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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | November 7, 2023 · 5:00 am

ICE Teaser Tuesday

(Bones MC 14): A Bones MC Romance

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: November 10, 2023

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Ice — The second to last thing I expected when Cain called Church was for
him to resign as president of Bones. The last thing I expected was to be
voted in as president myself. So when I found myself on a rescue mission for
the daughter of the Devil himself? Well. I wasn’t surprised at all.
What did surprise me was the woman herself. Sure, I’d met her on more
than one occasion, but the teenage girl I’d seen a couple of years
before is definitely not the woman I pull out of the rushing water when she
gets stranded in the middle of a hurricane.

Dawn — Coming home during a hurricane isn’t one of the smartest
things I’ve ever done. Neither is getting mixed up with the man who
was the reason for me taking such a risk. So when I’m stranded with
water overtaking my car, I thought I’d finally tempted fate for the
last time. Until my guardian angel plucks me from the water and saves me. In
more ways than one. He’s the new president of Bones MC and a man I
can’t deny I want with every fiber of my being.

WARNING: Ice features a protective hero, a determined heroine and includes
graphic violence and adult situations that may be triggers for some readers.
Eventual happy ending and no cheating, as always.

Excerpt

Marteeka Karland

“Dawn!” The man had to raise his voice over the wind though we
weren’t to the point where he had to yell. Yet. “We need to get
back to my ride.” I looked up at the man who held my arm in a firm but
gentle grip. He was gruff and insistent, and I thought I recognized
him.

“Cliff?”

“Yeah. They call me Ice now. I’m takin’ you back to the
Salvation’s Bane clubhouse. Are you injured?”

I shook my head. “No. Just wet. I’m sorry I left the
car.”

“The storm surge is starting. With high tide coming, the
water’s gonna rise fast. You didn’t have a choice.” He
took off his rain jacket and put it around me, helping me thread my arms
through it before zipping it up and pulling the hood over my head. He
tightened down the laces so the wind wouldn’t immediately blow it
off.

“We’ve got to go three blocks that way.” He pointed in
the direction he wanted to take me. “All you have to do is stay on
your feet and keep your head down. Can you do that for me?” Looking up
into his face, I nodded. “Good. Let’s go.”

Ice had a firm grip on my hand as he led the way. We moved quickly through
the flooded streets, the water now up to our knees and rising fast. The wind
was howling around us. Even though he’d tightened it almost
uncomfortably, my hood didn’t last two seconds once we were out of the
relative shelter of the doorway. My hair whipped into my face, making it
almost impossible to see where we were going. But Ice was a strong presence
beside me, guiding me through the chaos with a steady hand and a sure sense
of direction. Every so often, he would lean in close to my ear to be heard
over the wind, giving me a few words of encouragement or advice.

“Keep your head down, Dawn! We’re almost there!”

I nodded, gritting my teeth against the driving rain and pushing on through
the water. My legs were aching with my effort and my clothes were soaked
through, but I refused to give up. I trusted in Ice and his ability to get
us both to safety because my dad trusted him. No one failed my dad. Not if
they wanted to live.

Finally, after what felt like hours of trudging through the water, we
reached a parking garage. Ice took me up one level to the second floor. It
was low to the ground but up high enough to keep us out of the water. I
hoped.

He led me to the Bronco I’d been expecting and opened the back.
“I’ve got some dry clothes and food. Might be too big for you
but you’ll be warm and dry.”

Exhausted, I slumped against the vehicle, breathing hard. Once we’d
made it to the parking garage, the going had been much easier, but the wind
still howled through the structure and I was spent.

Ice opened the back of the truck. The tailgate swung out and he urged me
behind it. He stood on the other side and turned his back, effectively
guarding the open side from prying eyes. Surprisingly, the place seemed
deserted. I’d have thought there would be other people taking shelter,
but the town was small. Maybe they got everyone evacuated or to an actual
shelter before the storm started.

He turned his head to the side, not looking at me, but like he was trying
to see if I was moving. I wasn’t.

