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Truth Teaser Tuesday

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Savage Raptors MC, Book 4

A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

 

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: July 28, 2023

 

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

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

 

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

 

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EXCERPT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I signed my response back. It’s okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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Maui Teaser Tuesday

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

 

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: June 23, 2023

Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

“You going to knock?” Rebel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I hate to disappoint you both, but…”

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

“I sleep every night,” she muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s all?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“Understood.”

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

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

“Casey, dinner is done.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Author on Twitter: @HarleyW_Writer

Publisher on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram: @changelingpress

 

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Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Action

Date Published: May 26, 2023

 

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Solena — At the age of fifteen, my parents forced me to give my baby up
for adoption. I never got to see his little face or hold him. All these
years later, it still hurts — so much that one night I decide to dull the
pain with alcohol and sex. There’s only one man I want, but the
President of the Savage Raptors MC might be more than I can handle.
I’ve had a crush on him for a while now. He says he can only offer one
night. I want more. I want it all.

Atilla — Lost my woman seventeen years ago. Thought I’d lost my
daughter too… until she showed up on my doorstep. Now I have a
pregnant teen living with me, and a woman who wants more than I’m able
to give her. Solena is far too young for me. Hell, she’s barely older
than my daughter. So why is keeping my distance so damn difficult? Is it
really okay to fall in love again?

 

WARNING: Atilla has a guaranteed happily ever after, no cheating, and no
cliffhanger. There are subjects some readers may find difficult to read.
Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult content.

 

 

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EXCERPT

Solena

I didn’t know why I was here. This wasn’t my scene. The music
was too loud, the women too wild, and the smoke nearly choked me. So why the
hell hadn’t I turned around and gone home? The man at the end of the
bar was the only reason I hadn’t run for the hills.

I’d seen him around town. In fact, he often came to the café
where his daughter worked. The pregnant teen was working on her GED and
waiting tables. I’d once been in her shoes, so I could sympathize.
Except, I didn’t get to keep my baby. I’d been fifteen when my
boyfriend didn’t take no for an answer. The result had been a little
boy. One I’d never even gotten to hold. My parents had told the doctor
to take him away before I even got a good look, and I had no idea where he
was now.

I’d tried to find out, but I had had no luck. The place my parents
supposedly used for the adoption had never existed. My stomach churned every
time I thought about it. What had happened to my little boy? Was he okay?
Did a loving family get him? Today he was especially on my mind, since it
was his birthday. Which was the second reason I’d come here. I’d
wanted a distraction so I wouldn’t think about him. Obviously, it
wasn’t working.

I took a swallow of the cocktail I’d ordered and tried to get the
courage to speak to the President of the Savage Raptors. He’d always
seemed nice when he’d stopped by to visit Casey. We’d exchanged
a few words here and there. Every time I got close to him, my heart raced,
and I fought the urge to reach out my hand and touch him. Something about
him called to me. I’d never been the type to go for bad boys or rough
men. Atilla looked like both, and yet, I’d seen how gentle he was with
Casey. Perhaps it was that side of him I yearned for.

More than once, I’d gone to sleep hugging my pillow, wondering what
it would be like to have Atilla lying next to me. I didn’t know what I
found so fascinating about him. I knew people would say he was too old for
me. Their opinions didn’t matter. I’d never been so drawn to
someone before, and I found him to be the sexiest man in town. Possibly in
the entire world.

“You going to keep staring at him or go make a move?” someone
asked from beside me. I startled and glanced in the man’s direction.
Spade was on his leather cut, along with Vice President.

“Was I being that obvious?” I asked. Should I wipe my chin? Had
I been drooling over the man? Wouldn’t be the first time. One of my
co-workers once threw a napkin at me after Atilla left the café.
I’d literally been salivating over him like a dog after a bone.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure you’ve seen him wave off every woman
who approached so far. I have a feeling he won’t turn you away.
You’re different from the other women here. I can’t quite figure
out why you came to a party at the clubhouse. You don’t seem like the
sort to do this kind of thing.”

“I’m not. It’s my first time doing anything like this,
and I’m extremely nervous.”

Spade smiled faintly. “You came for him, didn’t
you?”

I nodded. I couldn’t deny it. The alcohol in my system hadn’t
been enough to give me the courage to go up to him. I wasn’t sure
anything could help me. What was I expecting from this, anyway? I
wasn’t the one-night-stand type, and I didn’t think the man had
come here to find a girlfriend. When I’d thought about getting a drink
and possibly getting closer to Atilla, my brain hadn’t gone as far as
the next step.

