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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | January 23, 2024 · 5:00 am

Python Teaser Tuesday

(Dixie Reapers MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: January 26, 2024

Galina – All my life I’ve been taught to obey men without
question, but when I find out my father has offered my hand in marriage to
Dima, a man who’s already killed two women, I know I’ve had
enough. The Vor offers me a chance to run, and I take it. Living with the
Dixie Reapers MC was supposed to be temporary. When I see one of the club
girls harassing Python, I step in. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I never
thought something so simple would become a complicated situation.

Python – All I wanted was to enjoy the single life forever.
Didn’t matter if the pretty little Russian caught my eye. I
wasn’t the type to settle down. Then she went and claimed me in front
of a club girl. The officers in my club are having far too much fun with
this. I’d planned to keep her at arm’s length — until I found
out she was in danger. With trouble breathing down her neck, I don’t
have a choice. I’ll make her mine in every way that matters. Anyone
dares to touch her, even the Bratva, and I’ll bury them.

WARNING: Python is intended for readers 18+ due to adult situations,
language, and violence.

EXCERPT

Python

I didn’t know what the hell the club officers were thinking. Yeah, I
knew the club had agreed to work with the Bratva when it came to helping
women in distress. I got it. They had my support one hundred percent. But
I’d thought we’d give them money, a new identity, and move them
along. So, why was this girl still here? In the past year, none of the women
had stayed longer than a night or two.

“What crawled up your ass?” Sticks asked.

We’d both patched in at the same time and had started prospecting
together as well. It had taken both of us a week or two to stop using our
real names around each other. There were times I still thought of him as
Will.

I pointed to the Russian girl. “Why is she still here?”

“You’d have to ask Grimm, or more accurately, his wife. Oksana
took a liking to Galina. It’s why she’s over there so
much.”

“Isn’t this just asking for trouble? It’s no secret
Oksana is here, or that we know where her mother and sister are located.
What if someone in the Bratva comes nosing around? Oksana might be
protected, but Galina isn’t.”

Sticks smacked me on the back. “Well, unless you’re
volunteering…”

Hell no. The last thing I needed was a woman. My gaze strayed to her again.
I had to admit she was pretty. Not gorgeous or even what I would call
beautiful. For some reason, there was still an innocence to her. How the
hell she’d grown up around the Bratva and not come out the other side
jaded was beyond me.

“Don’t let Wire and Lavender see you eying her like
that,” Sticks said. “You know what happens when they even get a
whiff of interest from one of us.”

I nearly shuddered. Yeah, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I
tore my gaze away from Galina and went into the clubhouse. A cold beer was
exactly what I needed.

In the past year or two, a lot of changes had occurred not only here, but
with other clubs we called family or friends. Most had done away with the
club whores or set up a separate building for family events since so many
brothers were settling down. It made sense. If I did have a wife and kid, I
wouldn’t want them in the same space those dumb bitches spread their
legs.

As for the Dixie Reapers, this building was the one place you could still
find a woman. At least, after Wire and Lavender vetted them. Anyone wanting
to hang with us went through a background check these days. Too many little
ones running around to risk letting the wrong sort of person in. It had
happened too often already.

I grabbed a cold bottle of my favorite beer from behind the bar and sat at
a nearby table. Only two women were here at the moment, and I didn’t
want anything to do with either of them. Anna was the least clingy of the
two. Once I’d told her I wasn’t interested, she’d mostly
left me alone. Unless she thought I was drunk enough to give her a shot. The
other… Penny was a menace. The woman always latched on and
wouldn’t let go.

I’d no sooner thought her name than she spotted me and headed over.
If I wasn’t trying to keep away from Galina outside, I’d have
left the building like my ass was on fire. Anything to avoid the bitch who
wanted a property cut. And yeah, we all knew what her end game was, even if
she denied it. We could see it in her eyes.

“Did you come here to see me?” she asked, leaning toward me.
The woman practically shoved her tits in my face, and I barely dodged.

“Nope. Wanted a beer.”

She batted her eyes. “You could have had one of those at home. You
know you don’t have to be shy. I’ll give you anything you
want.”

I’d bet she would, and probably something else I most certainly
didn’t want or need right now. A baby in her belly. Bitch was crazy as
fuck, and I wouldn’t put it past her to get pregnant on purpose. I
finished my beer and got up to use the bathroom, hoping she’d be gone
when I got back. No such luck. She’d not only made herself
comfortable, but she’d gotten two beers. The way she licked at one of
them told me it was hers. And if it hadn’t been, it was now.

I stared at the open bottles. We always cautioned women not to accept open
containers. Someone at the Hades Abyss had learned not too long ago men
needed to be wary too. Cotton had gotten screwed over and still hadn’t
recovered from what happened.

“I didn’t spit in it,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Wasn’t my concern.”

She huffed and took the bottle. After swallowing a mouthful, she handed it
back to me. “Not poisoned either.”

Fine. I might very well regret this later, but I didn’t want to make
a big deal out of it. Slayer and Royal were both across the room. Last thing
I needed was them calling me a little bitch or some shit. I drank the beer
quickly, then stood.

