IndieWritersReview Welcomes DEBT by Rachel Dunning! (Excerpt Feature and 99c Pre-Order Sale!)

Today I’m very excited that IndieWritersReview welcomes DEBT by Author Rachel Dunning!


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Over 400 Pages
Standalone Novel
New-Adult Romance / Sports Romance

By Rachel

Release Date:
March 2016 

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Debt Collector

I pay my debts, and I
expect others to.
I was raised in the
slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was
seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take
on dad’s debts. I refused.
And I paid for that
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I
know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am
now. A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I
Another debt.
I paid for that one
I knew Kyla Hensley
would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the
falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is
my middle name.


I was brought up in
privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who
buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolled over in the process.
I never knew my
mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in
French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is
my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I
meet guys.
But I wasn’t always
like that.
I’ve had a string of
lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince
Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the
opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the
road for spring break, getting away from the two college psychos and just
trying to have some fun.
But there’s a funny
thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed
to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That’s all it was
supposed to be.
I never expected to
fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply,
madly, uncomfortably
in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And yet…so
unbelievably right.
Content Warning
Not intended for
readers under the age of seventeen.
New-Adult Romance
Sports Romance



Rachel Dunning hit the scene in August 2013 and is the author of
the highly praised Naive
Mistakes Series
, Truthful
Lies Trilogy
, Johnny
and the paranormal romance series, Mind Games.
A prolific writer,
she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have
She’s lived on two
different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her
life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.

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She’ll soften me.

She’ll break me.

But I don’t care.



“Tell me for real,” I say. “Tell me what I didn’t guess about you.”

Logan doesn’t answer, and already I’m regretting the question. I know something hurt him, but who am I to ask him about it so soon? I’m breaking my rule, I want to know him, I want to know everything about him.

He shifts his arm so that my head is no longer resting on it, leans forward.

I did overstep it, but I don’t care. Maybe this is the last time I’ll ever see him again, and I want to get everything I can out of it, not only the sex I’ll demand later.

He looks down at his feet, then at me.

He inhales a deep breath, and then he says something to me that will forever change the way I think about the world. He tells me a story that puts my own life in perspective, and makes me question what I’ve held dear, and what’s really important in life.

He tells me about how he lost his father. And his mother.

And why he fights.

And why he continues to fight. And what he really sees when he’s in that cage, the hate, the fury, the pain.

By the end of it all, my world is shattered, the floor is shaking, I have no stability.

By the end of it, I know one thing, and I know it to my core, my very fiber. And I don’t care if it’s too soon, I believe in intuition, I believe in it more now than ever.

The thing I know is this:

I love this man. I love him irrevocably. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone.

And I know I will lose him.

I know it. More intuition.

But I love his very soul.


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