“You good?”

“I-I d-don’t know.”

Carefully, Ice turned farther until he saw I was still dressed, then he
turned all the way and stepped closer to me. “You’re safe, Dawn.
I swear I’ll keep you safe. I’ll protect you with my
life.” Intense, dark eyes bore into my own. He was so tall and big, he
loomed over me. I should have been intimidated but I wasn’t.

It was in that moment I realized why my dad trusted Ice so much. He was
capable, strong, and fiercely loyal. He was also my calm in the middle of
this storm. Literally. I also knew that like Cain and El Diablo, Ice was
every bit as capable and sure of himself as they were. As I looked up at
him, I saw a flicker of something in his gaze that made my heart race.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the wind and the
rain.

Ice’s hand found my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Trust me
to see you through this. Yes?” I nodded. “Good. Get some dry
clothes on. I’ve got your back.”

As I looked up into his face, one strangled sob escaped me. I thought he
might look disgruntled or annoyed. Instead, Ice’s eyes got big and he
rocked backward like he was going to step away from me. Then he shook his
head and reached for me.

“Come here, honey.”

Having Ice pull me into his arms was the very last thing I expected. He
surrounded me with his big frame, those strong arms holding me tightly when
I felt like I was going to fragment into a million pieces.

I wanted to break down. Wanted to let the fear wash through me so I could
cleanse myself of it. Get it out of my system. But this was only the
beginning. I knew the worst was yet to come, and that was assuming we could
get out of this stupid parking garage and to the Salvation’s Bane
clubhouse.

“Take some deep breaths for me.” His gruff voice was oddly
soothing. His arms around me kept me grounded when I knew I was so in over
my head — literally — there was no way I could fight this on my own. I
could feel the heavy muscles of his chest where I had my cheek on his wet
shirt. The water was hot from the heat of his skin and as he rubbed one hand
gently up and down my back, the tension lessened inside me somewhat.

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. This is a pretty scary situation.”

Strangely, I felt a laugh bubble up in my throat. “You can say that
again.”

He grunted, holding me a few seconds longer before pulling back. “You
can do this, Dawn. Get some dry clothes on and I’ll do the same. Then
we’ll check in with Thorn and Ripper. They’re keeping an eye on
the weather minute by minute.”

“I think Shotgun is too.”

“I’m sure he is. Likely, he and Ripper are in constant contact,
conferring with each other and figuring out the best course of action for
us. They’ll get me the most accurate information they can, and
I’ll decide what we do next.”

Again, I nodded. “OK.” I took another breath. “OK. I can
do this.”

He nodded sharply at me. “Of course, you can. You’re El
Diablo’s daughter.” He raised his chin looking proud. Of me?
Then he turned his back so I could have some privacy.

About the Author

International bestselling author Marteeka Karland leads a double life as an
erotic romance writer by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife by day.
Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight
entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that
elicit a sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
Marteeka’s latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her
website. Don’t forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you
with a potpourri of Teeka’s beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph
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Author on Instagram & TikTok: @marteekakarland

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 10, 2023 · 5:00 am

Wylde Teaser Tuesday

(Iron Tzars MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: October 13, 2023

Danica — Wylde’s an incorrigible flirt. I know he acts like
he’s a player, but I’ve seen another side of him. Kids from all
over the area flock to him because he’s Wylde — the guru of all
things electronic. He has endless patience with the teens looking to learn
his skill in video games, but he has none with adults. I love his twisted,
sarcastic sense of humor, and that streak of protectiveness he shows on
occasion. He’s wicked smart and I love watching him use his
intelligence and his wit. Plus he’s hotter than sin. So I flirt
back.

Wylde — I’ve got it bad. I come to the coffee shop just to be near
Danica. The tiny barista has more heart than most people I’ve met. But
she’s the kind of woman who’ll want forever, and that’s
not me. But when I realize the danger she and her sisters are in, I’ll
do whatever’s necessary to keep them safe. Once Danica knows what
I’m capable of, I know she’ll run screaming into the night, and
I’ll never see her again.

