Our August BestStellar is…
The Charitable Bastard by Jessica McCrory!IMG_0526





RDB4Norah McNamara thought she had found the perfect man. Sure, he had his anger issues, but given his charity work, she believed Clayton Matthews’s good qualities far outweighed the bad. What she didn’t count on however was the secret life he lived behind the scenes of his generous organization.
Harley Andrews is damn good at his job. An ex-cop turned private enforcer, Harley is brought in to investigate Clayton Matthews, instead Harley finds himself putting everything on the line to protect the bastards beautiful fiancé.
After an unforeseen attack during one of Clayton’s charity banquets, Harley throws himself into a spray of bullets to protect Norah. And as Norah finds herself thrown into Clayton’s dark world, she discovers she has only one man to count on, and it’s not her fiancé. Because as it turns out, Clayton Matthews was quite The Charitable Bastard.

**Contains Adult Situations and Some Violence**IMG_0527


“You’re a coward,” Harley growled at Zach.

“No, I’m just smart. His people are everywhere, Harley. I can’t take a damn piss without it being reported. Why do you think everything went down the way it did, huh? I’ll tell you why. Tom wanted you. You were fired. Shit, I bet the bastard who smacked your mom around was hired to do so for the simple fact you’d go after him. You are a pawn in a much bigger game, my friend.”

“So tell me again what it is you want me to do? Go in after them and bring the entire organization crumbling to its knees all with what, my optimism?”

“I want you to do what you do best, Harley. Find the evidence and bring it to me.”

“And Norah?”

Zach rubbed his hand over his graying hair. “I honestly am not sure what you’re expecting there. I hope you get to her in time, Harley, I really do, but this is all so much bigger than her.”

“Nothing is more important than her,” Harley growled.

Zach leaned back in his seat. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re in love with her. That certainly changes things, doesn’t it?”

“Then we understand each other. Now let me the fuck out of here, Zach. And then I will help you.” He refused to budge. Every second was one more that she could be hurting. “Its nonnegotiable, Zach. Get me out, and once I have her I will answer all of your questions.”

“You’re saying I should trust you.”

“I want these bastards dead, Zach. Dead or in prison. You have my word I will help you.”

“All right.” Zach stood. “But you’re on your own. We have to keep quiet about this. We still don’t know who is working with Clayton.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic. Let’s go.” He started towards the door, but Zach put his hand on Harley’s chest to stop him.

“Not that easy. But I do have a plan. The men in the hall are all mine and have taken a coffee break because I’m in here. You can go out through the parking garage. Keys are in my front pocket. But you’re going to have to hit me, make it look good.”

“Not a damn problem.” Harley reared back and Zach shook his head.

“Not yet, sound’s still down for a minute, but cameras are back on in five, four, three, two, one.” Zach nodded and Harley slammed his fist into Zach’s arrogant face.

“Damn, Harley!”

“You told me to make it look good,” Harley whispered as he bent and retrieved Zach’s keys and service weapon. “Thanks, Zach. I’ll do what I can,” he whispered again.

“You fucking better after that sucker punch,” Zach muttered as Harley stood.

© 2017 Jessica McCroryIMG_0528

About the AuthorI was born in California and moved to Texas with my family when I was a teenager.  I have always been an avid reader and have been writing stories since I was a kid! It has always been a dream of mine to have my stories published and it is beyond exciting to see that dream coming true!

I have a caffeine addiction, I am a wine (red!!) lover (my favorite being Crush by Dreaming Tree!) and I love T-shirts (the kind with the hilarious sayings on them).  I have an amazing husband who is more supportive than I could have ever hoped for, two sweet kiddos (who keep my life wonderfully eventful), a dog, and a rabbit.

Growing up, reading was my way to escape reality whether it was good or bad at the time and I want my stories to offer readers the same kind of adventure I have sought out in between the covers of a book.


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