New at Changeling Press: Samurai (Devil’s Boneyard MC) by Harley Wylde #mcromance #romanticsuspense @HarleyW_Writer

Grey — Desperate times call for desperate measures, otherwise I’d never have signed a contract with Knox’s Pleasure Emporium. Selling myself for a few hours once is far better than my other option — letting my mother’s loan shark use me however he sees fit in order to recoup his money. I can’t even be angry with Mom since she’s no longer with us. She did what she’d thought was best at the time, but now I’m paying the price.

I didn’t count on a biker changing my life forever. Not only did we have a slight miscommunication that ended up leaving me with an eighteen-year commitment, but he’s my only hope of escaping my son’s father. Why do I keep getting tangled up with bad boys? It never ends well for me.

Samurai — I can admit my past has left me screwed up. I’d never thought I’d pay to be with a woman, but not just anyone can handle my needs. The little goddess I purchased isn’t anything like I expected. The way she gives into me so sweetly, and comes apart in my arms, makes it damn hard to forget her when our time is over. I didn’t realize I’d be seeing her again, under less than favorable circumstances.

She needs my protection. What do I do? Act like a bastard and call her names. Not my finest moment. Now I need to fix things before my cousin, Phantom, decides to step in and claim her for himself. I might have some issues to work through, but Grey is mine, and no one is taking her from me. Not Phantom, and not the man threatening Grey and her son. Because once I’m in, I’m all in. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. I promised Grey I wouldn’t get sent to prison. I didn’t promise to be good. I just won’t get caught.

WARNING: There are scenes with bad language, adult situations, violence, and talk of abuse that may bother some readers. No cheating. No cliffhanger. And a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Samurai is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series. While the series may best be enjoyed in order, each book can be read as a stand-alone.

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I didn’t want to be here. I had a feeling this would end badly, but I didn’t know what else to do. Ryo clutched my hand and I shifted from one foot to the other while the guy behind the gate looked me over. His gaze landed on Ryo and his eyes slightly widened as he took a step back.

“You said Samurai?” he asked. “Not Phantom?”

I didn’t know who Phantom was, or why this man would think I didn’t know who to ask for. Clearly I’d come here for a reason. Did women show up and get the men confused on a regular basis? I wasn’t sure how to take that.

“Samurai.” I took a step closer. “Please. It’s important.”

His gaze dropped to Ryo again. “I bet it is.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the gates and let us through. At least we’d made it this far. Samurai might very well tell me get to lost and never show my face here again. At least I’d get the chance to find out.

He pointed to a building not too far off. “He’s probably at the clubhouse. But um… you may not want to take the kid inside there. It’s not too wild at this time of day. Doesn’t mean people aren’t smoking, or that he wouldn’t see something he shouldn’t.”

Right. Because I was at a biker compound. Who knew what went on behind the gate, much less in the building he’d called a clubhouse. I doubted they were in there playing video games or watching movies.

“I can’t leave Ryo outside on his own,” I said.

The guy looked around and let out a shrill whistle. “Hey, Sam! Lady needs her kid watched for a minute.”

The other man jogged over. I noticed both wore the leather vest like Samurai had, but neither had a name on theirs. It only said Prospect. I had no idea what that meant, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

“Sam, this is…” The guy rubbed the stubble on his jaw. “Sorry. Didn’t catch your name.”

“I’m Grey and this is Ryo,” I said.

He nodded. “Right. Grey and Ryo. She’s here to see Samurai.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose as he stared at Ryo a moment. “All right. I can sit outside with him, or I can go in and get Samurai. Might be better to have him come outside.”

“Going inside doesn’t bother me,” I said. “But he said it wouldn’t be a good place for Ryo.”

Sam shook his head. “No, I have a feeling Samurai would kick my aa… uh, rear, if I let either of you into that building. You can sit in the shade. There’s a few chairs up on the porch.”

I led Ryo over to the building and claimed a chair while Sam went inside. I could hear laughter and music spill from the open doorway, as well as the sounds of women. My stomach soured when I pictured Samurai with them. It was stupid to come here. He wouldn’t want this baby, or me. Wouldn’t care about my problems or that my son was in danger.

I stood and lifted Ryo into my arms. “Come on, sweetheart. We shouldn’t have come here. We’ll go home and figure something else out.”

I walked down the steps and toward the gate, but the guy who’d let me in was shaking his head and pointing back at the clubhouse. “Nope. Sorry. I’m not letting you leave until you see Samurai.”

“Are you serious right now? It’s obvious I made a mistake coming here. Let me go before he comes out and…”

I heard heavy steps behind me and stopped mid-sentence. My nape prickled and I had a feeling the man in question was right behind me. Ryo’s head remained tucked against my chest, and I tightened my hold on him. If I’d had anyone to watch him, or felt safe leaving him behind, I wouldn’t have brought him with me.

“Before I come out and what?” Samurai asked. I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

Slowly, I turned to face him. He rocked back on his heels, his gaze going to Ryo. “Sorry to disappoint, but no fucking way that kid is mine. Your math is off by a few years.”

“I never said he was yours.” I backed up a step. “I needed help, but I shouldn’t have come here. He won’t open the gate and let me leave.”

Samurai’s gaze went over my shoulder and I saw him scanning the road. I knew what he’d see. Nothing. I didn’t have a car or any other transportation. I had to walk everywhere and coming way out here hadn’t been easy on either me or Ryo. Thankfully the weather had cooled a little, so I at least didn’t have my clothes and hair plastered to me from sweat. Could have been worse.

“You walked here carrying him?” he asked.

“Yes, and if you’ll tell him to let me go, then I’ll walk right back home. I shouldn’t have come.”

“Why did you?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest.

I shifted Ryo in my arms and felt my dress pull tight over my stomach. I tried to hide the small bump before he noticed and seemed to have managed since he didn’t say anything. Or maybe he didn’t care. This version of Samurai was very different from the one at the Pleasure Emporium. The man who’d made me cry out his name, who’d melted my bones with multiple orgasms, wasn’t the one eying me now.

“Some people in town have talked about the good things your club does. Toy drives and helping homeless women. I’d hoped you might know of a way to solve my problem, but it was wrong to even ask.”

“You sure the kid isn’t Phantom’s?” the guy at the gate asked.

Samurai’s eyes narrowed as he studied Ryo. The look he slid my way held a hint of hostility. I didn’t know why they kept bringing up Phantom.

“I’ve never met anyone named Phantom,” I said. “Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“He’s my older cousin, and your son resembles him,” Samurai said.