WARNING: Wylde features a protective hero, a determined heroine and
includes graphic violence and adult situations that may be triggers for some
readers. Eventual happy ending and no cheating, as always.

EXCERPT

Wylde

“I’ll take a double ristretto with iced vanilla double shot and
organic chocolate brownie decaf, please.”

The line behind me groaned.

One guy grumbled from behind me, “Some of us got places to
be!”

“Yeah,” someone else volunteered. “You shouldn’t
get something so complicated when the line’s so long.”

I just grinned, loving the disgruntled mutterings. Did my heart good.
“It’s amazing what you can wait for when you’re, you know,
early. My recommendation to people in a hurry is to start earlier. Then
you’re not in such a rush.” I leaned in over the counter for a
stage whisper at the woman getting ready to serve me. “Too much stress
can lead to gas.”

The young woman gave me a star struck smile, eating me up with her eyes and
actually licking her lips. What can I say? I have that effect on women. Even
if this one was a little young for my tastes.

“That was a… double… uh… and vanilla…
decaf?” She graced me with a dreamy smile. The girl had no clue what
she was doing, but I wasn’t about to push her. Mainly because I saw
the one person in the whole place who could make this situation
better.

Danica James stepped behind the counter as she tied her apron around her
slender waist. She rolled her eyes, giving me a look that said I was being a
drama queen again. Instead of saying anything, she pulled out a big mug with
the coffee shop’s logo on it and filled it full of black coffee.

“Anything else, Wylde?”

I grinned as I paid for the cup and the coffee. “Nope. Thanks,
Danica.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the tip jar pointedly. “Just put
the tip in, Wylde. See how it feels.”

Yeah, we had a thing going. And I always waited until she said it before I
put in my tip. She always said it.

“What? Is that it?”

“Asshole.”

Yeah, the groans behind me were amusing as shit.

“You’re welcome.” I threw up a hand and headed back to my
table where I’d set up my laptop for the morning. I loved coming here.
Not for the glacially slow Internet or the stimulating company that amused
me so much. Hell, I didn’t even come for the coffee, though it was the
best in town. No. I came for Danica James.

The woman was sin and sex with a snarky attitude. She knew my drink as well
as my moods and accommodated both. If I were the kind of man looking for a
woman for my own, it would probably be Danica. Not only was she beautiful
and sassy, but she was kind, as well. I’d seen her giving out the
leftover pastries to a few homeless people who hung out a couple of blocks
from Henry’s Coffee Shop on multiple occasions. I’d also seen
her paying for them out of her tips so her boss didn’t get in a twist.
I made sure to contribute as much as I could and not look like a creepy
stalker. I also was pretty sure she knew what I was doing.

An hour later, I was banging away on a Discord channel I frequented,
helping noobs learn to play Fortnite. The other barista approached me, a big
smile on her face. She’d loosened a couple of buttons on her top so I
had a good view of her cleavage. Which, I admit, was a pretty good view. But
she wasn’t my style. Mainly because she was star struck by my good
looks, tattoos, and quite possibly my Titan GT77, but I didn’t think
so. She might surprise me, but didn’t strike me as the computer geek
type.

“Hey, Wylde.” She smiled and set a large black coffee next to
my empty mug. “Want me to freshen up your mug?”

I glanced at the cup she’d just set in front of me. “I think
I’m good. I’ll come to the bar if I need something.” I
smiled to take the sting out, but honestly, I could care less if she got
offended. She wasn’t stupid… exactly… she was just young
and thought she could lead guys around by their dicks. I’d seen it a
few times since she started. I’d also overheard her telling her
girlfriends she could get me into bed with a crook of her finger. I had to
chuckle at that.

Her smile faltered. “I was just being nice.”

I sighed and looked up from the chat session I was in. Normally, I’d
have my headphones on using voice chat, but it was crowded and I
didn’t want to disturb anyone. I could be a bastard, but I
wasn’t a complete asshole. Most of the time.

