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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | December 17, 2024 · 5:00 am

Heart of a Hero Teaser Tuesday

Swift Angels MC (#1)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Firefighters, Slow Burn

Date Published: December 20, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press

The unexpected twists and turns in life often lead to the most beautiful
surprises.

Nora: If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that life
never goes according to plan. But having my apartment burn down was
certainly not on my to-do list. Being trapped with my daughter, the flames
drawing closer, was the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced.
Until the sexiest firefighter I’ve ever seen came swinging through my
window and saved us.

I should have known our heroic rescuer wouldn’t just sit back and do
nothing when he heard we had nowhere else to go. So now we’re staying
with him, and the more I learn about Dawson Kane, the harder I start to fall
for him. But what if he breaks my heart just like all the others?

Dawson: Growing up as the son of a Dixie Reaper, I’ve seen so many
couples come together, having fallen in love at first sight. Never thought
it would happen to me. Now that it has, I’m going to hold onto Nora
and her daughter Taylor with everything I have. Even finding out she’s
three months pregnant isn’t enough to scare me off. Her ex causing
trouble doesn’t either. I’m going to prove to her she’s
worth fighting for.

Now I just have to confess to my dad that I not only helped start my own
motorcycle club, but I’m the VP. The holidays are supposed to be the
time for miracles, and I’m going to need several! One to ensure my dad
doesn’t kill me when he finds out what I’ve been hiding from
him, another to make Nora stay with me forever, and the last one to get rid
of her psycho ex once and for all.

Uncover a tale of love that defies the odds in “Heart of a
Hero,” perfect for fans of romance with a touch of danger.

Excerpt

Dawson

The alarm blared through the station, jolting me into action.
“Apartment fire on 5th and Maple!” someone shouted. My heart
pounded as I threw on my bunker gear, the heavy coat and pants weighing me
down but also steeling my resolve. I joined my team as we raced to the fire
truck, sirens already wailing.

As we sped through the city streets, I tried to calm my nerves and focus.
Flames. Smoke. People trapped. This is what I trained for. What I lived
for.

We screeched to a halt outside the burning apartment building, flames
licking out the windows and thick black smoke billowing into the sky. My
eyes watered from the acrid stench as I leaped out and assessed the inferno
before me. It was worse than I thought. The fire had engulfed the entire
building, all the way to the top floors, orange tongues of flame bursting
through some of the top floor windows.

The captain walked off to assess the situation and I stared at the building
in horror. Evan came up beside me letting out a long whistle. “Damn.
Think someone’s Christmas lights caused this?”

I shrugged. This time of year, anything was possible. “Wouldn’t
be the first time.”

Cap came back and gave us our orders, and the crew got to work dousing the
building. Another fire station responded, and soon we had two hoses trying
to tame the flames. I wasn’t sure it was going to be enough.

Captain Briggs came over a few minutes later, his face grim. He pointed up,
and I followed to a window on the top floor. “Dawson, we got a woman
trapped on the eighth floor.”

My blood ran cold. “I’ll get her, Cap. Just get the ladder
truck in place and –”

“No can do.” Briggs shook his head firmly. “The
fire’s too intense. The building’s not stable, and the flames
will weaken the ladder. No way to reach her.”

“Cap, we can’t just leave her!” I clenched my fists, my
mind racing for a solution.

“Nothing we can do, son.” Briggs put a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. Sometimes, we lose people. You know this already.
It’s part of the job.”

I shrugged him off, still staring at the raging flames. Like hell was I
giving up on her. Not while there was still a chance. I scanned the adjacent
building, an idea starting to form. It was risky as all get-out but it just
might work.

The roar of the inferno faded as determination flooded through me. I knew
what I had to do. I turned to Briggs, my voice low and urgent.

“I’ve got a plan, Cap. Trust me.”

Briggs narrowed his eyes at me, suspicion etched on his face. “What
are you thinking, Dawson?”

I pointed to the adjacent building. “I can get to the roof from
there, rappel down to her window, and bring her back up.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Briggs barked, his face turning
red. “That’s suicide! I order you to keep your ass on the
ground, Kane.”

But I was already moving, sprinting toward the neighboring building. Briggs
shouted after me, but his words were lost in the chaos. I knew he was just
trying to protect me, but I couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Not when
a life hung in the balance.

I burst through the door of the adjacent building, my heart pounding in my
chest. The stairwell stretched before me, a daunting climb to the top. But I
didn’t hesitate, taking the steps two at a time, my bunker gear
weighing me down.

Sweat poured down my face, my lungs burning with each breath. But I pushed
through the pain, focusing on the task at hand. I had to reach the roof. I
had to save her.

I reached the top floor, slamming through the door to the roof. The cool
night air hit my face, a stark contrast to the heat of the stairwell. I
rushed to the edge, my eyes scanning the burning building before me.

There, on the eighth floor, a window illuminated by the dancing flames. A
woman leaned out the window, screaming for help. A little girl clung to her.
My heart clenched at the sight.

