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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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Walker Teaser Tuesday

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(Iron Tzars MC)

Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

Date Published: June 9, 2023

 

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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.

 

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.

 

 

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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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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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(Devoted Guardians MC)

 

Motorcycle Club, Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Shifters, Mages

Date Published: February 24, 2023

 

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Raya — Elias kidnapped me nearly a decade ago and used me for his awful
experiments. His goal: to create a superior race. How could that possibly go
wrong? Now I’m no longer fully human and I’ve lived a life in
hell. But I adore my two kids, no matter how they were conceived. I thought
we’d die before we ever found freedom, but it arrived in the most
unexpected way. The big biker shifter is scary as hell, but it’s
either go with him, or remain chained and starving.

Henry — The dark mage killed my mate and unborn child. There’s
nothing I want more than revenge. It never occurred to me he’d have a
woman and kids chained in his cellar. They reek of black magick, enough so,
I hated them on sight. I’d planned to leave them behind. Until I heard
their story. My club won’t be happy when I walk in with three people
covered in the stench of black magick. But something unexpected happens when
I catch Raya’s true scent. She’s my fated mate, and now I have
the difficult task of not only gaining her trust, but the children’s
as well.

 

WARNING: Contains subject matter some readers may find difficult to read.
Recommended for ages 18+ due to adult situations, bad language, and
violence. Guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cheating, and no
cliffhanger.

 

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Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde & Jessica Coulter Smith

 

Raya

Elias paced the small cabin. I didn’t know why we’d come here.
He’d spoken about this town before. Many times. I knew a shifter
nearly killed him thirty years ago. Fatally wounded, he’d escaped to a
community of mages, where they’d healed him. It had taken years for
him to regain his health and full power. He’d often bragged about
surviving.

Why return now? He’d dragged us all over the country. At first,
I’d thought he was running from something. Now I wondered if
he’d simply been heading toward Wolf Creek. Even though I’d been
with him for years, he never confided in me. Not about anything important.
There was no reason for it, since I was little more than a prisoner. His
slave.

I heard the chains clink in the cellar and fought not to wince. It
wouldn’t be long before I joined them. My babies. No matter how
they’d been conceived, I’d love them with all my heart until the
day I died. They were my reason for living. And the only way Elias
maintained control over me all this time. If it weren’t for my
precious children, I’d have run before now.

“It’s nearly time,” he muttered. “I’ll take
her just like the others. I’m sure she’ll be useful. Stupid
fucking dhampir doesn’t know why I invited him to Wolf Creek.
Everything is falling into place.”

Her? I didn’t know who he was talking about, and I would not ask. And
a dhampir? Did he mean the man I’d heard him speaking to a few times?
It didn’t matter. The less I knew, the better. I’d learned that
the hard way. Although, his words bothered me a great deal. Was he going to
enslave someone else? I reached up to lightly touch the collar around my
throat. I hadn’t been the first, nor the last. However, I’d been
the only woman to survive.

Elias not only used black magick, but he also liked to experiment.
He’d abducted countless women across the globe, all in the name of
creating a better species. It wasn’t something recent, either. From
what I’d learned during my time with him, he’d been working on
this project for decades. Even before he’d fled Wolf Creek thirty
years ago. I didn’t know what made me so special. Why had I survived
when others hadn’t?

I lifted my hand and stared at my fingers. Even now, black tendrils of
smoke shifted around the digits. I’d been completely human until Elias
snatched me off the street. Through pain and suffering, he’d infused
me with some of his black magick. I couldn’t actually use it, but it
had become part of my cellular structure, which meant I passed those traits
to my children, which had been his intent all along.

“It’s time.” He rubbed his hands together, a wide smile
on his face. “Into the basement. You know the rules. Keep your mouth
shut. But first… I’m going to prep you for a special guest
arriving within the next two days.”

I knew exactly what that meant. He removed a syringe from his pocket and
injected me with the serum that would make me mindless with need. While he
preferred for me to get pregnant without it, and enjoyed hearing me scream
in pain, he’d used this on me several times before. I honestly thought
he got off on hearing me beg for someone to fuck me. At least, it
didn’t take effect immediately.

Elias tossed the syringe aside and gave me a shove, and I walked to the
hidden door. He opened it and I went down the steps into what I assumed had
once been a root cellar. My children perked up when they saw me. Elias
followed me into the hole, attaching a chain to my collar. I held open my
arms and my babies ran to me. Their chains barely reached, but we were close
enough I could hold them.