I didn’t want to do this out in the open, or where Ryo could hear, so I chose my words carefully. “Do you remember my first reaction to you, and why I said it happened?”

His chin went up and he cursed softly. “The guy who hurt you. The one you said was Japanese, like me.”

I ran my hand over Ryo’s hair. “He saw me last week, with Ryo. He knows, and he… he said he’s coming for us. I survived him once. Even if I could live through it again, I won’t let him get his hands on Ryo. My baby is a good boy. He’s sweet and innocent. If Itachi gets his hands on him…”

“Itachi Suzuki?” Sam asked. “That’s who you’re running from?”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

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. 

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

Series Boost: Knight’s Legion MC by Naomi Porter #mcromance #kindleunlimited

Series: Knight’s Legion MC

Author: Naomi Porter
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: Available Now




Mayhem is coming for the Knight’s Legion MC…
Madeline. My Angel.
The light to my darkness.
As President of the Knight’s Legion MC, death and destruction come with the territory—this club is my life.
Then she comes along and casts a spell on me with her innocent blue eyes. A healing balm to my soul. Powerful enough to chase away my demons.
Caught up in an MC war is no place for a wholesome kindergarten teacher. No place for an Angel. What if she sees the savage monster in me?
But walking away isn’t an option. From the first touch, I’m doomed. Swallowed up by her goodness.
Claiming Madeline is the only way to keep her safe. And make her mine.
Warning: A heart-wrenching cliffhanger ahead. A HEA is waiting for you in Avenging Angel.
This series does contain dark elements. Reader discretion advised.


The mayhem continues for the Knight’s Legion MC…


Storm. My protector.
I need his darkness, like he needs my light.

After surviving an abusive relationship, I swore off men.
Until the President of the Knight’s Legion MC crashes into my life, holding me captive with his haunted gray eyes.

Storm is a force to be reckoned with and I welcome the chaos— it makes me feel alive.

He owns me. Body and soul. I love the way he loves me. Fueled by a fierceness that keeps him on the edge, but I keep him from going over.

When the enemy threatens to tear us apart, I find out just how strong I really am.

Storm is my everything… I will do anything for him, regardless of the sacrifice.

NOT a standalone. Please read Savage Storm first. It is recommended you read the series in order.
**Contains dark elements. Reader discretion advised.**



Tara. My Roja.
Together, we will rise from the ashes.
As Sergeant at Arms of the Knight’s Legion MC, I am the protector. I face death head-on, holding the memory of my loved ones close.
Until a striking pair of doe-eyes and crimson hair makes me rethink my death wish. Question whether I’m deserving of a second chance.
Roja has her secrets. I see through her smart mouth and attitude.
She’s like me. Broken and alone.
Guilt overrules my newfound hope after a soul-binding weekend together. I destroy the woman I can’t live without, sending her spiraling into darkness.
But I hold on with a death grip, refusing to lose another woman I love. Hellbent on claiming her. Roja is mine.
This series contains dark elements and possible triggers. Reader discretion advised.



Aspen. My Snow.


As teenagers, we were always each other’s forever and ever. Until we weren’t.

Today, I am the enforcer for the Knight’s Legion MC. I dole out punishments on soulless criminals with my blade Ricky.

In the MMA cage, I unleash my anger and frustrations. Fighting is my lifeline to living without the only woman I ever loved, my Snow.

My MC life is disrupted when she arrives at the club, nearly frozen to death and battered. I’m shaken to the core. Buried feelings resurface, pissing me off.

Snow needs the club to protect her from her ex.

I need her gone.

After a decade of hating each other, we’re thrust together and it’s about to get brutal. If I can protect her from her lunatic ex, maybe this could be our second chance…

CONTENT WARNING: This book contains dark elements that may be triggering to some readers. Discretion advised.

“Dive into the world of the Knight’s MC and you will never look back.” –Goodreads Review

“I think I have just had my mind blown! UH! WOW! ” –Goodreads Review

“Ahhhh I love this series so much.” –Goodreads Review



 


Naomi Porter always had a knack for storytelling, and she’s finally putting pen to paper to share with you, the reader. Whether she is trying to stay warm in the freezing winter weather or cool in the sweltering heat, she’s pounding away at the keys of her laptop to bring you the latest gritty motorcycle club romance or decadent billionaire saga, or an outlandish, heart-stopping sexy drama.

No matter what story she’s telling, you can bet it has sexy as sin men, sassy and confident women, and plenty of sizzling passion. Enter Naomi’s naughty world today!




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Now in Paperback: Beast/Hawk by Harley Wylde #mcromance #agegap

Beast (Reckless Kings MC 1)

Lyssa — I should have known I’d end up with a biker. I always liked a bad boy in grease-stained jeans. If there’s one thing I’ve dreamt about the last few years, it’s Beast. The moment our lips touch, I know he’s going to be mine.

Beast — A goddess walked into my clubhouse and turned my life upside down… But her daddy is Torch, President of Dixie Reapers MC, and her grandfather is world-renowned assassin Casper VanHorne. Good thing I’m not just any man. I’m Beast. President of the Reckless Kings MC. And I’m the man who’s going to claim Lyssa…

Hawk (Reckless Kings MC 2

Hayley — If I’d realized chasing Cuddles through the biker compound would result in the hottest night of my life, I might have fixed my hair and dressed a little better. Not that Hawk seemed to mind. I just didn’t realize the night would end with a free gift — one that’s an eighteen-year-long commitment.

Hawk — Never thought I’d make it to forty without finding someone special. Hayley’s the last woman I should fall for. If I’d known our one night had repercussions, I’d have tried harder to find her. Finding out I have a daughter is the scariest thing ever, but it means I get what I want most. A family.

WARNING: Beast/Hawk Duet contains scenes of graphic violence and adult relationships, as well as some well-meaning meddlesome bikers who aren’t above causing a bit of mischief.

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EXCERPT

Copyright ©2021 Harley Wylde
Excerpt from Beast

Beast

Brick flashed his phone screen to me with a wide grin. “They look good, don’t they?”

I nodded. What else was there to do? I wasn’t so big an asshole I’d deny his sister any true happiness she could find. I’d wanted it to be with me, but after all she’d been through, she’d needed a clean break and a fresh start. Far the fuck from here.

“Kid looks cute.”

“Yeah, she does. Charlotte keeps calling Jenna her miracle baby.” Brick sighed. “I miss the hell out of her.”

He wasn’t the only one. I understood why Charlotte had left, even gave her my full support. Still hurt like a bitch, watching her taillights fade into the distance, knowing damn well she’d never set foot in this town, or even this state, ever again. She’d lost her baby, and the doctors had said she might not have another. She’d proved them wrong.

