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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

A brand NEW BOXSET from HJ Bellus & Kathy Coopmans!


When Opposites Collide boxset by HJ Bellus & Kathy Coopmans is live!!!

Available on Kindle Unlimited
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Three full-length novels chalked full of dirty talking, alpha men, and women who fight for what they want. 
Find out what happens when OPPOSITES COLLIDE.


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THE HITCHHIKER
"You can run, but can you hide?"

Life was perfect. 
I was on top of the world winning one case after the other leaving no survivors in the wake of my devastation. They may see a pair of long legs in Louboutin heels, but remember my name when I'm finished with them.

Caitlin Winslow, the best, cut-throat defense lawyer in California. 
I never play to lose. 
It's not in my DNA.
The actions of ethics don't exist in my domain.

Satan, my father, who shaped my life turns up dead. Kill shot to the back of the head in his sleep. The people who murdered him aren't stopping with his death. They're after me.

I ran in the dark of night. Karma that evil bitch meets me step by step and forced me to stick out my thumb on the side of the lonely highway. I'm now the HITCHHIKER begging for redemption.

Oh, how life has a funny way of smacking you in the face.

Katch Sterling storms into my life, and now I'm in his car.
Broody.
Dark.
All-man
My complete opposite.
Who would've thought my world would come full circle on that lonely highway with a hired killer...



BLANK CANVAS
I loved to draw and paint, throwing those spectacular colors across a blank canvas and turning it into something unique. Young, carefree, with the world in the palm of my hands. The options limitless.

My world ended the night the door creaked open. It was their first of many visits. Life as I knew it went blank. It became a survival game and counting my only solace to get through the pain.

It all became too much. I ran into the darkness of the night. That blank canvas long forgotten and incomplete. The ways of the streets became my new home. Drugs and sex my new survival. Until one night, it all went too far.

I was happy to know the pain would finally end; welcomed being murdered in a lonely alley. All of the weight on my shoulders and vicious memories would be forgotten once I took my final breath.

Life hates me, and I didn’t die. A second chance was handed to me, but what happens when I don’t want it?

This time, I have the chance to make my own art. 
One person’s Blank Canvas is another’s Graffiti.



BRICK
My Sin. Her Redemption.

I'm the man your momma warns you about. The one you never want to meet in a dark alley.

I fight and protect me, mine, and my own. Take a bullet for anyone I love. No damn job is too gruesome for me. 
And I’m the most loyal motherf*cker you’ll ever encounter.

I live on the wrong side of the law, and I’m damn proud of it. It's rooted deep in my soul, stems from the scars of my past.

A pool of blood, a lifeless woman, and a missing child lead me into chaos, smack dab in the middle of it.

Why?

To protect what’s mine. Life has never had perfect timing. My sins and her redemptions are about to collide, leaving me changed forever.

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MEET THE AUTHORS:
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shotgunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.


USA Today Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband, Tony. They have two son's Aaron and Shane.
She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer. 
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is "I got this."


Thursday, October 13, 2016

Pinky Promise by HJ Bellus

★★★PINKY PROMISE★★★ October 2016

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Baylor Jones and Stayton (State) Blake Two lost souls raised on the streets. Young children vowing to always protect each other. He was only nine but he was her protector and best friend for years. Even when thrown in foster care he took care of her always like a king to his queen. A silent pinky promise shared between, it was their secret protection to one another. Then one morning he was gone. Leaving Baylor on her own to battle the streets and more importantly life in the Kings all by herself. “I will love you, even if I never see you again.”

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HJ Bellus
USA Today Best Selling Author, HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling.. 


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Monday, August 8, 2016

THE REAL SOCCER MOMS OF BEAVER COUNTY by HJ Bellus and Magan Vernon

THE REAL SOCCER MOMS OF BEAVER COUNTY by HJ Bellus and Magan Vernon

"BALLS OUT!"
Genre: Romantic Comedy

— SYNOPSIS —

Shit gets real when four long lost classmates reunite in their hometown and find themselves on the soccer field as moms.