“Look, kid. I’m sure you’re nice and all, but you
ain’t my type. Tell your friends I’m gay or something if you
think it will help you save face. But I’m not interested.
‘K?”

All right. So maybe I was a complete asshole. Wasn’t the first time.
Wouldn’t be the last.

The girl stomped her foot. “You don’t have to be so
rude.” Then she turned and flounced off.

“Making friends, I see.”

Danica grinned at me from where she was wiping down a table while Little
Miss Thang had moved back behind the bar. She glared furiously at me before
going back to her phone.

I grinned at Danica. “I do my best.”

She snorted. “Right. You do your best to piss as many people off as
you can. Pretty sure you think they’ve made pissing people off an
Olympic sport, and you’re determined to win gold.”

I barked out a laugh. Which got Little Miss Thang back to glaring at me.
Only now, her anger spilled over to Danica. That wasn’t happening. I
met her gaze while I continued my conversation with Danica. The look I gave
her was probably not very pleasant.

“Well, you know what they say. Better pissed off than pissed on. I
mean, that’s not really my thing, but I could do it. Honestly, though,
she didn’t take the hint so I had to go the not-so-subtle
route.”

“Just be careful of your coffee if Jordan serves it. Not saying
she’d put laxative in it. Not not saying it either. Or maybe
salt.” She looked off, as if pondering which would be worse. “I
think I’d prefer the laxative.”

I sketched her a two-fingered salute and we both went about our business.
It was one of many reasons I liked Danica. She knew when to leave a man
alone, and she didn’t throw herself at me either. Hell, I knew she
wanted me. What woman wouldn’t? But she never let on like she did.
Which, I’ll admit, was part of the draw. It was also the reason I
didn’t pursue her. Once the chase was over, I’d get bored and
she’d get hurt. That was the last thing I wanted.

About the Author

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated
housewife by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes
pleasure in spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited,
vulnerable heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a
blissful ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her
writings are speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning
delight entwined with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying
conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.

Author on Instagram & TikTok: @marteekakarland

Author on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/experiencethemagicmk

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

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

Cyrus Teaser Tuesday

Iron Tzars MC, Book 8

MC Club Romance

Date Published: September 8, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press

Odette — My life has gone down the toilet. I accidentally got myself
involved with a married man and had an… accident. Don’t get me
wrong, I didn’t love the cheating bastard, but I hate that I got
played. Naturally I did what any self-respecting eighteen year old would do.
I went to a karaoke bar and got wasted. Not my finest moment. So, when I
land in the arms of a man I’ve fantasized over for the past two years,
I’m not even surprised. My luck is just that bad.

Cyrus — The first time I met Odette she was only sixteen and already more
trouble than I knew what to do with. She’d been about to make a
mistake with a prospect from her brother’s club when I intervened. The
next time I see her, two years later, she’s singing like an angel,
drunk off her ass. I have to get her out of that bar. Taking her home with
me to our club doctor feels like the right thing to do. Deciding she’s
mine to care for and protect might make me a possessive bastard, but I
don’t like the word no so I’m not giving her the chance to
object.

WARNING: Graphic violence and adult situations that may be triggers for
some readers. Features a protective hero and a determined heroine. Eventual
happy ending and NO cheating, as always.

EXCERPT

Cyrus

Odette Muse was trouble with a capital T-R-O-U-B-L-E. She was also the much
younger half-sister of a man I knew when we were in the Air Force together.
Last I heard, he still lived in Palm Beach, Florida, and rode with a club
called Salvation’s Bane. I’d met Odette there where she was
trying to sneak into the compound with a prospect she was way too good for.
At sixteen she’d been a free spirit. In love with life and all the
pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. That had only been two years ago, but
it was a memory that was clear as fucking crystal. I’d stopped her
from fucking that prospect by dragging her back to her brother, but I had no
doubt she’d found someone else. Hopefully a man more worthy of her
beauty and passion. As well as closer to her own fucking age. Though now, at
eighteen, I suppose it didn’t matter as much.

