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As you can see from the banner above, Bennett Mafia is LIVE! It's also in Kindle Unlimited, so if you use that program, you can grab it for free. 

A reminder if you haven't seen any of my postings on social media, but here's the blurb. 

BLURB:

There were always whispers about my roommate at Hillcrest Academy. 

The wealthiest of the wealthy sent their kids to our boarding school, and Brooke Bennett had been at the top, though I never quite knew why. She was fun and outgoing, but she kept quiet about her family. The only things she showed me were photographs of her brothers. 

I became fascinated with her second-oldest brother. Kai Bennett. 

He was the most of them all. Smoldering. Hypnotic. Alluring. 
Kai had eyes that pulled me in and a face that haunted my dreams. 

Then I met him. 

He came to our school with their father, and that’s when I learned what kind of family Brooke came from. They were mafia, and Brooke’s oldest brother was dead. Her father said accident, but Brooke said murder. 

Three months later, her father died, and Kai became the head of the Bennett Family. Brooke left Hillcrest for good, and that was the last time I saw her. 

Fourteen years later, I’m staring at her face on the television. Brooke is missing. 

Two days later, Kai Bennett kidnaps me. 

** a 120k full-length standalone (Not connected or related to any other of my books. Totally brand new!) 

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I know, I know. You'll have to 'suffer' through it, but seriously- it's a PARTY! Come and join and participate. To be honest, I only know what I have planned. I'm not sure what all the bloggers and bookstagrammers will be doing, but I have no doubt they'll be coming in to have some fun with everyone!! 

Thursday. March 7th. My audiogroup. Be there. 

Where the party will be!

BENNETT MAFIA TEASER

I sagged toward the door, wanting to open it and step out. He was seductive without trying to be seductive.
My hand shook as I opened the door, and there he was. My stomach jumped to my sternum. My heart picked up its pace.
He wore only sweatpants, the waistband hanging low. I couldn’t help myself. I took in every single muscle of his chest and stomach. Even his hips were defined. He straightened from where he’d been leaning against the doorframe and his eyes darkened, turning completely black as he looked me over too.
I became self-conscious in only a T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs I’d found in his closet. I’d changed before crawling in bed after breakfast.
I was wearing his clothes, with no bra.
His gaze settled on my chest. I felt my breasts hardening.
“Tanner told me you didn’t kill the others,” I blurted, needing to think of something else, change the mood. “Is that true?”
It worked.
Kai’s eyes whipped to mine, and though he didn’t move, I felt him pulling away. A wall slid between us.
His face hardened. “Yes. Your friends are alive."

Excerpt From: Tijan. “Bennett Mafia.” 

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I asked in the reader group for ideas to put in the newsletter and one thing I kept getting was updates! I had grand ideas to do updates for all of my books...then realized how much work that was! lol! BUT I did post two general updates for Carter Reed and Cole and the Fallen Crest Series. If you have not read the books, do not click the links because there will be spoilers. This is your warning. It's not much, but it's a little something. 

Carter Reed and Cole Update
Fallen Crest Update

A general writing update on me! 

Oh boy. I know people are excited for Nate's book and also Crew 2, but I have to break the sad news that both books are getting pushed back. Not much time, but maybe one or two months. I am getting to them as fast as I can, but I've had some major events happen in my personal life AND I am working on a secret project (like...a 3 book secret project) so you can take from that what you want! I'm still planning on publishing Crew 2, my football sneak peek, and maybe one more book this year. So stay tuned and I hope you all trust me that sometimes I have to make hard decisions to ensure I bring you guys the best quality books I can deliver!! 

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LASTLY! 

I'll be reopening my signed paperback form in the summer sometime. I'm supposed to be moving so I'll either open briefly to sell the books still in my house or I'll wait and do a huge haul once I'm settled. 

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This is it! Thank you all! I hope you enjoyed this newsletter. 

 

-- Tijan 

Wait. Kidding. 