Old tensions flare up as all the moms are forced to play nice in front of their kids, coaches, and other parents. But these moms are anything but nice. Cut-throat, vindictive, and spiteful color these ladies...

They’re not above sucking a little dick to get ahead in life or chugging a bottle of wine to get through one more damn soccer tournament.

One thing they all have in common?

Nobody or no one screws with their kids! And when that happens the fur, bling, and bleach blonde hair flies.

Is Beaver Falls going to be able to handle the heat these “Soccer Moms” kick up?


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— MEET THE AUTHORS! —
Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.




HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.


Monday, June 20, 2016

DIRTY by HJ Bellus



DIRTY by: HJ Bellus
— SYNOPSIS —

"Wrong Has Never Been So Right”
Survival.

It's all about the next dollar. 

It started out as a job, but has morphed into an addiction. 

Money flows and life is good. 

Women respond to my mere presence, begging for one more taste.

I was the King, on top of the world. 

It was all a game and I expected nothing less than being crowned the champion. 

Then she waltzed into the club. 

And everything became dirty.

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EXCLUSIVE COVER REVEAL

FILTHY by HJ Bellus

Rhett & Darby's Book!
Coming August 2016

 — SYNOPSIS —

It was just a summer fling.

He taught me his bad boy ways.

And now I’m beyond being saved.

At first it was fun, but now it’s an addiction my skin craves.

All sense of reality disappears and there’s no boundaries holding me in.

My name is Darby and this is FILTHY.



— ABOUT THE AUTHOR: HJ BELLUS —

Just a small town girl writing one fairytale at a time.  My heart is happy writing and sharing stories.  I hope you enjoy DIRTY.  

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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

book sale: THE BIG O by HJ Bellus + EXCERPT


THE BIG O by HJ Bellus

Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: The Virgin Diaries, #1 

- SYNOPSIS -

The ocean...October, outdoors, orange... All O's that sneaky damn letter.

I need the O. Crave the O, even dream about the bastard.

My name is Olivia and this is my virgin diary. Yep, at the ripe age of 24 I'm single and O-less. And to top it all off, with a shiny cherry,

I'm a first grade teacher.

Not much hope meeting Prince Charming in my workplace.

I live with my hyper Yorkie and wild imagination. And I despise the letter O.

Follow Olivia Olander in her wild and hysterical journey as she hunts down the elusive O.

She may hate the obscure O now, but Officer Oren O'Brien hasn't lit up her world.

Will Olivia ever learn to love the O or be cursed with its lingering presence the rest of her life?

Find out in the virgin diaries.

