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(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.

 

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Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde

 

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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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.
Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
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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

 

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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.

 

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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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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.
Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts
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Author on Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok: @harleywylde

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Devil’s Fury MC, Book 12

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap

Date Published: August 25, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

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Talia — Every man in my life, including my father, has betrayed me. My
past has made me cynical, twisted my mind, and left bruises that will never
fade. Then I’m kidnapped and this big biker swoops in to save the day.
I watch as he kills four men, and the blood on his hands should terrify me.
Seeing how kind he is when rescuing everyone, how he takes charge and
won’t leave anyone behind, makes me wonder if not all men are useless.
He says I can trust him, and he wants me to stick around. I’ve always
run before, but something about this man makes me want to give him a chance.
I only hope I won’t regret it.

Ram — I left my club and never planned to go back. They thought I was
dead, and I wanted to keep it that way. But things don’t always go
according to plan. I roll up to the gates with six women in tow. One of them
I’d love to claim as my own. She’s prickly and defensive, but I
find her utterly adorable. I want to keep her, but she pushes me away. When
one of the other victims asks to stay with me, I know it’s my one
chance to convince Talia to give me a shot. Now I’ve gone from a
vigilante with no home to a family man. No matter how many men I have to
kill, I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Never again will
someone hurt those who are precious to me.

 

WARNING: Ram (Devil’s Fury MC) is intended for readers 18+ due to
adult content and situations, including human trafficking and mentions of
abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

 

 

 

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Ram

 

I’d been too late to save the young girl Vega targeted, but I
wouldn’t fail this time. The woman in his grasp looked to be no more
than nineteen years old. The way she slumped told me she’d either been
drugged or knocked unconscious. I knew Vega would do unspeakable things to
her. As much as I wanted to rip her from his arms right here and now, I knew
it was better to wait. He likely had other victims and I hoped he would lead
me to them. If at all possible, tonight I would save more than one
life.

The ink on my back felt as if it burned, a reminder of the life I’d
left behind. I hadn’t worn my club colors in more than a decade. After
I’d gone nomad, I’d disappeared, making sure my brothers
couldn’t find me. They didn’t know of my failed mission, and I
hoped they never did. Because of me, multiple lives had been lost. I knew
saving this woman and the others couldn’t make up for what I’d
done before, but it was the only way I knew of to ease the burden on my
guilty conscience.

I clung to the shadows out-of-sight, a knife gripped in my hand. The woman
let out a soft moan and I hoped she wouldn’t wake any time soon. Vega
would do whatever it took to keep her quiet, and I wanted her to suffer as
little as possible. There was no telling what he had already done to
her.

Following silently, I kept him within sight. Vega made his way through the
shady neighborhood, fast approaching the warehouses on the opposite end. I
held back as he entered the last structure on the right. The few windows I
saw were covered in dust and grime, but I knew I needed to at least try to
get a glimpse inside the building. If I had my brothers with me, things
would have been different. I didn’t know if they’d ever accept
me back again, or if they even knew I was still alive. Only Badger had kept
in touch. Confronting Vega alone wasn’t a good idea. I knew he had
multiple men working under him including extra hired muscle. Many would call
this a suicide mission. Perhaps they were right, but I didn’t care if
I died today as long as the innocent women and girls inside the building
would be safe.

Through the dirt-encrusted glass, I could see Vega and three other men. The
woman he’d carried inside was now slumped in a chair, her wrists tied
to the arms. A trickle of blood ran from her temple down the side of her
face. I wondered how else he’d hurt her. Scanning the room, I saw a
row of cages, each filled with at least one teenage girl or young woman.
None looked over the age of twenty and the youngest appeared to be near
thirteen. I couldn’t stand sick fucks like Vega.

I watched for another twenty minutes, keeping an eye on any changes. So
far, it didn’t look like Vega had other men with him. Three
didn’t seem like much for someone like him. Which meant they were
either on their way or he felt secure with such a small detail. If I had my
sniper rifle, it would have been much easier to take them out. Instead, all
I had was my nine millimeter and my knife. There was no way to end their
miserable lives without getting closer.

Part of me wanted to feel Vega’s blood and watch as the light dimmed
from his eyes. The average person might have considered him a monster, but
tonight I was the vicious thing lurking in the dark. My heart kept a steady
rhythm as I watched and waited. I knew I’d have to move before he
harmed the woman anymore, yet I couldn’t be careless and rush into
danger. Doing so would only end all our lives.