I clenched my fists as I made my way toward the stage like I was in a
trance. Emotions were elusive for me. Things better left in a sealed box
inside my mind. Not today. Rage like nothing I’d ever experienced
poured through me like molten lava. Hot and viscous. It clung to my insides
and seared me from the inside out as I watched other men watching her.
Touching her when she danced near them as she sang fucking karaoke. I
wasn’t good with emotions. Mine or anyone else’s. So this punch
to the gut was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.

Odette was better than this. She should sing her own songs. Be in a famous
band. Anything other than being the main entertainment at fucking karaoke
night in a backwoods bar. I was torn between jerking her off the stage and
taking her out back to spank her delectable ass, or killing any motherfucker
who touched her. Maybe I’d do both.

I’d just reached the stage when the song ended. She stood there with
a huge smile on her face, holding a microphone while she waved at the
cheering crowd. Odette jumped straight up, throwing her arms in the air in
joy, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. What the fuck
was she doing here? And why wouldn’t Blade give us a heads-up if he
knew his sister was coming this way?

She stumbled sideways and nearly fell on her ass. Thank God I was there to
catch her or she’d have broken her fool neck falling from the stage.
Like she hadn’t just fallen off the stage right into a strange
man’s arms, Odette laughed and threw her arms around my neck. I could
smell the alcohol on her the second she dropped into my arms but also her
own faint scent of honeysuckle. That scent had haunted me ever since the
first day I met Odette.

The little nymph buried her face in my neck and inhaled. “Ain’t
smelled a man like you since I tried to nail me a biker.” God, that
sultry voice! The woman had me hard as a fucking rock with just her fucking
voice. And her scent. And the softness of her skin. The crowd roared and the
people next to us pawed at her. She seemed oblivious as she nuzzled her face
against my skin. “So delicious…”

“Snap out of it, Odette!” I growled at her. No clue if she
heard me or not, but I doubted she did. Even if it wasn’t so loud I
couldn’t hear myself think in there, especially once another song
started up and the next singer belted out her song as loud as Odette had, I
was pretty sure Odette was completely wasted. Anything I said or did until
she sobered up would be a waste of time and breath.

About the Author

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka
Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and
totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination
since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout
her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and
irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

Author’s Instagram and Twitter: @MarteekaKarland

Publisher on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram: @changelingpress

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | July 11, 2023 · 5:00 am

RAGE Teaser Tuesday

A Bones MC Romance

(Iron Tzars MC 6)

Romantic Suspense / Motorcycle Club Romance / Age Gap

Date Published: July 14, 2023

Pepper — I’m in so much trouble. Though I’ve been with Dustin
since I was sixteen, he’s not the man I thought he was. In fact,
he’s turned into my worst nightmare. Afraid for the life of my
daughter, I run to the only man I trusted with my daughter’s
protection. Rage. He’s Dustin’s half-brother and the scariest
man I know. He’s been on the outer edges of my life for four years,
always there bailing Dustin out of one mess or another. Also, he hates
me.

Rage — Calm, cool, and collected ain’t my forte. Especially when
there’s danger to someone I care about. So when I find out my brother
has threatened his girlfriend and their newborn daughter, you’d think
I’d be torn between believing the accusations and defending my
brother. Truth is, I’d believe Pepper over Dustin any day of the week.
She’s the reason I stuck around after Dustin and his mother got back
on their feet after my dad died. From the moment I saw Pepper, I knew she
was mine. Good things are worth waiting for, sure, but I’m done
waiting. Especially when she drops the baby off in my car and intends on
sacrificing herself to save Dustin’s sorry hide. Not on my
watch.

WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human
trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers.
Features a grumpy hero and a feisty heroine. Eventual happy ending and NO
cheating, as always.

