Words of Wisdom....from The Scarf Princess: Book Release Blitz for Crow by Erin Trejo (GIVEAWAY)

Friday, June 14, 2019

Book Release Blitz for Crow by Erin Trejo (GIVEAWAY)

Readers will find themselves captivated by this dark and gritty romance set in the MC world, a world inhabited by an unforgettable cast of tarnished heroes and admirable heroines caught in a hard-fought journey to HEA. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Crow by Erin Trejo, a tale with a plus-sized heroine and a hero weighed down by loss, then add this just-released book to your shelves. In honor of this fourth installment in the Soulless Bastards MC So Cal series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a signed print copy of the previous book in this series too!

Four minutes. That's all it took to change my life forever.

I once had a purpose in life. Had a direction.

Four damn minutes changed it all.

I tried to live for my club. I was doing what I needed to do each day.

I was in a bad place when I met Lyric.

She wasn't much better.

Together we found a way to move on.

I found some sort of strength in her and she found safety and love in me.

The only question now is...

Is that enough for me?

EXCERPT:

“What is this?” She sits up and looks down at the shirt in her hands.

“That,” I say pointing at it, “is my shirt. Put it on. You slept in yours,” I remind her. Her eyes jerk to mine, something’s off in them.

“What now? You don’t like my shirt?” I ask playing with her. I hold my hand over my heart to fake emotion.

Lyric shakes her head before looking away. “I get that guys think it’s sexy for the woman to wear his shirt, but that’s when it looks like a dress on her. This won’t fit me.” I sigh and run my hand through my hair.

“It will fit you and you will look sexy as fuck in it. You have to stop downin’ yourself like that, Lyric,” I tell her. My patience with this “I’m fat thing” is wearing thin. I’ve had about all I care to hear about it.

“I’m not, Crow. I’m telling the damn truth. I’m too fat to wear your clothes,” she snaps.

“What size is that goddamn shirt you have on?” I snap back.

“An extra extra large,” she says almost sounding embarrassed.

“Well, what the fuck do you know? So is mine! Put it on or I will do it for you, Lyric,” I demand. She looks up at me with tears in those blue eyes. I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing her face in my hand.

“I get why you feel like you do. I don’t see you like that. I think that you look sexy as hell in whatever the fuck you have on. Don’t compare yourself to others. You aren’t them.” I press a kiss to her forehead before standing and watching her.