- PURCHASE -


- EXCERPT -
The walk seems to have worn out Pedro. He lays perched at the bottom of my bed soaking up the little bit of sunlight streaming through the window. I forgo eating due to nerves and pour a glass of wine after nearly elbow dropping the top of the bottle to get the cork out. Who knew a simple machine was so damn difficult to use?
At first the tartness of the wine makes me shiver but then soon, a sweet spray dances over my tongue.
“Not bad,” I say to myself and down the glass.
The stage is set. A hot bubble bath, a full wine glass, bottle of wine, light mood music, candles, and then…the massive purple plastic cock who is about to give me my first screaming O. I locked Pedro in his kennel because there’s no way I could handle him watching me rub this one out or at least try to.
The water stings my skin as I sink down into the tub. My favorite sweet scent of bubble bath assaults my senses as I melt back into the tub. I sip down another glass of wine, relaxing even more with Norah Jones singing in the background. I was smart enough to keep the bottle in reaching distance for refills.
My fingers can barely wrap around the girth of the vibrator. How in the hell is it supposed to fit inside me? I giggle to myself when I realize I’m holding the damn thing like a microphone near the tip of it.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the virgin diaries starring Olivia Olander who’s currently O-less and in desperate search for The Big O.”
I belly laugh like a crazed idiot after my entertaining stance. I down one more glass of wine and then dial up Scout for one last burst of encouragement.
“Scout,” I purr into the phone.
“Sup, ho-bag?”
“Just floating in the tub, slamming wine, and about to get it on with Tony the Tiger.”
She squeals a tone deafening pitch into the phone before creating any coherent speech. “I’m so proud of you, O. Just make sure to get used to the vibrating speeds before full insertion and once in, set the twirl mode to level three and you’ll be flying high.”
I feel like I should be taking notes instead of nodding and sipping my adult grape juice. The influences of the wine have me fully accepting her advice instead of flushing with embarrassment and running away.
“I think I got this, Scout.”
“Get it, girl.” She laughs into the phone. “How much wine have you pounded?”
“Like only half a bottle, but it’s one of those jumbo ones.”
“You do realize that’s like three bottles in one, right?”
“Is that bad?” I belch before getting out the last word.
“Don’t drink anymore and just get down and dirty.”
A beep sounds on my phone. I pull it away to look at the screen. “Gotta go, Scout, Hot Cop is calling me.”
“O don’t you dare take it.”
“Bye.” I click over to the next call, giddy as a little kid in a candy shop.
“Hello.” I try to purr in my sexiest of sexy voices.
“Hey Olivia.” His rich voice sends shivers down my spine and I swear they land right between my legs. I tingle.
“Everything okay? I swear there were cop carzz everywhere.”
Shit, did I just slur one of my words into the phone? I sit up a bit taller in the water and try to pay attention. The cool air perks my nipples right up.
“All is good, Olivia. There were two different things going down, that’s why there were so many cars everywhere.” He pauses and I hear the cracking slam of a few doors shutting.
“What are you doing?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Just got home and ready to crash, but felt bad the way I left you today.”
“I get it. It’s your job. No worries. I’m not a needy person, Oren.”
“Just trying to be a gentleman to my new non-dating friend.” His voice muffles for a second and then becomes clearer.
“What are you doing now?” I ask.
“Just took my shirt off, getting ready to kick my boots off, and drink a brewski before hitting the hay.”
“So you’re topless?” My nipples stiffen instantly picturing Oren shirtless.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “You interested?”
“Possibly.”
Oh those tingles intensify to a mind numbing state. I can do this. I can really do this with Oren’s voice fueling my desire.
“Picture?”
“Duh,” I promptly reply.
“Give me a second. Oh, and Olivia, we still on for Friday?”
“Fucking A we are.” I slap my hand over my mouth when the bold words fly out. Note to self: less wine.
His deep chuckle vibrates through the phone. “The answer I wanted.”
“Before we say goodbye, give me a second.”
“Okay, I need to whiz real quick.”
Holy shit, he’s about to be holding his big gigantor wiener in his hand. Baby Jesus, don’t let him be packing light.
“Alrighty then, I’ll be right back.”
I set down my cell phone on the edge of the tub and stare down Tony. And then sing “Let’s get it on” to him. It’s the biggest move of my life and I’m about to become a full-fledged woman and if things do ever go further with Oren, I’ll be ready.
His deep voice snaps me out of my hypnotic stare with Tony.
“I’m here,” I holler. I down the remaining wine in my glass grab my phone and then Tony with the other hand. “Thanks for the call tonight, Officer Hot Cop.”
I plunge Tony down into the water, fumbling for the buttons. His edges are a bit more rigid then I remember as I try to softly rub him up and down my clit. It’s the first step to strum my clit-tar.
“Oren, you there?”
It’s silent on his end; boy, he must have a huge bladder or maybe tired out from holding up his monster cock.
“Oren?” I try again while still strumming away and by the way, it’s an awful feeling. Very abrasive indeed.
My phone begins to vibrate in my hand and then furiously twirls while vibrating. I pull my phone from my ear and come face to face with fucking Tony the Tiger. I was talking to a damn vibrator with the tip of the cock to my ear.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, pulling my phone from between my legs, soaked in my favorite scent of bubble bath and dripping water.