I knew I didn’t have much time. The building could go at any
moment.

I stepped back from the edge, my mind racing. The gap between the buildings
was wide, the flames licking at the sides of the apartment complex. One
wrong move, and it was all over.

But I couldn’t let fear take hold. This was what I was meant to do.
Even if this next shift was my last, it didn’t matter. Every life I
saved made it all worthwhile.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The heat of the fire was palpable
even from this distance. I forced myself to focus, to draw on every ounce of
training and experience I had.

“You can do this, Dawson,” I whispered to myself, my voice
barely audible over the roar of the flames. “You were born for
this.”

I opened my eyes, my gaze locked on the window across the way. The woman
and child were still there, the woman’s movements growing more
desperate by the second.

My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I knew
what I had to do.

I took a step back, my muscles coiled like a spring. The weight of my gear
seemed to fall away, my mind crystal clear. I could almost feel the presence
of my team below, their silent support giving me strength. Except the
captain, who looked ready to murder me for defying his orders.

“Hang on,” I whispered, as if the woman could hear me.
“I’m coming.”

And with that, I took a running start, my feet pounding against the
rooftop. The edge rushed toward me, the gap between the buildings yawning
wide.

But I didn’t hesitate. I pushed off with all my might, my body arcing
through the air. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world falling
away beneath me.

And then I was flying; the wind whipped past my face, and the flames
reached up to meet me. My heart was in my throat, and my pulse pounded in my
ears.

I didn’t look down. I kept my eyes on the prize, on the window
growing larger with each passing second. I could see the woman’s face
now, her features etched with fear and desperation.

I braced myself for impact, my body tensing as I prepared to land. The heat
of the fire was overwhelming, and if it hadn’t been for my gear, I
knew the smoke would have choked my lungs.

I landed on the opposite rooftop, rolling with the impact. One of my
firefighter brothers was on the rooftop behind me, the one I’d just
vacated. He held up a coil of rope and I nodded. I’d been so focused
on reaching the woman and kid, I hadn’t even thought to grab anything.
I’d have figured it out once I got there.

Evan ran toward the ledge, much like I had to just done, then he was
airborne. He landed a little more gracefully than I had, then found a place
to tie off the rope.

“I’m going to rappel down to the window,” I said.

Evan looked around. “Better hurry. This building isn’t going to
stand much longer, and the flames will probably eat through the rope pretty
quick.”

I nodded and braced my feet on the ledge of the building, my hand gripping
the rope. It seemed to be holding, so I started my descent. The window came
into view, and I swung through the opening.

The woman and her daughter were huddled in the corner, their faces streaked
with soot and tears. The fire had already eaten through their door and was
fast approaching.

“It’s okay,” I said, my voice steady. “I’m
here to help.”

And as I gathered the little girl in my arms, then secured her to my back,
I knew this was my calling… the one thing I was meant to do. I used
the rope to climb back to the rooftop and handed the little girl off to
Evan.

“Where’s the woman?” he asked.

“I’m going back for her. Get the girl out of here.”

Evan shook his head. “Not leaving you behind.”

I didn’t argue with him. Didn’t have the time to do so. I went
back down and through the window again, this time getting the woman out of
the burning building. The flames had already traveled across the carpeted
floor and I knew even a second later, they’d have been blistering her
skin. As it was, she might very well have burns from the heat.

The flames licked at us as I shielded the woman with my body. I went back
up the rope, and as I looked up, I saw Evan’s frantic expression.
That’s when I noticed the fire already trying to eat through the rope.
It wasn’t going to hold. Making a drastic decision, I climbed faster,
and when I thought I was close enough, I grabbed the woman’s
arm.

“I need you to let go,” I shouted over the raging fire.

She shook her head. “No.”

“I’m going to toss you up to him. This rope is about to burn
through.”

Her eyes widened, and her grip loosened enough for me to put my plan into
action. I wrapped the rope around my leg and used my other to secure my
hold. Keeping one hand on the top of the rope, I swung the woman up toward
Evan.

He leaned over the rooftop, his fingers grasping at her hand. Once
he’d grabbed hold, I let go of her. I watched as he pulled her onto
the rooftop, and then I looked at where the flames were eating through the
rope already.

Time was up.

I kicked the rope free of my feet, holding it in both hands now. Then I
walked sideways to my left a few steps. Calculating the distance between my
current location and the nearest window at the next building, I decided it
was now or never. I ran, my feet pushing against the building until I
reached the end, and then I was soaring through the air. The building was
within reach, when the rope snapped.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I heard a roaring in my ears, as I
started to fall. Thanks to my momentum and mass, I had just enough of an
arced trajectory that I managed to grab hold of a windowsill on my way down.
My shoulder screamed at me, and I grabbed hold of the bricks with my other
hand.

Just as my grip was starting to slip, the window jerked up and another
firefighter looked down at me.

“You going to hang out all day, or come inside?” He
smirked.

