed and then nearly killed by the Prince of the Fae, she’s left bruised and devastated—and with an earth-shattering secret that she must keep at all costs. And if the Order finds out her secret, they’ll kill her.

Then there’s Ren Owens, the sexy, tattooed Elite member of the Order who has been sharing Ivy’s bed and claiming her heart. Their chemistry is smoking hot, but Ivy knows that Ren has always valued his duty to the Order above all else—he could never touch her if he knew the truth. That is, if he let her live at all. Yet how can she live with herself if she lies to him?

But as the Fae Prince begins to close in on Ivy, intent on permanently opening the gates to the Otherworld, Ivy is running out of options. If she doesn’t figure out who she can trust—and fast—it’s not only her heart that will be torn apart, but civilization itself.

Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans…

Don’t miss the first title in the series, WICKED, now just $.99 for a limited time only!

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#1 New York Times and #1 International Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV. Her young adult romantic suspense novel DON’T LOOK BACK was a 2014 nominated Best in Young Adult Fiction by YALSA. She also writes Adult and New Adult contemporary and paranormal romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.    

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Release Day Blitz : Into the Nothing (Broken Outlaw, #1) by BT Urruela

Into the Nothing

Broken Outlaw, #1
by BT Urruela

Release Date:
June 21, 2016

Genres:
Contemporary
Romance

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Synopsis:

Xander Evans has been on the road for many years. Never settling. Always moving from one place to another, unable to let go of his past. He lived a tragic childhood, spending most of those years in foster care. He's never felt like he's had a home. That is until he stops in the small town of Truman Valley, Missouri, where he meets a woman who will change everything he's ever known. 

Paige Watson has it all. A loving family, beautiful home, and a great career. The only thing she's missing....is love. After escaping an abusive relationship, she opens her heart up to a stranger. He is unlike any man she's ever met. He came into her life and turned it completely upside down. Everything is perfect. That is, until one fateful night.  

A night that would tear the Watson family apart, never to be put back together again.  

A night that would send Xander away to prison for life.

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"He was over here for like five hours last night drinking and talking with Dad. You think I like him? My dad's in love. And the way he didn’t hesitate to put Benji in his place, I just think Dad’s got a good feeling about him." 

"Shit, I've got a good feeling about him too... and it's in my panties." She laughs and motions toward her crotch. "If I had been working and saw him do that to Benji's fat ass, I would've let him fuck me right on top of the bar…and I would’ve let everyone watch." 
"Brandi!" 

"I'm serious. Fuck it!” 

"You're ridiculous." 

"Paige, don't tell me you didn't notice that anaconda stuffed into his jeans?" 

"What?! What the fuck are you talking about? Anaconda? I wasn't looking at his damn jeans." I laugh, finding it hard to not to love this girl who has become like a sister to me. She's the craziest bitch I know, but she's got my back no matter what. She's had it since day one. 

"Why wouldn’t you look at his jeans? That’s where his dick is!”

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BT Urruela was an infantryman in the US Army from August 2004 until February 2011. At the end of a year long tour to Baghdad, Iraq, his vehicle was hit by two roadside bombs, which took his right leg below the knee and the life of his commander. He was awarded a Purple Heart for his wounds, an Army Commendation Medal, and Combat Infantryman's Badge. He medically retired from the Army in 2011 and moved to Tampa, FL where he currently works as a Director and Brand Ambassador for VETSports, a veteran community sports nonprofit he co-founded in 2012. He also conducts motivational speeches, works as a cover and fitness model and he's a personal performance trainer. He co-wrote the military romance novel A Lover's Lament and will be releasing his debut solo novel, Into the Nothing, on June 21st, 2016. 

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