AUDIOBOOK NEW RELEASE: Rocky (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #audiobooks #mcromance #agegap @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

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Narrated by Umi Markannen
Published by Changeling Press
Duration: 4 hours 49 minutes

Mara: 

I was daddy’s little girl, until he didn’t come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can’t stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can’t have—me. 

I didn’t realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. 

Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I’ve ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I’m too young. 

I’ll just have to prove him wrong.

Rocky: 

All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as f–k woman—a woman I shouldn’t touch. 

I’m not only 20 years older than her, I’m part of the reason her dad never came home. I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. 

I’m just not sure who’s going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I’m not ever going to let her go.

Carnage by Marteeka Karland & Author Interview! #mcromance #agegap @marteekakarland @changelingpress

Calliope: I’ve made some bad choices, but this time I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life — all because another mistake had come back to haunt me, putting my adopted sons at risk. In sheer desperation I turned to some bikers on the road for help. One in particular — the man they call Carnage — seems to wrap his mantle of protection around us. What I didn’t know is, his club is home to the twins’ father. Once again, I know I’ll have to pay the consequences for my bad decisions. What can I do if he decides he wants custody of his sons? I’m not sure even Carnage can save us this time.

Carnage: I really do try to steer clear of trouble, but when a frightened woman with two kids flags us down on the road, I can’t leave them to face their fate alone. I know I’m bringing trouble home with us, all the way back to Kentucky and the very heart of my club. One thing’s for sure — I have questions that need answers. I promised Calliope I’ll never let anyone separate her from her boys, and I mean to stand by that promise. There’s no way I’m letting anyone take what’s mine. Carnage isn’t just a name. It’s what follows in my wake when people get in my way.

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Interview with Marteeka Karland…

BCH: You’ve written a variety of romance genres. Which was the most challenging?

MARTEEKA: Good question! They all present their challenges, but I think the most challenging is probably the MC genre because it can go so many ways. I think I tend to fall in the more “gentle” category of MC in that I can’t make my characters cheat and I sometimes have more lighthearted themes. The hard part is finding the balance.

BCH: Do you ever get writer’s block? How do you handle it?

MARTEEKA: YES!!! YES!!!! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!! Honestly? I just push through it. I tell myself, “Hey, Bitch! You want money? You gotta do this.” Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. But I’ve stopped worrying about it and just keep going. I sometimes end up having to cut a bunch of words/pages/chapters, but I have a regular release each month I have to meet so not getting done is not an option. I don’t always make it on time, but I always make it. No other option for me most months.

BCH: How much of your real life seeps into your stories?

MARTEEKA: All the time to varying degrees. I find parallels in a lot of things. Sometimes its unintentional, others… yeah. VERY intentional. LOL It can be characters or situations.

BCH: When did you know you wanted to be a writer? What made you decide to submit your first book to a publisher?

MARTEEKA: I wanted to be a writer since I was in the 3rd grade. We all had to write a Halloween story. Most of the kids did a paragraph or two… I wrote a page and a half. It was fun. After that, it was a series of unfinished stories, or chapters or partial chapters but I never finished a book. It’s still a struggle sometimes getting to “the end.” But I knew it was what I wanted to do, but I just needed to find a publisher who accepted work in my length book. Once I did, I submitted and never looked back!

BCH: Can you give us a “behind the scenes” peek into your research or thought process while writing Carnage?

MARTEEKA: I came you with the idea on the way to a writing retreat with Changeling. It was a long drive in the interstate and I tend to pair up with “buddies” on the road. You know. So I don’t get a ticket. 🙂 So I thought, what would happen if a woman was in trouble and tried to get the attention of a group of bikers she’d been following for several miles? Would they notice her? Would they help her? How would they help her? And it kind of snowballed from there.

BCH: Do know what book will be next? When will it release?

MARTEEKA: Styx from Salvation’s Bane is my next book. It’s almost done. I’m excited because it brings me back to Appalachia. They are truly the Hatfield’s and McCoys. 🙂

BCH: If there’s one thing you could tell your readers, what would it be?

