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SIGNED COPIES OF TASTING RED UPDATE If you ordered a signed copy of Tasting Red from my shop please know that we just got a proof in, and it’s BEAUTIFUL! Books have been ordered, there is a bit of a shipment delay. Instead of taking 3 weeks for delivery, it will be 4 -5 weeks. If you have any questions or concerns please email teamhellfire@hollyroberds.com |
My what big… teeth you have.
To grandmother’s house I go, though I want nothing to do with magic or my former life. Especially not after being kicked out of the Fairy Fine Arts Academy.
But when I find a dangerous, heavily scarred wolf shifter in my grandma’s bedroom, the fragile human lifestyle I’ve built from scratch is suddenly at stake.
Magic, chaos, and my past is charging at me like a raging ogre on pixie sticks.
My grandma is nowhere to be found, and I’m being hunted.
The big bad wolf is the only one I can trust to protect me until my grandmother resurfaces.
Worst yet, I’m in heat. I’ve told the werewolf “no touchy,” but just my luck, he hasn’t been to obedience school. The longer we’re stuck together, the closer he is to killing me himself, or showing me just how really big and bad he is….
In this spicy, action-packed fairytale retelling, Red Riding Hood is more spicy than sweet, and the Big Bad wants a taste…
AVAILABLE IN KINDLE UNLIMMITED
*** I am still waiting on the paperback cover from my designer, but we anticipate we can get the paperback book Live on Amazon by the middle of next week
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SQUEEE!! We are getting close to release day, and I can’t get wait to share already! So here is Chapter One for you – let’s meet the Big Bad Wolf 😈 |
The Big Bad Wolf
Chapter One: The Favor
“Why did you call me here?” I ask, though I know perfectly well why the grizzled old son of a bitch sent for me. I spin the titanium ring around my forefinger with my thumb.
He frowns under his thick beard, across from me at the wooden table. He pushes a pint of ale over before grabbing his own. I don’t pick up the mug, but the man shrugs and takes a swig.
How did I end up here? For most of my life, I’ve lived on my terms with no consideration for anyone else. Not even the women I sometimes let in my bed. I follow the jobs that bring the most money and that has served me perfectly well until now.
“It’s been a long time, Brexley,” he says.
Nineteen years, if one were counting. And for nineteen years, I’ve felt the ghostly shackle, tying me to someone else. Nearly two-thirds of my life, waiting for the shoe to drop.
“Not long enough,” I say gruffly, finally grabbing the mug and taking a healthy swallow of the stuff. I hate to admit the shit is good. So I don’t.
I’ve done everything I could to be free of social ties. There is no place for me among mage, man, or fae. But today is the day my only marker is called.
I owe one being a favor in this entire world and he has summoned me here to the musty backroom of his tavern. Boxes pile high around the room, surrounding us. He named the joint Sam’s, though his name is Jameson. I never asked who he named it after, and I still won’t ask.
The drizzle kicks up a heavy mist that clings to the windows. The cold seeps its way into my bones despite my knit sweater and leather jacket. On a shitty day like this, I’d normally be at home by the fire with a book. But this old son of a bitch has me by the balls.
“You owe me, Brexley,” Jameson starts, as if he expects a fight.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m aware, you old bastard. Just tell me what you want so we can get this over with.”
His calloused fingers drum on the manilla folder next to him before sliding it over. “I need you to take care of her.”
His tone tells me he doesn’t mean take her out for lunch and shopping. He must have been keeping tabs on me to know what kind of business I’m in now. Or maybe he’s just a sadistic son of a bitch, and I could be a florist and he’d still give me the same mission.
I push the mug away, despite wanting more. Drinking won’t make this problem disappear. But once my only debt is paid, I won’t have anything hanging over me. I’ll truly be free.
I flip the folder open to a picture and a single page of details: name, occupation, home addresses. But I didn’t need any of that info. I instantly recognize the older woman in the photo. I’ve seen her many times—on billboards, commercials, packages of food, enamel pins that people stick on their jackets.
A dry snort escapes me. “You’ve got to be joking.”
The old bastard doesn’t crack a smile, doesn’t move a muscle.
Fuck me.
I run a hand through my already unruly silver hair. “Grandma. You want me to go after Grandma from ‘Grandma’s House?’ The face of the most popular household brand, and one of the most powerful witches known to the world?”
Jameson repeats himself in slow, steady words. “You owe me.” Coiled tension is locked up behind his dark eyes and in the set of his broad shoulders. Blood lust shines out from his face. This is business from his past. But I don’t ask questions, and I’m not about to start now.
I study him, observing how he’s changed since I last saw him. Even more gray strands pepper his black hair and beard. His scowl has only deepened with the years, multiplying the lines at the corners of his eyes. He must be nearing his fifties, but under his flannel shirt vest is a body still packed with the sturdy muscles of a heavyweight boxer.
Once upon a time, I considered this man to be like a father to me. He quickly dispelled me of that notion with an unholy vengeance. He taught me the truth. Dependence is death. Don’t buy into the lie. You don’t need others to survive in this world. It is a gilded lie that ends with getting stabbed in the back.
Or, in my case, a set of claws raked across my face.
But finally, I’m given the opportunity to dissolve my last tie to another being, and this is my chance. As one of the most beloved celebrity icons, this also may be my chance to get killed.
My fingers wrap around the cold handle of the mug, suddenly thirsty. “She won’t be easy to get to. And afterward, I’ll be hunted like an animal.”
His chair creaks with a loud groan as he leans back with a smirk. I’ve already accepted his terms. “Good thing you’re used to it.”
So he does know my business.
I shoot him a cutting look over the edge of the mug as I swallow the rest of the amber liquid.