I yearned to speak with him. Get closer to him. If he kissed me, I might
die from both pleasure and a shock to my system. In all this time, I’d
never desired anyone. With Atilla, I found myself watching him whenever he
was nearby, and wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to him. I
couldn’t help but think if a man like him were part of my life, things
would be different. It wouldn’t change my financial issues, but having
someone to lean on, to give me their support and a little affection would
have meant the world to me. Not just anyone… him. It had to be Atilla
or no one.

Truth be told, I hadn’t slept with anyone since that one time. Then
again, I didn’t consider what my boyfriend had done to me to be
considered sex. He’d raped me. I knew it. He knew it. Everyone else
thought I’d given consent, then changed my mind after the fact and
made a fuss over nothing. Even my parents hadn’t believed me.

“Maybe I should just leave,” I said.

“Or you could follow me.” He snatched up my glass, and I
hurried after him, keeping an eye on the open beverage. I knew nothing about
these men, or what they were capable of. He wouldn’t put something in
it, would he? I chased him down, only to come to a halt next to Atilla.
Spade set my glass on the bar beside Atilla’s beer, then motioned to
the empty stool. “Sit. Talk. But stop staring at him like a
creeper.”

My cheeks warmed, and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.
Atilla’s lips kicked up on one corner and I saw the amusement in his
eyes. I sat down and took another swallow of my drink. Then drained the
glass. Atilla motioned to the guy behind the bar and before I knew it, I had
a fresh drink sitting in front of me.

“You’re Solena, right?” he asked.

He remembered my name? It pleased me more than it should have. It
wasn’t like he said I was special or anything. Just because he knew
who I was didn’t mean anything. For all I knew, he remembered every
person he ever met.

“Yeah. I work with Casey at the café.” Way to state the
obvious, idiot.

“So, why did you come here?” Atilla asked.

“To see you.” I winced. I hadn’t meant to blurt it out.
It seemed the alcohol was affecting me more than I’d realized.

“That right?” He grinned. “And what were you hoping to
gain from it?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

He eyed me up and down. “Well, you’re showing off more than you
usually do, but you’re still overdressed for a place like
this.”

I looked around the room and noticed most of the women were naked already.
And the things they were doing… I quickly turned my head. It felt
like my face was on fire, and I knew I could never be like those women. Not
that I condemned them for being so free. It just wasn’t something I
could ever do. I had stretch marks from my pregnancy, and a little extra
around the middle. I’d be too embarrassed to strip naked in front of
everyone.

“Come on. I’m getting a fucking headache. Grab your
drink.” Atilla stood, picking up his beer.

I picked my cocktail up and followed him toward the back of the building.
He entered a door at the end of the hall and flipped on the lights. It
looked like a boardroom. Well, a rustic version of one. The wood table
looked sturdy. He pulled out one of the leather chairs and motioned for me
to sit.

“Is it okay for me to set my glass down?” I asked.

He snorted. “Not going to hurt anything.”

With the door closed, it was far quieter than it had been in the main room.
The fact we were alone made butterflies riot in my stomach. I didn’t
know why he’d brought me in here. Did he expect something?

 

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Iron Tzars MC, Book 4

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: May 12, 2023

 

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Bellarose — My drive to my new job didn’t go as planned. Me and my
“photographic memory” got lost, ending up on a private road in
the middle of Nowhere, Indiana. Worse, I got a flat. And it was getting
dark. When a dangerous, sexy biker stops to help, I’m not sure if
I’m fortunate or not. Double that when I find myself mashed against
said dangerous, sexy biker with him kissing me like he wants to devour me.
Then things get really weird.

Atlas — I’m in so much trouble. Not only in the girl in my care the
most enchanting woman I’ve ever encountered, she’s the daughter
of one of the richest men in the world who happens to also be one third of
the Shadow Demons. Which means, that kiss I stole might have signed my death
warrant. Every instinct I have is telling me I need to call in my brothers
to get her out and end the operation I’ve been deeply embedded in for
months. But my little hellion has other ideas. I just hope we haven’t
waited too long. If I have, we’re both dead.

WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human
trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Happy
ending and, as always, no cheating.