“Fuck you. Get me the hell inside the building.”

He helped me over the windowsill and into what appeared to be
someone’s bedroom. “We vacated this building and the one on the
other side of the inferno. Not taking chances of a spark
catching.”

“Good. Now let’s get down to the ground so the captain can chew
my ass out.”

He snorted. “Damn right he will!”

In the stairway, I spotted Evan with the woman and child. Their faces were
streaked with soot, but at least they were alive. I straightened, the weight
of what we’d just accomplished hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Everyone else had given up on them. If I hadn’t ignored the captain,
these two would be dead right now.

About the Author

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

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
Visit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
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@changelingpress

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Crash Blitz

(Hounds of Hell MC 5)

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: December 13, 2024

Publisher: Changeling Press

She vanished once, leaving scars I can’t forget. Now she’s back,
hiding secrets I may never forgive.

Helena — Returning to Mercy was supposed to be a fresh start. As a
therapist, I’ve made it my mission to help others find strength, even
when I can’t always find it for myself. But when Crash walks back into
my life, bringing all the pain and passion of our past, I know this town
holds more than just memories—it holds secrets I can’t outrun.
He’s fierce, wounded, and the last person I thought I’d ever see again. And
while he’s still everything I want, he’s also everything I
should fear. Especially when he finds out what I’m hiding.

Crash — The Hounds of Hell gave me purpose when I had nothing but
rage. My loyalty runs deeper than blood—until they betrayed me. Losing
Perry, my only brother, has made me question everything I believed about the
family I chose. But when Helena returns, the woman who vanished after one
night and still haunts my dreams, my anger flares in ways I can’t control. I
wanted answers, and now I’m in too deep. She’s hiding something,
and whatever it is, it’s tied to the pain that put me on this path.
This time, I won’t let her slip away, even if it means facing demons I
swore to bury.

Excerpt

Sackett’s looked like a war zone. The usual warmth of the bar, with
its smoky air and dim lights, was replaced by the stark reality of the
aftermath. Tables had been overturned, chairs had been knocked on their
sides, and glass from shattered bottles and mugs crunched beneath his boots.
The usual hum of laughter and music had been replaced by the low murmurs of
tired voices, mingling with the sirens of the police cars that had arrived.
Flashing red and blue lights from the sheriff’s cruisers parked
outside flashed through the windows to light up the walls.

Crash wiped a smear of blood from his cheek — he hadn’t even been
sure if it was his — then leaned against the pool table, scanning the room.
A few Cottonmouths were still there, milling around like vultures looking
for scraps. A few looks were exchanged with the Hounds, sizing them up even
now. But no one moved. The fight had burned itself out.

The Mafia guys, Bianchi’s men, lay scattered across the floor, their
slick jackets and nice clothes torn and stained with blood, a sharp contrast
to the ruthless image they had carried when they showed up at
Sackett’s earlier. Now defeated, because the Hounds and the
Cottonmouths had beaten the living shit out of them, they looked smaller,
stripped of the power they thought they held over everyone else in the room.
Some groaned in pain; others were unconscious. A few remained still, beaten
beyond recognition. Their guns were kicked aside, useless once the Hounds
got close enough. The authority the New Jersey fucks once commanded was
shattered, replaced by the cold realization they had underestimated the
Hounds. The mistake cost them more than just pride.

The sheriff’s deputies walked into Sackett’s and moved through
the bar, talking quietly as they assessed the damage. Sheriff Sawyer stood
near the entrance, arms crossed, his eyes cold and calculating as he spoke
with the Hounds’ president, Razor. Crash could feel the tension in the
room still buzzing like a live wire — as though the fight wasn’t
really over — just paused. With the cops’ appearance, the
Cottonmouths started making their exit. Crash knew they were looking for an
excuse to start something again with the Hounds, but not with the law
hanging over them.

Glancing at the overturned table near the bar where the fight had started,
Crash shook his head. The place didn’t feel like Sackett’s
anymore, not with the stench of the Cottonmouths lingering and the deputies
keeping their distance like they also weren’t convinced everything was
over.

Of course, it hadn’t felt like home for him since she had
left…

The air was thick with the smell of sweat, blood, and spilled beer.
Crash’s entire being was still wired for the fight, but he forced
himself to stay calm. Sackett’s wasn’t just a bar, it was home
turf. He didn’t like sharing it with the enemy and wondered why the
fuck Razor had allowed that to happen. His gaze flicked to the last two
Cottonmouths as they walked out, part of Baby Face’s old crew,
whispering amongst themselves. It was hard not to imagine how different
things would have turned out if that psycho were still alive.

Sheriff Sawyer’s voice cut through the haze. “We’ll need
statements,” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. The deputies
started herding people into groups, separating Hounds from Cottonmouths and
Mafia. There were others there even though Sawyer and his men had no idea
how they were connected to any of it.