“How’s what’s-his-face?” I asked.

Brick snorted. “You don’t like saying his name, do you?”

Nope. Not even a little. Every time Brick showed me pictures of Charlotte and her family, I thought about everything I’d lost the day she’d left. I’d been in love with her since long before I should have noticed her. Didn’t matter. I wasn’t what she needed. In the end, she’d settled in Alaska, found herself a nice, ordinary guy who worked for the National Park Service as a wildlife biologist. The guy made enough to take care of Charlotte and their daughter by legal means, and as much as I wanted to hate the man, he seemed like a decent sort.

Brick sighed. “Rob is doing fine. Got a promotion last week, in fact. Charlotte seemed excited.”

Perfect. “Great! I’m sure Rob is the perfect husband for her, and the best dad ever.”

“Look, brother. I’m sorry Charlotte left. I know you had feelings for her, but she’s in a good place. Rob treats her like a queen, and she’s far away from all the shit the club deals with. The only danger she might face is a fucking bear or wolf. And I mean the animal kind, not the humans we run across who are fucking rabid.”

I knew he was right. Knew it, but didn’t have to like it.

“Fine. She should have moved away from here, from the club. I’m glad she’s safe and loved. I won’t say I’m thrilled she’s gone, but I’m happy for her.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. I really did want her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. I could do without all the pictures of her new life. Brick liked showing off his sister and her kid, and I accepted it. Just didn’t like it being shoved in my face every damn week.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Brick asked.

Not even close. “Did Torch say what the fuck he wanted?”

“You really haven’t paid attention, have you? It wasn’t Torch who called. It was Venom. The club needs a favor.”

Of course, they did. Everyone wanted something. “What time are they arriving?”

“Any second. Something about wanting to rest tonight, then talk in the morning before they head out first thing.”

“Guess I better drink up.” I finished off my beer and got another. Didn’t have anyone to blame for my shit mood except myself. If I’d made a move on Charlotte sooner, she never would have gotten hurt. She’d have been mine, and I’d like to think we’d have been happy. Hindsight was a bitch.

It was unusual for a club to ask for a favor without giving any details. The Dixie Reapers were a good sort, so I wasn’t worried they’d ask for more than I was willing to give. Even if it was a bit odd. They had clubs they were closer to, even tied to by blood. So why come here? For that matter, why not settle this shit over the phone? It wasn’t exactly a short drive.

The clubhouse doors swung open and light spilled through the doorway, silhouetting a petite woman with curves in all the right fucking places. Hair black as pitch and skin white as snow. Fuck. I sat up a little straighter. Hadn’t seen the likes of her around here before. Maybe today wasn’t such a shit day after all.

She slowly turned her head, taking in the room. When she spotted Brick and me, she sauntered forward, the doors shutting behind her. My eyes adjusted to the dim interior again and I sucked in a breath. A tight black sweater clung to her like a second skin. Ripped denim molded to her shapely legs. The black boots on her feet were tiny but badass. She looked like a biker’s wet dream.

“Dibs,” I murmured, not taking my gaze off her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

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. 

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

New at Changeling Press: Savage (Devil’s Fury MC) by Harley Wylde #mcromance #agegap #romanticsuspense @HarleyW_Writer

Mariah — I knew my dad, a Dixie Reaper, wouldn’t understand why I wanted to date a cop. It’s why I’d planned to elope with Ty, until it all went so very wrong. My dad caught me, tossed me into the car, and drove me hours away to the Devil’s Fury. I didn’t know he’d already promised me to someone else. Savage. The Devil’s Fury MC Treasurer. A man who set butterflies loose in my stomach at first sight.

The man might have claimed me as his, but he runs every time we’re in the same room together. I can’t tell if he’s just that turned off by me, or if there’s another woman. Whatever it is, he either needs to let me go, or make me his — in all ways. I just never expected the surprise left at the gates, and the way it would make my heart break, or the fact my ex would be a lunatic. I should have known life would throw me a curveball. Or two. Nothing is ever easy.

Savage — Claiming a woman sight unseen didn’t seem like such a bad thing. It wasn’t like I had anyone I wanted to settle down with. The fact she’s two decades younger than me might have given me pause at one point, but not anymore. Then she arrives, spitting and hissing like an angry kitten. I try to do the right thing and give her time. Except clearly that was the wrong thing to do.

I’ll make her realize she’s the only one I want, claim her in every way possible, but first… I need to take care of business. The dirty cop who preys on women and children will be taught a lesson he won’t soon forget. Should have known the daughter of a Dixie Reaper wouldn’t shy away from getting her hands dirty and wouldn’t need saving. Not sure how I got so lucky to call her mine, but I’m holding on tight to Mariah. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.

WARNING: Savage is part of the Devil’s Fury MC and contains bad language, adult situations, dark content, and violence some may find difficult to read. But there’s a guaranteed happily-ever-after, no cliffhanger, no cheating, a super cute little girl, and some adorable kittens.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Harley Wylde

Mariah

My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I stared out the window, refusing to even look at my dad. I couldn’t believe he’d hauled me away from Tyson. Another few minutes, and we’d have been gone. I wondered who’d told. Could have been the Prospect at the gate, or any of my dad’s spies around town. I should have waited until dark. Even though I’d begged Ty to wait, he hadn’t listened.

“Can’t ignore me forever,” my dad said.

Want to bet?

We crossed the Alabama state line and entered Florida. He hadn’t said exactly where we were going. Devil’s Boneyard? They weren’t far from our current location. I wanted to ask. Pressing my lips together, I forced myself to remain silent.

“Fine. Pout like a damn kid, Mariah, but it’s not going to change anything. Settle in. We still have a bit of a drive.”

I looked over at him. What the hell did that mean? The Devil’s Boneyard was only another hour, if that. So where were we going? When he took the ramp to head north into Georgia, my stomach knotted. Oh, shit.

“We’re going to see Farrah?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“Nope, but same location.”

Shit. If we weren’t going to see Farrah, then who? Did my dad want my brother-in-law, Demon, to scare the hell out of me? Because it wouldn’t be hard. Just being in his presence was enough to make me pee myself. I knew he doted on my sister, but it didn’t change his scare factor. I’d heard the stories of what he’d done when people crossed him or the Devil’s Fury.

I tried not to fidget as the truck ate up the miles. My nerves were shot by the time we arrived. Expecting my dad to stop at Farrah’s or even the clubhouse, I couldn’t hold back my gasp as he kept going. Bile rose in my throat, and I scanned the area, not having a damn clue whose house we’d be visiting. The fact he’d packed my clothes and a box of my books didn’t bode well for this being a quick stop.