 

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Atlas

What a fucking mess. This fucking club in Terre Haute was rotten to the
fucking core. I knew enough about it to make it implode with all the secret
deals going on inside, but I hadn’t been given the go ahead from
Sting, our president. Iron Tzars was an old MC, dating back to World War II.
Back then, they’d been off-the-radar Nazi hunters. Meaning, they
killed any they found and didn’t ask permission from anyone to do it.
Now we hunt down pedophiles and human trafficking rings. Occasionally we
infiltrate domestic terrorist organizations, but most of those are on the
government radar, and we let the FBI and ATF do their thing. This bunch,
however…

They were as sadistic a bunch as I’d ever seen. Not only did they
have their hands into the obligatory guns and drugs, the women and girls
they took weren’t trafficked. Oh no. They kept them. Used them. It had
put me in a tenuous position because I couldn’t keep my cover at the
expense of innocents. With the help of my brothers at Iron Tzars, I’d
managed to pull all of the underaged girls out — there weren’t many,
thank God. There were two other women still in the compound. One was happy
to be there. Said so herself as she took one man after another with a smile
on her face. The other one… wasn’t in good enough shape to
express her wishes.

That had been two months ago. Nothing had changed except I’d gotten
the leader of this bunch to leave the unwilling woman alone. It
wouldn’t last long, though. The willing woman was fast becoming an
unwilling woman. Which meant I’d run out of time.

I drove down the road back to the compound. The bike I was on was an older
chopper, but it was still a Harley, if heavily customized. It wasn’t
my own bike, but I tried to still treat it with respect. The meeting
I’d just had, the plans being put into action, had me on the extreme
edge. Which was likely why I nearly missed the woman crouched on her knees
beside a new-model Ford on the side of the road.

I swerved, and I thought I heard her scream. Pulling over to the side of
the road, I looked back over my shoulder. She was flat on her ass, gasping
for breath. When she glanced in my direction, she scrambled to her feet and
snagged the tire iron next to the car, holding it like a baseball bat.

With a scowl, I turned the bike around and drove the hundred feet or so
back to her car before stopping and shutting it off.

“Did I hit you?” Despite my worries, I never wanted to hurt an
innocent. The mere fact I hadn’t seen her until I was right on top of
her showed how distracted I’d been. A mistake like that could get me
killed in this fucking club.

“I — I…”

“Come on, girl! Are you hurt?” I snarled the question like a
demand. Which it was. She took a step backward and rounded the back of the
vehicle, putting the car between me and her.

“Don’t come any closer! I know how to use this!”

I couldn’t help but snort. “That thing probably weighs more
than you do. Now, tell me if I hit you with the bike, li’l
bit.”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

I glanced at the driver’s-side rear tire. Sure enough, it was flat.
“Do you need help?” Again, she shook her head but didn’t
relax one bit. I sighed, scrubbing a hand over my beard. I didn’t need
this. Not now. “Look. We got off on the wrong foot. I shouldn’t
have snarled at you. I didn’t think I’d hit you, but even if
I’d clipped you, you could have been hurt. It scared me as much as I
scared you. Now. Are you sure you’re OK?” I tried to soften my
tone when it wasn’t my nature. Women usually looked at my size, tats,
beard, and muscles and ran straight into my arms, begging for a hard
fucking. I had no interest in any woman who didn’t.

“I’m fine.”

I barked out a laugh. “I hate it when women do that, girl.
You’re not fine. I scared you to death.”

“It’s all right. You said it scared you too.” Her voice
was soft and lyrical, wrapping around my insides like silken ties. What the
fuck was wrong with me? I wasn’t hard up for female companionship. In
fact, until I’d been planted in this fucking club, I’d had a
different woman practically every night. More than one sometimes. Now, a
little bit of timid innocence was burrowing inside me within a few seconds?
Fuck…

“Not the point.” I raised my open hands in a non-threatening
gesture. “At least let me change your tire. Can I come
closer?”

Finally, she lowered the tire iron slowly. “I suppose so. If
you’re sure you don’t mind.” She was so small I had doubts
she could hold the damned thing for much longer anyway.

“I don’t mind at all. It’s the least I can do for nearly
running you over. Besides, I don’t leave women alone to fend for
themselves. No matter how much they don’t trust me.” I’d
meant the last to be a small joke. To lighten the mood. Because the fear on
her face in the fading light hit me viscerally. I didn’t like her
thinking I’d hurt her or meant her ill will. That was the last thing I
wanted after what I’d been through the last few months.

“I appreciate the help.”

I knelt by the car, positioning the jack properly before inserting the jack
handle and cranking to raise the car. “What are you doing on this
road? It’s pretty out of the way. Not many folks live around
here.” Because the club I was currently embedded in kept everyone out
of their territory through terror and destruction.