Crash was just grateful the shit was over. He was exhausted and pretty sure
he had a couple of broken ribs. He hadn’t seen his younger brother the
entire time and he wanted to know where the hell Perry had gotten off to.
Most of all, like the rest of his brothers, he wanted the Mafia the fuck out
of Mercy for good.

Not wanting to talk to the fucking police, Crash went out the back
entrance. The cool night air hit him, a balm to flush out the bloodlust of
the last couple of hours. Closing his eyes, he savored the moment, trying to
be still.

Out behind Sackett’s in the field was an old barn that had been there
as long as he could remember. Beams of light flickered around the inside of
the old structure, telling him someone was out there. Sheriff Sawyer walked
out of the bar behind him, walking past Crash and heading in that direction.
Curious, because he hadn’t seen the twins since the middle of the
fight, he decided to follow him. After thinking about it, he hadn’t
seen Snow or Hero since then either. Even though his body ached with each
step he took, he followed the sheriff. His injuries kept him from moving too
fast.

As he drew closer, some instinct stopped him, whispering he should go back.
What the fuck?

Crash followed Sheriff Sawyer out to the barn, his heart still pounding
from the fight. The adrenaline was fading, leaving only the weight of what
had just happened. The distant hum of the sheriff’s cruiser lights
flickered through the trees. The field stretched ahead of them, the grass
damp beneath his boots, and in the distance, the barn loomed — an old,
forgotten relic that suddenly felt heavy with meaning.

As he got closer, the shadows around the barn seemed to thicken, the
structure barely illuminated by the glow of the sheriff’s flashlight.
The door hung slightly ajar, swinging gently with the breeze, creaking like
something out of a nightmare. The air felt different, heavier, and every
step closer sent a chill down Crash’s spine. He stopped, a sense of
foreboding threatening to overwhelm him. Was it an aftereffect of the fight?
Was he tired enough for his mind to play tricks on him?

Hearing the sheriff’s booming voice pulled him out of his head. Other
deputies ran past him, darting into the barn. The sheriff walked back out
with Margot Donner. Crash fucking knew she’d show up. Yeah, she was
one of Sawyer’s deputies, but she also was with Ryder now. Perry told
him he hoped Ryder would broom her fast, like he did all the other girls he
went around with, but Crash defended her. Maybe it was because she let him
go without a speeding ticket one night… and he’d certainly
deserved it. As far as he could tell, Ryder was different with her. If she
made their brother happy, what the fuck business was it of theirs?

Margot walked back in. Neither Margot nor Sawyer saw him as he reached the
barn. Hero was walking out with Jade as Crash reached the entrance, and she
was in tears. Hero’s eyes widened in alarm.

About the Author

Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She’s anxious to
introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who
surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie.
But there’s thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the
feels.

Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on
the side, and she’s an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys
time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror
movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds
writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward
to hearing from you.

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@changelingpress

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Falcon Teaser Tuesday

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: November 22, 2024

It’s all fun and games until my ex shows up from the dead.

Gina: For over a year I’ve lived in fear, a monster terrorizing me
within the gates of the Grim Road MC compound. The club took care of the
physical problem, but demons still ride me hard. I’ve learned to trust
the people I interact with on a daily basis, I’m still too anxious to
explore the compound unless I’m with one of the old ladies or Lemon.
Or Falcon… He always seems to be there when the fear threatens to
swallow me whole. He’s protective and caring, and he takes me for
rides on his Harley. Which he had painted pink because he found out I wanted
to ride a pink bike. How many men in a motorcycle club did that?

Falcon: What happened to Gina at the hands Grim Road, myself included, is
something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. My only chance at
redemption is to help her heal and feel safe again. I’m too old for
her, but I can’t seem to care. I want to protect her, but I’m
watching her to an unhealthy degree, waiting for the times she needs someone
to bring her back to reality and assure her she’s safe. Until the day
she invites me inside her sanctuary without a chaperone. I’d never
take advantage of Gina. Not intentionally. Then again, I never expected my
ex fiancé to come back from the dead.

EXCERPT

Falcon

The soft cry coming from Gina’s bedroom window damned near broke my
heart. She did fine most days, when she had the girls to distract her. But
at night, when she was alone in that house, nightmares visited her
regularly. Those nightmares were partly my fault and that was why I
couldn’t let go of this need to see she was safe. Which is why I was
currently sitting underneath her open window outside her house. At one in
the morning.

Yeah. That wasn’t creepy or anything. Thank God she still stayed in
the compound. I knew she wasn’t really comfortable here, but she had
nowhere else to go. Though she typically stayed in her house or in the
fenced-in backyard, she would very occasionally leave the compound to
grocery shop or whatever. She never went anywhere inside the compound by
herself other than to drive from her house to the main gate and back.

Another soft cry followed by a small sob echoed in the night. It was a
scared, lonely sound, much like that of a child lost from its parents in a
crowd. Among the myriad night noises in the wildlife reserve where our
compound was nestled, she sounded like a caged animal too scared to
fight.