“I’m afraid I’m not good company today.” I made my
way to the front door. Partway there, the room started to tilt and spin.
What the fuck?

I stumbled out onto the porch and down the steps. The entire world looked
like I’d entered a funhouse tunnel. Shaking my head, I tried to make
sense of where I was. The line of bikes blurred and I couldn’t tell
one from another.

A small hand gripped mine and I started to shake it off, until I heard the
soft Russian accent.

“Let me help you.”

Galina. I let her lead me away, but we didn’t make it far before I
heard Penny yelling out my name.

“Wait for me, Python!”

Galina put her lips near my ear and spoke in a low voice. “Do you
want to wait for her?”

“No.”

She gave a nod and helped me walk a little farther. I hadn’t realized
it before, but the car the club had given her sat at the end of the row of
bikes. I didn’t know why she’d parked there, but right now I was
grateful.

“Hey, bitch! Where are you taking my man?” Penny
screamed.

Galina stopped and I felt her turn. She didn’t release me. Only
switched to her other hand, as if she worried I might fall. She wasn’t
wrong. At any moment I could land on my ass. Although, I didn’t think
the pint-size woman was going to be able to hold me up.

“Your man?” she asked. She spit out a string of Russian that
sounded like she was cussing the woman out and I couldn’t hold back my
smile. Even though I felt like shit, I had to admit I liked seeing this side
of Galina. “He’s not yours. He’ll never be
yours.”

Penny sputtered, and it sounded like she was coming closer. Galina managed
to get me to her car and into the passenger seat. She slammed the door about
the time Penny stopped beside her. I couldn’t hear what Galina was
saying, but I could tell from the tone she was pissed. She lit into Penny,
and if I hadn’t thought I might pass out or throw up, I’d have
found it hysterical. She’d done the one thing I hadn’t been able
to. Mostly because I’d have felt like shit. Although, now that I was
certain the bitch had drugged me, I wouldn’t hold back. In fact, once
this passed, I was going to talk to the Pres and get that woman booted
permanently.

Galina got into the car and backed up. Penny ran around to put herself in
front, and Galina revved the engine. I heard the tires spin right before the
car shot forward. My eyes felt so heavy they slid shut, and I missed the
look on Penny’s face. Galina didn’t slow for a few minutes. My
house was toward the back of the compound, and the moment she came to a
stop, I knew she’d brought me home.

She shut off the car and I heard her get out. She opened my door and placed
her hand on my arm.

“Can you stand?” she asked. “Should I get
help?”

Oh fuck no. “My brothers will laugh if they know about
this.”

Shit. That’s right. If I told the Pres, then… I’d have
to think about it tomorrow. Right now, I wasn’t sure how much longer
I’d stay coherent, or able to stand. Galina helped me from the car,
and we walked up to my door. I couldn’t seem to get my keys out of my
pocket.

I felt her hand slide in and grasp the keyring, but it wasn’t all she
touched. Groaning as my cock went rock-hard, I wondered if I’d just
been dumped straight into hell. She froze and I could feel her staring at
me, even if I couldn’t manage to open my eyes.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

She pulled out my keys and got the door open. I tripped over the threshold
and barely stayed upright. Her small hand grasped mine tightly as she led
the way through my home. It was almost as if she knew exactly where she was
going. When we reached my bedroom, I sank onto the side of the bed, and she
kneeled at my feet. Fuck if that didn’t screw with my drug-addled
brain.

She set my boots beside the nightstand, then helped me get my cut off. I
tried to watch her, but the world was spinning too much. Closing my eyes, I
fell back on the mattress. My legs still hung off the side, but I
didn’t care.

“Python, what happened? Should I get someone?”

“Drugged.” At least, I tried to say it. Not sure how it sounded
to her. I could tell my words slurred and my tongue felt heavy. What the
hell had Penny planned to accomplish with me in this state? Then again,
I’d gotten hard when Galina brushed against my cock. It seemed that
part of me worked, even if the rest didn’t.

She did her best to get me all the way onto the bed, and I heard her
panting for breath when she’d finished. I didn’t know what Penny
had dosed me with, so I had no clue how long this would last. The thought of
lying here alone, unable to even get up if I needed to puke or take a piss,
bothered me. That bitch was going to pay when I got through this.

“Stay,” I said, or tried to. Galina seemed to understand. I
felt the bed dip as she sat beside me.

My movements were clumsy, but I managed to pull her down beside me. I
attempted to wrap my arm around her, to hold her closer, but failed
miserably. She sighed and inched closer.

“When I thought of my first time in bed with a man, this wasn’t
what I had in mind,” she said.

My head felt too foggy for her words to really sink in. First time? Wait.
“Virgin?”

She buried her face against my side. “Stop. Don’t make fun of
me.”

Before I could say anything else, the darkness started to pull me
under.

About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | December 19, 2023 · 5:00 am

Blades Teaser Tuesday

(Devil’s Fury MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: Dec 29 2023

China — I came to the US to further my education. I never counted on
falling for a gruff biker who was so much older than me. But Blades never
hesitated when I told him I was pregnant. He was the best man I’d ever
met… until he went to prison. All our lives unraveled after that. My
daughter was taken from me, and I was sold. I thought I’d never escape
the hell of being exploited and abused, until he walked through the doors
again, looking like a wrathful angel. He may have saved me, but do I really
deserve his love?