“I got turned around,” she said as she squatted beside me,
holding the lug wrench at the ready. “I realized I was in the wrong
place when the road went from four lanes to two. I don’t remember
passing another road, but I might have missed it.”

“Where you headed?”

 

 

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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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(Salvations Bane MC)

 

Motorcycle Club Romance

Date Published: April 14 2023

 

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Talia — Helping one of my students out of a bad situation shouldn’t
have been a life altering event. But the second Doc meets us in nothing but
jeans and motorcycle boots, I know I’ll never look at any other man
the same way. I knew Caroline’s father was sexy, but he’s a
well-established physician in the community as well as a member of
Salvation’s Bane MC. As the daughter of Grim Road MC’s
president, I know that’s a line I can’t cross. All I can do is
look from afar. Maybe it’s time to break some rules…

Doc — When my daughter Caroline shows up in a beat-up Ford, I’m
prepared to have me a little chat with some boy who needs a lesson. Instead,
an angel emerges from the driver’s side, and I’m a goner. Of
course, life is never that easy. The girl is the daughter of an MC in the
area that flies under the radar. Grim Road MC is even more secretive than
Salvation’s Bane. Whatever they do must be dangerous, because the next
thing I know, her Dad is telling me to make her my ol’ lady. And my
wife. Good thing I’ve already decided to do both.

 

WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human
trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers. Happy
ending and no cheating, as always.

 

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Fifteen minutes later, Chucky still hadn’t answered her text, and
Linnie hadn’t answered mine. Not surprising, since Trix took every
phone I gave her and pawned them. Linnie had a burner phone for emergencies,
but if she wasn’t in trouble, she might not even have it on.

“I swear to God, Trix, if something has happened to
Linnie…”

“She’s fine, Jude,” Trix snapped at me. But her brows
were knitted together, and she was calling Chucky over and over. Apparently
it was going straight to voicemail.

“Dad!” Linnie called out to me from the parking lot. I
hadn’t noticed her right away because the car she got out of
wasn’t the car she was supposed to be getting out of. Instead of the
sleek red Mercedes I knew Chucky usually drove, she got out of a light blue
Taurus. Car had to be at least fifteen years old. Judging by the slight
trail of smoke coming from under the hood, the poor thing had had it.

Relief flooded me, but I did my best not to let it show. Instead, I lifted
my hand and waved to my daughter, plastering a big welcoming smile on my
face. “Hey, sweet Caroline!” There you go, Trix. She wanted me
to use Linnie’s given name? I hoped she never got the song out of her
head.

Linnie ran around the front of the car to the driver’s side. She
appeared to be begging the person driving to get out of the car. I was
prepared for some sixteen- or seventeen-year-old punk wanting to date my
daughter. It was bound to happen sooner or later, though I’d hoped
she’d be at least forty when it did. What I wasn’t prepared for
was the slender beauty who stood and allowed Linnie to snag her hand and
lead her toward me. Wasn’t expecting this. If this was Linnie’s
girlfriend, I was so fucking fucked, because I was sure it was bad form for
a man to lust after his daughter’s girlfriend.

The woman was young. Probably barely out of her teens, if that. She had
long, jet-black hair that hung down her back in tight spirals, shimmering
with bluish-silver highlights in the sun. The breeze blowing off the sea
made all that shining silk blow to one side and whip around her body with
every sudden gust. Her skin was pale, a sharp contrast to the gleaming ebony
hair. She wore pink shorts with large yellow flowers on them and a
short-sleeved white T-shirt. The same flower in pink was inlaid with a
smaller, identical flower in yellow. Definitely one of Linnie’s
friends, romantic or otherwise. Which meant I needed to look the fuck away.
Because, no matter how young she looked or dressed, something in me noticed
the woman beneath. Even if she was trying to hide that woman.

“Dad! Dad!” Linnie waved as she tried to run with her friend in
our direction. The woman with her, however, refused to follow Linnie’s
lead willingly. She looked reluctant as hell to come near us. Every now and
then, her gaze fell on me, and she’d immediately look away. Kept
coming back to me, though. Like she couldn’t decide whether or not to
be afraid of me. “I want you to meet my teacher.”

That got my attention. This lovely young woman was most certainly not Janet
Wankum. Which made me wonder exactly how old this girl was. If she were
Linnie’s teacher wouldn’t she be at least eighteen? No. Not
necessarily. This was a private music class. This could be another student
further along than Linnie helping out Ms. Wankum. I couldn’t help but
let my gaze sweep over the girl again in a more thorough perusal. Thank God
for sunglasses. Surprisingly, I recognized her. Should have by the hair, but
she always kept it in a bun at the base of her skull. Though I hadn’t
known she was a teacher, I knew she was a stellar musician. I remembered
seeing her play various instruments from the piano to the guitar and violin.
Thought she played the flute too, but I wasn’t sure. What I
hadn’t realized at the time was how stunningly lovely she really
was.