Since my dad had taken my phone, I couldn’t even text Ty to let him know my current location. I knew he’d have come for me. We may not have made our flight today, but we could have gotten another one.

We came to a stop outside a sprawling home. It might have only been one-story, but I could tell it was far from small inside. I got out and stood by the truck, not knowing what to expect. The front door opened and when I saw the large man who strolled out to meet us, my stomach flipped.

“You made good time,” Savage said, holding his hand out to my dad.

“Needed to get her out of there immediately. Caught her trying to run off with the cop.” My dad glared at me. “Nothing to say, Mariah?”

“Why am I here?” I asked.

Savage’s eyebrows rose and he rocked back on his feet. “Damn. I’m guessing this is a conversation we should have inside. Y’all come in. Need me to get anything from the truck?”

“I threw a box of her books in the back seat, and she has a bag of clothes. I can send the rest in a few days.” My dad started walking to the house. “Getting old’s a bitch. I’m using your bathroom.”

Savage snickered.

My dad tossed a phone at him. “That’s hers. She can have it back, but I’m not giving it to her. She may call that shithead cop.”

Savage caught the phone, looked at it a moment, then handed it to me. “No calls or texts until we talk. Don’t make me regret letting you have that back.”

He opened the back door of the truck and hauled my stuff out like it didn’t weigh anything. I had no choice but to follow him into the house. He set my things down inside the door and motioned for me to have a seat in the living room. Gray slate floors stretched in every direction, and the light gray walls added to the drab color scheme.

I sank onto a black leather sofa and eyed the unusual coffee table. It had to be custom-made. The base looked like a large cut tree trunk. Etched into the top were the colors for the Devil’s Fury, and a piece of glass set over the top, cut to match the edges. I hadn’t ever seen anything like it. The wood had been distressed or stained to a dark charcoal.

To my left, a flat screen TV hung from the wall. It had to be at least sixty inches or more. Across from the couch and table were two chairs, and a smaller table set between the two. An ottoman sat catty-corner to one of them, and I figured it must be where Savage usually sat. The chair looked more worn than the other one.

My dad entered the room, his arms folded, and he glared at me. I narrowed my eyes right back and waited to see why he’d brought me here.

“What did you mean you caught her trying to leave with the cop?” Savage asked, sinking into one of two leather chairs, the one I’d thought would be his. He sprawled, reminding me of a big jungle cat.

“Ty and I are getting married,” I said.

Savage tensed. “That right?”

“I didn’t tell her,” Dad said. “I should have, but I was biding my time.”

Savage arched an eyebrow. “That worked out well, didn’t it?”

The look they shared told me something was up. Why had my dad brought me here? What had he kept from me?

“Tell me what?” I asked.

“Casper VanHorne arranged for Savage to claim you as his old lady. You’re already promised to him, Mariah, so you can’t marry the damn cop.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

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. 

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

New at Changeling Press: Shotgun (Black Reign MC) by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #agegap #romanticsuspense @marteekakarland

Esther: I was born and raised Southern Baptist — a preacher’s daughter at that. If Daddy had his way I’d be a preacher’s wife, just like my momma. I want more. I want out. The only way I see to escape my father’s rule leads me to University of Miami to study cyber security. That is, until I walk into the wrong bar on the wrong night and… look up to see my knight on a shining Harley. Shotgun’s about as far left of Daddy’s expectations as a woman could get. And I may be damned for my sins, but I want him. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s met his match.

Shotgun: My real name is Moses. Moses Blackstone… no relationship to the firm. For some godsforsaken reason, El Diablo has decided I’m going to learn Cyber Security. I got no clue why he thinks I’d be any good at this. Give me some heads to bash and I’ll be fine. But computers? I hate computers. But if I can’t learn this shit, I’ll fail in front of my club, and in the eyes of El Diablo.  When I wandered into that bar I was looking for a good fight. Or a good lay. Either would do. Instead I find a preacher’s daughter. And maybe my own salvation…

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Shotgun

“Software Hacking and How to Avoid it Happening to You” as taught by Giovanni Romano of the Shadow Demons wasn’t exactly what I would call a bunny course. In fact, I called it fucking torture. The man was a fucking sadist of the worst sort.

“If I have to look at that man five more seconds, I’ll put a fuckin’ bullet in his goddamned brain. Then we’ll see how smart he is.”

“It’s not that bad, Shotgun.” Fury picked up a glass full of whisky and downed it in one gulp. “Besides, even if you shot him in the head he’d still be twice as smart as you.” I threw Fury a look that he totally ignored as he got another drink.

The bar, though near the middle of Palm Beach, was a dive. The only people who frequented it were roughnecks and bikers. It was a hell of a good time most nights, but I just wasn’t in the mood. At least, not for fun. I needed a good knock-down, drag-out brawl. Fury didn’t seem to want to be here either, but then, he was rarely in a good mood unless he was in the presence of the little girls currently taking over the men of Black Reign. Little Bella was Rycks and Lyric’s daughter while Holly was the daughter of Wrath’s woman, Celeste. Fury was still gruff, but only if it made the girls giggle. If anyone called him out, he beat the fuck out of the bastard and everyone else shut the fuck up.

“This is a waste of time,” I muttered. “I’ll do whatever El Diablo needs, but I ain’t gonna learn anything from that fucker Giovanni. He makes it purposefully difficult so no one can get what he’s talking about, and he looks all superior and shit.”

“Don’t know about that,” Fury said as he downed his second shot. “But I know you can get it if you want to bad enough. Ain’t never seen anything you couldn’t do once you set your mind to it.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You sick or somethin’?”

Fury didn’t even look at me. “No. So don’t get used to it. I just happen to think that Giovanni character needs taken down a fuckin’ peg or two.”

“You’re speakin’ my language now.”

Fury snorted. “’Course, I happen to think you’re a dumb shit from time to time as well, so…”

“Fucker.”

We sat in silence for a while, casing out the place. Seemed pretty tame tonight. Only three women and they all seemed to be claimed by one man or another so no fighting over women.

“I’m done,” I said, slapping down a twenty and standing from my stool at the bar.

“You ain’t goin’ to the docks, Gun. El Diablo specifically said no fighting. He’s tryin’ to keep the club outta shit for a while.”

I ground my teeth together. “Then let’s go to Beach Fit. I gotta work off some steam, and physical exercise after a day of staring at a fucking computer screen sounds perfect.”

