Blog Tour – Saving Dallas and Making The Cut by Kim Jones – Promo, Alternate POV, Bonus Scene, Playlists and Giveaway


Saving Dallas #1



When the self-righteous, millionaire bachelorette, Dallas Knox walks into Hattiesburg’s largest night club she is looking for one thing – a one night stand with no strings attached. What she doesn’t expect is to find herself at the mercy of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club and their President-Luke Carmical.

Luke is dangerous, sexy, and dark. The life he lives is far different from the privileged life Dallas is accustomed to.

Can she accept the lifestyle of an MC?

Can she handle the domineering nature of Luke?

Or is it too late to save Dallas from the path she has chosen…



I stood in the doorway, helpless as the woman that I had devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I wouldn’t be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand.

Breathe Luke.


The last thing I needed was to harm a part of myself in a way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back together.

“Luke.” I heard her whisper in her sleep. I knew a nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would.

I sat down my now cold coffee on the night stand and climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devil’s Renegades patch would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt Dallas’ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand.

“Please.” I heard Dallas cry as her body started to convulse into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” I turned her to me and buried her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut at what I knew was to come.
Loud, blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her.

“Dallas. Wake up, baby. You are safe. No one can hurt you anymore.” I had said the words so many times, but each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink, and since I couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldn’t go by herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around the kitchen to service her every need.


Pain reliever.

More water.

Another round of tears, as her need for me sunk in.

Apologies from her.

Apologies from me.

Reassurances from her.

Reassurances from me.


Back to bed.

As I carried her down the hall and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong, independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldn’t even take a piss on her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die, and the pleasure was gonna be all mine.

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Making The Cut #2



She went searching for a one night stand and ended up falling in love with Luke Carmical, President of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club. Now she must decide how to handle the aftermath of Frankie’s brutal assault and the knowledge that Luke has been lying to her- about everything. Secrets are revealed and more lies exposed as Dallas Knox, CEO of Knox Companies, becomes more involved in the MC. She wonders if this life is enough for her, if this family is really what she wants. When circumstances present her with an unusual twist of fate, Dallas knows without a doubt, that this is the family she has longed for. New problems occur, traumatic events take place and lives hang in the balance as Dallas has to decide what is really most important in life.

The journey is long.

The outcome is uncertain.

Can she make the cut?



“Now, put this on and I’ll come back to check on you in about fifteen minutes. I know it hurts, but remember to take deep breaths.” I eyed the tits in front of my face as my sweet nurse, Ashton coached me through my breathing treatments. I had no idea what her face looked like, because I couldn’t take my eyes off of her chest. Even through the pale, blue scrubs she wore, I knew she had to be at least a D cup. I was such a pig. I nodded my head in her direction and mentally prepared myself for the pain that was sure to come. I took my first deep breath as the warm steam engulfed my face. Sweat formed on my head as I endured the pain while air filled my lungs. I gripped the sheet beneath me and let anger take the place of pain as the memories of what happened filled my head.

Dallas’ house was dark. The only light came from the starry sky above and the flaming cherry at the end of my cigarette. I hated to see her drive home in the state she was in, but I was not in any position to do anything about it. I was still prospecting and I had to follow orders as they were given to me. I knew Luke loved her, but there seemed to be a lot of shit going on that I wasn’t aware of. I flicked the cherry from the end of my cigarette and placed the butt in the pocket of my cut as I had been taught to do. Never leave anything with your DNA anywhere. Even something as simple as throwing down a cigarette could get your ass charged with something you didn’t do. My head snapped up as I heard the rumble of bikes in the distance. I checked my phone to see if maybe Luke had texted telling me he was on his way. Nothing. I dialed his number and the sound of fear in his voice gave me a chill. I knew what he was going through. No felling was worse than that of knowing the one you loved was in danger. I jumped on my bike and headed towards the sound of the approaching bikes.

I was pulled out of my daydream when the door to my room opened and Luke walked in with Dallas on his heels. Damn, she was beautiful. Even in a simple shirt and jeans, she took my breath away. I wish I would have found her before Luke. Fuck, he was a lucky man. I held my hand up to her asking silently for her to give me a minute while I finished the treatment that would probably kill me before it saved me. I watched as her big, green eyes took in my battered body and I knew that she blamed herself. I watched as she pulled the big shirt Luke handed her over her head and inhaled his scent. Her eyes closed and it was as if just the smell of him pleased her. What I would give to be loved by a woman like that. I had that once. I inhaled deeper letting the thoughts of my deceased love be replaced with the excruciating pain of my lungs expanding.

Ashton appeared suddenly. For the first time, I actually noticed her pretty face and sparkling blue eyes. I checked her hand for a ring as she spoke to me and decided that I would get her number before I left. It would be nice to have some female company for once. I loved my brothers, but there was only so much male sweat, stench and ego a man could take.

“If yall need anything just hit the call button.” Ashton shot me a smile then left the room.

“I should have said I needed a sponge bath.” I said, mostly to myself. I looked over to see Dallas’ eyes filled with tears as she sat next to me.

“I’m so sorry.” She said, her tears now flowing down her pretty face. My heart seemed to take a nose dive as I watched her struggle to keep her composure. How in the hell did Luke handle her tears? Hell, she wasn’t even mine and she was killing me.