EXCERPT

Pepper

I was taking a huge gamble, but I honestly had no idea what else to do.
Everyone in town knew about the Iron Tzars, so finding their compound
wasn’t hard. The only problem was going to be getting inside and
leaving without someone seeing me. The place was locked down like Fort Knox.
I finally settled on leaving my precious cargo and a note outside the gate.
It wasn’t ideal, but there was no way to get in and out without having
to answer questions, and I couldn’t afford that.

Waiting until I knew someone was headed toward the gate, I left the infant
car seat with the attached canopy pulled up to protect her from the sun
while it sat beside the gate. After draping a bright red blanket over it, I
went to hide in the bushes. Thankfully, there was a large shade tree where
the heat wouldn’t be bad and the sun would be blocked. My heart broke
as I hurried to move into the woods surrounding the place. I’d done
this dozens of times while preparing to make the drop. I could watch from a
safe distance without being seen. The second someone stopped and found my
sweet daughter, I could hurry deeper into the woods until I made it to the
ATV I had stashed next to a dirt road. From there, I’d do my best to
disappear.

Now I watched from the shadows in the fading light as a man and woman on a
motorcycle stopped next to the car seat I’d left at that gate.
I’d left my heart sound asleep in the form of my daughter, and the
terror of the past three weeks finally caught up with me. Tears came in
waves of grief, despair, and fear I was barely able to choke back. The only
thing that saved me from openly sobbing was knowing it was imperative that I
not be discovered. The second the woman picked up the small bundle inside
the carrier, I turned and fled.

This had been my only option. The only guarantee my daughter would be safe.
The note inside would explain it all. I only hoped that the man who the note
was meant for would forgive me. After all, he was my daughter’s uncle.
The older brother of the man who’d taken my virginity, gotten me
pregnant, then tried to kill the baby because he thought I’d ratted
him out. The joke was on him, though. I hadn’t been the one to tell
his boss he’d been skimming money from the company. That had been his
other woman. The one I’d known about but hadn’t cared enough to
do anything about because if he was with her, he left me alone.

My plan had been perfectly executed. They’d taken Cassie inside with
them. They might still turn her over to social services, but I didn’t
think so. That wasn’t who Dustin’s brother was. He’d been
against me getting with Dustin, but had warned Dustin to make sure the baby
was taken care of. My letter explained everything. How he’d been
right. How I wasn’t right for his brother, and how things had gone so
horribly wrong in our lives. Now, Cassie’s only hope for a decent
future rested with her uncle. He was abrasive and straight-talking.
He’d never wanted me around but was protective of those he considered
his. Cassandra might not be his, but she was his blood.

Who was I kidding? I was betting my daughter’s future on a man I
barely knew. One who hated me. The man they called… Rage.

* * *

Rage

“Church!” Sting snapped. The anger on his face gave me pause.
As a rule, I was the hot-headed one in the club. It’s one reason I got
my name. But something was seriously off. Then I saw Sting’s woman,
Iris. There were tears in her eyes and… a baby in her arms?

For some reason, that set off alarm bells in my head. There was no reason
for me to think this was about me, but I knew it was. My suspicions were
confirmed when Sting walked to me and handed me an envelope. It had been
opened, and the contents were sticking out at one corner. When I raised my
eyebrow, he gave me a hard look.

“Baby turns up at the club doorstep, privacy goes out the
window.”

“Well, the baby ain’t mine. Sure of that,” I grumbled as
I opened the letter and skimmed the contents. My eyes got wide, and my heart
rate accelerated. “Motherfuck…” So I started over and
read it carefully.

Virgil,

I’m sorry. I know you never wanted me with your brother. You were
right, though not about what you probably thought. Having a baby definitely
wasn’t a reason to stay together. Dustin’s into something bad
with his job. I didn’t know until it all blew up and he thought I was
the one who turned him in. I can take care of myself, but I can’t risk
Cassandra.

I’m giving her to you to protect. Even if I run with her,
she’ll be in danger. From Dustin’s associates. Maybe even Dustin
himself. Despite this rocky beginning, she deserves a happy, safe life. The
kind of life I can’t give her now. Please give it to her, however you
see fit.