“I think I can allow that.”

My gaze snapped to his. “Allow?”

“Yeah. I’m your keeper until this shit’s done.” When I just stared at him, Fury added, “You didn’t think I was hangin’ with you for your stellar personality, did you?”

“Motherfucker,” I muttered, shooting the last of my whisky. “I’m gettin’ the fuck outta here.”

Just as I spoke, the entire bar went silent. I’d heard the door open and close, but hadn’t registered much else until the only noise was the hard rock coming from a speaker in the corner. I let my gaze quarter the area.

“So, that’s what all the commotion’s about,” I said softly.

“Fuck,” Fury bit out, standing and dropping a twenty beside mine. “Get ready.”

“No shit. Hope El Diablo don’t get too angry, or our heads will roll.”

“Just don’t kill anyone.”

As if not realizing the whole bar was watching, a curvy woman waltzed in like she owned the place. Her head was up and her nose in the air, like she was better than everyone in the place and knew we all knew it. She wore a sundress of the palest green, the hem hitting her just above the knees and swishing around her legs as she walked. Modestly heeled sandals adorned her feet, the thin straps wrapping around her slim ankles several times. The heels were just high enough to make her calf muscles flex ever so slightly. Smooth, creamy skin beckoned every fucking biker in that bar. No doubt they were all imagining tossing her on one of the now-abandoned pool tables, pulling her legs wide apart and fucking the sweet pussy beneath that skirt.

“What’ll it be, sugar?” The bartender leaned against the bar as he polished a glass, biceps flexing as he did. Yeah, he was thinking the same thing we all were.

She cleared her throat delicately. “Um, a Coke, please.” Her voice was high-pitched, like she was young. I knew that on first sight, but now I questioned whether or not she was even legal to be in here.

The bartender pointed to a little door off to the side next to the restrooms. “Coke’s in there. Buck twenty per gram. You pay before you go in.”

She nodded her head, then opened the tiny purse she carried around her neck and across her body. Girl actually pulled out a dollar and a quarter and handed it to the bartender. Now, he looked less than amused.

“One-twenty,” he snapped. “Even for a pretty little thing like you.”

The girl looked adorably confused. “But… I just gave you a dollar twenty-five.”

“I’ll spot her.” A big, burly guy pushed his way to the bar, a big grin on his face. He slapped two one-hundred-dollar bills on the bar. “You can start workin’ it off once you get the first line done.”

When she still looked confused, I knew me and Fury were about to challenge El Diablo’s orders. Getting the girl and ourselves out without killing anyone might not be possible.

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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Beast (Reckless Kings MC 1)

Lyssa — I should have known I’d end up with a biker. I always liked a bad boy in grease-stained jeans. If there’s one thing I’ve dreamt about the last few years, it’s Beast. The moment our lips touch, I know he’s going to be mine.

Beast — A goddess walked into my clubhouse and turned my life upside down… But her daddy is Torch, President of Dixie Reapers MC, and her grandfather is world-renowned assassin Casper VanHorne. Good thing I’m not just any man. I’m Beast. President of the Reckless Kings MC. And I’m the man who’s going to claim Lyssa…

Hawk (Reckless Kings MC 2

Hayley — If I’d realized chasing Cuddles through the biker compound would result in the hottest night of my life, I might have fixed my hair and dressed a little better. Not that Hawk seemed to mind. I just didn’t realize the night would end with a free gift — one that’s an eighteen-year-long commitment.

Hawk — Never thought I’d make it to forty without finding someone special. Hayley’s the last woman I should fall for. If I’d known our one night had repercussions, I’d have tried harder to find her. Finding out I have a daughter is the scariest thing ever, but it means I get what I want most. A family.

WARNING: Beast/Hawk Duet contains scenes of graphic violence and adult relationships, as well as some well-meaning meddlesome bikers who aren’t above causing a bit of mischief.

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Copyright ©2021 Harley Wylde
Excerpt from Beast

Beast

Brick flashed his phone screen to me with a wide grin. “They look good, don’t they?”

I nodded. What else was there to do? I wasn’t so big an asshole I’d deny his sister any true happiness she could find. I’d wanted it to be with me, but after all she’d been through, she’d needed a clean break and a fresh start. Far the fuck from here.

“Kid looks cute.”

“Yeah, she does. Charlotte keeps calling Jenna her miracle baby.” Brick sighed. “I miss the hell out of her.”

He wasn’t the only one. I understood why Charlotte had left, even gave her my full support. Still hurt like a bitch, watching her taillights fade into the distance, knowing damn well she’d never set foot in this town, or even this state, ever again. She’d lost her baby, and the doctors had said she might not have another. She’d proved them wrong.

“How’s what’s-his-face?” I asked.

Brick snorted. “You don’t like saying his name, do you?”

Nope. Not even a little. Every time Brick showed me pictures of Charlotte and her family, I thought about everything I’d lost the day she’d left. I’d been in love with her since long before I should have noticed her. Didn’t matter. I wasn’t what she needed. In the end, she’d settled in Alaska, found herself a nice, ordinary guy who worked for the National Park Service as a wildlife biologist. The guy made enough to take care of Charlotte and their daughter by legal means, and as much as I wanted to hate the man, he seemed like a decent sort.

Brick sighed. “Rob is doing fine. Got a promotion last week, in fact. Charlotte seemed excited.”

Perfect. “Great! I’m sure Rob is the perfect husband for her, and the best dad ever.”

“Look, brother. I’m sorry Charlotte left. I know you had feelings for her, but she’s in a good place. Rob treats her like a queen, and she’s far away from all the shit the club deals with. The only danger she might face is a fucking bear or wolf. And I mean the animal kind, not the humans we run across who are fucking rabid.”

I knew he was right. Knew it, but didn’t have to like it.

“Fine. She should have moved away from here, from the club. I’m glad she’s safe and loved. I won’t say I’m thrilled she’s gone, but I’m happy for her.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. I really did want her to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. I could do without all the pictures of her new life. Brick liked showing off his sister and her kid, and I accepted it. Just didn’t like it being shoved in my face every damn week.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Brick asked.

Not even close. “Did Torch say what the fuck he wanted?”

“You really haven’t paid attention, have you? It wasn’t Torch who called. It was Venom. The club needs a favor.”

Of course, they did. Everyone wanted something. “What time are they arriving?”

“Any second. Something about wanting to rest tonight, then talk in the morning before they head out first thing.”

“Guess I better drink up.” I finished off my beer and got another. Didn’t have anyone to blame for my shit mood except myself. If I’d made a move on Charlotte sooner, she never would have gotten hurt. She’d have been mine, and I’d like to think we’d have been happy. Hindsight was a bitch.