With a shake of my head, I dug my phone out from my back pocket and moved
away from the window slightly behind a shrub and called her. When I heard
her phone play a trilling notification, I moved farther away so she
couldn’t hear me speaking through her open window. She answered on the
fourth ring.

“H-hello?”

“Hey, Gina. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“I — no. You didn’t. Falcon?”

“Yeah. Probably shoulda led with that, huh?” I tried to make
fun of myself to distract her. I knew from months of watching over her and
listening to her nightmares she was always shaken when she woke.

“Sorry. I should have checked to see who was calling before I
answered.” She sounded a little more awake and even managed a small
laugh.

“I’m really sorry. I thought I saw your light on and thought
something might be wrong. About the time you answered, I realized it was
Rocket and Lemon’s place.”

There was a short pause and I thought I heard her shuffling around. Maybe
sliding the covers from her body so she could sit on the edge of the bed.
And, Goddamn, that image needed to stay the fuck outta my head!

“You were… checking on me?”

“Well, yeah.” I hoped I sounded sheepish and embarrassed but I
wasn’t that great an actor. But if it pulled her out of her
nightmares, I’d suffer through it. Gladly. “I guess I
was.”

She took in a shuddering breath before speaking again. “Because of
what happened?”

I had to be careful about my answer here. I didn’t want her thinking
I felt obligated to look after her, but I didn’t want to scare her
either. God knew she had plenty of reasons to be scared of me.

“Because you need someone looking after you and I kind of enjoy the
job.”

“You don’t have to, you know. I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will. You’re strong. You need time to heal and to
learn to trust yourself again.”

“I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“Why not? What should I have said?” I kept my voice neutral and
conversational. I wanted her to keep talking so she could settle her mind. I
always managed to find a way to get through to her when she had a nightmare.
I don’t know if she suspected I was watching her or not, but whenever
I’d hear her crying or calling out in fear, I’d send a text. Or
knock on her door. Or call. If she’d noticed the timing, she
hadn’t said anything. Positive or negative.

“I thought you’d tell me I’d have to learn to trust you.
Why would you think I didn’t trust myself?”

I had to smile. I’d led her straight where I wanted her to go and
she’d done so without hesitation. “Because you already trust
everyone in this club. What you don’t trust is your own judgment
telling you to trust us.”

She was silent so long I thought I might have overplayed my hand. Then her
soft voice asked, “How do you know I trust you?”

“Because, when Rocket and Lemon said the club would pay for a place
outside the compound if you wanted to get away from us, you
declined.”

“Yeah,” she said on a sigh. “I suppose you’re
right. I just couldn’t stand the thought of being out on my own again.
I was obviously not very good on my own the first time.”

“That wasn’t your fault, Gina. Once he got you back here, it
was easy for him to make you feel like you didn’t have a choice. You
know better now and you choose to stay.”

“I never really thought about it that way. I couldn’t get past
having to be on my own. And Lemon… well…”

“What about her? You know she’s solidly in your corner.
Right?”

“That’s just it, Falcon. I do know. She didn’t make
excuses for anyone. She didn’t doubt anything I told her. She believed
everything and I was quick to tell her you guys thought I was willing
when… you know… when you…” Even now she
couldn’t say it, and I wanted to claw out my own heart.

“Yeah, honey. I know. We’re all ashamed of that, even if we
didn’t know. We could have taken the time to talk to you more. Or at
all, really.” I gave a self-deprecating snort of laughter. “More
importantly, we could have made sure you knew you weren’t in danger
from any of us. All you had to do was tell someone you wanted away from
Hammer and we’d have removed you from the situation and asked
questions later. We didn’t make it clear so that’s on
us.”

“I guess,” she said softly. “Seems like both of us were
victims of Hammer’s deception.”

“I’d say that’s a fair statement.”

I heard sounds on her end as she moved from her bedroom. I heard a door
open, then close. Moments later, the light in her living room came on.

“You said you saw a light. That you thought it was mine.” She
sounded better now. More herself. Though I hated that she’d donned the
air of indifference she hid behind, I was glad that, at least
subconsciously, she’d trusted me enough to tell me what she had.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Are you close by, then?”

“Yeah. Just outside.” Not a lie.

“Um, would you, uh…” She cleared her throat.
“Would you like some coffee?”

“You good with me being in your space without one of the women
nearby?”

“I think so.” Her voice said she was trying to convince herself
she could do this and wasn’t doing a very good job. “You’d
leave if I got overwhelmed. Right?”

“Absolutely. In fact, why don’t we sit outside on the porch?
That way you can keep the door between us if you want to.”

There was a pause, then a sniffle before she spoke again.
“You’d do that? Just to make sure I was
comfortable?”

“Gina, honey. Of course. I like bein’ around you. I like
talkin’ to you and just wavin’ at you as I drive by. I’ll
do whatever it takes to make sure you always want to spend that kind of time
with me.” God, could I sound any more pathetic? Did I fucking
care?