I backed away from the window as the phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling
it out I checked the screen. A familiar name flashed on the display. Badger.
Why the hell would he be calling now?

My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped farther away from the
warehouse to answer the call.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked when the call
connected.

“Why do you always have to be a dick when you answer the phone? You
could at least try not to sound sarcastic.”

“Maybe I just seem like one because we haven’t spoken in so
long. It’s not like we talk more than once every two or three years.
Is there even anyone else at the club who knows I’m still
alive?”

Badger sighed. “I got the feeling you didn’t want anyone to
know you were alive. Was I wrong? And don’t think for one second
I’m not aware of what you’ve been up to. I’ve left you
alone to do your thing, but this is news that couldn’t wait any
longer.”

My gut churned. What the hell could have possibly happened to make him say
such a thing? “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Grizzly. I don’t know how else to say it so
I’ll just spit it out. He’s gone. Died a few months ago.
I’d have called sooner but shit hit the fan around here.”

I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the loss of my ex-president. I
hadn’t seen him in over ten years. It never occurred to me the last
time I walked out would be the last chance I ever had to speak with
him.

“What happened? How did he die?” I asked.

“Too many years of bad decisions caught up to him. His health began
to decline a little while back. Finally, his body just gave out. It hit the
entire club hard, especially his daughters.”

The way he said the word daughters made me think there was something more
to it, but now wasn’t the time to ask. I could mourn Grizzly later and
ask for more details about the club. Right now, I needed to focus on the
women and girls who needed my help. Besides, I’d been gone from the
club for so long I didn’t even know any of Grizzly’s adopted
daughters. I’d heard about them from Badger previously, but it
wasn’t the same as meeting them in person.

“I appreciate the call, but now isn’t a good time. Sorry,
Badger. I’ve got to go.” I hung up before he could say another
word.

Creeping back over to the warehouse, I looked into the window again. While
I’d been on the phone, Vega had been having a bit of fun. The poor
woman tied to the chair now had multiple wounds. I could see the rise and
fall of her chest and said a silent thanks she was still alive. But I
worried she wouldn’t be for much longer. Whatever it took, I needed to
get her and the others out of there as quickly as possible.

One of Vega’s men pulled out a pack of cigarettes and headed for the
door. I knew this was my chance to take out at least one of them. When he
didn’t return, Vega would suspect something was up. It was a risk
I’d have to take.

I heard the warehouse door open and shut. Gripping my knife tightly, I
crept around the corner. I saw the flicker of the flame from his lighter,
then the soft glow from the end of a cigarette. While he remained
preoccupied, I moved swiftly on silent feet. Before the asshole had a chance
to even realize I was there, I placed my hand over his mouth and slit his
throat.

The coppery scent of his blood filled the air, and I knew it would attract
other predators, both human and animal. The clock was ticking. I leaned
against the building, melding with the shadows, and waited for my next
victim. It wasn’t long before another of Vega’s men came
outside.

“Joe, where the fuck are you? Vega is starting to get pissed. Stop
screwing around and come back inside.”

I had bad news for him. Joe wouldn’t be going back inside. He had a
one-way ticket to hell…

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.
Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
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Savage Raptors MC, Book 4

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: July 28, 2023

 

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Madison — My parents died and left me with my older brother. At one time,
he’d been a nice guy. Then he let drugs and alcohol destroy his life.
Now I walk on eggshells every day, and hope for a way out of this nightmare.
Growing up, no one wanted to be friends with the deaf girl, much less date
her. Now I’m an adult and haven’t been on a single date in my
life. I should run from the big biker called Truth… so why does he
make me feel so safe?

Truth — Women are all the same. Can’t trust them. I’ve been
screwed over enough times to know better than to fall for the lies that drip
from their lips like honey. But Madison doesn’t seem to be the same as
all the others. It’s not just because she’s deaf. There’s
a sweetness to her, a vulnerability that makes me want to protect her. I
never thought I’d get the chance, but once I find out what her brother
is up to, I’ll stop at nothing to make sure no one hurts Madison.
Whether she knows it or not, she’s mine.