- ABOUT THE AUTHOR -
I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.
Live life your way, 
HJ Bellus


Monday, March 21, 2016

The Big O by HJ Bellus + EXCERPT

Live Banner The Big O

“Sexy, sassy, and filled with so much adorable awkwardness you can't help but be Team Olivia from the very first page. One of H.J. Bellus' best to date!”

–JILLIAN @ Read-Love-Blog

big o ecover 
  add to GR12

★SYNOPSIS★

The ocean...October, outdoors, orange... All O's that sneaky damn letter.
I need the O. Crave the O, even dream about the bastard.
My name is Olivia and this is my virgin diary. Yep, at the ripe age of 24 I'm single and O-less. And to top it all off, with a shiny cherry, I'm a first grade teacher.
Not much hope meeting Prince Charming in my workplace.
I live with my hyper Yorkie and wild imagination. And I despise the letter O.
Follow Olivia Olander in her wild and hysterical journey as she hunts down the elusive O.
She may hate the obscure O now, but Officer Oren O'Brien hasn't lit up her world.
Will Olivia ever learn to love the O or be cursed with its lingering presence the rest of her life?
Find out in the virgin diaries.
big o welcome

★PROLOGUE★

Dear Diary,
Sweats, check. An ample supply of new movies for the weekend, check. A box of powder doughnuts, check. Pedro on my lap gnawing on a rawhide. This is it, my life in a nutshell. I’m a loser with a teaching degree and a wild desire to be swept off of my feet by Prince Charming. Not only do I want to be swept off my feet, I want him to pound me into next Tuesday. He needs to ride me like he stole me and toss my V card right out the window.
For now, it’s the damn “Notebook”, junk food, and my dog.
Love, O