I smoothed the hair of my precious little girl, Marigold, and kissed the
forehead of my son, Logan. Mari had not only inherited some of the black
magick, but she’d also gained her father’s ability to shift. As
for Logan, he only had black magick. His father had been a dark mage like
Elias.

“I’m scared,” Mari said.

I hugged her tight and wished I could ease her fears. Instead, I did my
best to tamp down my own. I didn’t think we’d ever escape Elias.
One day, he’d sell my children. When I became useless, he’d kill
me. As it was, I’d lost the last two babies. I knew he was searching
for another male to impregnate me. He’d desperately wanted a baby that
was half vampire and half dark mage. It seemed my body rejected the
vampire’s offspring, as both babies came from the same male.

“When I’m older, I’m going to get us out of here,”
Logan said. “With my magick, I’ll take down Elias and free us
from this prison.”

I placed my fingers over his lips. “Hush, sweetheart. If he hears you
say such a thing…”

He nodded, understanding what I meant. I hated that my children had to grow
up so quickly. They’d never been able to play, make friends, or enjoy
their lives. If I thought it would be possible to run away with them,
I’d have done it long ago. But I knew Elias would hunt us down and
punish us.

The door upstairs slammed, and the tension in my body eased. At least he
would be gone for a while. I felt bad for whatever woman he’d lured to
this town. Would her fate be the same as mine? I hoped not. I didn’t
wish this existence on anyone.

Mari began humming The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and I rocked her. Logan slumped
against my side and stared at the opposite wall. Elias hadn’t even
left us with anything to occupy ourselves while he was gone. There’d
been times he’d left a rubber ball or a pack of crayons and a coloring
book. I knew it wasn’t out of the kindness of his black heart.
He’d claimed it made the children less whiny and more tolerable.

“One day, if we’re ever free of Elias, you’ll get to
enroll in school so you can learn new things. You’ll make friends.
Play outside. Go to the movie theater, the park, learn to swim. We’ll
have so much fun.” I smiled wistfully, thinking of all they’d
missed out on, and the things I’d taken for granted before Elias
kidnapped me.

“Do you really think we’ll ever get away from him?” Logan
asked.

My heart ached at the despair in his voice. My little angel already knew
the answer. No matter how much I’d tried to instill hope in my
children, Logan somehow knew we’d be the property of Elias until he
either sold us or killed us.

I couldn’t answer him, refusing to lie.

Mari dozed a bit, and even Logan closed his eyes for a little while. Every
second was even more agonizing, because time stretched endlessly in the
cellar. At least the lightbulb hadn’t gone out. The dim light helped
little, but it dispelled some of the darkness. Being locked down here in
absolute blackness would have been much worse.

Mari whimpered in her sleep, waking Logan. I smoothed her hair and murmured
to her, hoping to ease whatever nightmare she might be having. Logan blinked
and rubbed his eyes before sitting up a little straighter. I knew he’d
fight to stay awake now. My little boy had grown up entirely too fast.

Mari woke twice and dozed off again each time. While she napped, I told
Logan a story. Mari liked the romantic fairy tales about princes. Logan,
however, wanted action and adventure. His favorites were tales of pirates or
explorers. So I talked about One-Eyed Willie, Captain Jack, and the others
I’d watched in movies when I’d still had my freedom. He ate up
every word, and it helped pass the time.

My stomach rumbled, and so did the children’s. Mari woke again,
yawning and leaning away from me a little. I knew she wouldn’t fall
asleep again anytime soon. Every time the monster who owned us made her go
hungry, she’d be awake for hours. Unlike Logan, who said sleep made
him feel less hungry.

Elias hadn’t left us with any food or water. A bucket in the corner
served as a toilet, but none of us had been desperate enough to use it
today. We’d each had a chance earlier to use the bathroom upstairs to
relieve ourselves and clean up a little.

“He’s been gone a while,” Logan said. “He
didn’t forget us, did he? I’m not sure starving to death is much
better than suffering whatever he’s planned for us.”

With no windows, I couldn’t tell what time of day it was by now.
However, my butt had gone numb from sitting on the hard ground. I had to
have been down here for more than an hour. I listened intently, wondering if
Elias had managed to quietly return. Minutes ticked by, and when I was going
to give up, I heard booted steps. They seemed to scout the entire
house.