Blades — Being falsely accused of murder was bad enough. Finding out
someone stole my woman and daughter was another. Our precious little Meiling
found herself a good man, and she’s safe. Now I need to save her
mother. My China. I’m going to gut everyone who dared to touch her and
send them all straight to hell… then I’ll do whatever it takes
to prove to her she’s safe with me, and that I’ve never stopped
loving her. China and Meiling are my entire world, and I’m going to
protect them — this time.

WARNING: Guaranteed happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating.
Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and
violence.

EXCERPT

I eyed the man in front of me. It had been a long ass time since I’d
seen the Devil’s Fury cut. “So, one of you finally came to see
me. No one’s ever brought a pretty woman with them,
though.”

The name Dingo wasn’t one I was familiar with. Then again, he looked
young. Probably started prospecting after I’d been locked up. He put
his hand on the woman’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re Robert Young?” she asked.

“Don’t go by that name anymore. I’m Blades. Who’s
looking for Young?”

She took a breath and seemed to be steeling herself. I should have been the
one preparing. Her next words would have knocked me on my ass if I’d
been standing.

“I’m Meiling Shan Young. Your daughter, if my birth certificate
is correct.”

I fell back against the metal chair. My daughter? “Fucking
hell.”

“So you do know who I am?” she asked.

“Yeah. Told your mother not to bring you here. Why did she let you
come now?” In all this time, China had stayed away just as I’d
demanded. Had something happened to bring my daughter here after all these
years?

“She didn’t. I don’t even remember her,” Meiling
said.

My gaze shot to Dingo. Who the hell was he? Why had he brought her here?
“Are you responsible for her being here? How she’d get mixed up
with the club? I told Xi-wang to keep away from the Devil’s
Fury.”

“We don’t know yet what happened to Xi-wang. Shortly after you
were locked up, your daughter went into foster care and her mother vanished
without a trace,” Dingo said. “As to why she’s with
me… she’s my wife.”

I shot to my feet. “Like fuck she is!”

After everything I’d been through to keep them safe, this had to
happen? I didn’t know how she’d met this bastard, but I’d
see to it he was buried six feet under. How dare he touch my precious
child?

“Sit down, old man,” Dingo said. “She’s been
accepted by the club as my ol’ lady, and we’re legally married.
Besides, she could be carrying your grandchild.”

I felt my blood pressure rising and wanted nothing more than to wring his
neck. Slowly, I took my seat. Going after him right now wouldn’t do me
any good. If my daughter liked him, then it would only hurt my relationship
with her — assuming I ever had the chance to have one.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I asked, focusing on Dingo.

“We need some answers. Mei doesn’t remember her mother, and
never knew about you. In fact, her birth certificate was buried and a false
one put in its place. You tried to keep her a secret, but it’s time to
talk.”

I didn’t like it, but they weren’t the only ones who needed
answers. They said my daughter couldn’t remember her mother. Where the
hell was China? If I found out someone had hurt her, I was going to
slaughter everyone responsible. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I
know, then you explain what’s really going on.”

I told them how I met Meiling’s mother, about us falling in love, and
me keeping the two of them a secret from the club. Everything up until I
went to prison. After that, I lost track of China. I’d thought she was
only listening to me and keeping away as I’d told her to do. I should
have found a way to check up on her.

Meiling slumped in her seat. “So you don’t know what happened
to her, or how I ended up in foster care?”

“Nope. I never even heard she was missing. No one ever came to ask me
about you, but you were mine legally. If someone finds out what happened, I
sure the fuck want to know,” I said.

“Outlaw is working on it,” Dingo said. “He’s a
hacker for the club. Only thing we know for sure is the foster family who
had Meiling…” Dingo stopped mid-sentence.

I wanted to ask what the hell a hacker was, but more importantly, what was
it he didn’t want to tell me? If it had to do with my daughter, then I
deserved to know. He might be married to her, but she was my baby first and
foremost.

Meiling met my gaze. I knew whatever they were hiding would gut me.
“He doesn’t want to tell you.”

“Did they hurt you?” I asked.

“They made her into a whore by the age of fourteen,” Dingo
said. Even I could hear the pain in his voice.

I slammed my fists into the table, and everything went red. I roared out my
rage, standing so fast the chair fell over. I ripped the chain free of the
table and continued to pound the metal surface, denting it. Guards rushed
in, and I knew they were going to put me in solitary if I didn’t calm
down, but I couldn’t. I wanted to make them all suffer. Every last
person who’d harmed my baby needed to die, and I wanted to be the one
to do it.

Dingo held up a hand, cautioning them to stay back. “Give him a
minute. We gave him bad news.”

Bad news? I nearly laughed. That was putting it mildly. Finding out my
favorite motorcycle had turned to rust would be bad news. Discovering my
China had moved on and found someone else would be bad news. Hearing someone
turned my daughter into a prostitute while she was still a kid made me want
to set the entire world ablaze.