“Don’t.” I said, letting my big hand cover hers. I heard Luke say something about giving us a minute, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers. She needed to know this wasn’t her fault. “I want to tell you a story,” I said, holding her hand. I watched as she nodded her head, wiping her face on her sleeves. “When I was twenty-three, I met this girl. She was beautiful, smart, kind, sweet… Everything I would want in a woman. I was nothing but a thug. I worked in a mechanic shop and hustled a little on the side, but she loved me. She was my good. My better. She deserved a life of happiness, one that I couldn’t give to her. I knew I would never be more than what I am, a man with grease on his best jeans and a Harley. I never thought to ask her what she wanted. I just pushed her away, assuming what I was doing was best for her. I broke her heart.” I hated talking about her. I hated the way it made me feel. Thinking of her put me in a dark place and that was not somewhere I needed to be right now, but Dallas needed me to share this with her. I was the only way to make her understand that this was in no way her fault. “What I done was selfish and un-fair. I should have asked her what she wanted.  See, material items didn’t matter to her. She deserved a life of happiness and she had it, with me. No one could love her like I loved her. She came looking for me. She was hurt and scared and confused as to why I just stopped answering her calls and hanging around. I use to hustle on Friday nights in a bad area of town and out of desperation she went there looking for me. She was shot, twice in the chest by a group of gang bangers who mistook her for someone else. I have re-worked the scene a million times in my head wondering what-if.  I asked God every day to give me an opportunity to make it up and he did when he gave me you. He gave me a chance to save someone to make up for the life that was lost on my behalf.”  I smiled. Remembering that Dallas was just as much my saving grace as I was hers. “Dallas, I should be thanking you. You saved me. I know that things are not where they should be with you and Luke, but don’t make the same mistake I did. When God gives you an opportunity, embrace it. He loves you, Dallas. Let him.” As the realization of my words sunk in, I saw that the internal fight Dallas had going on was won in Luke’s favor. If she didn’t let him love her before, she most definitely would now.

“Thank you.” She said to me, leaning over and kissing my head. I inhaled her sweet scent and let it take me away for just a moment.

“PROSECT!” Leave it to Luke to fuck up a good moment. I looked over at him to see that fucking smirk I hated so much as he stood in the doorway. “I will be happy to add another year if you don’t get your hands off my girl.”


“I couldn’t help it, Pres. She’s beautiful.”  I said honestly.

“That, she is.” Damn Luke and his lucky ass.

“Okay, enough with all this sappy shit. What are you, a pig?  Look at this place” I watched as Dallas began cleaning my nasty ass room and couldn’t help but laugh. Big mistake. I held my side, trying hard to control my mouth from cussing and my eyes from crying.

“You okay?” Dallas asked running to my side. 

“Stop babying him. You’ll turn him into a pussy,” Fucking Tiny. 

“Pussy? Did someone say pussy?” Fucking Buck.

“Quit talking about pussy,” Fucking Crash. I hated them all. “I haven’t had any in a week.” 

“Is that why you were holding hands with my girl?” Luke asked. I looked up confused as Crash looked like he wanted to die. My fists clenched at my sides at the thought of Crash putting his hands on Dallas. “I mean, if you think you can compete, then by all means.”  I had never wanted to slap my President, until this moment. I knew what kind of dog Crash was. “Babe. I’m just kidding.” Luke said to Dallas. I looked to see her glaring at him and the thought made me happier than it should have. Dallas began adjusting my pillows and I almost sacrificed her to Crash myself. 

“You need to rest,” She said, leaning down to whisper quietly in my ear. 

“Okay, guys,” She announced to the room that immediately grew quiet at the sound of her voice. “Marty has had a long day. I think we should let him rest.” Lord, please tell me she did not just say that. I looked to Luke pleadingly. Maybe he would just take this one on the chin and not let his pride get in the way. We wouldn’t thing any less of him.

“Well, y’all heard the lady. Let’s give Marty some time to rest. Buck, you and Crash stay close. No further than the lobby.” 

I sighed in relief as my brothers took turns hugging me and telling me goodbye. Dallas hugged me, promising she would see me tomorrow and I wanted to kick myself at how much I anticipated her arrival. I assured her that I was fine and would see her tomorrow. Without warning, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I felt the blood rush to my face. I, PROSPECT MARTY, had just been embarrassed by a five foot four woman.

“I love you, brother. I’ll see you later,” Luke said, hugging me. 

“I love you too, brother.” There was no shame in confessing my love for the man that had saved my life. I watched as they left the room, wishing I could go with them. I sighed in defeat as I hit the call button and listened as Ashton’s sweet voice filled my room.

“Yes, ma’am. I am feeling a little dirty. Is it time for my bath?”

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Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her full time job as a payroll clerk, her writing, and her role as ol’lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas, was published in May of 2013.
Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband and two dogs. She plans to write three books in the Saving Dallas series. The final book will be released in early 2014.


Saving Dallas

☆Josephine by The Black Crowes
☆Myruca by Suvline
☆Are the good times really over by Merle Haggard
☆Coal War by Joshua James
☆You got what I need by Joshua Raidan

Making The Cut

☆No Doubt About It by Neal McCoy
☆Tuesday’s Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd
☆My Favorite Memory of All by Merle Haggard
☆Blues Man by Alan Jackson
☆Outlaw Women by Hank Williams, Jr.
☆Bulls on Parade by Rage Against the Machine
☆Free Falling by Tom Petty


☆1 Signed Paperback Set of Saving Dallas Series
☆1 E-Book Set of Saving Dallas Series
☆1 $25 Amazon Gift Card
☆1 Saving Dallas Swag Pack

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