Would they find the hidden door to the cellar? Did we want them to? I
caught Logan’s gaze, and he gave me a slight nod. Whatever he sensed
or smelled seemed to make him feel as if the person upstairs wouldn’t
harm us.

“Help! Please, we’re down here!” I yelled as loud as I
could. By the fifth time I’d called out, the door at the top of the
stairs opened and a large silhouette moved toward us. My breath caught when
the man approached. I couldn’t tell his age and depending on what he
was, he could have been hundreds of years old and still appeared
young.

“What the fuck?” he muttered. His gaze narrowed on me before
shifting to my children. I held them tighter, wondering if I’d made a
mistake by calling for help. “Who are you?”

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(Iron Tzars MC)

Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

Date Published: February 10, 2023

 

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Winter — My life hasn’t been easy. For so long, my sister has been
the only one I could rely on. When we were teenagers our father sold us to
sexual predators who hurt us. We both have the scars to prove it. But we
were rescued, and I got revenge for both of us. That was over a decade ago.
I love the home we found with Black Reign, but now it’s time to move
on. To live outside the cocoon the club wrapped us in. Another club
who’s found a girl in a situation similar to the hell we left behind
all those years ago may be our answer. One man in particular calls to me on
a primitive level. His name is Roman. And I want him for my own.

Roman — I’m the enforcer for Iron Tzars. Violence is in the job
description. Never thought I’d find myself attracted to a woman as
fragile as Winter. She and her sister have been through a lot, but
there’s a core of iron in her. She’s stronger than she looks,
and the fight in her stirs the primitive Alpha male inside me. It’s
time I show her she’s more than the sum of her scars. She’s a
friggin’ goddess.

 

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Roman

I’d never been so glad to leave a place behind as I cheerfully rolled
out of Lake Worth, Florida. I did my part as enforcer for Iron Tzars, but
the entire time we’d been there I felt like we were outgunned. Black
Reign MC might not be a rival club, but they were by no means safe. As
evidenced by the way they took care of business with the fucking men
we’d caught taking orphans from the group home in the city.

Violence didn’t bother me. If a motherfucker deserved it, there was
no limit. My balls were twitching because of the casual ease with which that
bastard, Chief, had taken the skin off the men he tortured. Yeah, Brick had
participated, but our VP was emotionless on the best of days. Chief and El
Diablo were different. I wouldn’t say they enjoyed the act, but I
wouldn’t say they didn’t, either. It hadn’t bothered them
in the least.

But what really had me glad to see this place in my rear view were the twin
women who haunted the place like ghosts. Eerily lovely, they always seemed
to be where I was. Neither said anything, but they stared at me constantly.
More than one of Black Reign’s members gave me the stink-eye over it,
too though no one would tell me why. Only that I should stay away from them.
I didn’t even know the pair’s names, for fuck’s sake!
Didn’t want to know!

I drove the Bronco we’d taken as a chase vehicle down to Lake Worth.
Normally I’d ride my bike with the other brothers, but someone had to
drive the big thing back to Evansville. As Road Captain, the task would
normally fall to Clutch, but he’d had a family emergency and had
headed back early. After that, I’d drawn the short straw. My bike was
stowed in the trailer, and here I was. Behind the wheel of a fucking
cage.

Lost in thought, my eyes on the road as my brothers surrounded the cage in
front and behind, I reached over and switched on the radio. I had no desire
to dwell on another club. Not even one our former president — and my
long-time friend — now belonged to. I was an enforcer in Iron Tzars. Not
Sergeant at Arms. I didn’t need to find trouble, only punish it.
Besides, if Sting — our current president and son to the former president
— had decided Warlock had to be killed for his infractions against the
club, I would be responsible for carrying out the sentence. I didn’t
want to do that. It looked like El Diablo had forestalled anything in that
regard, though I had no idea why. It was rare for anyone to leave the Iron
Tzars. When they did, the situation was permanent. Warlock was only the
second man I knew of not to die when he left or was asked to leave. Oh,
well. Above my paygrade. I was just thankful I didn’t have to kill my
brother.

A tap on my shoulder had my head whipping around. When I saw that same
eerily lovely face I’d been trying not to think about right next to
mine, I was so startled I jerked the wheel. The girl squealed and
disappeared from my immediate vision.

