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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | November 1, 2022 · 5:00 am

Deadeye Teaser Tuesday

Bones MC, Book 13

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Action & Adventure

Date Published: 11/04/2022

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

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

EXCERPT

Chloe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | July 26, 2022 · 5:00 am

Styx Teaser Tuesday

Salvation’s Bane MC

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

To Be Released: August 5 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

Jolene: I’ve lived my entire life in the shadow of a feud that ended
over a hundred years ago. But try telling that to my family. To them, the
Hatfields and McCoys were never met to mix. Or be in the same town really.
So when I gave my virginity to a Hatfield, my McCoy family disowned me
entirely. And that Hatfield I trusted? He set me up to be raped by his kin.
So yeah, my life’s a shit show. Then another Hatfield picked me up out
of a ditch and saved me. I thought he’d hurt me, too, but he turned
out to be the kindest man I’ve ever met. Now I need to shake him long
enough to get the revenge I need from those who hurt me. I just hope when
I’m done, he’ll take me back.

Styx: I just came for the car — a rare Mercedes Maybach the club intends
to sell for a good chunk of change. I long ago left any family I had in this
little hick town in West Virginia and only came back because I knew the
area, and the man who had the car was my family’s rival, Marshall
McCoy. So when I found his daughter in a ditch on the side of the road,
beaten and bloody, my first instinct — and that of my MC brothers –
was set up. But I can’t leave her to the mercy of her family. I know
there will be hell to pay. I just didn’t count on my sweet little
hillbilly being hellbent on revenge. As I fall deeper and deeper under her
spell, I find I can’t deny her anything. Even if what she wants might
break her.

Warning: Styx includes scenes of sexual abuse and vigilante justice that
may be triggers for some readers. Guaranteed HEA.

EXCERPT

Styx

How could one place be so God-awful redneck? Always had been. Every fucking
neighborhood in town had at least one car up on concrete blocks and numerous
pink flamingos in the front fucking yard. Nothing had fucking changed since
I was a teenager.

Red had a tip on a Mercedes Maybach that was supposedly being held in
storage until the right buyer came along. In this fucking hick town. I had
my doubts, but Red said it had been confirmed by our intel guy, Ripper. If
Ripper said that’s the way it was? Well. I’d gotten on a plane
to fucking West Virginia, hadn’t I?

My job was to scout. Using the little gizmos Red’s woman, Rosanna,
had developed, I had no doubt I could steal the car. The problem was getting
it out of storage and into the enclosed trailer. Again, Ripper was on the
issue.

Poison and Lock pulled up to the designated area about half a mile from
where the car was being stored. They’d driven a nondescript Ford with
a beat-up-looking trailer, and another, smaller car to act as lookout for
the payload on the way home. Smokey and the Bandit style. The car was rough
looking, but souped up under the hood. Hopefully, the extra horsepower
wouldn’t be needed, but better to have it and not need it than to need
it and not have it. Neither looked new, nor did they appear in disrepair.
The vehicles were designed to blend in. To not stand out anywhere they
went.

The plan was to load the car and get out of this place as quickly as
possible. Use the app to give the thing a new VIN number and program our own
FOB. Lose ourselves on the interstate, then the lesser traveled highways off
the interstates on a roundabout route back to Salvation’s Bane and
Red’s underground garage. Once that was done, we’d ditch the
truck and trailer and begin the rest of the cleaning process on the car.
Which was the easy part.

I studied the area around the storage building from the remote screen
provided by a drone. It wasn’t more than a barn on the outside, but
the reality was, inside the barn was a climate controlled warehouse with
state-of-the-art security. I knew the place well because it was owned by
Marshal McCoy. I’d been poking my nose in the business of the McCoys
since I was a kid.

McCoy was well off, having a legitimate business of some sort in the
community. But his real money came from smuggling. This barn and a couple
others like it were the reason for that success. From the outside, it looked
like a big tobacco barn. Inside, the place was locked down tighter than a
snare drum. Which was the beauty of it, I supposed.

Security outside the building was just as tedious. There were cameras all
over the place. And traps. Thankfully, McCoy believed in electronics.
Heavily. Always had. All the scouting we’d done had turned up a few
rudimentary things, but nearly every single safeguard relied on electricity
and electronics. Ripper had scoffed and told us it was too good to be true,
that we needed to really recon the hell outta the place. We’d found a
few pits and spikes and other simple shit that looked like it hadn’t
been well maintained. We’d left that part until the evening we’d
planned to do the job. Just in case someone did a manual security
sweep.

