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Devil’s Boneyard MC, Book 12

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Action & Adventure

Date Published: 11/18/2022

 

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Melina — Men have never given me a reason to trust them. The Bratva taught
me men are brutal. Selfish. And take what they want. Death would be better
than tying myself to one ever again. Then a Russian biker swoops in to save
me. As much as I want to believe everything he says, how can I? I’ve
only known pain at the hands of men. I want him to be different… but
any hope I had died long ago.

Stripes — She thinks she’s broken. I see a survivor. A strong woman
who’s still standing despite what’s been done to her. It will
take time, but I’ll help her heal. Prove not all men are evil.
I’ll give her a reason to keep living. Never again will someone cause
her pain. If they do, they’ll answer to me. My hands are already
stained with blood. What’s a little more?

WARNING: Recommended for readers 18+ due to language, violence, and adult
situations. Stripes is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series and
contains darker content some readers may find objectionable. Stripes can be
read as a stand-alone story, even though it’s part of a series

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“What intel did Wire send us?” I asked.

Gator shrugged, which meant he’d been as pissed as I was and
hadn’t paid close attention. We’d parked about a block away and
observed the place from a distance. I leaned against a building, smoking a
cigarette, in the hopes people wouldn’t be suspicious. So far,
we’d seen a few customers go in and come out not too long afterward. I
highly doubted they were getting their money’s worth.

“I wish Specter would show the fuck up,” I grumbled.

“We’ll be lucky if he does.” Gator scanned the area.
“Can I ask you something?”

“If I say no, will it stop you?”

He snorted and shook his head. As I figured. I motioned for him to go
ahead.

“Why did you agree to this? Breaking the woman out of there, I
understand. But letting them marry the two of you? Why the fuck would you
take a whore as your wife?”

I fought for control, knowing he was genuinely curious and didn’t
mean it the way it sounded. Otherwise, I’d have already put my fist
through his face. I took my time, trying to figure out how I could word
it.

“The woman in there didn’t agree to become a whore. They beat
her. Raped her. Forced her into that way of life. If we don’t get her
out, she’ll only suffer more. Grimm and the Dixie Reapers are
concerned the Bratva will try to take her back. Marriage is the only way to
protect her.”

Gator stared a moment before giving a slight nod. “Fine. As long as
they didn’t coerce you into this shit. I know how big your heart is,
Stripes, even if others don’t always realize it.”

I grinned and put out my cigarette. “Let’s get this out of the
way. If Specter shows, great. If not, we’ll handle it.”

Breaking into a brothel wasn’t exactly difficult. I’d expected
security, but I hadn’t seen a single man watching over the place. If
they’d had electronic surveillance, I knew one of the hackers would
have disabled it by now. We walked through the front doors and a woman, most
likely the madam, smiled at us broadly.

“Gentlemen, what’s your pleasure today? We can cater to any and
all of your needs.”

I curled my fingers into a fist, fighting to maintain control. I wanted to
rip this place to pieces with my bare hands. Instead, I took in my
surroundings. At a quick glance, I saw the frightened women nearby. A few of
them looked completely destroyed. They no longer cared what happened to
them, and the woman in front of me was the deadest of them all. Despite her
smile, her eyes were vacant. She was little more than a puppet. I doubted
she had any real control. The Bratva owned her, same as the other women
here. Her greeting us only meant she’d been here the longest.
They’d broken her long ago and had no reason to doubt she’d do
exactly as they commanded.

I didn’t think any of these women came here voluntarily. Someone had
possibly trafficked them. At the very least, they were being disciplined
like Melina. I didn’t want them to get hurt, which meant I needed to
be careful. And yet, I’d have to get my point across. The thought of
scaring them soured my stomach. But fear and pain would be the only way to
get their attention. At first, anyway.

“Do you want easy way or hard way?” I folded my arms. I
didn’t need them to know I was a pushover when it came to a damsel in
distress. With my accent, they might even think I had Bratva ties. And I
knew it was thicker than usual right now. Even I could hear the difference.
“I want Melina Romanov.”

 

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Deadeye Teaser Tuesday

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Bones MC, Book 13

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Action & Adventure

Date Published: 11/04/2022

 

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 Chloe — Manipulative on the best of days, my mother hooked up with
the president of a powerful MC. When he retired, she decided to give me to a
man I’ve never met. Guess she thought she’d  still be able
to keep her status if I became the ol’lady of the new president. I
have no idea what the men in the club are like and I’m not judging,
but they wear the 1% patch and I know enough about MCs to know that
can’t be good for a girl like me.