Here's a small sneak peek at my current WIP, and yes-- it's a secret one that no one knew about UNTIL NOW!! 

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It was like the Camp Gods decided to answer me because as I was about to call out again, the front doors opened behind me.

I turned, almost expecting to hear church choirs singing as whoever these camper gods entered the premises.

A lone guy wearing a business suit was there.

That was it.

One.

One?! Are you kidding me?

But nope. I was getting ahead of myself. He moved forward, a tired look on his face, a bag thrown over his shoulder, and two more guys in business suits came behind him.

I was used to having wealthy campers before. Freedom catered to them, and the random celebrity had been known to rent out the whole place before, so I was used to seeing nice things. Nice clothes. Nice shoes. Nice bags.

These three guys--they were the definition of nice.

Their faces were man-scaped. Clean. Their flash of teeth I saw were white. Their eyes weren’t jaded, but they were worldly. Or maybe that was just the feel I was getting from them. There was an air of authority and confidence, not arrogant, but strong. They were sure of themselves, so sure that I moved back a step.

These guys were known, whoever they were.

Custom-tailored suits. Italian shoes. Their bags, I didn’t recognize the brand, but wealthy people used them. There was a look to them. The first guy was normal height, but trim. The two behind him were giants.

And then all the air was sucked out of the room. It started spinning.

The first guy looked at the office door, at me, and pointed. “That’s where I go?”

“Argucham,” came out of my mouth.

I didn’t recognize the language myself. Maybe it was something international, or maybe it was a future alien language, because that’s how I played it off. I smiled, blinked, and nodded as I felt like I was about make a crash landing on the floor.

He frowned briefly, but went to the office. A soft tap, and he opened it, stepping inside.

The two other giants went with him. Neither spared me another look.

Why would they? Because the reason I started speaking Alien was the same time I recognized one of those giants. He was a former NBA All-star, was on the All-NBA team, on the All-Defensive Team, and won six NBA championships.

He. Was. A. Legend.

And I couldn’t breathe.

I was hyperventilating.

Winston Duty, retired six years ago, but was now an assistant coach for the Seattle Thunder.

Oh.

My.

God.

The Seattle Thunder.

I was wheezing.

I bent over, my hands at my hips, and I couldn’t get any air out. I was panicking and pissing myself from excitement all at the same time. And I was about to pass out.

“Charlie!” Hadley hissed my name from behind, and I tried to turn around. I really did.

She was probably motioning for me to get to safety. Hide and die. That was it, but I couldn’t. My knees were melting. My feet were already in a puddle. I was sure that really was pee dripping down my legs.

This was my dream come true, if I’d live to relish it.

A hand wrapped around my arm, and I was jerked backwards. I clutched at whoever’s arm it was and raised my head. I was pretty sure that was the back of Owen’s head. He pulled me into the kitchen’s office and I was shoved down to the chair, my head forced between my knees and Hadley was kneeling in front of me.

“Breathe, Charlie. Breathe.” She patted me on the back.

I couldn’t. I kept shaking my head, pointing past them and out the door. Did they not know who was out there? No. The joke was on me. They did.

The Seattle Thunder. Reese Forster. My favorite all-time team and player.

Those were his coaches. If they were here, it meant one thing.

I was so unbelievably stupid.

The Seattle Thunder was having their training program here. HERE! AND I WAS HERE TOO!

All the fangirling, fanatical fan, obsessive stalker inside of me was freaking the fuck out.

Aliens. I talked like an alien, and I still was. “Whobegodan ham--” I was trying to blubber to Hadley and Owen about who was out there, but they didn’t need to understand. They were snickering at me. They were laughing.

I darted forward, knocking my hand against the back of Owen’s knee as he turned for a moment. He went down, but caught himself, shaking his head at me.

See. That was the old Charlie. I did annoying stuff like that when we were young, but it was payback this time.

I half-glared, half-tried to keep breathing. Nostrils, open on my command.

“You fuckers.” I half-growled too.

... stay tuned! 

 

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