Our planning was meticulous. Starting two months before we were ready to
make our move, Ripper had messed with security at the same time he kept
anyone interested in the car off the scent. If McCoy was going to upgrade
things or do an extensive check, we’d know it well in advance. Ripper
had the guy’s entire place bugged. House, office and every car they
owned. McCoy thought he was the smartest man in the room, but the fact was,
he was on the verge of losing everything to a rival. Montgomery
Hatfield.

Made me snicker to think about it. Generations of Hatfields and McCoys.
They’d officially ended the feud in the eighteen nineties,
symbolically in the early two thousands. But here in Appalachia, it was
alive and going strong. Just… more civilized. At least on the
surface.

Which was why we were here. Montgomery Hatfield was a half brother to my
father, the bastard. While I didn’t associate with that side of the
family — other than my half brother in Black Reign, Shotgun — I did enjoy
taking them down a peg or two. If I could take down Marshall McCoy while I
was doing it? So much the better. Call it a character flaw.

“How’s it going, Ripper?” I’d been touching base
with the tech guy regularly. If there was a problem, we needed to identify
it before we backed the trailer in.

“All’s quiet. Same as always. They raised a fuss the first few
times I blacked them out, but once they got used to their network coming
back up, they quit worrying about it. Made a couple calls to the company,
who charged them a bunch of money to go to each site and check on things.
After that, they sent one of old man McCoy’s boys out, and he’s
not the most thorough tool in the box. Last three times it’s gone out,
no one bothered to check.”

“Good. Where is everyone now.”

“Far enough away you’ll have at least an hour before anyone
could possibly show up.” The man snorted. “Bit of a ruckus
goin’ on with one of his girls. Not sure what, but it’s keeping
everybody busy.”

“So, we ready?” I was anxious to get moving. While I had
confidence in the operation, something else was bothering me.

“Get into position. Once you’re ten minutes out, I’ll
throw the switch.” Ripper had everything bugged at Salvation’s
Bane, including all our vehicles. He said it let him know when one of us was
in trouble. I figured he was just a control freak.

“Guess we’re good to go then.” I signaled to Poison and
Lock. “Move it out.” My two MC brothers were in the truck
pulling the trailer while I was in a separate truck we’d had waiting
when we started scouting two months ago. Last thing we wanted was for the
two vehicles to be seen together before the heist.

It was just past four in the morning. The darkest part of the night. The
moon was covered by clouds. The night was still. Even the nocturnal
creatures were settling down for the day to come.

There were two routes into the place where we were going. Poison and Lock
had taken a different route than me. Mine took me past the McCoy family
home. Remembering that place from my early childhood made me want to fire my
gun at the windows as I passed. I hated that fucking place. Old man McCoy
was a fucking bastard. Always was. Being a Hatfield, I’d never
actually been in the house, but I knew some of his kids. The boys were all
bullies. Some of the girls, too. His wife had died a few years back,
I’d heard. And now he was starting a whole new brood of kids to mold
in his image. That massive house represented everything in Williamson I
hated.

I’d gotten about six miles away from the house when something caught
my attention. A small form huddled on the side of the road. I almost missed
it. Looked like a boy or a small woman wearing a backpack. The figure was in
an orange jumpsuit, which was the only reason I’d seen it.

I started to just go on. We didn’t have a lot of time here. But,
Goddammit, I couldn’t just pass this person by.

“Guys, I’ve got a problem. Keep to schedule. If you don’t
hear from me in five minutes, abort.”

“What’s going on?” That was Ripper’s voice. Of
course he was monitoring.

“Not sure. Switching on my body cam so you can see what I’m
seeing. Get an ID on the guy.”

“Guy? What guy?”

“There’s someone on the side of the road. Could be someone in
trouble,” I said.

“Could be a fuckin’ trap. What the fuck, Styx?” Ripper
didn’t get upset too often, but when he did, he tended to go
nuclear.

“Just keep an eye out. Give me five minutes. I’ll either leave
him or load him in the truck.”

“Fuck!”

“Don’t give yourself a nosebleed, Ripper. If it’s a trap,
I’ll fucking kill the bastard.”

“Take an earwig. I want to stay in communication every fuckin’
second, Styx.”

“Roger that,” I said, putting the truck in park and stepping
out. Though the truck’s headlights shone brightly, I snagged a
flashlight along with the gun at my hip. If this was an ambush, I
wasn’t getting caught with my fucking pants down.

The figure held up a trembling hand, blocking the light of the vehicle from
her face. And I could tell by the small, delicate hand it was a female. I
shined my light around the area but didn’t see anything. Just to be
safe, I turned my body, letting Ripper get a good look around in case I
missed something. With his computer enhancement shit, he’d see danger
long before I did.