MARTEEKA: I APPRECIATE YOU MORE THAN I COULD EVER EXPRESS!!!

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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BOOK REVIEW: Betraying Her by Jordan Marie #multicultural #mcromance #bookreview

I should break it off and push her away, but she’s just too addicting.

The heart wants what the heart wants, and Thomas West has always wanted Gabby to be his.
He didn’t think it would ever happen.
Thomas knew she had feelings for his brother, Dom.
Why wouldn’t she?
Dom is great. Hell, he lives in awe of his older brother, too.
All the girls fall at his feet and he doesn’t have anything to hold him back.

Thomas isn’t jealous of his older brother, but he does wish things could be easy in his life, too.
Still, he just wants Gabby, and when she seems to give him the green light, Thomas has never been happier.
Yet, appearances aren’t always what they seem.

Betrayed, bruised, and broken, Thomas goes off to lick his wounds.
The last thing he expected was to find a woman staring at him with hunger in her eyes—a woman who looks so much like Gabby that, at first, he thought she was.

It was wrong, but it felt good for a woman to want him around for a change–him and not his brother.

Lyla didn’t mind the way he spoke. She accepted him. Thomas didn’t count on Lyla being so potent—so irresistible…

Now… it’s much too late.

Welcome back to the Savage Brothers 2nd Generation! Dragon may have got his woman rather easily, but Thomas is finding out things aren’t ever going to be easy for him. Luckily, with his parents’ blood running in his veins he’s sure to rise to the occasion.
This is a prequel to Breaking Her and should be read first as it ends where Breaking Her will take up.

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FABIOLA’S REVIEW – 5 stars

Baby boy Thomas is definitely conflicted about his feelings but what he doesn’t know is, there’s no confusion, he has a broken heart, and because of it, he may lose the love of his life Lyla. She’s the sweetest person alive who just want someone to love her for her. These characters will be in for a world of pain, but at the same time I’m rooting for them, they’re so perfect for one another. Author Jordan Marie packed a punch with this one and I’m loving it!! Five flipping amazing stars all the way, I need more, GIMME GIMME GIMME…..🔪💔🔪

*Disclaimer: This book was purchased/borrowed through Amazon. The author did not request a review.

NOW IN PAPERBACK: Red/Demon’s Little Lamb by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #romanticsuspense @marteekakarland

Danger. Betrayal. Family. I’d kill to protect her. And from the looks of things, I may have to.

Red (Salvation’s Bane MC 9)
I need Red to see me as more than just another mechanic. 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: Rosanna knows her way around cars, I’ll give her that, and she’s sexy as hell with a wrench in her hands, and she may think she’s all grown up, but she’s younger than my son — the assistant DA. Anthony’s got a bee up his ass to take me down, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let him take Rosanna with me.

Demon’s Little Lamb (Shadow Demons 2)
Azriel knows the sexy college grad he’s hired may be in bed with an enemy trying to takeover Argent Tech, the company he and his brothers built as a cover for their underground activities. Now Azriel and the Shadow Demons are about to stage a takeover of their own. Of the permanent kind.

After graduation, Lamb’s excited to start her new internship at Argent Tech. First she takes a short break in the Keys, where she meets a wealthy businessman on vacation. They hit it off both in bed and out — until she finds out he’s married. Instead of a jealous wife, she has one of Argent Tech’s owners after her. Had she known the stakes, Lamb wouldn’t have bet her heart. Now all she can do is believe in her Shadow Demon…

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PRAISE for Red

“Rosie is exactly what Red needs, if only he’d let himself love her. She’s sweet, sassy, and smart. 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!”

— 5 Stars from Books+Coffee=Happiness via Goodreads

“Ms. Karland is a fabulous writer and I enjoy her MC romances. Rosanna was a perfectly balanced character who knew when to stand up and when to step back, and she fought harder than anyone to preserve herself and love her man at the same time. I enjoyed the wonderful writing and the newest chapter of Salvations Bane story.”