“No. Fuck that shit.” I looked from my daughter to Dingo.
“I didn’t fucking kill those people. You find out who did, get
me out of here, and I’ll handle the men who hurt my
daughter.”

“I didn’t hear that,” one of the guards muttered.
“Did. Not. Fucking. Hear. It.” He walked out, dragging the other
one with him. At least they had some sense.

“Are you trying to say you’re innocent?” Meiling
asked.

I gave a bark of laughter. Innocent? Me? Not hardly. “No, daughter.
I’m far from innocent, but I didn’t commit the murders I was
accused of. If Outlaw can find out what happened with your situation, then
maybe he can help with mine. When I got locked up, there wasn’t anyone
capable of digging up that kind of dirt, not within the club, and certainly
no one who gave a shit about me. You get me out of here, and I’ll make
sure they all fucking pay.”

“On one condition,” Dingo said.

He had some nerve adding a stipulation. Was he trying to keep me away from
my daughter?

“What’s that, boy?” I asked.

“You give your blessing for me and Mei to be together.” He
cleared his throat. “I love her, and I will love and protect any
children we have together. If we’re ever blessed with
any.”

“You’re an idiot,” Mei told him, but I saw the affection
in her gaze. “But I love you too.”

The way he smiled at the words told me enough. The bastard was head over
heels for my little girl, and since they were already married, I might as
well learn to live with it.

“Fine. You have my blessing, as long as you make her happy. Fuck up,
and I’ll Goddamn bury you where they’ll never find your
body,” I said.

The look he gave me assured me we were on the same page. I hoped like fuck
the club was a better place than it had been when I got locked up. If it
wasn’t, I’d need to find a way to get Meiling away from there.
It didn’t matter if she was married to this little shit or not.
I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. I’d failed her until
now. Never again.

“I know I’m a stranger to you, girl, but I’m your dad. I
get out of here, and I’ll make things right for you. I don’t
expect you to call me anything other than Blades, until I’ve earned
the right to be called anything else.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” Meiling said.
“Daddy.”

I felt my throat grow tight and my eyes stung. I flashed her a smile,
hoping she knew how much it meant for me to hear her call me Daddy.
I’d missed out on everything. Her first steps. First words. And
because I hadn’t been there to keep them safe, someone had tried to
destroy my family. Once I was free of this place, I’d seek
retribution. I only hoped it didn’t take them too long.

My daughter came closer and put her arms around me. I knew we weren’t
supposed to touch but fuck all of them. I hugged her tight, wanting to
remember this moment forever.

“Love you, Meiling. Always have,” I said, my voice a littler
gruffer than usual. “Even if I can’t get out of here, remember
that. You were wanted, and you were loved. Never doubt it for a
moment.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

* * *

I hadn’t realized they would have me freed within twenty-four hours.
I’d spent eighteen years in prison for something I didn’t do.
All this time, I’d thought my woman was safe. Off living her life,
providing for our child. How could I have been so wrong? I knew about the
evil in the world. Faced it every fucking day, even before I’d gotten
locked up. It never once crossed my mind that darkness would touch my two
girls, especially since I’d made sure to keep them away from the
club.

It had taken a month to handle all the people who’d hurt my daughter
and to find my precious China. She’d been dumped in a brothel not too
far over the state line. From what the hackers had found, it looked like she
was still there. If she wasn’t, I’d beat the hell out of
everyone until I got some answers. One way or another, I was bringing her
home.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Silk Purse, my heart hammered in my
chest. It would be my first time seeing her in so damn long. Did she even
remember me? Had they completely broken her?

I got off the bike and headed inside. The moment I saw her my fucking heart
broke. My beautiful girl was just as stunning now as she’d been
before, even with the scars clearly visible on her face and arms, and a few
silver threads in her hair. She gave me a slight bow as I drew closer, but
her eyes never met mine.

“Welcome to the Silk Purse. What will be your pleasure
tonight?” she asked, her voice still holding the accent I’d so
loved all those years ago.

“My pleasure?” I asked. She still didn’t look up.
“I came to take my woman home. Our daughter needs her.”

She went still, completely frozen. Slowly, she lifted her head and her gaze
locked with mine. The Xi-wang I’d known was there, but just barely. I
could see her, but I could also see the road of pain she’d traveled
while we’d been apart.

“Xi-wang.”

“Robert?” she asked softly. “You went to prison for
murder.”

“Didn’t do it.” I reached for her, tugging her against
me. “But I did kill a few people since then. They all deserved
it.”

I stroked her cheek and wished I could turn back the clock. She’d had
my heart the moment we locked eyes that first time.

About the Author

Author on Facebook, Instagram, & TikTok: @harleywylde

Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok:
@changelingpress

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | November 21, 2023 · 5:00 am

Iron Teaser Tuesday

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

Hades Abyss MC, Book 11

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: November 24, 2023

Nari – Pain. Humiliation. Those are the things my father taught me,
and every man I’ve met since. Running away from home didn’t fix
anything. Now I’m nineteen and back in the town my family calls home.
I haven’t told them I’m here, and I don’t plan to. But I
also didn’t count on a biker giving me a ride, and leaving me at the
Hades Abyss compound. They say they’ll help me, but can I trust them?
What if they’re just as bad as all the others?