“Don’t see nothin’,” Ripper murmured. I could hear
him typing and flipping switches. “Can’t say a hundred percent,
but I think you’re alone.”

I eased toward the figure huddling in the ditch. “Hey, there,”
I called. “You good?” No response. “Girl?” Still
nothing. The hand blocking her face from the light still fluttered
violently. That’s when I noticed the blood on her fingers and
streaking her hand. “You OK?” The hand dropped, and there was a
slight whimper as she lay still once more.

“Ripper?” I had a sinking feeling this girl was in a world of
trouble. There was no way I could leave her. At this point, I was praying
for an ambush, because I absolutely could not afford to be held up by
someone in real distress. And I was certain that, if this woman was as hurt
as I thought she was, she’d need medical attention.

“You’ve got four minutes. Get her in the truck.”

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.

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Instagram & Twitter: @marteekakarland

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | March 22, 2022 · 12:51 pm

Lawdawg Teaser Tuesday

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: 3/25/22

Eden: The first time I saw Grady Bassett was when Samson brought Charlotte home. Turned out my brother’s woman is Grady’s daughter. Naturally, the man’s focus wasn’t on some camgirl at a MC he had no desire to be around. When he finally does notice me, he can’t see me for my position within the club — a woman who has sex on camera for strangers. But I noticed him… and I’m a woman who knows what she wants.

Lawdawg: Eden’s the most naturally sexy woman I’ve ever seen. Sure, I’d been worried sick about my daughter, but the second the danger to her was past, I became obsessed with Eden. I even downloaded every one of her videos. Which meant I binge watched. I gave Samson hell for wanting my daughter when he’s so much older, but now I’m in the same position. I need to let her go, to be the better man. But now I know Eden has an online stalker. He knows where she lives and who her friends are. Black Reign is compromised, so I reached out Cain at Bones MC. She might be young enough to be my daughter, but she’s still mine. No one will ever harm her. This stalker will have to go through me to even get close.

EXCERPT

She answered on the first ring. “Hey there, Lawdawg. How’s it hangin’?” She hiccuped slightly at the end and giggled.

“Are you… are you drunk?”

“Well, yeah. It’s a party, you know. We’re all drunk.”

“Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.” I scrubbed a hand over my face but continued. “Listen to me, Eden. Go to Samson. You’re in danger. There’s a guy stalking you.”

“Sinner58? Yeah. I know. He’s running off all my good followers.” She sounded like she was pouting.

“You knew about this?” Anger was starting to build inside me. Anger. Aggression. I wanted to take her over my knee and paddle her like the child she was.

“Of course, I knew! He’s been bullying my regulars for weeks. It’s just that it must have stepped up in the last few days, because my followers are leaving now instead of merely waiting until the next show.”

“Did you tell anyone?”

“Nope.” No further explanation.

“Of course, you didn’t.” I let out an exasperated breath. “Look. Just stay put. This guy knows where you are and how to get to you. I’m headed that way.”

“Oh, you are, huh?”

“Eden…” I tried to inject as much warning as I could. Anyone else would have tripped all over themselves to do his bidding. Eden? Not so much.

“What do you plan on doing when you get here?”

“I’m lockin’ that place down with you in it!”

“Oh, really?”

“I don’t have time to argue with you, Eden,” I snapped, beginning to get really angry now. Well, angry but more frustrated. She wasn’t taking this seriously at all. Hadn’t in all the time she knew about it.

“You don’t?” I sensed a trap but had no idea what it might be. “Well, what if I did this…” There was a pause before my phone signaled I had a text. I pulled it up and there was a selfie of Eden. Her exquisite tits on fine display. “Or this.” The next image she sent had a man sucking at one of those tits. Something inside me just… snapped. I felt like something inside my head that was primitive and territorial roared to the front and demanded I claim that woman. She was mine. No one else’s. It didn’t seem to matter she was young enough to be my daughter or that my late wife was probably rolling over in her grave because of the girl’s age. I needed her and had every intention of taking her with me. I could tell myself it was to keep her safe, but the pure and simple fact was, I just fucking wanted her.

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.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | February 15, 2022 · 5:00 am

Samson Teaser Tuesday

Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

Release Date: February 11, 2022

Charlotte: When I get into trouble, I go big. There was so much pain and fear, I turned my thoughts inward. To Samson. He’s my knight in shining armor. The one man I’ve ever felt a real connection to. Then he was there, killing those who hurt me and sweeping me up in his embrace of warmth and safety. But now he sees me as a victim. Not a woman. It’s up to me to prove I’m made of sterner stuff.