— 4 Cups from Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More

PRAISE for Demon’s Little Lamb

“The author did a wonderful job of writing – even though the heroine doesn’t know everything the hero is thinking, she overhears things, or people share things with her that allow a reader to find out what they want to know without head hopping or telling. It’s through dialogue and observations made by the heroine. It’s a complete picture and I appreciated that… the tale is fascinating, the writing is tight where it needs to be and I enjoyed the sparks that fly between Azriel and Lamb.”

— Xeranthemum, Long & Short Reviews

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: El Segador by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #agegap @marteekakarland @changelingpress

Swan: I’m barely in my twenties, but I’m dying. Bone cancer. The treatment could be worse than the cancer itself. When my mom died shortly after my diagnosis, I made a bucket list and started working on it. All was going well until a big, tattooed guy found me on the beach. Well, the kid and the huge dog found me first, but… semantics.

El Segador: They call me The Reaper. I’ve lived my entire adult life in the shadows so I could be the deadliest asset El Diablo has. Together we’ve brought death to more men than I can count. But then I meet her. Swan. I may be a sucker for a woman in trouble, but I’m not stupid. There’s no way her real name is Swan Lake. Except, apparently, it is. When she tells me about her bucket list, I’m in. Now, I’m thrust into the light with Swan at my side going to… romantic dinners? My only goal is to clear her bucket list before it’s too late. But what if one item on that list is to fall in love?

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MY REVIEW – 5 stars

El Segador touched on subjects that may be difficult to read. It’s an emotional story full of heartache, laughter, and love. The alpha biker is protective to a fault when it comes to Swan. This is a fast-paced, insta-lust story that will hook you from page one!

If you’ve read previous books in this series, which I have, you’ll find El Segador to be a lighter read. It’s still packed with steamy scenes, and may make you shed a tear, but it’s not your typical darker MC romance story. Nothing wrong with that. Different is sometimes just what the doctor ordered.

I enjoyed the characters a great deal, especially Swan. My heart broke for her throughout most of the story. And El Segador became a big teddy bear after one look at Swan. I loved their interactions, and the lengths he would go to ensure her happiness. Lots of swoonworthy moments.

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

EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2022 Marteeka Karland

Swan

I woke up to the music of seagulls and crashing waves on the morning tide. A fresh, warm breeze came off the ocean, caressing my skin with a fine saltwater mist. The sun was just peeking on the horizon in beautiful pinks and blues as clouds wafted lazily just in front of the rising ball of fire. How had I gone twenty years without witnessing something so spectacular? For my first morning in Lake Worth, this wasn’t turning out to be as awful as I thought it would.

Stretching in my nest of quilts in the white sand, I gave a contented groan. Yeah. If my life was going to be cut short, I was going to live what time I did have to the fullest.

Bucket list check: Wake up on the beach to see the sunrise.

A little beach house currently sitting empty was only fifty yards or so away. I could have slept on one of the lounge chairs, but the sand had been so warm from the day’s heat, once it was dark out, I couldn’t resist. The warmth spread through my nest, and the sensations were just magical. Now. I just hoped I hadn’t picked up any sand crabs or other creepy crawlies. Surprisingly, I wasn’t too stiff. My thigh still ached, but nothing more than usual. The more I walked, the more it hurt. But I knew my walking days were numbered anyway, so I was determined to push myself until the leg just wouldn’t hold me anymore.

I sat with my arms crossed over my bent knees, a smile on my face and the wind in my hair. Time for another adventure today.

No sooner had the thought entered my head than I was tackled by the biggest, slobberiest, hairiest dog I’d ever seen. My squeal of surprise quickly turned to giggles as the dog licked my face like it had found a long-lost friend. It was long-haired but well groomed. A big red collar was buried in all that hair.

“Where’d you come from, huh? You lost?”