Iron –I’m no stranger to the darker side of life. Sometimes
I’m the monster lurking in the shadows. Still, there’s a line I
won’t cross. I will never harm an innocent woman or child. The moment
I saw the tiny Asian woman cowering in front of Titan, I wanted to protect
her from the world. She’s been beaten, yet she’s not broken.
I’ve never met anyone like Nari before. Despite how timid she appears,
she’s stronger than she realizes. I know I’ll do whatever it
takes to make her smile and keep her safe, even if it means getting blood on
my hands. The moment her family tries to take her from me, I’ll show
them what it means for Nari to be mine.

WARNING: Iron is intended for readers 18+ due to bad language, violence,
and adult situations. There’s no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a
guaranteed happily ever after.

EXCERPT

Nari

My cheek pressed into the carpet as Gio held me down. I knew I’d be
covered in bruises within the hour, if I wasn’t already. Nothing new.
It seemed all I had to do was breathe in order to piss him off. I’d
only stayed due to a lack of options. Leaving Gio would only mean taking a
chance on someone else. Men didn’t help runaway teens for nothing.
They either made us drug mules, thieves, or prostitutes. I couldn’t
think of a way to escape. Everyone I’d ever trusted had betrayed me.
Why should that change?

If things had been different, if my family had cared even a little, I never
would have run away. Living at home had been awful, but my life on the
streets was far worse.

“You stupid, worthless cunt! Where’s my money?” he asked
for the fifth time. As if my answer was suddenly going to change.

“I told you I don’t have it. I couldn’t find any work
today, Gio.” Or more accurately, I hadn’t found a mark. Stealing
was my forte.

He leaned in closer. “Then you have a choice, Nari. You can pay the
money by spending a few nights at the house on Spruce, or you find a high
paying job before morning. Which is it going to be?”

I swallowed hard. It wasn’t really a choice at all. I refused to go
near drugs, and I really didn’t want to be a whore. I couldn’t
understand the girls and women who chose that path. I didn’t look down
on them for it, but it wasn’t something I’d ever voluntarily do.
Of course, if I wanted a legal job, there was always the strip club. Except
I hadn’t really been blessed in the curves department. I didn’t
even need a bra. Who the hell would pay to watch me take my clothes off?
Now, letting him use me as a whore in his brothel? That was a different
story. Those men didn’t much care what a woman looked like, and I knew
he wouldn’t be sending his top customers my way. All they wanted was a
living woman to fuck, although it wouldn’t surprise me if some
didn’t even care if I was alive when they fucked me. I’d learned
the hard way just how screwed up people could be.

“I’ll find a job,” I said. “Please, Gio. I really
tried.”

He finally released me and stood. “Fine. By sunrise, you better have
something lined up. If not, don’t bother coming home. You either take
your ass over to Spruce, or you better run.”

As if running would do me any good. He’d track me down and things
would be even worse. But I had to try. I refused to go down without a fight,
or at the very least a last-ditch effort. If only I’d known I was
heading this direction the moment I walked out of my dad’s house. Not
once had I seen my picture on the news or in any papers. He’d never
bothered to search for me. Why would he when he had his precious Joon?

Maybe I could go home. Or at least back to my hometown. I didn’t
think Gio would ever think to look for me there. He knew how much I hated
that place, and the hell I’d been through while I lived at home. Yeah.
I should go back. I didn’t bring in enough money for him to chase me
across state lines.

I waited until Gio left, then packed a small backpack. It wasn’t like
I owned much anyway. Grabbing the little bit of cash I’d managed to
hide, I shoved it into my satchel and left the house for the last time. One
way or another, I was leaving this place behind. I didn’t care if I
had to hitchhike all the way back to Mississippi.

Every step made pain explode through my body. I stopped to put on my hoodie
and made sure my face was mostly covered. I didn’t need anyone seeing
the marks on my body and stopping to ask questions. A rumble of a motorcycle
came up behind me and slowed. I quickly glanced toward the street and
realized the man was eyeing me.

I assessed his overall size and wondered if I could outrun him. Men
prowling the streets for women always spelled trouble.

“Do you need a ride somewhere?” he asked.

I took in every detail of his appearance, from his Native American genes to
the leather cut declaring him part of the Reckless Kings MC. I hadn’t
heard of them, but there was a group of bikers in my hometown. They’d
been a little scary, but I’d never heard of them hurting kids or
anything. Was his club the same? Just because he looked rough and little
scary didn’t mean he was a bad guy. Sometimes, the ones who looked
like wholesome decent men were the most vicious.

He sighed and inched the bike closer. “Look. My name is Crow.
I’m not going to hurt you, but it looks like you’re in some
trouble and trying to get out of here. So you can get on the back of my bike
and I’ll take you as far as I can. Or you can keep walking and hope
whoever you’re running from doesn’t catch up. With the way
you’re moving, I’m going to assume someone beat the hell out of
you.”

I winced. He noticed that? “I’m going to
Mississippi.”