Samson: I had no intention of having sex with the little spitfire, but one look at Charlotte and I knew she was trouble. Our night was the kind of explosive a man can’t walk away from, but I tried. Right up until her daddy showed up telling me she was missing and the last person she was seen with was one of the prospects from Black Reign. Wrangler, the little asshole, had her squirreled away somewhere and I knew if I didn’t find her soon, I might never see her again.

Saving Charlotte from Wrangler will be a piece of cake — after this his days are numbered. Which leaves me with time. Too much time. Time Charlotte’s dad will have to convince her to leave me and come back home. So, how do I fight off another man determined to take my woman from me when that man is her daddy?

Excerpt

Samson shook his head slightly, breaking eye contact with me. “Where’s your ride?”

I shrugged. “I walk. It’s not far, and I need the exercise.”

“Not a smart idea, you know. Woman alone in the city.”

“It is what it is, I guess,” I said. “I just have better things to spend money on than an Uber or a taxi.”

“Yeah. Don’t take an Uber.” He sighed, turning his head away from me and shaking it slightly several times. It looked like he was having some kind of argument with himself. And losing. “Fuck,” he said with another shake of his head. “Get on,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

“What’s different about riding with a guy I don’t know on a motorcycle versus riding with a guy I don’t know in an Uber? Seems like the first option is more dangerous than the second.”

“‘Cause this guy you don’t know ain’t out to hurt you. Now get the fuck on.”

Yeah. Probably should argue, but I didn’t want to. I was thrilled! Not only did I get to ride a motorcycle, but I got to do it with quite possibly the sexiest man I’d ever met.

Samson was probably in his late thirties or early forties. He was bald, but had a neatly trimmed beard and intense, silver-blue eyes. He wore a sleeveless black T-shirt that showed off heavily muscled arms I was sure would feel like heaven wrapped around me. As I got on the bike behind him, he grabbed one of my arms by the wrist and pulled it around his body. Yep. His abdomen was as rock hard as those glorious arms were.

“Where’s your home?” I gave him the address, and he nodded once. “Hang on.”

We took off smoothly. Soon, we were cruising down the road the mile and a half to my tiny apartment. Once there, I hadn’t nearly had my fill of groping his hard body. Which was kinda twisted, but I was good with it.

He turned off the bike, putting the kickstand down but making no move to get off. He steadied me as I climbed off the back, careful not to touch the pipes and burn my bare leg.

“Thanks for the lift,” I said, grasping at something to say to prolong my time with him. He hadn’t spoken much, but I wanted to get to know this guy. It was like the intimacy of riding behind him was more telling than an hour-long conversation. While I was sure I’d enjoy the conversation, I found I wanted the physical stimuli more. I knew I was taking an offer of help and turning it into something it wasn’t, but I was sure he felt something for me. Maybe it was my youth he liked, or maybe I was just his type. But this man was interested in me. It was only for sex, but I could see it when he looked at me.

He grunted but said nothing else.

“You want to come up for a cup of coffee?” Did I even have coffee in the apartment? No clue. I might be embarrassed if he said yes.

“No,” he clipped, but he didn’t start his bike. Samson didn’t strike me as the indecisive type.

“A beer, then.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you even old enough to drink beer?”

I shrugged. “I’ll be twenty-one in a couple of months. If I happen to acquire a six-pack a little bit early, what does it matter?”

Again, he grunted.

Then something caught his eye. I wasn’t sure what it was, but his gaze hardened and followed something behind me. I turned and saw a man walking down the sidewalk in front of my building. He wasn’t paying us any attention and kept going, but Samson seemed to have taken his presence as a threat.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll walk you up.”

“I’ll be fine, you know. This is a pretty safe neighborhood. The studio apartment I rent is overpriced, but I figure it’s because the area is pretty secure.”

“You can’t be too careful,” he quipped. “Come on. Besides, maybe I want that beer after all.”

When he took my arm and gently urged me forward, my heart sped up. Was this really happening? God, I hoped so! I wasn’t a virgin, but I knew I’d only scratched the surface of sex and pleasure. Could this guy do it for me? I was sure as shit turned on enough for him to. But would he?

“Know that look, girl,” he said gruffly as we walked up the three flights to my tiny apartment. “You’re too young for what I want.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How do you know until you try?”

“Oh, I know.” He waited until I opened the door, then followed me inside muttering, “I’m so fucked.”

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.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | February 10, 2022 · 5:00 am

Samson Release Blitz

Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

Release Date: February 11, 2022

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.

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