It was unusual for a club to ask for a favor without giving any details. The Dixie Reapers were a good sort, so I wasn’t worried they’d ask for more than I was willing to give. Even if it was a bit odd. They had clubs they were closer to, even tied to by blood. So why come here? For that matter, why not settle this shit over the phone? It wasn’t exactly a short drive.

The clubhouse doors swung open and light spilled through the doorway, silhouetting a petite woman with curves in all the right fucking places. Hair black as pitch and skin white as snow. Fuck. I sat up a little straighter. Hadn’t seen the likes of her around here before. Maybe today wasn’t such a shit day after all.

She slowly turned her head, taking in the room. When she spotted Brick and me, she sauntered forward, the doors shutting behind her. My eyes adjusted to the dim interior again and I sucked in a breath. A tight black sweater clung to her like a second skin. Ripped denim molded to her shapely legs. The black boots on her feet were tiny but badass. She looked like a biker’s wet dream.

“Dibs,” I murmured, not taking my gaze off her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.

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. 

The times Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even though she’d much rather be reading or writing.

You can find out more about Harley or enter her monthly giveaway on her website. Be sure to join her newsletter while you’re there to learn more about discounts, signing events, and other goodies!

Interview with author Andi Rhodes #romanticsuspense #authorinterview

I’m so excited to have Andi Rhodes on the blog today! If you aren’t familiar with her books, you definitely need to check them out – especially if you enjoy romances about bikers! Steamy, sexy stories that will keep you turning the pages…

BOOKS+COFFEE: How long have you been writing, and how long did it take before your first book was published?

ANDI: I’ve been writing for about 3 years and published my first book in January 2020 so there was about a year and a half between when I started and when I published.

BOOKS+COFFEE: Do you have a routine you follow when you’re working on a book? A certain time of day when you write, or a snack you keep nearby?

ANDI: I’ve learned that I am more productive when I write in the morning before doing anything else. I typically have music on in the background but every once in a while, I’ll put Netflix on.  I don’t always have snacks nearby but when I do, it’s peanut butter M&Ms.

BOOKS+COFFEE: What is the scariest thing you face as a writer? How do you handle it?

ANDI: There are a few things that scare me… commas (lol), running out of ideas, ads. But the thing that scares me the most is one of my books not being good. As authors, we put our heart and soul, our blood, sweat, and tears into every story. We give so much and the idea that it still may not be enough is scary as hell.  I’ve come a long way as far as that goes though. In the beginning, I used to agonize over every word in every review. I didn’t have a very thick skin. One or Two star reviews would trigger the tears and self-doubt. Don’t get me wrong, I still want readers to love my books but I don’t agonize over as much. My confidence in my ability to tell a story has gotten better. And I’ve learned that I can’t please 100% of the readers 100% of the time.  That’s just not how it works.

BOOKS+COFFEE: What do you think is the most important thing to remember when following your dreams?

ANDI: You can’t always get to the top on your own. Especially with self-publishing, despite what the words say. Aside from writing books that make readers feel something or help them escape reality for a little bit, my dream is to hit a bestseller list.  I’m not going to get there on my own. I’ve got a tribe behind me. I’ve got fellow authors who encourage me, friends, family, my husband, designers, an editor, my ARC team, and of course, my readers. None of this would be possible without them. So my advice is to find your tribe and love them hard. Appreciate them and support them in return. Don’t try to do it all by yourself.

Now, let’s talk a little about your current book…

What’s the title of your current release and is it part of a series?

Greaser and it’s the 4th Soulless Kings MC book

Who published Greaser?

It comes out Sept. 16th and I’m publishing it under my publishing imprint, Blue Journey Publishing. I publish all of my books.

Your cover looks amazing. Do you know who the artist is?

Thank you! Of course I know. Amanda Walker designed the cover and she did an amazing job.

Was there something in particular that inspired you to write this story?

I feel like the answer to this should be yes but it’s not. There wasn’t anything in particular that inspired the story other than I knew when Nicole Cypher and I started this series, there were certain characters that would get their own story. I’ve shifted to writing the stories on my own but I still want to give those characters a voice.

If there’s one thing a reader will take away from this story, what do you hope it is?

That you don’t always know what someone’s struggle is, even if you think you do. We all have a past, a story we may not share with those in our lives. I think people are really good at putting on a smile to cover up the pain (physical or emotional). I want people to sit back and remember to not assume you know how someone feels or what they’re thinking. And I want readers to remember that it’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to have to rely on others to prop you up when you can’t stand on your own.

Any funny stories you can share about writing this book, or something that sparked the idea for it?

The story of Greaser and Trinity was sparked by Trainwreck, a prospect in the club. I LOVE Trainwreck and as each book has been written, that particular character has been written in a way that his story is a guarantee (wink, wink). To me, he’s hilarious, and I wanted to capitalize on that because so far, readers have seen him as this goofball who has a loyal streak a mile wide and who will do whatever he is told for the club. He’s gonna make a badass patched member someday and Greaser and Trinity’s story brings more depth to him. Because Trinity is Trainwreck’s twin. And NO ONE knew about her. Don’t worry, this book isn’t about Trainwreck but he plays a bigger role than he has in previous books and honestly, if it wasn’t for him, Greaser and Trinity wouldn’t have a story to tell.

Greaser…

The Soulless Kings are my family, my life. I would die for them, bleed for them, kill for them. Patched members, prospects, blood relatives… they all have my loyalty, no questions asked. What I won’t do is tolerate lies, no matter who they come from. 

Until I catch a brother in one. 

Danger shows up at our doorstep and I find myself reevaluating my boundaries. I don’t have a choice. It could mean the difference between life and death for the woman who’s done the impossible: risen from the dead. 

Trinity…

People don’t come back from the dead. It’s impossible, yet it’s exactly what I’m doing. For twelve years, I ceased to exist. My family, my friends, the world thought I was gone forever. I was a statistic, a faceless number among millions. But I’m back and I need to be seen, to be heard, to be remembered. 

My escape isn’t planned. It happens fast but I don’t look back. Not until I’m forced to. I manage to track down the one person who will recognize me, my twin. Looking at me should be like looking in a mirror. The problem is, his new family doesn’t know I exist and they don’t take kindly to lies or strangers. 

And I represent both.

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Data/Thorn (Bones MC) by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #romanticsuspense @marteekakarland

She doesn’t need an old man like me, but to keep her safe I’ll kill anyone who gets in my way.

