A Halloween Gift~ A Glimpse into Mirror Image

Hey Y’All!

Happy Halloween!final_pumpkins

As a treat for this ghoulish holiday, I’m posting a chapter of Mirror Image. At first I wasn’t sure what chapter to post, but I realized Lola, who is one of the characters in the book has a nail file pointed to my throat, screaming, “Me!! Me!! Me!!”  So I gave in.

As a side note before Lola takes over, if you have already read Mirror Image or Forgetting Jane, Please post a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I’d so appreciate it! And if you haven’t already, follow me through social media and sign up for my newsletter to get the latest details on what i’m doing next, giveaways and adventures.


There are graphic contents which isn’t for the faint of heart.

So here’s Lola at her finest!


Prologue / Lola

Las Vegas / Saturday Night

“What the hell did you get me into, Gabby?” I lean over the white oval chipped sink and examine my face. I wipe the trailing tears from my cheeks. Maybe I should have called Max, and then I wouldn’t be in this fucking mess with my sister. I’d be fucking him my way instead.

A buzz begins to sink into my blood. I’m slightly dizzy with adrenalin, drunk on the rising rage filtering through my muscles—my bones. My asshole stings and so do my ass cheeks. I twist my hip, checking the hand welts across my ass.

“Jesus.” Whatever sick notion went through my sister’s head, this wasn’t what I called a great time. As always, Gabby got in way too deep with bullshit situations she couldn’t pull herself out of. This fucked up scenario isn’t any better.

Picking up a douche bag from the strip club for a good time was her first bad choice. Then not far from the motel, they hired a skeezy prostitute to make three, which was the worst idea my sister concocted.

But here I am, saving her sorry ass again. And mine. But protecting my sister is what I live for. My cheek glows red in the rectangular mirror, the handprint across my face fueling the ire that is coursing through my veins like a flash bomb. Bursts of nearly uncontrollable need to rush out of the bathroom and kill the fucker is coiling tight in my gut, ready to strike. He fucked me and sadistically used my sister. He’ll pay. Oh fuck yeah, he’ll pay.

I white knuckle the side of the bowl for control, breathing through the angry haze. If I don’t get control of my shit, this dilemma will be messier than what it already is. With each breath, my heart slows and my rage simmers, knowing what I have to do.

Kill the douche bag and the whore. Retribution is in order and it will be mine. This shit shouldn’t be happening right now. Not when we’re so close to opening our spa retreat, Votre Plaisir, which is my sister’s brilliant but fucked up idea. I chuckle at that axiom. It seems like that is my adage whenever Gabby puts me in these messes and I have to clean up her bullshit.

I’m just glad I sent Gabby away, because she can’t handle the sight of blood. Glancing down at my sore wrists, I examine the red striated marks that run across my pale skin from the nude panty hose Gabby wore earlier that day. My ankles hurt like a bitch too, like thousands of bees swarming at my feet and stinging the shit out of me. Not bothering to look down at them, because it would only enrage me again, I refocus on the welted mark across my face. My ass cheeks aren’t any better.

However, my asshole took most of the punishment. The biting ache will be a reminder that I’m going to feel it for the next several days. But that fuckhead in the next room will bleed for it. And I will make sure he dies seeing me smiling down at him. As for the prostitute…wrong place, wrong time. Dead. I spit into the sink, trying to rid myself of the taste of the briny cum that spurted all over my face and mouth earlier. There is no amount of mouthwash could rinse that funk flavor away.

With a single twist of the dull faucet knob, the water stream comes out hard, fast, and cold. I grab the only washcloth that hangs on the flimsy towel rack and wipe the shit off my face, then gently clean my pussy and ass. After adjusting the red bobbed wig on my head, I tuck loose blonde strands of my hair underneath the webbing and pin it back into place.

I grab my Fendi purse and pull out the long metal-pointed file that sits nicely at the bottom of my bag. Even under the crap bulb in the bathroom, light glints off the striated markings, which fascinates me. This tool—after I made some modifications—if used properly and held firm, will go straight through a jugular. Tried it out with one of Gabby’s old hook-ups.

He died a painful death, while I watched with glee as the life slipped out of his eyes. It was truly remarkable. What’s even more perfect about my tool is that it can also file a nail like nobody’s business. I smile at the image I have in my mind. Happy with the plan, I palm the blunt end of the file and close my fingers around the handle. First the whore. Put her out of her misery before she starts trouble. Then the motherfucker. Shooting one last confident look over my shoulder, I say, “This is for you, Gabby.”