In answer, the pooch licked my face again. I struggled to sit up with the weight of the big brute pressing me down. Once I did, the lovable giant plopped down across my legs, effectively pinning me in place.

“You know this ain’t gonna work. Right?” I ruffed up his ears, and he closed his eyes in bliss. “I got shit to do today.” I thought for a minute. “Though I’ve never met a Saint Bernard before. Maybe that could be one of my bucket list completions.

“Bucket list check: Get licked nearly to death by a Saint Bernard puppy.” I laughed as the dog looked up at me as if I were his best friend. “I’d say that’s just as important an experience as anything else.” I continued to scrub his ears, and he continued to behave as if he were living his best life.

“Bruno!” A girl about six or seven. She had short, curly blonde hair and wore pink shorts and a white shirt with the word “Maddog” emblazoned in a bold, pink font across the front. “You’re not supposed to be on the beach! What are you doing?”

I waved a little sheepishly at the girl. “I’m sorry. I didn’t invite him over, but he seems to have made himself at home.”

“Yeah. He does that. Of all the dogs at home, he’s the neediest. If he doesn’t get petted, he runs off to find someone who can devote all their time to him.” The girl was tiny in comparison to the dog, but she walked up to him and snapped a leash onto his collar. The dog whined and laid his head down, obviously pouting. “Really? Your name’s Bruno and you’re acting like this? You’re almost as big a lame-o as Wrath started out being.”

“Holly!” The bellow came from off in the distance in the same direction the girl had come from. It was male and didn’t sound happy.

“Uh-oh,” she said, wincing a little. “I’m gonna get it now.”

I looked up to see a large man in running shorts, running shoes and nothing else jogging in our direction. He was huge! Muscles everywhere and a scowl on his face that almost looked like worry. But I couldn’t be sure.

“He’s not gonna hurt you, is he?”

“Him?” The girl, obviously Holly, hiked her thumb in his direction. “Nah. He’s harmless. My mommy, on the other hand… yeah. I see a scolding in my future.”

I took another look at the man as he got closer. Lord, the man was fine! Muscles. Tattoos. A short beard and shaggy hair… What’s not to love? Maybe I needed to add “Have sex with a hot runner” to my bucket list.

“He belong to you?” I asked the girl, indicating the big guy headed in our direction. “Are you Holly?”

The girl sighed. “Yeah. But you can ignore him if you want. He tries to be all scary and stuff, but he never is. Me and Bella put pink glitter in his hair last week, and he just growled at us.”

The man in question trotted next to us. He gave me a passing glance then dismissed me before speaking to Holly. “Your mother told you not to run off.”

“I had to get Bruno. He ran off. Not me.”

“You followed him. Which means you ran off.” The man scowled at the little girl. She should have been intimidated — I know I was — but she just shrugged.

“If I hadn’t gone after Bruno, he’d probably have mauled my new friend here. Then I wouldn’t have had a friend. That would be horrifying!” I wasn’t certain if her not having a friend or me getting mauled was the horrifying bit.

“Right,” the big guy said, shaking his head. “Well, you’ve got the mutt now. Let’s get him and you back to the clubhouse. Your mom’s worried, and you know Wrath doesn’t like to see her upset.” The word clubhouse caught my attention. Not many people used that term, and it was prickling my Spidey senses. I had a feeling this was a man I didn’t need to be around. There were motorcycle clubs all over the area. Though no one really said negative things about them, weren’t all MCs up to no good? At least, that was my perception. If this guy was a biker, though, he didn’t quite fit my mold of dangerous person who’d kill me to death.

“Daddy Wrath doesn’t like to see me upset either. Think how upset I’d be if my dog ran off, and my friend got mauled!”

The guy gave me a measured look. “Your friend, huh? What’s her name?”

Holly glanced at me, obviously expecting an assist. The kid was good.

“I’m Swan,” I said.

When I said nothing else, he raised an eyebrow. “Last name?”

I winced, dreading what was about to come next. “Lake.”