 

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

 

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EXCERPT

I stashed my purse and stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. I splashed
water on my face, used a wet paper towel to wipe down my arms and the back
of my neck, then cleaned my armpits. Thankfully I kept a small bag stashed
here with some deodorant and body spray. I used both before smoothing my
hair and went to get a cup of coffee. I poured the strong brew and peered at
the choices in the glass cabinet.

Mrs. Johnson caught my attention and signed her question. What will it be
this morning?

I signed and spoke my answer, even though I knew my voice could be loud and
off-putting to some people. “Blueberry.”

She smiled and gave me a nod. Once she’d plated the muffin for me, I
took my breakfast to the office and got started on my work. I paused between
tasks to nibble on the muffin and take a swallow or two of coffee before
getting back to it. I helped with her bookkeeping, inventory, and organized
her files. As Mrs. Johnson once said, she loved the people and baking part
of her business, but not so much the rest of it.

I couldn’t call the vendors for her, but I did tackle the emails that
came through, and I maintained her store website. In fact, I needed to go
snap a few pictures for the shop’s social media accounts. I grabbed my
phone and peered out into the front of the shop. Only two men stood at the
counter, both wearing the black leather vests of the local motorcycle
club.

Even though they made me a little nervous, I pasted a smile on my face and
stepped out front. Neither one acknowledged me, even though I did feel
someone’s eyes watching me as I took a few pictures. If it
hadn’t been for Mrs. Johnson’s frantic waving, which I caught
from the corner of my eye, the shouted hey would have scared the crap out of
me. While it wasn’t as loud to me as it would be for others, I still
hadn’t expected to hear someone speaking behind me. And for his voice
to come through so clearly, I knew he’d yelled the word.

I paused and turned to face the men. One of them was speaking, but he was
talking so fast, I couldn’t catch everything. I had a hearing aid in
one ear, which allowed me to hear a small amount. Still, I relied heavily on
lip reading and sign language. Except this man’s mouth was covered by
a moustache and beard. I couldn’t make out what he was saying. I tried
to turn my hearing aid up a little.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I said. The
man’s eyebrows rose, and he came closer, moving slowly. Had he not
realized I was deaf? I’d thought that was what Mrs. Johnson had been
so frantic about.

“Why are you taking pictures?” he asked slowly, making sure to
enunciate each word, and speaking loudly.

I showed him my phone, where I’d been in the process of loading a few
images to Instagram for the Etta Mae’s account. I turned so he could
watch as I typed, added my hashtags, then posted the images. Next, I did the
same for Facebook and Twitter. I’d save TikTok for another time, since
I’d need to create a video of the items on display. I never liked
doing that when people were present.

The other man came over and started signing. He didn’t mean to scare
you. We didn’t realize you couldn’t hear.

I signed my response back. It’s okay.

“Can you say that out loud?” the first man asked. “I
don’t know how to use sign language.”

“I said it’s okay.” The way Mrs. Johnson winced, I knew
my volume had been a little too loud. “Sorry.”

“I’m Truth,” the man said. “And this is
Knuckles.”

The one he called Knuckles signed his answer as Truth spoke. So I did the
same, both speaking and signing. “I’m Madison.”

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Harley Wylde is an International Bestselling Author of MC Romances. When
Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off-the-charts sex,
commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk
dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the
right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the
world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives
her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what
they deserve.

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Savage Raptors MC, Book 3 – A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: June 23, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

 

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Casey — It’s been a year since I showed up on my dad’s doorstep with my
surprise, you have a daughter bomb. He took me in. Gave me the first true
home and family I’ve ever had. But now I want more. There’s been one man
who’s always watching over me. Maui. He’s one of the club’s officers, and so
much older than me. To me, age is just a number. Does he feel the same? Or
is he only taking care of me because I’m his President’s daughter? With
Maui, I want everything, but will he want someone as broken as me?

Maui — I told myself I was too old for her. Tried to just be her friend.
Then I hear her screaming in her sleep, and I realize what types of monsters
she’s been fighting on her own. She needs me, and I need her. Whatever it
takes, Casey and her baby will be mine. But first, I need to get a little
bloody because there’s no way I’m letting anyone live after they’ve hurt my
family. I’ll wipe them off the face of the earth so Casey won’t be scared
anymore. I hope she accepts the darker side of me. Either way, she’s mine
and I’m hers.

 

WARNING: Content intended for adult readers. Maui contains darker subjects
which might trigger some readers, as well as violence and bad language.
Guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating. No cliffhanger.