“What the fuck?” The Bronco hit the rumble strips on the
shoulder. My tires must have squealed, because several of the riders in
front of us either glanced over their shoulder or turned their head slightly
to look in their mirrors. They moved to the center lane in case I was out of
control. When I slowed and pulled fully onto the shoulder, they
followed.

I got as far over as I could but didn’t turn on my flashers. Though
we weren’t hauling any contraband, I’d rather not enlist the
help of a good Samaritan or, God forbid, the state police.

Once stopped, I put the thing in park and turned around. “What the
everlasting, God forsaken fuck are you doing in my fuckin’
vehicle?” I growled at the girl but tried not to yell. I got the
feeling she was fragile and, though I was angry, I didn’t want to
scare her. As I spoke, the other one poked her head from behind the backseat
in the cargo area. “Shoulda guessed. You two ain’t ever far
apart.” There was a knock at my window, saving the girls from a
lecture.

Instead of rolling down the window, I opened the door and stepped out. The
two girls ducked back behind the seat, the first one having returned to what
had probably been their hiding place in my fucking Bronco.

“You good?” Brick peered inside the vehicle, looking for a
threat. His hand was on the gun at his hip, but he didn’t draw.

“Yeah. Just realized I had a couple of stowaways.”

Brick raised an eyebrow. Instead of explaining, I walked him around to the
back and opened the tail door for him to see for himself. They were hiding
behind cargo, but both of them poked their heads up when I opened the door
so I could see their eyes and the top of their heads over their hiding
place.

“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “You two in
trouble?”

One of them shook her head. The other girl shrank back.

“You know you can’t stay with us. We’ll have to take you
back.”

“No.” The braver of the two shook her head. “We want to
stay with you.”

“You afraid to go back?” Brick crossed big arms over his brawny
chest. “They hurt you?”

Black Reign didn’t seem like the type of club to hurt women. They
were protective as all get out of any of the women under their care,
especially these two. The idea that any woman might be running from that
club didn’t sit well with me, but the thought that either of these
women had an issue with them made me want to drive back and beat the fuck
out of someone.

“No,” she said in a soft voice. “It was time to
leave.”

I looked at Brick. “We’re only an hour from home. We could let
Black Reign know once we get back to the clubhouse.”

“Let me check with Sting. He may know something we don’t. If
not, he’ll decide what to do.”

“Can we please stop at a gas station or something?” The braver
one raised her head farther as she spoke. “It’s why I bothered
you. We need a bathroom break.”

“You shoulda said something before now,” I groused.
“We’ve been on the fuckin’ road for twelve fuckin’
hours! Stopped twice! Why didn’t you get out then?”

“We were afraid we wouldn’t be quick enough, and we’d get
left behind.” Her voice was almost musical but soft. And it affected
me like a gentle stroke down my chest headed straight to my cock. I needed
to squash that feeling hard. This girl wasn’t up to taking me on, even
if she’d wanted to.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I can’t fuckin’ believe
this. Get your asses in the back seat and buckle up.” I thought
they’d get out the back, but both of them climbed over the back seat
and did as instructed.

“Jesus, Roman, could you sound any more like a fuckin’ old
man?”

“Shut the fuck up, Brick.” Then I muttered under my breath.
“Motherfucker.”

A couple miles down the road, Brick pulled the group over at a
Buc-ee’s and everyone in the club surrounded the Bronco as the women
got out. And they were women, not older girls like I’d first thought.
The shy one shrank behind her sister when the men crowded around them both.
We didn’t get into their personal space, but it was something that
would have probably freaked any woman out.

“Jesus, guys, back off ‘em!” Iris, Sting’s
ol’ lady, was going to be a great match for our president. “Are
you trying to frighten them to death?”

Sting chuckled, watching as his woman went to my stowaways. “Better
do what she says, boys. She’s a force of nature when she wants to
be.”

Naturally, we didn’t need Sting’s OK to back off. The girls
looked terrified. The braver one had a determined look on her face as she
lifted her chin. “We’re not fragile. There’re a lot of
you. And you’re all big.”

“Of course, you’re not fragile.” Iris took her hand and
reached for the other one. “Everyone, this is Winter. Her sister here
is Serelda.”

“You know them well, baby?” Sting stood close to his woman, but
not close enough to spook the other two.

“No. But I’m looking forward to getting to know
them.”

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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?

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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

Marteeka Karland

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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