“Come over, Falcon. I’ve unlocked the door and am making
coffee. Let yourself in. We can sit and chat for a while.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, honey.”

I chuckled as I took my time walking up her driveway. I knocked loudly
before opening the door. Even though she was expecting me, I wanted to make
sure she was well aware of where I was in her home.

“Hey.” Her smile was small, but so beautiful it made my heart
ache. How anyone could have hurt this woman was beyond me. She carried a
tray with two mugs, a pot of black coffee, cream and sugar. That was
something else about Gina. She was always prepared with a way to entertain
guests. I got the feeling at least some of that came from the need to have
something to concentrate on besides being scared all the time. The other was
a desire to make people comfortable and welcome. The way she dealt with all
the children the club had recently acquired seemed to fulfill that side of
her as well. Which gave her an added distraction from her fear. “I
have some caramel sauce in the fridge if you’d rather.”

“Black’s fine for me. Thank you, Gina.”

She fixed hers with a liberal amount of cream and sugar before blowing
gently over the liquid and taking a careful sip. I watched her as I took a
sip of my own coffee, letting the silence stretch. I’d follow her
lead.

“Um, I should thank you. I actually had dozed off and was having a
nightmare when you called.” One hand cupped her mug while she ran her
other hand up and down her arm.

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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.

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
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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 29, 2024 · 5:00 am

Ryder Teaser

(Hounds of Hell MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense

Date Published: November 1, 2024

Margot — I’ve loved Ryder since we were kids, but he’s never been the type
to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world
differently–by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father
from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including
Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If
we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength.
Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.

Ryder — Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m
the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all
I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake.
Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff — she’s the woman I’ve
always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen
to her.

EXCERPT

Ryder

The next day Ryder smiled to read the text from Margot Donner.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
later today.

They’d become close after her mother’s death. She was the only
woman he’d ever kept as a friend for years and never fucked. Yeah, she
was a cop, but she was one of his favorite people.

“What are you grinning about?” Beast asked, shifting pillows
behind Ryder’s back.

Ryder wasn’t admitting to shit. He had a reputation to maintain.
“Just waiting to hear Axel got these fuckers,” Ryder told him,
groaning as the bigger biker hauled him up into a sitting position on the
bed.

“That’s it, huh?” Beast went over to the desk in
Ryder’s room at the clubhouse, lifted off a tray that held his
lunch.

Beast’s dark-eyed gaze was filled with humor. His muscular friend,
with his wild fringe of dark hair, towered over Ryder in the bed. Once he
situated the tray in front of Ryder, his beefy arms folded across the wide
expanse of his chest. The face of the dark wolf inked on his friend’s
forearm drew his attention with its sinister gaze.

“Maybe,” Ryder said, steadying the tray on his lap, shaking his
head. His MC brothers were still feeding him soup and applesauce. “Can
I get something solid?”

Beast shook his head. “Nah, you need to heal up.”

Ryder snorted. “I’m full of fucking holes. I’m surprised
this shit isn’t running right out of me the minute I eat
it.”

The chime of Beast’s phone had him fishing his device out of his
pocket. “Yep?”

The deep voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Hero.

Ryder tried hard to listen — he knew his twin brother was handling things,
especially with his girl in danger. Still irked him greatly that he
couldn’t be there to fight at Axel’s side. To have his back.
That had always been the deal between them. To always have each
other’s back.

As Beast listened to whatever Hero said, Ryder let his head fall back
against the pillows with a deep sigh. Alex, now Axel, had been born first by
seven minutes. A fact his twin had never thrown in his face, never used at
all. And Axel certainly earned the part of the older brother even though
they were identical. Axel could be counted on when Ryder needed him. If he
was hung over from a night of partying, Axel let him stay home and took up
the slack at work. When he got himself into the occasional fight, Axel
tipped the scales if he’d underestimated the other guy. Or came to
bail him out.

Ryder also had spent years watching his brother earn everyone’s
respect. His brother and Hero made all the business decisions for the
garage. When it came to dirty jobs the club needed doing, Axel was among the
first approached. Cool-headed and calculating, Axel didn’t miss a damn
thing.

Ryder didn’t command the same respect. He wasn’t disrespected.
And he got important jobs from the club. Okay, maybe Ryder wasn’t as
cool and calculated as his twin. But he was a good shot, a damn good fighter
with any weapon or hand-to-hand combat. And when crazy was called for? He
could do crazy all day long.

Yes, Ryder was a ladies’ man. Axel took comfort from the occasional
sweet butt although not to the extent Ryder did. He liked the ladies and
didn’t limit himself to the ones who came to every party fishing for a
Hound to claim her as his old lady. He liked his women fast and flashy, like
his bikes. Ryder appreciated a nice ride.

Unlike his bikes, he never stayed with any woman more than a few weeks.
“Love” was amazing the first few weeks. But as attachment tried
to take hold, Ryder felt himself being strangled by those thin vines of
commitment.