I turn and open the bathroom door. The sickly aroma of cigarette smoke, booze, and sex permeates thick in the air like an oppressive film. I’m sure the matted, dark grey carpet is a Petri dish of sperm, sweat, vomit and whatever shit is growing between the shag. Drawing my attention from my objective is the motel sign blinking between the parted faded, red polyester curtains. What the hell am I doing here? Oh right, I’m going to kill these two.

“It’s about fucking time, bitch. Come over here and suck me off,” he orders in a slight slur. The bottle of tequila in his hand is nearly polished off. He stands by the edge of the queen size bed, swaying.

Jesus Christ, Gabby. At least you should’ve picked a good looking fuck wad. Not this short, nearly balding, Napoleon complex motherfucker. “Get your ass over here. Your daddy doesn’t like waiting.”

How fucking poetic? Not! Gabby and I have daddy issues already. We don’t need another daddy, since our father sexually abused us since we were three years old. Too bad that son-of-a-bitch died of a heart attack when we were fifteen. I would have loved to get my hands on him. Daddy. I’ll show you fucking daddy. His meaty right hand grips the whore’s sweat-slicked blonde hair while she slurps at his dick. I want to gag, but instead I smile wide. If I want to do this swiftly, I have to play.

“Sure thing, Daddy,” I purr without gagging, but my rage is now stoked to a mammoth blaze inside me. I stroll over to him, but the second I’m in his reach, the bastard grabs my arm and yanks me down to my knees. I glance at the slut next to me, who now has the asshole’s balls in her red-lipped mouth.

“Open your mouth and suck me,” he says as he pulls away from the blonde with a pop. “Yes, Daddy.” I open my mouth, but the second he pushes the plump purplish head toward my lips, I tighten my hold of the file and I punch the whore right in the nose, grab her head with both hands, and swiftly twist. Like twisting off a bottle cap, I break the bitch’s neck, letting her drop to the sticky shag.

Without losing a beat, I swing the file upward and lodge it right into his ball sack and yank it out. A riot of screams comes out of his mouth as he grabs his balls. I quickly stand, push him back on the bed, and clamp my hand over his gaping mouth. He tries to move, squirm and buck, but I straddle him and get a few more jabs in with the file to his jugular. I stab and stab until the screeching ceases and the blood pools heavily around his head, seeping into the sheets and mattress.

The haze of blind fury that enveloped me fades as I watch the life drain out of this man. I relish the moment, but it’s short lived. As the calm wedges back into place, I slide off of his lifeless body. Ignoring the wide gape of his mouth, I quickly position the whore so that it looks like they have killed each other. I then slip into the shower, change back into my clothes, and wipe down and remove any remnants of myself and Gabby’s existence from the room.

The final cherry to this fucked up cake is placing the file in the whore’s hand. With one last look around, everything is in place. I sneak out into the Vegas heat, avoiding the traffic camera near the street. I stroll two blocks down to where Gabby was smart enough to park the car, and take off back to the hotel Venetian as though life couldn’t be any sweeter.

Maybe later, I’ll call Max.


I hope Lola didn’t scare you away!

Have a Great Halloween and…



Author Spotlight: Rachael Tamayo

Hey Readers,

I’m doing an author spotlight for my fellow Solstice Author, Rachael Tamayo. Here’s what’s to know about this amazing author and her books.

1504301553542Rachael Tamayo has written Romance, paranormal, and now this best selling author is trying her hand at thrillers. “I’ve discovered that I love writing thrillers and believe I’ve found my genre. I doubt I’ll be returning to contemporary romance anytime soon, but everything I write will always have some element of romance.” When she’s not writing, you can usually find her with her family. Mom of a four year old son and infant daughter, and wife of thirteen years. Her full time profession as a 911/police dispatcher in the Houston area gives her an interesting perspective into people that others might not have. Rachael was born and raised in Southeast Texas, where she lives with her family.