Data (Bones MC 8)
Zora — I live a life of wealth and luxury. There isn’t anything I can’t have. Except my freedom. So I turned to the computer. And that’s where I met my match. When my life suddenly falls apart, Data’s the one to rescue me. But he’ll also be the one to rip my heart in two.

Data — I’m no good with people. I stick to my computers. When my online partner and friend ends up in trouble, there’s no way I’m letting her go it alone. But the girl is barely eighteen. She doesn’t need an old man like me. But I’ll rule her to make her mine. And kill anyone in my way to keep her safe.

Thorn (Salvation’s Bane MC 3)
Mariana — If it weren’t for bad luck… Yeah. That’s me. Stranded on the side of the road after my boyfriend threw me out. When a big, muscle-bound, tattooed biker pulled up and ordered me to “pop the hood” I was scared, but, God, the man was smoking hot!

Thorn — Yeah, I steamrolled my way into Ana’s life. But I wasn’t prepared for the call I got from the hospital or the sight of her broken body. I’m all about vengeance, and someone is going to pay for this. Because I might have gone and fallen in love with her.

WARNING (Spoiler Alert): Traumatic pregnancy loss and explicit violence which could be triggers for some readers. As always, expect a HEA with no cheating.

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Excerpt from Data

One by one, the riders shut off the bikes but didn’t get off them. Only one man took off his helmet and approached the house, a horrible scowl on his bearded face. Zora quickly jumped up and went inside. She tried to close the door, but the man was on her already. He didn’t grab her but shoved his foot inside the door so she couldn’t shut it.

She squealed, shoving her weight against the door. Like that was going to help if the man really wanted in. She was so slight there wasn’t enough of her to deter him.

“Zora, stop,” he barked.

She was so shocked he knew her name, she obeyed. Then she blinked several times. “D?”

“Data,” he corrected. “And you are in so much trouble, you can’t even conceive.” As angry as he sounded, Zora thought he’d pull her outside, but he didn’t. He held open the screen door and stepped back so she could come back outside the house. When she didn’t readily comply, he raised an eyebrow. “I will carry you if you don’t come out on your own.”

She swallowed but did as he said. Why, she had no idea. Of all the ways she’d envisioned meeting her online friend, this wasn’t it. And what was with all the bikes? She’d also thought he was closer to her age. Sure, the remark about spending time with his daughter had registered, but she’d just assumed his daughter was a child. She hadn’t asked and he hadn’t volunteered, but when she’d imagined what he might look like, it was as a college guy. Maybe slightly older. The reality couldn’t have been further from the truth.

This man — Data — was in his forties, bearded, and heavily muscled. He towered over her. She was only five foot three, so she guessed he was at least six-three or -four. Looking at the men behind him on their bikes, talking amongst themselves, she noticed they glanced toward Zora and Data occasionally. They were all just as big and just as strong. Just as intimidating.

Date gestured for her to go back to her perch on the swing where she’d been before, and he took one of the chairs next to her. For long, long moments, he sat looking at her, his forearms resting on his thighs, fingers laced together.

“Um,” she cleared her throat. “You, uh, want some tea? I’ve got soda, too.”
Nothing.

“I’d offer beer, but I don’t –”

“Why the fuck didn’t you do what I told you to?” He didn’t raise his voice, but the message was the same. Data wasn’t happy with her. At fucking all.

“Where’s your phone?”

“I left it at back at Gordon’s house,” she squeaked.

“And the burner I told you to buy? You know, the one you were supposed to use to text me with your location so I knew where you were and had a way to contact you?”

“I forgot it, OK?” Her voice was firm and a little irritated. There. She’d found her spine. Finally. Mostly.

“Do you have your computer?”

“Yeah. But I’ve been so busy trying to get myself set up here, I haven’t been online.”

“Believe me, I’m fully aware. I’ve had our private chat open for days. I had the program set to notify my cell if you came online. My phone has been by my side or in my fuckin’ pocket constantly.” The more he talked, the louder he got, his anger obviously building. He didn’t shout at her, but his frustration with her was more than obvious. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. “I was fuckin’ worried sick.”

She blinked several times. “What? Why would you worry about me? I can take care of myself.”

“I’m aware. Doesn’t change the fact I like knowin’ you’re good.” There was silence between them. An uncomfortable one where she fidgeted and he just stared at her, his expression unreadable but intense. “Did it ever occur to you I might care about your wellbeing?”

Of course. She got it now. Just like everyone else in her life, he worried about her abilities being taken away from him. And be Goddamned, it hurt. “I’m sure you could find any number of hackers willing and able to help when you need it,” she said, unable to keep the pain from her voice no matter how much she wanted to act like it didn’t bother her. “Hell, you’re much better than I ever thought about being. It’s not like I put you in a bind.”

He sat up straight. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

She shrank back. This wasn’t her D. This man was scary. And an asshole, but she wasn’t saying that out loud. “I said it wasn’t like I put you in a bind.”

“Data!” One of the men called warningly from his bike in her driveway. “Simmer the fuck down, brother.” That was surprising, but not unwelcome.

Data scrubbed a hand over his face before stroking the front of his beard-covered chin with a couple of fingers. “Look,” he said. “Did it ever occur to you I might be worried about more than your abilities with a computer? Maybe I was concerned about my friend. Ever fuckin’ think of that?”

“I… Your… friend?”

“Yeah. My friend.” Data shoved himself out of the chair and held out his hand for her. “Come here, cutie.”

It was that nickname that made her stupid hand land in his and her body allow him to pull her to her feet. The next thing she knew, he’d wrapped her up in those strong arms and hugged her tightly. She was so much shorter than him, he just picked her straight up, her legs dangling in the air.

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.

BOOK REVIEW: Red (Salvation’s Bane MC) by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #bookreview #romanticsuspense @marteekakarland

Rosanna: Salvation’s Bane’s been good to me — more of a family than I’ve ever had before. And I want that. But I’m not a kid anymore, and I know what I want. Red. I need him to see me as more than just another mechanic. No matter how good I am, working beside the man is never going to be enough. I’m going to break him down. Get under his skin, until he realizes I’m a grown-ass woman, and I know my mind.

And if that bitch of an ex of his doesn’t leave us alone, she’s the next thing I’m gonna break.

Red: I’m headed for a special hell. Rosanna knows her way around cars, I’ll give her that, and she looks sexy as hell with a wrench in her hands and a spot of grease on her nose, but she’s just a kid. I know she’s got a past she can’t or won’t talk about, and she may think she’s all grown up, but she’s younger than my son, Anthony. Pretty sure that makes me some kind of a pervert.