“What part?” he asked.

“Ever heard of a club called the Hades Abyss? I’m going to that
town,” I said.

He nodded. “I know them. Get on and I’ll make sure you get
home. It’s a little out of my way, but it’s fine.”

Without another thought, I climbed on behind him and put my arms around his
waist. It wasn’t my first time on a motorcycle, even if it had been
years ago. It also wasn’t the first time I’d put my trust in a
stranger. He’d either keep me safe, or I’d trade one abusive
asshole for another.

“I’m Nari,” I said. “Thanks for the
ride.”

“Sure thing, kid. Hold on tight.” He twisted the throttle ,
revving the engine, then eased the bike forward. As he picked up speed and
shifted gears, the wind whipped the hood off my head. I closed my eyes and
pressed my forehead to his back. For the first time in forever, I felt
free.

I didn’t know if I’d made the right choice, but there was no
going back now.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 24, 2023 · 5:00 am

Pyro Teaser Tuesday

(Hades Abyss MC, Book 10) (Mississippi Chapter)

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

Motorcycle Club Romance / Suspense / Age-Gap

Date Published: October 27, 2023

Publisher: ‎
Changeling Press LLC

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Roe — My world turned upside down about a year ago. I need a fresh start,
and since my dad and brother are both part of the Hades Abyss MC Missouri
chapter, they decide to send me to their brothers in Mississippi. I
don’t really care as long as I’m anywhere but here. I’d
thought things would be different. Until I end up in trouble and scared to
death. Sometimes it’s the people you least expect who stab you in the
back. I don’t know if I’ll make it out of this one alive.

Pyro — The moment I saw her, I knew she was meant to be mine. I tried to
keep my distance and give her time to adjust to her new home. Best laid
plans and all. I’ve claimed her, my Pres is pissed, her dad and
brother are even angrier, and to make matters worse my past may have caught
up to me. Now Roe is in danger, and I want to set the world on fire. Once I
find her, none of the bastards responsible are getting out of there alive.
I’ll show them exactly how I got my name, and make sure everyone knows
to never touch what’s mine.

WARNING: Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and
violence. Guaranteed happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating.

EXCERPT

Marauder’s daughter had been with our chapter of the club for the
last three months, and to most people it probably appeared she was doing
well. Except I wasn’t most people. From the first moment I saw her,
Roe had absolutely captivated me. Everyone thought Cotton was chasing after
her out of a sense of obligation. After meeting her, I had to wonder if he
hadn’t fallen head over heels in love with her. The fact she
didn’t share those feelings meant it didn’t really matter. I
personally hoped she decided to stick around for a long time.

Stone came up and lightly punched me in the shoulder. “I see
you’re still stalking her. You know, you could just man the fuck up
and go say hi. Ask her out for dinner. Take her to a movie. Something other
than lurking in the shadows and watching her every move. I’ve heard
women aren’t really into creepers.”

“What the hell would you know about it? When’s the last time
you went on a date?”

Stone snorted. “Fair enough. Still, I’m not too sure Marauder
would like the way you follow his daughter around.”

He was probably right. Just the same, I didn’t plan to back down.
What if something happened to her when she went into town? She’d been
harmed inside the clubhouse at our Missouri chapter. I didn’t
understand why no one else seemed concerned about her well-being. Did none
of them notice her smile never reached her eyes? More than once, I’d
noticed the way she pressed her hand to her belly.

I was nowhere near as good at computers as Wizard and the other hackers,
but it didn’t mean I was unable to dig up information when I needed
it. Roe had probably thought there wouldn’t be a paper trail if she
paid for her clinic and ER visits in cash. It hadn’t been too
difficult to discover the paperwork for her miscarriage. Either she’d
never told her father and brother, or they were catering to her and letting
her pretend it didn’t happen. Seeing as how she tried to hide
everything, I was betting they had no clue what she’d been through.
Had she even told Cotton?

The club could continue treating her as if nothing were wrong, but I knew
differently. She had tried to bury her pain deep, and only those observant
enough could see how much she was hurting. I watched as she got into her car
and headed for the front gate. I gave her time to clear the entrance before
getting on my bike and following at a distance. My Harley-Davidson
wasn’t exactly quiet. There was no way she didn’t hear me. This
wasn’t the first time I’d tailed her into town and it
wouldn’t be the last.

Roe parked outside of the local diner and went inside. I took the open spot
next to her and watched through the window as they seated her at a booth
directly in front of me. She didn’t glance my way. The way she played
with the sugar packets on the table belied her anxiousness. Anyone else in
the club would have given her space. Something told me that was the last
thing she needed. I headed into the diner and took the seat across from
her.

A waitress came over and set two menus on the table. “What can I get
the two of you to drink?”

“Sweet tea for both of us,” I said. Yeah, I knew her drink
preferences, as well as her favorite foods.

The woman wrote it down and hurried off, leaving the two of us alone. I
opened a menu and placed it in front of Roe before picking up the other one.
I may know what she’d most likely order, but it didn’t mean I
wanted her to realize it. Even after we placed our food order, she still
hadn’t acknowledged my presence.