“It’s done,” Beast told him, ending the call.
“Sounds like a fucking free-for-all. Sheriff Sawyer got to the Mafia
guys first, then once our guys got there, Axel beat the shit out of his
girl’s ex. Probably the same fucker who shot you and killed Elsie and
Clyde over at Cowboy Pete’s.”

Ryder smiled. He knew Axel would deal with it.

“The guy dead?” Ryder asked, bracing for regret. It would have
been nice to put down the guy who shot him full of holes — or gave the
order — himself.

“Nah,” Beast told him. “Sawyer took him in.”

That could spell trouble down the road.

“At least Axel’s old lady is a little safer,” the other
biker told him as he wandered out of his room. “Until they let him
out.”

Axel’s old lady.

Everyone called her Angel but if he remembered rightly, her name was Sadie.
Was she his twin’s old lady?

Yeah, the way it started out, Ryder’d assumed she was some sort of
pity thing his brother had taken on. But weeks went by after she decided to
hide in Mercy, and his brother stayed close to her all that time. By the
time her ex and his men found her, yeah, he had to admit they’d felt
like a couple. The young woman looked at his brother like a knight in
shining armor. That wasn’t anything new. Ryder had seen that before.
His brother had a soft spot for women and kids.

It wasn’t until the party Saturday night when Axel brought her to the
clubhouse that it hit Ryder. The way his twin looked at her. Damn. He should
have noticed before. His brother had found love, and he knew next to nothing
about the woman except she’d been horribly abused by her ex and looked
at his brother like he hung the fucking moon.

Shouldn’t he know something about his brother’s girl? If she
was in Axel’s life, she’d be in his too. Hell, they’d
brought her to the clubhouse a couple of days ago to keep her safe. Ryan
heard her hustling around beyond his door. She never popped in to check on
him though.

Lying still with the pain bleeding vividly into his awareness, Ryder
reached for his pain meds, taking a double dose now that he knew his brother
was safe. His brother had saved his girl and beat the fucking bad guy. Axel
had to be feeling pretty good about things about now.

Ryder tried to shift on the bed to make himself comfortable, willing the
pills to take the pain away sooner rather than later.

He and Axel couldn’t have been further apart in life right now. His
brother was the conquering hero, setting things right for his girl and his
dumbass twin brother. Ryder went home with a girl, and she got shot in the
face, killed. Ryder got shot with her, providing the enemy with a weak board
in the fence. They had to take him out of the hospital to keep him safe from
the Mafia until Axel resolved it. Didn’t that make him a useless pile
of shit?

Before his eyes slid shut, his gaze fell on his phone. He realized
he’d never answered Margot, and he wanted to before he crashed.
Lifting the phone in his shaking hand, he read back over the
conversation.

Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
later today.

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by Jennifer Reed/ bookjunkiez | October 22, 2024 · 5:00 am

Venus Teaser

(Iron Tzars MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap

Date Published: October 25, 2024

Venus: I come from world filled with violence, death, and impossible
choices. I’ve only backed down from fight once, and that left me with
pain and regret. But now, I have chance to balance scales. I’m known
as most dangerous member of Salvation’s Bane MC. But truth is, beneath
tough exterior, I’m still a scared young woman running from monsters,
trying to protect those I love. That fear ends today. Only problem? Biker
named Piston. Doesn’t know meaning of personal space. He’s
always there, watching me, protecting me, and even though I’d never
admit it, his presence brings strange sense of peace. He makes me want
things I can never have.

Piston: For more than a decade, I’ve been Venus’s silent
protector. In the shadows, I’ve watched her, stalking her every move.
When she settled in Palm Beach with Salvation’s Bane, I made sure to
be close by. I keep an eye on her, guarding her, even if she doesn’t
realize it. But when an enemy from her past threatens her, I step out of the
shadows. Venus is on the hunt, and the monster she’s chasing has
awakened the beast in me. I protect what’s mine. And Venus?
She’s mine.

Author’s Note: Venus’ first person narrative is written in
heavily accented English. Articles (the, a, an) do not exist in Russian
language.

EXCERPT

Piston

Venus first turned up on my radar over a decade ago when she was in the FSB
in Russia. The agency I worked for was very interested in her for some
reason. I was never given the details, but I got the feeling they were
interested in luring her away from Russia. Likely because they were afraid
of her. I played my cards carefully regarding Venus. I told them the strict
truth, but I left out a lot.

Like how I’d never seen her equal in a hunter. Or that that real
shade of her hair was a very pale blonde. Or how young she looked when she
let her guard down, which wasn’t often. Or how beautiful she was. I
kept that to myself because I didn’t trust the CIA any further than I
could piss. If they were interested in this woman, she was someone I needed
to protect.

For years I kept to the shadows. When she joined Salvation’s Bane MC,
I found a home with Grim Road MC. They were completely off the radar and
close enough for me to keep an eye on Venus.

I had to smile. If she knew the extent to which I’ve been on her six
and for how long, she’d gut me like a fish.