 

Deadeye – I’m a patient man. Pride myself on that. So when I
find a girl camping out under a rock watching the club, I camp out to watch
her. The more I watch, the more I like what I see. Before I can make her
mine, though, I need to find out why she’s here. No one’s more
surprised than me when she tells me who her daddy is. Except maybe her
daddy. Now I’m pitted against one of my own brothers. But the more I
get to know the spunky little minx, the more I want her. And the more I
realize I may have to kill my own MC brother and tear apart a rival MC
looking for the woman meant to be their new president’s
ol’lady.

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Chloe

I was tired. So fucking tired. I’d only been on the run for five
days, but it was five days of backwoods hell. Finding the place I needed to
get to had been hard enough. Actually getting there without anyone seeing me
had been a feat like I’d never undertaken before. Still don’t
know how I managed it without getting hopelessly lost. But here I was.

The name of the club was Bones MC, Somerset, Kentucky. I’d walked all
the way from Jeffersonville, Indiana to find this place. Compared to the
club I’d come from this one was relatively small. But from what
I’d learned, they were very close-knit and incredibly dangerous.

I was currently hiding under a rock overhang just tall enough for me to lie
flat on my belly and watch the place. I’d covered myself with leaves
and sticks, camouflaging my hiding spot as best I could. So far, no one had
spotted me. If they had, they hadn’t busted me yet. I should have just
gone into the clubhouse, but I wanted to scout the place out first. If there
seemed to be too much shady shit going down, I’d just move on without
wasting my time. Or putting myself in a worse position than I’d been
in when I ran.

So far, there had been parties that got pretty loud and wild, similar to
what I’d seen at Iron Tzars MC. The guys at Bones partied hard, but
they worked hard, too. Beyond the large clubhouse was a neighborhood. There
were what looked like high-end, double-wide mobile homes, but also a
smattering of houses, with more going up. The two days I’d been hiding
out, I’d seen several of the club members working throughout the day.
If there were drug deals or arms sales going down, it wasn’t anywhere
near their compound. There were women all over the place, but none of them
seemed to be there against their will.

The weather was turning. Autumn rain was coming, if the sky was any
indication. It was cold and damp, and I had no desire to spend another night
under a rock. If I’d judged this place wrong, I was in trouble. Of
course, if I didn’t get some decent shelter soon, I’d still be
in trouble. I’d heard good things about this club in the community.
They might not be law-abiding citizens, but they weren’t so bad they
were feared by the whole city. I was counting on the reputation they’d
apparently worked hard to build. If Bones turned out to be a wolf in
sheep’s clothing, I was fucked, because I had nowhere else to go. And
the one man I needed to see here, the one man who could help me in a way I
could live with, had no idea I even existed.

Knowing there was nothing else I could find out without getting inside the
place, I decided to quit being a pussy and stop stalling. I stood, looking
down at my clothes. Having been outside under a rock for the better part of
two days, I was filthy. Probably stank too. There was a creek just below my
hiding place on the other side of the hill between me and the compound. I
could wash there and change my clothes before trying to get inside. If I was
lucky, they’d stop me at the gate and take me straight to the man I
needed to see. I could only hope he remembered my mother. If not, I was
probably screwed.

The wind had started to pick up, and there was a cold bite to it. I knew I
needed to hurry, but not bathing and changing clothes simply wasn’t an
option. If I came to their doorstep looking like a hobo, I was afraid no one
would take me seriously. Or, worse, tell me to get the fuck on before they
got rid of me.

I stripped, tossing my filthy, damp clothing to the ground. I kept the
long-sleeved T-shirt to use as a washcloth, so I didn’t have to
actually get in the creek. While it was still warm most days, the nights in
this part of Kentucky were chilly this time of year. Shallow water, like the
lazy stream here, had started to cool, making this bath seriously
uncomfortable.

I’d never done this before. Bathed out in the open. In fact, though
I’d lived in an MC for most of my life, roughing it wasn’t
exactly in my repertoire. I’d never been camping. Or hunting.
I’d been fishing occasionally but usually on a boat or a dock at the
lake. All I’d had to eat the last five days were some snacks I’d
managed to sneak out and a couple bottles of water I refilled every chance I
got. Now, I was cold, dirty, hungry, and so fucking tired I just wanted to
sleep for a fucking week.