“After all,” he folds his arms across his chest, “you are the Big Bad Wolf.”
My grin is half-grimace. “And that is very bad news for grandmas right now.”
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Get a little look into my reimagining of Little Red Riding Hood – Tasting Red.
I can tell you already there is going to be piercings, tats, and spice in this retelling!
I pillaged Pinterest for my favorite character inspo pictures, to show you!
| The Big Bad Wolf |
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Brexley Moon has a debt to clear, and that means he has to go on the hunt. But he gets way more than he bargained for when he finds a skinny little college student with Red hair and a target on her back. |
| Little Red |
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Red is trying to get away from her past and the world of magic by attending a human university. But spoiler alert, her old life is going to catch up to her. |
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| Cinder |
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Cinder doesn’t say nearly as much as her style does, but Red counts dearly on her solid, dependable friend. |
| Rap |
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Rap, full name Rapunzel, has shorn her hair and runs the bar, The Poison apple where the girls work for her. She’s a hard no nonsense badass and would do anything for the lost girls who work for her. |
| Goldie |
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Goldie is a bubbly bombshell! She loves boosting her friends and connecting people, but when it comes to her own love connection, she hasn’t found that one who is ‘just right’ for her. |
It’s here! It’s here! What do you think?
Doesn’t this look sinfully delicious?
And fun fact, this is the first cover I haven’t designed myself.
2nd fun fact, I got so into creating sexual tension in this book, I got to the end and forgot to give anyone release 😬😬😬
Oopsie doodle.
But since then, I’ve gone through it like a spicy godmother, sprinkling hottness everywhere.
I blame Emily Mcintire’s book Hooked for inspiring me to get on the fairy tale retelling train. Though there are SO many good ones out right now!
Introducing
My what big… teeth you have.
To grandmother’s house I go, though I want nothing to do with magic or my former life. Especially not after being kicked out of the Fairy Fine Arts Academy.
But when I find a dangerous, heavily scarred wolf shifter in my grandma’s bedroom, the fragile human lifestyle I’ve built from scratch is suddenly at stake.
Magic, chaos, and my past is charging at me like a raging ogre on pixie sticks.
My grandma is nowhere to be found, and I’m being hunted.
The big bad wolf is the only one I can trust to protect me until my grandmother resurfaces.
Worst yet, I’m in heat. I’ve told the werewolf “no touchy,” but just my luck, he hasn’t been to obedience school. The longer we’re stuck together, the closer he is to killing me himself, or showing me just how really big and bad he is….
Another preorder already?! I told you guys I was on top of it this year!
It’s time for Miranda and Xander to have their say… I mean their story!
Preorder for Breaking the Beast is up now! Let’s GOOOOOOOO!!!!!
| COVER COMING SOON (This one is just a place holder for now!) Do you have any idea how hard it is to get some alone time to just read a book? I’ve been too busy dealing with vampires, gods, and supernatural B.S. running amok on the Vegas Strip. But I’m no stranger to duty or kicking ass. That’s the reason I’m the keeper of an ancient fae weapon known as the Blade of Bane. I’ve been summoned by the god of the dead to wield it against the beast he keeps in his basement. But nothing has prepared me for the danger I’m about to meet. While I’ve been in constant physical danger, I can’t remember the last time my heart was at risk. |
TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF THE CLEARANCE SALE
Get your signed books, art prints, sticks, and all other wonderful items for 25% OFF!
ALSO NEW ITEMS HAVE DROPPED:
So I’ve been somewhat quiet on all fronts – except Holly’s Hellions (if you aren’t in my FB fangroup, whaddya doing? Get the hell in here!)
I’ve been wintering and recovering from 2022, but it’s time I reassure you that YES! THERE ARE BOOKS COMING IN 2023!
…I meant for that meant sound excited, but now I realize it sounds like I’m yelling to convince you of something that isn’t true lol
But it is true! I’ve been in deep creative mode and it’s time I share what’s coming in 2023.
First off, I have never been so freaking thrilled as I have this year to have so many readers pop into my DM’s or reader group and say things like.
“Hey! I finished the 3 Vegas Immortals books, where is the 4th book available?”
…..errrrrr
“Holly, when is Xander and Miranda’s book coming out?”
“Where is Timothy and Aaron’s love story?”
“Don’t forget, Marcella needs her own happy ending!”
“What the hell is going on with Bianca and Fallon?
You greedy bastards.
I LOVE IT!
I’ve been playing coy, like whaaa? I don’t know what y’all are talking about…
But I’m a filthy liar.
I know exactly why you keep asking, because I planted all that in your precious little brain, totally planning to come back around and deliver on all of it.
And I’m done teasing you.
So guess what? More Vegas Immortals books are coming atchu in 2023!
But FIRST! Did you know I’ve been writing a spicy Red Riding Retelling. To which my mother heaved a heavy sigh and said, “Oh gawd you are going pair her with the wolf aren’t you?” I simply fist pumped like I was from the Breakfast Club. She loves it…. LOL
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2022 has been one hell of a year for me .
Not only did I move back home to Colorado from New Hampshire (woof but YAAAAAY)
I still managed to write and publish three awesome, spicy books
One Savage Knight
Seduced by Death
One Bad Knight
I played on Tiktok a ton
Had my first book signing in Connecticut
Lost a beloved fur baby (RIP Lil’ P’cakes, most bodacious of rabbits)
but Vegas Immortals became a best selling series!!
Can I tell you that I am SO grateful you let me in your email, and oh my stars, you are even READING THIS! Gah this is the best.
YOU are the best.
And I’d love to know one great thing that happened to or for you in 2022, or maybe a book you read this year that you really loved
