I don't do 'normal'.I've found that the more I write, the more I like being different to other authors. I write in first person, and I love to challenge a reader.I take the normal and switch it around.For me, I really enjoy getting a reaction from a reader. So if I can evoke an emotion (regardless of if it's the emotion the reader wants) then I figure that I've done my job as an author I want to be.I really quite revel in taking people out of their comfort zones and pushing them to read something different.My genre of writing is, well quite frankly, where ever my mind goes. I won't label myself because I don't like sticking to one genre.My goal with writing is just to take people away from whatever is going on in their lives, even if it's only for a split second.I'm a go with the flow sort of person and don't really take a course of action to get where I am going. I live in the moment and don't usually worry about tomorrow because whatever life is due to bring me, I'll be happy to accept.I love my family and friends and will help anyway I can if someone needs it. I really don't like people that are nasty just because they can be, I don't believe that's necessary, I mean life's hard enough as it is!I hope you enjoy my books, I've had a hoot writing them. There's more to come.....Til next time.M xx
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RELEASE DATE: September 3rd
Jaeger Dalton wants the land that was promised to him.Phoenix Ward isn’t about to let anyone take Freedom Run away from her.He’ll protect what’s his.She’ll protect what’s hers.Jaeger is an arrogant ass, but he wants nothing more than Phoenix.Phoenix is stubborn and headstrong, and she wants Jaeger out of her life.Her father lost the family farm to gambling debts, but Jaeger isn’t the only one who has a claim to the property.Sometimes it’s best to let things go.But sometimes it’s better to fight until the very end.
***RECOMMENDED FOR 18+ - STAND ALONE***
Raw, bloody, and uncensored, Grit is everything I expect from Margaret McHeyzer. There are just a few authors I know of that can spin a tale of the lives of motorcycle club members and still have them remain human, charming, and people to root for despite their uncontainable violence and unconventional lifestyle. In short, she's got a gift.
When the book opened, I had a bit of trouble guessing which main character was in the scene. It was only after I'd gone a few more pages when I realized that it was Jaeger's character speaking and I was totally appalled at what kind of life he had been forced to live.
Pheonix was a surprise, although I did guess that was her in the fight scene. How they got together, however, was something I didn't expect. Gotta love a woman who knows her way around a shotgun, I tell you. Her pigheadedness gets her into trouble but she can own up to her mistakes and tries to make up for them.
The only thing they both can't understand is why they're attracted to each other. While Nix is convinced her brain is malfunctioning, J is well on the way to calling his feelings an addiction. Can't help but adore this couple.
Although J is much wanting in the gentleman area, there is no doubt that what he feels for Nix is real and he'd risk everything for her. This to me is what makes a relationship work; he didn't even need to prove it to show her what he feels and it shines through. That she'd do the same for him speaks volumes as well.
With its alternating POVs, there was no problem finding out what was in Jaeger's and Pheonix's heads. I especially loved being able to root around in Jaeger's brain. This is truly a man who grew up in the streets, with no luxury of manners, concern for feelings, or filters. He speaks both his minds, both the main one and the appendage's. There were times I thought he loved his second head more than his primary one!
Grit, as Margaret McHeyzer wrote it, is a story that shows there's more to life than what you're initially given. Sometimes you just have to make your own way and find it out.
Sarge walks into the kitchen and looks between the coffee all over the fridge door, the smashed porcelain on the ground and me, chuckling.
“That went well,” he says and lets his own laughter rip from his lips. “Heard her shrieking like a banshee out in the yard.”
“She wants to go home.” I rub my hands over my eyes and try to relax, but knowing she’s pissed isn’t great for me.”
“Women are different,” Sarge says with a shrug.
“Tell me about it.”
“Sometimes it’s best to shut the fuck up and not fight ‘em.” Sarge sits in the chair that Nix was sitting in.
“You pussy-whipped?” I ask as I feel my eyebrows draw together in question.
“Hmmm.” He reverts back to normal Sarge. “Women wanna be told what to do, but you need to make it look like it’s their idea.”
“That’s fucked. She should just do what I say and be happy with it.”
Sarge shakes his head. “She’s right, you’re a dick.”