You told me the last time we spoke you had no ill will toward me and that
if I needed anything for the baby to tell you. I’m taking you at your
word and coming to you with this now. You’re the only person I believe
can keep her safe. From the people Dustin works for. From Dustin. From
me.

I’ll never ask you for anything again and I’ll never come back
and try to take her from you. Once this has passed, if I’m still
alive, I’d like to talk with you. To see how she’s doing. If
it’s too much for you to have a daughter on your own and you
didn’t think it best to give her to social services, I’ll be
happy to be her mother once again, but only if that’s your wish.

Please be what she needs since I can’t.

I’m so sorry, Virgil.

Pepper.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” I crumpled the paper
in my fist, anger washing through me. “What the shit’s
goin’ on?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out. Starting with
Church.” Sting raised his voice, calling out to two of our best
trackers. “Walker. Shooter. Need the two of you to scout the area.
Lookin’ for the woman who left the kid outside the gate. Doubt
she’s gotten far. Find her. Bring her here.”

“You sure she’s even still in the area, Prez?”
Shooter’s voice was quiet as he asked the question. “Might have
dropped the kid and split.”

I immediately answered, not even having to think about it. “No.
She’d never leave her kid unattended out in the open like that. She
was watching from a distance. Close enough she could intervene if she needed
to.”

Sting gave me a hard look. “You sure? Any woman who gives a baby away
–”

“I’m fuckin’ sure.” My anger was spiking. This was
such horseshit! “Pepper ain’t that kinda woman. That little girl
was her entire world from the moment she found out she’d gotten
knocked up. She’s got a good fuckin’ reason for what she’s
doin’.”

“Good.” Sting nodded at Walker and Shooter. “Men, go
hunting.”

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Walker Teaser Tuesday

(Iron Tzars MC)

Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

Date Published: June 9, 2023

Blossom — My life is about as complicated as it can get. To fulfill his
political aspirations, my stepfather has decided to sell me to a man who can
take him to the governor’s seat. He’s always been abusive,
demanding I be perfect in public, silent in private, and obey him in all
things. After we moved to Evansville, Indiana, I spent months trying to find
the perfect protector, looking for the biggest, bravest, meanest man I could
find. Then I meet Walker from the motorcycle club, Iron Tzars. He’s
everything I need, everything I want, and nothing I can handle. But
he’s the one. And I’m determined for him to make me his.

Walker — I’m emotionally unavailable, a mean bastard on the best of
days. Serving my country as a Dog Handler for the Army, finding explosives
meant to kill my fellow soldiers and innocent people, left me with emotional
scars I never thought I’d get over. I lost my fiancée, my
partner, and my ability to empathize with anything. Hell, I even refused to
name the dog that took up with me and refused to leave, simply calling her
Dog. Then this lost little waif worms her way into a compound full of
hardasses who never allow outsiders. Of all the men in this club, the little
fool sets her sights on me. Time to set her straight. Only, I might have
gone too far. If Blossom doesn’t survive this, it’s on me. And I
might have accidentally fallen for her.

EXCERPT

Walker

Downing the shot of Jack I’d just poured for myself, I did my best to
ignore the feminine laughter coming from the other side of the clubhouse
common room. Blossom Evergreen was a fucking trial to the most patient of
men and a pain in my fucking ass. She was always there. Always right in my
line of sight or upwind of me so I had to smell that clean, fresh scent that
always clung to her. Reminded me of spring flowers or some fucking
shit.

A crash followed by a startled yelp had me pouring another drink. The woman
was also the biggest klutz known to man.

“Sorry!” The lyrical sound of Blossom’s voice shot
through me and went straight to my cock. Even knowing she’d likely
plowed over some club girl.

“Watch where you’re goin’, bitch!”

“I’m so sorry, Star! I’ll clean it up.”

“Damned straight you will!”