Rachael’s Crazy Love was recently given a 5 star award on Readers Favorite.readers-favorite

Crazy+Love-001I love Emily. I know she loves me too, she just needs me to show her. One day, we will be together forever, I’ll make sure of that. She’s only with this guy she’s been hanging around with to test me, see if I’ll stand true. Emily wants me to fight for her, to see if I can win her. Of course, I will. Once she sees how I’ve been caring for her, all the plans I’ve made,
the lengths I’ve gone totied 1 in order to be with her, she will be so proud of me. If only she would stop pretending so I could stop hiding in her attic.
Reach deep into the mind of mentally ill millionaire, Noah Burell,
as he turns Emily’s world upside down.
**15% of this books proceeds go to www.NAMI.org, the National Alliance on Mental Illness. 
Rachael has a new book coming out this November, called…
Lucifer’s Game


I’ve become obsessed with her.
It wasn’t our intention when we started this, but as soon as I got my hands on her I feared this would happen.
He dragged me here, to stop a child from existing that might bring an end to our reign on Earth. I have my orders from the one that watched as this prophecy was scratched on the scroll. He became the whisper in the ear of Judas, betrayer of Christ, laughing as they hammered the nails into his holy flesh. Satan himself. Of course, we lost that battle, but there is always the next. So, here we go, once again. Lucifer is determined to win this one, and all I’ve come to care about is tearing Cora away from her husband, from him, make her mine. Who I am? You’ve met me, felt me in your very loins. I’m the demon of lust. But you can call me Devin.
Coming November 27th (CyberMonday) burning wings
Preorder starting November 6th
Links to more of Rachael Tamayo
Thanks for stopping by!!
Happy Hump Day!
Smooches th-1

New Release, Blog Post and Edits~Oh My!

Hey Folks,

freak-out-faceIt’s been a crazy here on my end but there are several good news to post.

Go check Cyn Ley’s Blog. I’m a guest author and if you make a comment, I’ll add your name for a free giveaway of a signed copy of Mirror Image, my new release coming out…September 29th. Yes, Tomorrow!

Here’s the link: www.authorcjl.wordpress.com

And Yes, I do have a book coming out tomorrow. It’s a dark romantic thriller~Think CJWarrant_MirrorImage_eCover_2500strippers, twins, killer, cops, Las Vegas, Denver and a whole lot of passion blazing through the pages.  As I said previously, I’m doing a giveaway, in November for a free signed copy of Mirror Image, and maybe I’ll throw in something extra for the fun. I’d love to hear what you have to say!

And finally, I’m working two–yes, I said two different series. One is a paranormal romance and the other is romantic suspense. Don’t know which will come out first, but I promise you it will be either one!

Thursday is nearly over and I have tons more to do as the sun is setting.

Have a great Friday!



Mirror Image Cover Reveal

Hey Everyone,

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but my nose has been neck deep with my next book, which will be a dark romantic suspense series. But that isn’t why I’m here today.

I’m here to do a great big shout out for my next book, Mirror Image, which will be coming out this fall. But first, I want to thank Solstice Publishing for their hard work and dedication.

So here’s a tidbit of what this dark romantic thriller is all about.

Las Vegas stripper, Jazz Connolly is wrongly accused of murder and finds out the killer may be her identical twin. With help from a Denver cop Mike Mitchell—the latest victim’s best friend and her accuser, Jazz uncovers facts about her past, a dark secret twisted with lies, and clues to the killer’s true identity.

When Mike finds Jazz on his doorstep, he can’t resist the temptation and helps her track down details of her past. As they uncover clues, he can’t ignore the potent chemistry between them. In this tangled web of chaos, their passion ignites, but can they learn to trust each other? While the body count grows, they will have to fight back, love hard, and survive in order to learn the truth and expose the real killer.


This is the cover reveal moment, and I’m really excited about it. The Killion Group Inc. did a fantastic job on the cover and I want to share it with you all.

Also, I have a promotion running from August 25th through September 3rd for this awesome cover. Here’s the link: http://www.promotionalbooktours.com/2017/08/mirror-image-by-cj-warrant-cover- reveal-and-contest/

Sign up and win a gift card for Amazon.

Well…Let me know what you think about the cover and I may have an extra surprise in the shadows waiting! You can reach me at:

Website www.cjwarrant.com/contact-cj.html

Fan page www.facebook.com/cjwarrantauthor/

Twitter www.twitter.com/cjwarrant

Instagram www.instagram.com/cjwarrant/

Pinterest www.pinterest.com/cjwarrant/

Tumblr http://cjwarrant.tumblr.com

Goodreads www.goodreads.com/cjwarrant/

Have a fantastic day!!

Great Big Smooches,



RONE Award Nomination for Forgetting Jane

Hey All,

There are some exciting news that I want to shout it out!!

I want to let everyone know that Forgetting Jane has been nominated for RONE Award.th-1 It’s exciting news, but I need your help! To final, I need everyone to go to InD’tale, sign in and vote for Forgetting Jane.