 

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Everyone thought Casey would be excited to celebrate her birthday. The
young woman I’d been watching didn’t look like today was the
least bit special. She’d been through hell. If anyone had a right to
not feel like celebrating, it was her. She’d shown up at the
clubhouse, seventeen and pregnant, and I knew it had been a big blow for her
dad. The Pres had never mentioned having a woman, or a kid. I wondered how
long it had festered inside him, hiding all the pain of losing his
family.

During the time I’d spent with Casey since she arrived, I’d
learned quite a bit about her. Like the fact she’d never really
celebrated her birthday, wouldn’t divulge the name of the guy
who’d knocked her up, and she planned to live her life for her
daughter. She’d taken on a lot of responsibility, and I’d done
my best to help her shoulder some of it.

Which was why I found myself on her porch, with Rebel. Atilla and Solena
had sent us over with a note. Basically, we were to let her pick who she
wanted to spend the day with, then give her a memorable birthday. Just not
memorable enough to have Atilla threaten our lives. He’d already made
sure we knew what would happen if we touched his precious daughter.

“You going to knock?” Rebel asked.

“You do it.” I was an asshole. Why did I make him knock?
Because if we woke up Casey, I didn’t want to be the one at
fault.

She opened the door and looked like she might drop at any second.

“Hey, guys. Did Dad send you over to get me?”

Rebel flashed her his signature grin, guaranteed to drop panties, and I
fought the urge to throat punch him. Instead, I shoved my hands in my
pockets and let him dig his own grave. She didn’t look ready to handle
his bullshit today.

“You have a choice,” Rebel said. “The note explains
it.”

He handed her the envelope. I knew what was inside. A birthday card from
her dad and Solena, along with a message from each. I’d read it as
they’d written it earlier. Atilla had kept things somewhat simple. You
have a choice to make. I asked Rebel to take you to dinner, dancing, and
make sure you had the best birthday ever.

Then there was Solena’s message, which was why I hadn’t dressed
up too much before coming over. Unlike Rebel, who’d styled his hair,
doused himself in cologne, and gone all out. Solena was on my side, and her
message proved it. Maui is there to give you whatever you really need for
your birthday. I doubt it’s a night out on the town like your dad
thinks. But you should know both were threatened with death and
dismemberment if they laid a hand on you.

Casey snickered after reading the card. Good. She needed to laugh
more.

“So, which of us will you be spending the night with?” Rebel
asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. She shook her head at his
antics. If he wasn’t such a nice guy, I’d have been tempted to
kick his ass right off the porch.

“I hate to disappoint you both, but…”

“You aren’t up for going out,” I said. That meant I had a
better shot at spending time with her than Rebel. “When did you last
sleep?”

“I sleep every night,” she muttered.

“You know what I mean,” I said. “Don’t be a
smartass.”

She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. “Becca had a fever, and
she’s still having reflux. I still have to be careful if I don’t
want her to throw up her food.”

“She’s eight months now, isn’t she?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m starting to get her mashed up banana, yogurt, and
other things like that. Those do better with her than the pureed baby food.
Do the two of you want to come in?” Casey asked.

Rebel shook his head. Smart man. “I think I’ll head out. I hope
you’ve had a happy birthday, Casey. I’ll take you out for lunch
sometime soon.”

Sure he would. Over my dead body. As much as I didn’t want to be one
of those asshole cavemen, when it came to Casey, all bets were off. I
didn’t like how close she’d gotten with Rebel. At the same time,
I knew she needed the support of everyone around her. It felt like I was
caught between a rock and a hard place.

He waved as he stepped off the porch and wandered off into the night. I
studied Casey, wondering if she was still okay with me going inside.
She’d never turned me away, but typically I came over to help with
Becca. Tonight, it would only be the two of us. I’d heard Atilla
offered to babysit. Had he already picked her up? Lately, it felt like
something was building between me and Casey, but I didn’t know if it
was wishful thinking on my part. Casey could have any man she wanted.

For a lot of people, the age gap between us would be too much. As far as I
was concerned, it was just a number. Who the hell cared? As long as it
didn’t bother Casey, then I was fine with it. Her dad might take a
little convincing, although he tried not to be too overbearing after not
being part of her life for so long. As he often said, she’d grown up
just fine without his input.

“You coming in?” she asked, taking a step back.