“Well, now. What do we have here?” The lazy drawl made me jump
and cry out. I tripped and landed on my ass, my naked body on full display.
The guy smirked as he looked down at me, his big arms crossed over a
powerful-looking chest. His shoulders were wide, stretching the fabric of
his Henley, as did his biceps. He had a full beard reaching about halfway
down his chest. Cold, assessing blue eyes were fixed squarely on me.

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The Canadian Beaver Lodge Assassins Association Reveal

 

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Date Published: November 30, 2022

Publisher: Acorn Publishing

 

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On a routine delivery, courier Jaxy Thrie must ferry a priceless
item—a Fabergé guardian angel once worn by the Empress Maria
Feodorovna—to a Russian heiress in British Columbia. Things get out of
hand when Jaxy loses the valuable medallion. He finds himself in fast
trouble with the Romanov Guild, who accuses him of theft. It falls on Jaxy
to restore the national treasure to the Royal Museum while dodging bullets
from a greedy band of robbers, the Mounties, and the Canadian Beaver Lodge
Assassins Association.

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Jerry Cripe

A lifetime resident of California, Jerry moved to Santa Barbara after
graduating from USC to work in the aerospace industry. Today, he designs
night-vision cameras for everyday use. In his free time, Jerry likes to
write and use his musical talent to compose original scores for piano and
guitar. After his first loves—song and storytelling—Jerry enjoys
hiking, spending time in the garden, and baking sourdough bread.

 

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The Navigator III: Repossession Blitz

 

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Action/Adventure

 

Release Date: December 1, 2021

Sometime CIA agent and former naval officer, Joe Anderson, is tasked to confiscate (steal back) an NSA-equipped spy ship from Havana, Cuba. Joe’s engineer and the smuggler who brought them to Cuba are arrested, which dangerously compromises Joe’s mission. His significant other, Mary, angry at him for accepting another CIA mission, goes to Cuba as a tourist with her zany friend, Frances; and the pair accidentally fall into trouble in Havana. Joe then not only has to repossess the ship, he also must rescue the women before the police find them. The dangerously impossible adventure becomes both dire and humorous. This is the third novel in THE NAVIGATOR series.

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A resident of Birmingham, Stephen B. Coleman, Jr. (Steve), a graduate of Indian Springs School, earned a Bachelor of Arts in history from Duke University and a Master of Arts in English from University of Alabama. He is married to the former Dr. Sumter M. Carmichael, a psychiatrist. Steve has been a naval officer, a high school teacher, a businessman, and commercial real estate broker. After retiring in 2009, he now enjoys sailing, writing and landscape painting. He has authored biographies and histories of local interest, magazine articles, novels and poetry. His story, “The Meanest Man in Pickens County,” was the first place (state) winner in the 2013 Hackney Literary Awards for short stories. He has published three novels: The Navigator: A Perilous Passage, Evasion at Sea and The Navigator II: Irish Revenge. André’s Reboot: Striving to Save Humanity has won Honorable Mention from Writer’s Digest; a Silver Medal from Independent Publisher Book Awards 2020; and was awarded Distinguished Favorite by NYC Big Book Award 2021. For more, see www.andretherobot.com and www.captstevestories.com.

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Maximum Security series book #3

 

 

Romantic Suspense, Action & Adventure

 

Date Published: paperback release date 12/29/20

 

Publisher: HQN

When investigative journalist Jessie Kegan’s father, a colonel in the army, is accused of treason, Jessie is determined to clear his name. Reluctantly, she turns to former Special Ops soldier, Brandon Garrett, her late brother’s best friend–a true heartbreaker, according to her brother.

With danger coming from every angle, time is running out and the game being played is deadly. Working together, Bran and Jessie must risk everything to solve the riddle and confront the threat–before it’s too late.

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Too much downtime always made him nervous, kind of edgy as he waited for the other shoe to drop.  It had been a week since his last client had headed back to Nashville, a week of peace and quiet he should have enjoyed. 

Instead, he had this nagging feeling that something bad was coming down the line.

Lounging back in the chair behind his desk at Maximum Security, Brandon Garrett looked up at the sound of the front door swinging open.  A gust of cool, late October winds swept in, along with a petite, whirlwind of a woman with the prettiest strawberry blond hair Bran had ever seen.

She had a sweet little body to match her fiery curls, he noticed, outlined by the dark blue stretch jeans curving over her sexy little ass and the peach knit top that hugged her breasts.  

It wasn’t tough to read the anxiety in her big green eyes as she surveyed the room, but instead of heading for the receptionist’s desk, those big green eyes landed on Bran and as she started toward him, there was something about her that rang a distant bell.  Interest piqued, he rose from his chair.  “Can I help you?”