And now that Anthony’s the assistant DA, he’s got a bee up his ass to take me down. Be damned if I’ll let him take Rosanna with me. I should send her far away from me and this life, but one kiss is all it takes to pull me under. I could no more give her up than I could give up the air that I breathe. I’d kill to protect her. And from the looks of things, I may have to.

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MY REVIEW – 5 stars!

Red is a steamy age-gap romance that will break your heart … then put it back together.

Red hasn’t had an easy life. With an ex who hates him, and a son who dislikes him just as much, he’s done his best to keep everyone at arm’s length, fearing it will put a target on their backs…. and for good reason. His ex is a piece of work and only out for herself. And his son has traveled down a dark path from which there may be no coming back …

Rosie is exactly what Red needs, if only he’d let himself love her. She’s sweet, sassy, and smart. But more than that, she’s head over heels for Red and knows no one else will be her “one”. Good thing she has a backbone of steel because she’ll need it if she plans to tame the biker of her dreams.

While Red’s story does touch on dark subjects, it’s not done in detail. More of a reason why certain things have to happen so you catch a glimpse of the darker side of what Salvation’s Bane is fighting but that’s it. The main focus is on Red’s battle with himself and his ex, and Rosie.

Once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. Watching a big, tough guy like Red fall is always delightful. You know what they say… the bigger they are, the harder they fall … and boy does he fall for Rosie!

*Disclaimer: I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review. The review above is only my opinion.

Red (Salvation’s Bane MC) by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #romanticsuspense @marteekakarland

Rosanna: Salvation’s Bane’s been good to me — more of a family than I’ve ever had before. And I want that. But I’m not a kid anymore, and I know what I want. Red. I need him to see me as more than just another mechanic. No matter how good I am, working beside the man is never going to be enough. I’m going to break him down. Get under his skin, until he realizes I’m a grown-ass woman, and I know my mind.

And if that bitch of an ex of his doesn’t leave us alone, she’s the next thing I’m gonna break.

Red: I’m headed for a special hell. Rosanna knows her way around cars, I’ll give her that, and she looks sexy as hell with a wrench in her hands and a spot of grease on her nose, but she’s just a kid. I know she’s got a past she can’t or won’t talk about, and she may think she’s all grown up, but she’s younger than my son, Anthony. Pretty sure that makes me some kind of a pervert.

And now that Anthony’s the assistant DA, he’s got a bee up his ass to take me down. Be damned if I’ll let him take Rosanna with me. I should send her far away from me and this life, but one kiss is all it takes to pull me under. I could no more give her up than I could give up the air that I breathe. I’d kill to protect her. And from the looks of things, I may have to.

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PRAISE FOR RED

“well written great addition to the series that has you hooked. a good story line thats action packed and desires filled!” Jenni, Goodreads


“This story has excitement, tragedy and a little humor.” – G, Goodreads


“I was captivated from the beginning of this story, it kept me on my toes, made me laugh, I even shed some tears but overall I enjoyed every single moment.” – Andrea, Goodreads


“Whew, this one is RED hot!!! Steamy and full of feels.” – dee, BookBub

EXCERPT

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“Get the lead out, boys,” Red gruffed to the dozen or so men in the garage he owned. “We got less than forty-eight hours to deliver these two cars and I still need to go over them to make sure you fucks didn’t miss anything.”

“Go to hell, Red!”

“Like we ever miss anything, you motherfucker!”

“Fuck you.”

One guy just flipped him the bird without looking up from under the hood of the car he was working on.

“Lazy as you fuckers are, if I let it slide once, you’ll fuck me over the next time and it’s my ass in trouble with Thorn.” Red tried not to grin, but it was hard. He worked with good men and loved every one of them like a son. At least, he loved them like he wanted to love his own son. That ship had sailed, though.

“I can help if you need me.”

The groan came before Red could repress it. “No,” was all he said.

“But –”

“Said no, girl. Now get on with you.”

Her name was Rosanna Creamer, and the image her name presented just… stuck. Because, seriously, he could envision her creaming on his cock for hours and hours. Every day. Forever. She was also so young any thoughts he had about her were probably illegal. If not, they should be. He was forty-eight years old. Rosanna said she was twenty-three, but he had his doubts.

The disappointed look on her face got to him every time. He wanted to call her back and give her a job to do, but if he did, the kid would walk all over him.

“Fine. But I’m ten times better than any of those fuckers,” she muttered.

“No swearing.” He said it automatically, like he might scold a naughty child. The second he did, he winced.

“Fucking fine, motherfucker,” she shot back. There was venom in her voice, but Red didn’t mind. His head whipped around almost of its own accord to watch her stomp away. Because, really, she had an ass to make angels weep. When she hit this level of angry, she always flounced off with that little ass jiggling like his hand might make it jiggle if he’d smacked it. Sure enough… yeah. There she went. And just like that, his cock was at full attention.

“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his mouth.

“And don’t think I don’t know you’re looking at my ass,” she shot back over her shoulder. Then, just to torment him, she flashed him a cocky grin and bent over at the waist to pick up a wrench from the garage floor where some dumb fuck had left it.

He turned away from her. Had to. Otherwise, he’d have her bent over the hood of the GTO she was working on. Red’s garage was a legitimate business. They fixed and maintained cars of all kinds, from luxury to ordinary, beat-up Fords. It also fronted a chop shop and sold stolen cars overseas. Rosanna was a huge asset to him in so many ways. The girl could fix anything. She even had an affinity with the newer, high-end cars with sophisticated security systems.

The sound of her giggle snagged Red’s attention. She’d just been flirting with him, but now she was trying to ensnare Julio? What the fuck?

“Don’t the two of you have something to be doing beside playing hide the wiener?”

“Ain’t nothin’ more important than that,” Julio muttered.

“Nope,” Rosanna said at the same time. “Hide the wiener is the most important task I have. Though, poor Julio here isn’t allowed. His woman took his man card.”

Roars of laughter all over the garage.

“Then perhaps he should get away from you so he don’t get fuckin’ castrated. Can’t afford to be a man down now.”

She patted Julio on the shoulder. “Much as I adore Julio, he’s not the man for me.”

He wasn’t rising to the bait. If he did, he’d be hard all fucking day and masturbate all fucking night. He wasn’t going to ask…

“Well, just who is the fuckin’ man for you, little girl?”

“Oh, I imagine he’s someone a little older than Julio.” She winked at Red.

Every Goddamned time she said something like that, Red just had to open his big mouth. And every Goddamned time, she was more outrageous.

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.