“Where’s Becca?” I scanned the room as I entered her tiny
home. Solena had mentioned babysitting, but it didn’t mean they
already had her. I’d assumed it was only Casey at home right now, but
it might not be the case. If Becca was here, I wasn’t about to send
her away.

“She’s sleeping at Dad’s tonight. Now I know why he took
her.” She patted my arm. “I really appreciate you wanting to
take me out for my birthday. I’m sorry I’m not up for
it.”

“It’s your day, Casey. Which means we do whatever you want.
Looks to me like you need some help around here more than you need dinner
and a movie. Although, there’s no reason we can’t still do that
right here.” I rolled up my shirt sleeves. She could relax while I
cleaned, cooked, and prepared a special night for her.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.

“Go take a hot bath or a nap. Your choice. I’ll pick up around
here and get dinner going. Any requests?” I asked.

“No. Anything is fine.” She paused before going into her room.
“Solena brought over a cake this morning. We can have some for
dessert. It has fruit filling and whipped frosting.”

“Already had some?” I smiled, picturing her digging into the
cake. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. So damn cute. “Go relax.
I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

I picked up what little trash I found in the main living areas, emptied her
kitchen garbage can, loaded the dishwasher, and dug through the cabinets to
figure out what I’d cook. I’d just preheated the oven when my
phone started vibrating in my pocket. I’d turned the ringer off, not
wanting anyone to disturb my time with Casey.

Wire’s name flashed across the screen, and I knew I needed to take
the call.

“Find something?” I asked. It had been months, and so far,
neither he nor Lavender had dug up anything. Except they said the
guy’s record was too clean, as in it had been doctored by
someone.

“Maybe. We know who his closest friends were back then. They
aren’t quite as clean as Casey’s ex. One is currently doing time
for rape. Another left the country, and the third is still in the same town
as Casey’s ex. They have a beer together at least once a
week.”

“That’s all?” I asked.

“Lavender has an idea who cleaned the kid’s records. If she can
get in touch with the hacker responsible, and feel him out, we might be able
to put a few pieces of the puzzle together. Just don’t hold your
breath.”

I whistled. “Man, you mean to tell me there’s something the two
of you can’t do? I’m in shock right now.”

“Shut it, fucker. We aren’t getting any younger, and some of
the fresh blood out there is nearly as good as we were at their age. Give
them time, and a few might surpass us.”

“Keep me posted. It’s her eighteenth birthday today, so
I’m at her place making dinner. If I don’t answer, I’ll
call back when I can.”

“Understood.”

I ended the call and put my phone away before working on dinner again.
I’d found bell pepper and onion in the fridge, as well as hamburger
meat and shredded cheese. While Casey didn’t seem to have any taco
shells, I’d found some taco bowls. I baked them in the oven while I
browned the meat and veggies, seasoning it enough to add some flavor without
making it too strong for Casey. Cilantro lime rice was the next thing to
start. Dinner might not be fancy, but I knew it was something she liked,
since I’d made it for her before. Unless she’d lied to spare my
feelings. Too late to worry about it now.

Once everything was done, I set the table and called out to her.

“Casey, dinner is done.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.

I hadn’t realized she’d come out of her room and gone into the
bathroom until I heard the water sloshing before the sound of the tub
draining. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself. The thought of her
standing just one room away, and naked, had my cock’s full attention.
Last thing I needed was to sport wood when she came out of there. She might
very well run screaming from the house.

Since I’d never cared much for sweet tea, Casey always kept some soda
stocked. She’d offered to keep beer in the fridge for the times I
dropped by, but I wasn’t a big drinker. Not to mention I didn’t
want to drink around Becca. My brother had driven his car off the side of a
winding highway, down an embankment, and into the ocean. He’d been
drunk off his ass and the accident had kept me from alcohol for a long time.
I had the occasional drink with my club brothers, but it didn’t happen
often.

I set out a soda for me and a glass of tea for Casey. She came to the table
wearing an off-the-shoulder top and leggings. Barefoot. The woman was
driving me crazy, and she wasn’t even trying.

About the Author

Harley Wylde is an International Bestselling Author of MC Romances. When
Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off-the-charts sex,
commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk
dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the
right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the
world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives
her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what
they deserve.

Author’s Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook: @harleywylde

Author on Twitter: @HarleyW_Writer

Publisher on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram: @changelingpress

 

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