“You’re Brandon Garrett, right?  You were a friend of my brother’s.  Danny Kegan?  I recognize you from the photos Danny sent home.”

The mention of his best friend’s name hit him like a blow, and the muscles across his stomach clenched.  Daniel Kegan had been a member of his spec ops team, a brother, not just a friend.  Danny had saved Bran’s life at the cost of his own.  He was KIA in Afghanistan.

Bran stared down at the girl, who was maybe five-foot-four.  “You’re Jessie,” he said, remembering the younger sister Daniel Kegan had talked so much about.  “You look like him.  Same color hair and eyes.”

She nervously wet her lips, which were plump and pink and fit her delicate features perfectly.  

“My brother said if I ever needed help, I should come to you.  He said you’d help me no matter what.”  She glanced back toward the door and his mind shifted away from the physical jolt he felt as he looked at her to the worry in her eyes.

“I’ll help you.  Danny was my closest friend.  Whatever you need, I’ll help.  Come on.  Let’s go into the conference room and you can tell me what’s going on.”  When her gaze shot back to the door, his senses went on alert.  

“I didn’t mean I needed your help later,” Jessie said nervously.  “I meant I need your help right now.”

Gunshots exploded through the windows.  “Get down!”  Bran shouted to the other guys in the office as he shoved Jessie down behind his desk and covered her with his body.  Glass shattered and a stream of bullets sprayed across the room.

Jaxon Ryker popped up, gun drawn, and ran for the door.  Hawk Maddox and Lissa Blayne were shuffling through their desks, arming themselves.  Jonas Wolfe drew his ankle gun and ran for the rear entrance, ready for any threat that might come from there.      

“Black SUV with tinted windows,” Ryker reported.  Six feet of solid muscle, dark hair and eyes, Jax was a former Navy SEAL, currently a PI and occasional bounty hunter.  “Couldn’t get a plate number.”  Jax’s gaze swung to the front of the room.  “Mindy, you okay?”

The little receptionist eased up from beneath her desk.  “I-I’m okay.  Should I call the police?”  Around here, it was never good to jump to conclusions. 

Bran hauled Jessie to her feet.  He could feel her trembling.  Her eyes looked even bigger and greener than they had before.  “Are they coming back?” he asked.

“I-I don’t know.  It could have just been a warning.”

Bran turned to Mindy.  “Unless someone’s already phoned it in, let’s wait to call the cops till we know what’s going on.”  His attention returned to Jessie.  “We need to talk.”  

She just nodded.  Her face had gone pale, making a fine line of freckles stand out across her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

Bran took her arm and urged her toward the conference room.  “Keep a sharp eye,” he said to The Max crew.  “Just in case.”

 

Jessie sank unsteadily down in one of the rolling chairs around the long oak conference table.  The man she had come to see, Brandon Garrett, sat down beside her.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” he said.  “What’s going on?”

She thought of the men who had just shot up his office and her pulse started thumping again.  “Danny said if I ever needed help–“

“Yeah, I get that.  Your brother knew he could count on me.  Like I said, I’ll help you any way I can, but I need to know what’s going on.”

Bran was taller than Danny, around six-three, with a soldier’s lean, hard body, vee-shaped, with broad shoulders and narrow hips.  Powerful biceps bulged beneath the sleeve of his dark blue T-shirt.  With his slightly too-long mink brown hair, straight nose and masculine features, he was ridiculously handsome, except for the hard line of his jaw and the darkness in his eyes that contrasted sharply with their beautiful shade of cobalt blue.  

“Start at the beginning,” he demanded.  

Since she wasn’t sure exactly where to begin, Jessie dragged in a shaky breath and slowly released it.

“I’m here because of my father–Colonel James Kegan, Commander U.S. Army Alamo Chemical Depot.  Just before he died a little over two months ago, my father was removed from active duty.  He was charged with larceny–specifically the theft of chemical weapons stored at the Depot.  Because the Army believed he was selling the weapons to a foreign entity, he was also charged with espionage and treason.  I need you to help me prove his innocence.”

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New York Times bestselling author Kat Martin is a graduate of the University of California at Santa Barbara where she majored in Anthropology and also studied History. Currently residing in Missoula, Montana with her Western-author husband, L. J. Martin, Kat has written sixty-five Historical and Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels. More than sixteen million copies of her books are in print and she has been published in twenty foreign countries. Kat is currently at work on her next Romantic Suspense.

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