“Cut it out, Star!” Another club girl came to Blossom’s
aid. I knew better than to look. If I did, I’d be obliged to step in,
and if I did, every fucking club girl East of the Mississippi would be all
the fuck over me. Any hint of interest in a woman by any of the brothers
brought them in droves. They were very territorial of the unattached men in
the club.

“It’s all right, Didi. I was at fault. I’ll clean it
up.” Blossom’s voice was subdued now. Almost subservient.

“You cut it out too, Blossom! She plowed around the corner right into
you! This ain’t your fault.”

“If she hadn’t been making a nuisance of herself, tripping all
over herself and everyone else to try and get close to Walker for two
fuckin’ months, the club’d be a better fuckin’
place!”

“You don’t like it here, say the word, Star.” Atlas, the
sergeant at arms for the club, said. “I’ll be happy to take you
out.” He didn’t even stop as he passed. Just laid down his edict
and kept going. There was no doubt he’d follow through. And the
follow-through meant the woman wouldn’t be leaving. No one left Iron
Tzars. Member, old lady, prospect, or club whore. They all knew it and
respected it. Which was good. Last thing I wanted to do was to have to come
to Blossom’s defense and encourage the girl further. Because Star was
right. Blossom was making a nuisance of herself.

“Don’t listen to her,” Didi encouraged. “Come with
me. I’ll take you to the old ladies.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want anyone giving
you grief, Didi.”

Didi laughed. And no. Her laugh didn’t affect me the way fucking
Blossom’s did. And who named their kid Blossom Evergreen anyway? The
woman was a walking menace, and for some stupid reason my dick had zeroed in
on her and was growing increasingly demanding.

“Don’t worry about her. She’ll fall in line just like
everyone else. The patched members run a tight ship. You don’t get in
here unless you know the score.”

Except, I didn’t think Blossom did know the score. She wasn’t a
club girl, or an old lady. She was the friend of all the old ladies. Which
made her someone we protected since it would upset the women if something
happened to their friend. It also made it difficult for everyone to figure
out exactly what her position in our midst was. No one knew quite what to do
with her.

I knew what I wanted to do with her. It involved spanking her ass, then
fucking it. Neither of which was the best idea, or one I welcomed. I hated
being around people, and Blossom Evergreen wasn’t the type of woman to
have a casual hook-up. She hadn’t made a move on any of the brothers.
Hadn’t made a move on me, though it was painfully obvious she wanted
to. Given the fact any woman I fucked had to be able to hold her own,
including taking what she needed instead of pussyfooting around, Blossom was
definitely not a woman I wanted to get mixed up with.

Didi looped her arm through Blossom’s and walked her over to three of
the women in the club who’d been claimed by members of Iron Tzars.
“Stay away from Star,” Didi said as they approached the table.
“She won’t do anything while you’re near the guys, but
she’ll chew you up and spit you out if she catches you by
yourself.”

“Who will chew her up?” Winter raised an eyebrow while her
sister, Serelda, leaned forward, her attention on the club girl.

“Star. Most of the club whores, really.” Didi smiled, but gave
the old ladies a solemn look. “She staying with anyone?”

Iris shook her head. “No. But she’s with us. You tell the girls
she’s off-limits.” The president’s woman was growing into
her role. She didn’t often give orders, but when she did, she expected
them to be obeyed. I had to admire her for that. All of them, really. They
never backed down from anyone. Not anymore. Bellarose hadn’t been with
Atlas that long, but given she was the daughter of Alexi Petrov, no one was
worried she’d have problems holding her own. Alexi being a one-third
owner of Argent Tech and the acknowledged leader of the Shadow Demons. No.
Bellarose would probably think club girls beneath her. If she chose to put
one in her place, she’d do it hard. Winter and Serelda were especially
aggressive. I didn’t know their stories, but I could tell by the scars
on each woman they hadn’t had it easy. They also didn’t bow down
to anyone, especially a club whore.

Didi grinned. “Happy to. I happen to think the world of Blossom, and
she’s too sweet to tell them where to get off.”

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