But that’s the thing about being in deep cover. You learn how to keep
secrets, even from yourself. And Venus? She was one secret I’d vowed
never to spill. Much to the dismay of my handlers. They knew there was more
to her than I reported.

Tonight, as I held her pinned against me, feeling the rise and fall of her
chest, the stakes felt higher than ever. Her anger and her fire were
intoxicating, making every moment with her a volatile mix of danger and
desire.

“Listen,” I whispered into her ear, my voice low and steady
against the chill night air. “I’m not your enemy, Venus. I think
you know that.”

“I know you are pompous ass.” She hissed at me over her
shoulder, but I wasn’t fooled. If this woman wanted to be free,
she’d be free. And I’d be lying in pool of my own blood.

Interesting.

“Glad to see my charm didn’t go unnoticed.”

She struggled in my hold a bit longer, then relaxed with a huff, her body
still tense but no longer fighting. “You’re infuriating, you
know that, Piston?”

“That’s part of my charm too,” I replied, the corner of
my mouth lifting slightly. I loosened my grip just enough to let her know
she could break free if she wanted. It was a test as much as it was a
truce.

Venus turned within my arms to face me, her gaze fierce and calculating.
She wasn’t afraid of me, she knew she could take me, but she
wasn’t ready to kill me yet. Made me wonder why. One thing I’d
learned about Venus over the years was she never did anything without at
least a frame up of a plan.

With slow deliberate movements, she backed up one step. Then another.

“Is this a truce then?” I kept my hands to my sides, but was
ready to defend myself if necessary.

“I’m not sure.” She gave me a curious look, her gaze
moving boldly over me. Then her brow furrowed. “I’m really not
sure.”

“Then let’s call it a truce. We can always decide later to
resume fighting.”

Venus’s lips twisted into a skeptical smile, but she nodded slowly.
“Fine, truce for now. But don’t think this means I trust you,
Piston. We’re not buddies.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, my voice low and even.
Her distrust was like a sharp blade held at my neck, yet there was something
exhilarating about not knowing when she might decide to slash. It was all I
could do to keep from smiling. My cock didn’t care if she saw him or
not and shot hard so fast I nearly winced. Thankfully, if she noticed, she
didn’t mention it.

We stood in silence for a moment, the tension between us palpable. The
night air was warm against my skin, and somewhere nearby an owl hooted, a
solitary sound that seemed to emphasize the isolation of our current
circumstances.

Venus finally broke the silence. “So, what now, Piston? We just stand
here in dark staring at each other until one of us breaks?” There was
a hint of amusement in her voice, a playful challenge I hadn’t heard
before.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “We could do that, or we could put this
temporary truce to better use.”

“What do you propose?” Her voice was cautious yet intrigued,
her eyes scanning my face for any hint of deceit.

“We work together,” I said simply. “You have your skills
and resources, I have mine. Together, we can find and kill the fuck outta
Zaitsev.”

“Why do you want to kill him?” She was genuinely curious, but I
knew she was filing away all this information for inspection later.
She’d remember everything about our conversation, my expressions, the
inflection of my voice, and dissect it for every ounce of information. Just
like she’d been trained to do. Same as me.

“Isn’t it enough that his goons kidnapped my vice
president?”

She nodded slowly. “Sure. But I don’t think that’s whole
story with you.”

Smart woman. “I’ll tell you my secrets if you tell me
yours.”

“Right.” She picked up the gun Zaitsev had shot me with,
checking the weapon before tucking it against her back in the waistband of
her pants. “I’m going back to Tzars. Lemon wanted me to check on
Dani.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Lemon. Wanted you to check on her
sister.” I spoke slowly, wanting to make sure I’d heard her
right, because it sounded suspiciously like Venus, the badass assassin for
the FSB, was… running. From me.

Two things were foremost in my mind. First, it didn’t sit well that
she wanted away from me. Granted, she didn’t know me as well as I knew
her, but I was becoming more and more protective of Venus. I wanted her
close where she couldn’t get into more trouble than she could get
herself out of. Though I’d watched her from afar for years (stalker
much?), I liked having her close. I blamed my vice president. Had it not
been for Lemon getting kidnapped, I might never have gotten this close to
Venus for this long. I damned sure wouldn’t have gone with her to kill
the man she’d been trying to take down for a decade.

The second thing, though…

Yeah. Having my arms around Venus — even to keep her from eviscerating me
with her dagger-like nails — awoke something inside me I thought was way
the fuck dead. I was forty-seven years old, for crying out loud. While I had
an active sex drive, I hadn’t been this hard for this long in years.
Hadn’t had a need for it. If I had an itch, I scratched it with a club
whore. No fuss. No muss. And no one expecting to be all up in my
space.

Part of what I did at Grim Road was take care of… issues.
Permanently. I’d love to say it was why I came with Venus on this
errand, but I’d be lying. I’d claimed her in my mind the moment
I’d seen her.

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