Voting starts MondayApril 24th through 30th. Jane is listed under Paranormal Long. Link is posted:   http://indtale.com/2017-rone-awards



CJWarrent_Forgetting JaneI want to announce that Forgetting Jane in audiobook is live! It’s available at Amazon, Audible and iTunes. Check it out!

Link: https://amzn.com/B01G28ULXE 



I want to thank everyone for your support.



Digging Deep into your Characters

Hey There!

First of all, I want to announce to everyone that Forgetting Jane’s audiobook is available. CJWarrent_Forgetting JaneEither go to Amazon or Audible.  Thank you!

Now, it has been a crazy for while with three/four projects going at the same time. Luckily, I have two done, with one nearly finished and the fourth just getting started.

So, are you asking me how do I keep all my characters in line? Good question!

Well, just to tell you it wasn’t easy for me in the beginning. I’m such a pantser and run a few stories at a time that it took me a while to get a grip on all my characters. But I have found a way.  Like plotters, they plot the story from the beginning to the end. I do the same thing to my characters.

man-164962_1From the time they were born to the point of where the story ends. I write about their family, how they grew up and what made them tick. I get into their looks, their good and bad habits and their hates and loves. Who broke their hearts and what drives them to destruction or success–both being equally important. It helps with the internal conflicts, which links their outer conflicts. I dig deep until I find every piece of my character. Until I know them so well that I have no doubt when I establish them on the pages. For example, my character in Forgetting Jane, Chief Elias McAvoy. He was the biggest pain in my arse to find things out from. However, I kept at him until he opened up and…Wow! Once he did, he ended up to be such a great character.

Some characters are more fiery than others in which takes me more time to understand them and their growth in the story. In every story I always one character that gives me trouble. They would hide until I have to trick them out to get what I want out of them. Yet, I do have to say, once I have them nailed down, the story flows so well. I just need to write faster but that topic is for another blog time.

Without my knowledge of my characters, I feel like i’m stuck in a quick sand with no possibility way of escaping the dreaded corners or those horrible writing boulders that stands in my way. So I feel for me, plotting out my characters are worth the time and effort–even if your a pantser or plotter. There are tons of character plotting sheet available online. Do what is best for you. Maybe it would work for you. It doesn’t take long. Just a few minutes and jot down a few things about your troubled character and see what you can come up with!

Thanks for stopping by!



CJ’s Author Guest Blogger Tour: Leah Hamrick

Hey There!

This is the final week for the Guest Blogger Week. Today, I would like to introduce you all FOMPto the talented Leah Hamrick, author of        Frost on My Pillow- The Fire Bringer Series. So without delay…Leah take it away!


Hello, everyone!

My name is Leah Hamrick, and I’m the author of Frost on my Pillow, numerous short stories of all genres…amongst other unpublished novels that I have yet to grace the world with.    (He-he)

I live in Michigan with my husband, daughter, and plethora or turtles, fish, and a spoiled tree frog named Sticky.

I decided to start writing one day because I was bored… yes, I had nothing better to do than sit at the computer all day and tyw off of this nonsense that was spilling out of my little mind.

Well, I’m going to tell you about my novel, Frost on my Pillow, book one of the Fire Bringer series.

LylaThe story is about a girl named Lyla Hall,l who lives an abusive life in her home, the Summer Solstice. Everyone in her little town is blessed with the ability to use Fire. After she gets beat for the last time by her stupid step-dad, she makes a run for it, leaving her home, the only place she has ever known, behind. She then finds herself in the real world, Toledo Ohio. A young man named Rylan finds her, and takes her into his home for her safety. When she starts school, she finds a book about her kind in her new school’s library, and she steals it. When she finally gets around to reading it, she discovers that her necklace holds the power to end the world if fallen into the wrong hands.

When she meets Ethan Killman, an Ice Bringer, things are going to change… forever. Demons start harassing them, and they will stop at nothing to get the necklace and the power it holds.

When secrets from the ones she loves comes out, nothing will ever be the same again. I know that is a bad description, but me trying to explain something? Yeah, right. You’d get a better explanation from a dog watching you throw away that cheese wrapper… I mean, I am so bad at descriptions that it’s a struggle for me to even get a blurb put together that even tells the reader half of what they will be reading… Okay, I’ve taken up enough of your time… maybe you will join Lyla and Ethan in their adventures…?

Thank you♥

Thank you, Leah for stopping by and sharing.

And thank you to all my readers. Have a fabulous week! Until next time.

Smooches th-1