I leaned back in the booth and stretched my legs out under her seat,
crossing my feet at the ankles. A faint smile twitched her lips. At last,
I’d gotten some sort of reaction out of her.

“You’re like a giant cat,” she said.

“Does that mean you’re going to pet me?”

That time I got an actual smile out of her. Her gaze finally met and held
mine. We hadn’t had many chances to talk before now. She had mostly
kept to herself.

“Sorry, but I don’t pet strays.”

I placed my hand over my heart and winced. “Ouch. Talk about a direct
hit.”

Some would say I’d been very much like a stray cat, following her
around and keeping my distance. Except I hadn’t done it for
myself.

“If you’re anything like my dad and brother, that didn’t
even remotely put a dent in your ego. I think you’ll
survive.”

I wanted to keep her talking, but I wasn’t sure what topics to
discuss. I knew she liked audiobooks, coming to this diner, and going to
church on Sundays. Other than the food part of all that, I couldn’t
really relate. When it came to books, I preferred reading them. As for
church, I’d probably burst into flames if I were to walk through the
doors. It would probably be a good idea to never tell her how I got the name
Pyro, especially since the first thing I ever set on fire was the house of
God. Not the one she attended, but I didn’t think it would
matter.

“Did my dad or brother pay you?”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” I said.

“Oh, but you do, and that’s precisely why I asked the question.
Are you supposed to be guarding me or something?”

And here I thought she’d been completely unaware. The fact someone
kept tailing her would have been obvious. None of our motorcycles were
quiet. I hadn’t realized she knew it was me, unless she only meant
this one specific time.

“Maybe I just took it upon myself to make sure you stayed
safe.”

“Does that mean you’re worried the same thing will happen to me
again?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure how to answer her. Did I think it was likely someone
would drug her drink at the clubhouse? No. For one, she never went there.
And second, I was certain she’d already learned her lesson about being
careful with her drinks at a bar. Of course, that didn’t mean I
thought any of it had been her fault.

“There’s trouble all around us every day, and I don’t
necessarily mean the club. You could step off a curb while looking at your
phone and get hit by a car. Someone could snatch your purse or hold you at
gunpoint to rob you, if not something worse. So no, I don’t think the
exact same thing will happen, but it doesn’t mean this world is a safe
place either. The thought of you being hurt doesn’t sit well with
me.”

Her gaze softened marginally. The waitress approached and set our drinks on
the table. Roe smiled up at her and said a soft thank-you. We placed our
order and I took the time to study the woman sitting across from me. Sure,
I’d been watching her since she’d come to our club, but I
hadn’t had an opportunity to sit so close to her until now. From the
first moment I saw her, I’d thought she was beautiful. When
she’d gotten out of her car, I’d noticed the unevenness of her
hair before I took stock of anything else. It looked so butchered I knew she
had to have done it herself. Less than twenty-four hours later, Phoebe had
gone with her to a salon, and she’d come back with a cute and sassy
style that hung longer in the front than the back. It suited her.

I’d been curious about what happened to make her cut her hair off in
such a way. We’d been told she asked to stay with us in order to have
a fresh start. I had to wonder if the combination of her miscarriage and
Cotton constantly hounding her had finally pushed her to the breaking
point.

“You’ve been here about three months now and haven’t
seemed to have much luck finding a job. Then again, I don’t think
you’ve been looking all that hard.”

She shifted in her seat. “And your point?”

“I just find it interesting. We were told you needed a new start in a
new town. So far it’s looked more like you’re hiding. It
can’t be from Cotton because I’m sure he knows exactly where you
are. The Missouri chapter said you’re a good girl and don’t have
any enemies. The only thing I can figure you’d have to run from is
yourself.”

She twisted the glass of sweet tea in front of her. I could see she had a
lot on her mind, and I wished she’d open up and share. If she only
wanted someone to listen, then I’d be happy to do it. Or if she needed
advice, I’d do my best. It was difficult to get her to talk about
herself much less her problems, according to Phoebe. I couldn’t very
well tell her I knew about the miscarriage.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | September 19, 2023 · 5:00 am

Stitches Teaser Tuesday

Devil’s Fury MC, Book 13

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

Motorcycle Club, Age Gap, Dark romance, Action & Suspense

Date Published: September 22

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

Marci — My sister and her boyfriend had been my entire world, until I lost
them both. Laura died, and Stitches walked away. I’ve lived in hell
for the past seven years thanks to a brother who should have protected me.
Instead, he used me to further his career, not caring whether I lived or
died. Now Stitches is back, right in front of me. I always thought of him as
an older brother, so why does he suddenly seem so sexy? What would Laura
think if she knew I was falling for the man she loved?

Stitches – When I lost my woman and daughter, I walked away. I should
have taken her little sister, Marci, with me. Instead I trusted her family.
My mistake. If I’d checked on Marci, kept in touch, I’d have
known she was in trouble. Now she’s back in my life, battered and
broken. The men who dared to hurt her will pay with their lives. Especially
her older brother. I failed her before, but this time I’ll get
vengeance for all she’s suffered. It never occurred to me I’d
end up falling for her along the way. I only hope if Laura is watching over
us, she’d approve, because I don’t think I can hold myself
back.

