#CoverReveal and Q&A with Elizabeth Knox

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When I was assigned the job to find out who exactly orchestrated the hit on Mariana Petran, I jumped at the opportunity. To attack the queen of the clans is an attack against us all. I was to find the man who ordered it – and I did. I also found myself a feisty redhead; something I considered a cherry on top of the sundae as I headed to her hometown to destroy the man responsible for it all.
So, there I was, delivering a bloody and violent end to the scum that betrayed us when the door opens, and in walks my feisty redhead; Natasha.

I came home from a wild night out with the girls and found my uncle bloodied and bruised, with a gun held to the back of his head. The man holding the gun – my boyfriend, Anton.
I never thought that I would be begging for his life – doing anything that I could to save him. But he’s my family. He’s the only link I have left to my mother.
Anton didn’t tell me he was in the Romanian Mob – but I never confessed I was the niece of a head clan member, or anything about my father, but we’ll get to that later.
Anton named his price. I didn’t understand why, what he could possibly find valuable with taking the niece of Clan Constantin – especially when he already had me.
I accepted the terms, the trade. I’d do anything to save my uncle, even if that meant sacrificing myself. Anton promised me that he wouldn’t kill my uncle, like a dumb girl I assumed that meant my uncle would live.
Anton may not have pulled the trigger, but make no mistake – he killed my uncle.
The loving man I’d learned to care about over the past few weeks turned into something feral – I didn’t even know the man I was falling in love with.
I waited for my father, and prayed he would come for me.
They didn’t even know the girl they were taking.
They were clueless.

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Where are you from? Does the area you live in influence you writing?

I’m from good ol’ Baltimore, Maryland. I’d say yes, I get inspired a lot by the scenery that I’m surrounded with.

Tell us your latest news!

Well, I have a few releases coming out over the next few months. My first is Promised, which is debuting on July 24th. On September 30th  I have Redemption (Skulls Renegade MC #2) and then on October 22nd I have Tough As Steele hitting the shelves. I’m also working on a secret project for a new series that I’m developing and I think ya’ll will love it so much!

When and why did you begin writing? What inspired you to write your first book?

Why? That’s such a good question. One day I just got an idea of this killer mob book, this amazing idea – an idea that I’m still trying to perfect before I release it. I got the idea for “Corrupted Love” in June of 2016 and here I am a year later still developing the outline. In that time I’ve released an MC book, titled Reign and I’ve moved onto the Romanian Mob with Promised. The Irish can wait, I’ve got to tell Greer’s story in just the perfect way 😊

What book(s) / author(s) have influenced your life and writing?

Oh lordy, let me just start fangirling now. Sapphire Knight and Audrey Carlan were the two authors who really made me think “you can totally freaking do it” and here I am now, two books down, writing three more currently, and outlining a new series. I’m a BIG fan of Kim Jones, Madeleine Sheehan, Katee Robert, Lauren Blakely, Vi Keeland, Victoria Ashley, JA Huss. Gosh there are so many, I’m probably missing a few but all of these authors have influenced me so much.

Tell us about your characters and how they came to be? Have they been in your head for a long time?

Mariana and Ion came into my head one morning on my commute to my 40-hr a week job. I was like “what if….” And then I pressed that little recorder button on my iphone, went home that night and outlined the entire book and here we are six months later, with that final result. The truth is, my characters are in my head all the time. I don’t think they ever get out. 😉

What motivates you to write?

Myself, my characters, my friends and family, and life experiences. My friends and family are my biggest supporters, always encouraging to do more, to write more. Without them I wouldn’t be where I am at all.

What is the hardest part of writing?

The hardest part? Ugh, that has to be wanting to do my characters justice. I want my readers to feel, really feel what my characters are going through. It’s my goal to tell their story and make it as perfect as I possibly can 😊

Where do you get your ideas?

They literally come to me in dreams, or when I’m doing the silliest things like working out, going to check the mail, my mind is like a hamster on a wheel – constantly running.

What does your family think of your writing?

Hah! I don’t let them read what I write (can you blame me though?) haha! My family knows I’m an author, my sister and mother are the only two who know my pen name. The rest knows, and are extremely proud and always haggling me about getting copies, but so far I’ve kept them in the dark.

What is the best advice you would give to inspiring authors?

Just do it! Just go on your laptop, or grab that pen and write it. Sure people have done it before, or maybe they’ve done something similar but they have not written your story. That’s all on you kid. 😊

What book are you reading now?

I’m reading Whispers and Roars by K.Webster. I really wanted to cleanse my palette with something dark and twisty that showed love in that raw way.

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Ion clenched his jaw tightly like many men did when they were angry. It was something I had seen my own father do. However, he did not respond to me at all. I thought maybe he was holding his tongue because he had nothing to refute what I was saying. Maybe I had finally won one. So, I turned the treadmill back on, beginning to run again as if he was not there. It was easier to do than I expected. That was until I found myself flying off the treadmill, my back landing against the wall.

Ion had lifted me off the treadmill in a split second like I weighed nothing and pinned me to the wall. I could still hear the sound of the treadmill belt spinning fast behind him. My eyes locked with his, and he began to speak to me in a quiet tone, one I was not about to mistake for his calmness. I could tell he was beyond furious at that point. “You will learn to listen to me,” he began.

“and what if I don’t?” I countered back, anger flooding through me. I’d never felt such rage burn inside me before.

He lowered his lips next to my ear, whispering “Ana, do. not. test. me.”

Great, we were both furious. Things were about to get interesting.


“I told you that you would follow all doctor’s orders. That means you will not touch that treadmill or any other piece of equipment in this room until you are fully healed. This room is absolutely off limits to you.”

“So I guess you were telling the fucking truth then,” I snapped in anguish and frustration. “You said my time here wouldn’t be too different from what I had with Jonas. So, what is going to happen next? What is my punishment? Are you going to cut me with a knife, or is burning more your thing?” I stared him dead in the eyes, waiting for a response. I waited, and waited, until I realized that something about what I said shocked him into some kind of silence. Nothing about his stature softened, but he said nothing. At least, not until he grabbed my hip and placed his mouth right up to my ear. I was so stunned that I was unsure how to react to what was happening.

“I will NEVER hurt you,” he whispered clearly, “you are far too precious to me”. My knees went weak at his statement and his closeness. Despite all of the horrors I had seen, I could not deny the man was strong, young, and hot. And now, he was professing some kind of intent to care for me. But I couldn’t let it be so simple. I couldn’t just give in, just in case he was going to be a copycat of Jonas. I didn’t think he would but I…..I have no idea who the man is standing in front of me.

“You cannot promise me that everything will be okay; that nothing will ever happen to me here that will hurt in some way,” I whispered, testing the waters.

“The hell I can’t,” he said, a little louder this time but still close to my ear. “I will promise you the fucking world.”

“Ion….” I mumbled, looking up into his deep emerald green eyes.

“Ana” He responded, he would argue with me. This I knew, I’ve known him since I was a child, but I have no clue of the man he’s become. One thing I’m sure of is that he’s as stubborn as an ox.

“Trust me” Those two words would mean nothing to most, but to me, they were terrifying.

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Elizabeth is a new author who writes suspenseful romance books. She loves the MC and Mob genre, always offering a twist in her work. She was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland and currently still lives in Maryland.

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