Rogue Alliance by Michelle Bellon
(Free on Amazon Only April 8-9)
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Trying to escape a horrific past, Shyla has immersed herself in life as a tough cop in the bustle of LA. When the case of a lifetime takes her back to her hometown of Redding, she is thrown into a world of organized crime, deceit, and bitter reminders of her childhood.

As Shyla’s path crosses that of Brennan, a troubled sidekick to the ringleader she’s intent on taking down, she discovers he has a past even darker than hers and she is forced to re-evaluate everything she believes about herself, her job, and what she knows about right and wrong.

Can she face the demons of her upbringing and learn to trust again? Her life will depend on it.

About the Author:
Michelle Bellon lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their four children. She loves to travel with her family. She is desperately confused as to why she lives where it rains all the time because she lives for sunny days and blue skies. She drinks coffee until she’s manic and loves to dance.

She married Pablo Bellon in her early twenties and relished her time as a stay-at-home mom for many years before she decided to go to college. She graduated with her nursing degree in 2005. Then when she and her husband decided to have their fourth child she took leave of her medical career to be with the baby. It was during this time that she began writing her first book.

Six months later, she sat back and stared in complete disbelief at the final page of a young adult novel and said, “I think I just wrote a book.” What next? So she set to doing the research on what it took to publish a novel. That’s when she discovered that writing the book was the easy part. Publishing and marketing that book was another beast altogether. She also discovered that her book was somewhat of a mess. It needed a lot of work!

So she immersed herself in the business. She found a writers critique group. She read everything she could on the craft of writing. She went to conferences and listened to the wisdom of authors and editors. She researched on the internet until her eyes felt like they were bleeding. But most of all, she wrote. And wrote. And wrote. Until she began to feel like she might, just might, have a chance at making a name for herself in this tough industry.

In four years she wrote seven books. Three have been published. Four are currently contracted to be published with Pandamoon Publishing. In the summer of 2012, she won the Pinnacle Book Achievement Award for her YA, Embracing You, Embracing Me. Later that same year she won a silver medal award from Wise Bear Media literary contest for her YA, as well as a silver for Rogue Alliance, the first edition.

As a multi-genre author, she writes suspense, romance, women’s fiction, literary fiction, YA, and her latest is crime suspense with paranormal elements.

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Excerpt:​
​“Where did you say you were from?” Shyla asked.
​“I didn’t,” Brennan quipped.
​Her head was tipped up and she squinted into the morning sun as she walked alongside him, keeping up with his brisk pace.
​“Yeah, that’s right. You avoid the question every time. I wonder why that is?”
​He stopped and faced her. “I wonder why you have so many damn questions.”
​Shyla suddenly moved toward him, uncomfortably close. Brennan could breathe her in. He became intoxicated with the scent of female, and sweat. Two opposing urges fought within him—the urge to take a step back, and the urge to step in and close the distance. He resisted both and stood firm.
He looked into her face. Her chin tilted up as she searched his eyes. It took him off guard, when she reached up and touched his cheek.
​“You haven’t shaved. It’s nice. I like it.”
​He could feel the softness of her palm, even through his stubble. She was toying with him. Why, he wasn’t sure. But she was doing a damn fine job of it. Gently he put his hand over hers. They stood and locked gazes. Then, he wrapped his grip around her wrist and gave it a firm squeeze.
​“I’m not someone to play your little games with, Shyla.” The warning was strong in his tone.
​Her expression was wide-eyed and innocent as she took a step back.
​“Well it’s a good thing I’m not playing games then, isn’t it?