WARNING: Guaranteed happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating.
Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and
violence.

EXCERPT

Stitches

Present Day

I couldn’t believe Ram had returned to the Devil’s Fury.
Although, the biggest surprise had been the women and teens he’d
brought with him. Each had suffered horribly, and I’d given them some
space the first week. Badger had agreed they would be too skittish for me to
attempt giving them an exam. It wasn’t the first time I’d used
my medical knowledge for the sake of my brothers or their women. Now I was
on the last woman, and nothing could have prepared me to come face-to-face
with Marci again. Now all grown up and looking more haunted than any woman
should. It had been ten years since I’d last seen her, which meant she
was in her early twenties now. My stomach twisted. How the hell had she
gotten mixed up in all this? And why hadn’t I known? I had so many
questions.

She wouldn’t look at me. Couldn’t say I blamed her. If it
weren’t for me knocking up her sister, Laura might have still been
alive. I might not have liked their brother, Richard, but I’d thought
he would at least make sure Marci had a decent life. I hadn’t seen a
single poster around town about her being missing. Not a peep on the local
news or radio. How long ago had she been kidnapped?

“Marci, do you remember me?” I asked, keeping my voice low and
even, not wanting to startle her.

She still wouldn’t acknowledge me. She rocked slightly as she stared
at the floor. I wasn’t sure if she needed a medical exam right now. A
psychiatrist would probably be better for her. I knew some of the women in
the club had spoken to one before. And Ram might not have a degree or
license but did well with that sort of thing. Would he be able to coax
something from her? Even a few words would help. I didn’t know if she
was in pain, hungry, or what the hell she needed right now.

Why the fuck did they have me walk in here while Marci was alone? The fact
a man came into the apartment probably scared the shit out of her. Then
again, if the others were like her, I doubted they’d have been much
comfort right now. I wished one of the old ladies had joined me for this.
But if they had, and Marci acknowledged me, then I’d have to explain
how I knew her. No one knew about Laura or our daughter, Rose, and I
intended to keep it that way if at all possible. Some things weren’t
meant to be shared, and that was a pain that was mine alone to bear.

“The last time I saw you, you were starting high school. Even though
we live in a small town, not once have I run into you or your brother,
Richard.” Marci flinched when I said her brother’s name. My nape
prickled and I inched a little closer. Did that asshole Richard have
something to do with her being here now? Was he to blame for what happened
to Marci? If so, I’d bury the fucker! “You know, I
couldn’t face you when Laura died. I called
Richard…”

She flinched again and whimpered. Her rocking increased. I didn’t
need a verbal response from her. Her actions alone spoke volumes. I’d
have to ask Outlaw to find him for me, which meant I’d have to tell at
least one person I knew Marci and how we were connected. I took the risk of
moving even closer to her and went down on one knee in front of her. She
froze, her eyes slowly focusing on me. Once she seemed to come back to
herself a little, her eyes filled with tears, and she flung herself into my
arms.

“I’ve got you, Marci. Everything will be fine now.” I
rubbed her back and held her tight, letting her soak my cut and tee with her
tears. When her cries quieted, I stood and lifted her into my arms. I
hesitated to take her to the bedroom she’d been using. I felt like I
needed to get her out of the apartment. The more she cried, the more urgent
it felt to get her somewhere I could make her feel safe. Clearly, this
wasn’t it.

Instead, I found myself carrying her outside and walking to my house. Thank
goodness I didn’t live at the back of the compound. I managed to let
myself in without setting her down or dropping her, then took her straight
to the living room. Easing her down onto the couch, I smoothed her hair back
from her face.

“This is my house. You’ll be safe here, all right?”

She gave me a slight nod, then curled into the corner of the couch. I went
back to close and lock the door. As I twisted the bolt into place, I stared
at it. In all the years I’d lived here, not once had I locked my door.
For the first time in ten years, I had someone to protect, and this time
I’d do a better job of it.

Marci was no longer the teenager who’d brightly smiled at me and
asked a million questions about what it was like to be part of a motorcycle
club. She’d grown into a beautiful woman. The thought of her being
abused made me grind my teeth. She should have had a loving home, a ton of
friends, and been away at college right now. Instead, she’d been
tossed into hell, most likely by her brother.

When I got back to the living room, she’d closed her eyes but
wasn’t quite asleep. She peeked at me, letting me know she was aware
of her surroundings. It was an improvement over how I’d found
her.

“How old are you now, Marci? Twenty-two? Twenty-three?” I
asked.

“I don’t know. I lost track of time.”

I tried to hold in my anger over the situation so I wouldn’t scare
her. For her to make such a statement meant she’d been with
Vega’s men for a while. Or possibly someone before them.

“Then can you tell me what happened? Last I heard, your brother was
going to take you in until you were old enough to make it on your
own.” Her lower lip trembled, and she picked at her fingernails. I
reached over to place my hand over hers. “No one here will hurt you,
Marci. I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

Again, I silently added, because I damn sure felt responsible right now. If
I’d kept in touch or checked up on her, would this have
happened?

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