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EXCERPT
The walk seems to have worn out Pedro. He lays perched at the bottom of my bed soaking up the little bit of sunlight streaming through the window. I forgo eating due to nerves and pour a glass of wine after nearly elbow dropping the top of the bottle to get the cork out. Who knew a simple machine was so damn difficult to use?
At first the tartness of the wine makes me shiver but then soon, a sweet spray dances over my tongue.
“Not bad,” I say to myself and down the glass.
The stage is set. A hot bubble bath, a full wine glass, bottle of wine, light mood music, candles, and then…the massive purple plastic cock who is about to give me my first screaming O. I locked Pedro in his kennel because there’s no way I could handle him watching me rub this one out or at least try to.
The water stings my skin as I sink down into the tub. My favorite sweet scent of bubble bath assaults my senses as I melt back into the tub. I sip down another glass of wine, relaxing even more with Norah Jones singing in the background. I was smart enough to keep the bottle in reaching distance for refills.
My fingers can barely wrap around the girth of the vibrator. How in the hell is it supposed to fit inside me? I giggle to myself when I realize I’m holding the damn thing like a microphone near the tip of it.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the virgin diaries starring Olivia Olander who’s currently O-less and in desperate search for The Big O.”
Big O Teaser 2.jpgI belly laugh like a crazed idiot after my entertaining stance. I down one more glass of wine and then dial up Scout for one last burst of encouragement.
“Scout,” I purr into the phone.
“Sup, ho-bag?”
“Just floating in the tub, slamming wine, and about to get it on with Tony the Tiger.”
She squeals a tone deafening pitch into the phone before creating any coherent speech. “I’m so proud of you, O. Just make sure to get used to the vibrating speeds before full insertion and once in, set the twirl mode to level three and you’ll be flying high.”
I feel like I should be taking notes instead of nodding and sipping my adult grape juice. The influences of the wine have me fully accepting her advice instead of flushing with embarrassment and running away.
“I think I got this, Scout.”
“Get it, girl.” She laughs into the phone. “How much wine have you pounded?”
“Like only half a bottle, but it’s one of those jumbo ones.”
“You do realize that’s like three bottles in one, right?”
“Is that bad?” I belch before getting out the last word.
“Don’t drink anymore and just get down and dirty.”
A beep sounds on my phone. I pull it away to look at the screen. “Gotta go, Scout, Hot Cop is calling me.”
“O don’t you dare take it.”
“Bye.” I click over to the next call, giddy as a little kid in a candy shop.
“Hello.” I try to purr in my sexiest of sexy voices.
“Hey Olivia.” His rich voice sends shivers down my spine and I swear they land right between my legs. I tingle.
“Everything okay? I swear there were cop carzz everywhere.”
Shit, did I just slur one of my words into the phone? I sit up a bit taller in the water and try to pay attention. The cool air perks my nipples right up.
“All is good, Olivia. There were two different things going down, that’s why there were so many cars everywhere.” He pauses and I hear the cracking slam of a few doors shutting.
“What are you doing?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Just got home and ready to crash, but felt bad the way I left you today.”
Big O Teaser“I get it. It’s your job. No worries. I’m not a needy person, Oren.”
“Just trying to be a gentleman to my new non-dating friend.” His voice muffles for a second and then becomes clearer.
“What are you doing now?” I ask.
“Just took my shirt off, getting ready to kick my boots off, and drink a brewski before hitting the hay.”
“So you’re topless?” My nipples stiffen instantly picturing Oren shirtless.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “You interested?”
“Possibly.”
Oh those tingles intensify to a mind numbing state. I can do this. I can really do this with Oren’s voice fueling my desire.
“Picture?”
“Duh,” I promptly reply.
“Give me a second. Oh, and Olivia, we still on for Friday?”
“Fucking A we are.” I slap my hand over my mouth when the bold words fly out. Note to self: less wine.
His deep chuckle vibrates through the phone. “The answer I wanted.”
“Before we say goodbye, give me a second.”
“Okay, I need to whiz real quick.”
Holy shit, he’s about to be holding his big gigantor wiener in his hand. Baby Jesus, don’t let him be packing light.
“Alrighty then, I’ll be right back.”
I set down my cell phone on the edge of the tub and stare down Tony. And then sing “Let’s get it on” to him. It’s the biggest move of my life and I’m about to become a full-fledged woman and if things do ever go further with Oren, I’ll be ready.
His deep voice snaps me out of my hypnotic stare with Tony.
“I’m here,” I holler. I down the remaining wine in my glass grab my phone and then Tony with the other hand. “Thanks for the call tonight, Officer Hot Cop.”
I plunge Tony down into the water, fumbling for the buttons. His edges are a bit more rigid then I remember as I try to softly rub him up and down my clit. It’s the first step to strum my clit-tar.
“Oren, you there?”
It’s silent on his end; boy, he must have a huge bladder or maybe tired out from holding up his monster cock.
“Oren?” I try again while still strumming away and by the way, it’s an awful feeling. Very abrasive indeed.
My phone begins to vibrate in my hand and then furiously twirls while vibrating. I pull my phone from my ear and come face to face with fucking Tony the Tiger. I was talking to a damn vibrator with the tip of the cock to my ear.
“Oh fuck,” I squeal, pulling my phone from between my legs, soaked in my favorite scent of bubble bath and dripping water.
fart

ABOUT THE AUTHOR★

HeidiJo (1 of 43)-1I am just a simple country girl getting one story out of my head at a time. I was raised in small town, USA and still reside there with my husband and children. I am a huge country music fan and am inspired by it everyday. I live and love country life, and you will find those elements in my books. I also adore strong and brave lead female characters, and strive to be a courageous and independent woman in everyday life. In my opinion, life is no fun without a good sense of humor, sprinkles, cheese whiz, and candy. It is the simple things that warm my heart.

Live life your way,
HJ Bellus
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