Yep. She was luscious, her eyes a gleaming silver that seemed to look into
a man’s soul. Her body was slender yet filled out to perfection. Her
breasts were small, but with her compact body and finely muscled thighs, she
gave the appearance of someone athletic. Maybe that of a delicate ballerina.
Not a musician.

“This is Talia. Her dad’s in an MC too.”

I’d seen her with the younger kids, helping them with all the
patience of a woman twice her age. I’d caught her staring at me more
than once, but she never approached me or gave me the indication she was
anything other than afraid of me. I also thought I knew her father. Which
probably explained her trepidation. If she lived in a biker compound,
she’d be wary of another MC member.

“Rocket? From Grim Road?”

Her lips parted in surprise, and her pale gaze met mine briefly before she
lowered her eyes submissively. Goddamn if my cock didn’t give a
jerk.

“Yes,” she said with a quick nod. “Rocket is my dad. You
know him?”

“I do. Good man. Leads his club well.”

“Of course, you know

that outlaw,” Trix spat. “He’s a thug, and that girl is
as bad as he is. She’s trying to steal Janet’s students.”
Trix lunged for Linnie, trying to pull her away from Talia. My daughter gave
her mother an impatient look and shrugged her off.

“Mom, Ms. Janet asked Talia to help. She has more students than she
can handle but doesn’t want to drop anyone. Since Talia is the most
advanced of any of us, she helps. Ms. Janet has us two days a month and so
does Talia.”

“I’m not paying for this little… tramp to sit back and
play on her phone while you have another practice session.” Trix
nearly spat the word “tramp.” “You can practice at home,
Caroline. From now on, you’ll let me know what days you’re
supposed to be with Janet, and those are the days you’ll
go.”

Caroline looked like her mother had slapped her. “Mom! I can’t
believe you said that! Besides, I know Dad’s the one paying for my
lessons, because he gives me money for them every week I’m with
him.” She stepped away from Beatrix and snagged Talia’s hand
again. The older girl tried to twist free, but Linnie was having none of it.
“Talia is a wonderful teacher. Even Ms. Janet says so.” Linnie
looked at me with pleading eyes. “Daddy, Talia’s not like Mom
says.”

“It’s all right, Caroline.” Talia spoke softly, patting
Linnie on the shoulder and gently tugging her hand away. “Not everyone
understands my dad or our way of life. I’m used to it.”

The girl turned to go, but Caroline was persistent. “Please
don’t go yet, Talia. You promised to eat dinner with us.
Remember?”

“I said I’d think about it.” She glanced at her watch. It
wasn’t a fancy watch like the kind that connects to your phone, but
one that looked vintage grandma. Tiny face. Elastic metal band.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to go.” To say Talia looked
supremely uncomfortable was an understatement. She wouldn’t look at
Beatrix at all and only cast furtive glances my way. Mostly she had her head
down.

“Daddy?” Linnie gave me a pleading look, like she thought I had
the power to keep her friend with us. When my little girl gave me that look,
there was no denying her. Good idea or not.

“It’s all right, Talia. Trix was just leaving. You’re
more than welcome to join Linnie and me for supper.”

God help me, the girl’s head snapped up, and she looked at me with
wide, startled eyes before glancing at Trix again and lowering her gaze.
“I’m sorry. But I really can’t. I was supposed to go
straight home. I’ll be in trouble as it is.”

“I’ll make things right with your dad, but tell me why you
disobeyed him? Did Linnie ask you to bring her here?” I wanted Trix to
hear this. Whatever it was. Because, again, I already knew the answer. It
didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

“No. She didn’t ask. And don’t worry about my dad.
I’ll be in trouble, but I know the rules. I’ll tell him what
happened and let him be the judge of if I was right or wrong.”

“Lia…” I deliberately shortened her name, making it
intimate so she’d look up at me again. It worked, though I thought I
might fall to my knees the second her gaze locked with mine. The girl was
stunningly lovely and so Goddamned innocent I knew I was going to hell for
all the dirty thoughts I’d have about her tonight. “Who asked
you to bring Linnie to me at the beach?”

“Mr. Rothschild, sir.”

Fuuuuuuck.

 

 

 

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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Facebook: @experiencethemagicmk

 

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