“Swan Lake,” he said. He sounded like he either didn’t believe me or was struggling not to laugh. Which got my back up.

“It’s not my fault, you know. I didn’t pick my name.”

“Nothin’ wrong with your name.”

“Swan was just about to come back home with me for breakfast,” Holly said. “She likes pancakes with lots of syrup.”

“I see,” the guy said. “Well. I guess I better put in an order with Archangel. He’s cookin’ breakfast for you and Bella.”

“Oh, boy! He makes the best pancakes!” She handed the leash to the man and tugged my hand, trying to get me up. “Come on! You don’t want to miss out!”

“Yeah, but I think I’m gonna have to pass. I appreciate the offer, Holly.”

“You’re not comin’?” Now Holly looked like she was on the verge of tears. I glanced at the man, and he gave me a hard look. Yeah. Not accepting her invitation was not an option.

“Well, maybe for just a little while, then.” I smiled, trying to take the sting out of my earlier blunder. It must have worked because Holly jumped up and down.

“Yea!” She took my hand as I carefully got to my feet, lifting my backpack over my shoulder. Holly then tugged me along with her. I didn’t know the guy’s name, but I had the feeling I didn’t want to know. I was pretty sure what I needed was to run. Fast. Except I wasn’t sure I could run. My thigh, while not hurting a horrible amount, made the night on the ground known with every step. I was sure I limped at least a little.

Holly chatted all the way to our destination. Which I thought was a hotel instead of a “home” or a “clubhouse.”

“Holy shit!” I gasped. “I thought you said this was a clubhouse.”

The guy shrugged. “It is.”

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.

PREORDER: Thunder (Dixie Reapers MC) by Harley Wylde #mcromance #agegap #darkromance @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

Thunder (Dixie Reapers MC)

Written by Harley Wylde
Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Release Date: June 17, 2022

Amity — I knew people could be cruel. I never thought the entire school and town would turn against me. And why? Because I trusted the wrong person. I thought Evan loved me. How could I have been so wrong? He used me. Humiliated me. Then my parents threw me out. I’d hit rock bottom when Thunder found me. He didn’t just get me off the bridge that night. He saved me in every way that counted. He’s my rock. My hero. My everything. I only hope one day he’ll come to love me as much as I love him.

Thunder — My club is my life. My family. And I’ll do anything for them. But I’ve kept a secret. Something from my past. Before I became a Dixie Reaper. When Portia asks for help, I can’t deny her. So I go out into the storm. I didn’t realize the impact it would have on me. Seeing Amity on the bridge, ready to jump, brought it all back. Now I’ll save her because I have no other choice. I failed in the past. I won’t this time. One look in her eyes, and I know she’s meant to be mine. I will lay her demons to rest. Get revenge for her and our baby. Every man who’s touched her, hurt her, will answer to me. And I’m sending them all straight to hell.

WARNING: Thunder is part of the Dixie Reapers MC series and contains adult content some readers may find difficult to read. Bad language, adult situations, bullying, teen suicide, attempted suicide, and other dark content. Please proceed with caution.

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Thunder

I leaned against the porch post in front of my house and watched the storm. Lightning streaked the sky as the rain poured down. I’d always loved weather like this, which was only a small part of how I’d gotten my name. Torch had once commented that when I lost my temper, it was like the thunder booming. Needless to say, when it came time for me to patch in, they’d given me the name Thunder. Couldn’t complain. It could have been worse.

Normally, I’d be at the clubhouse on a Friday night. As much as I liked to party with my brothers, some of the club sluts were getting a little too clingy. Veronica, in particular, couldn’t seem to take a hint. I let her suck me off once, and now the bitch thought she meant something to me.

A shadow moved through the dark, and I had a feeling Merlin was making his way over. He lived two houses down, and lately, he’d been hiding from the President’s daughter. Portia had her eye on Merlin, and the poor bastard didn’t know how to let her down gently. He’d found her infatuation cute at first. Now that the girl had been chasing him for months, he did his best to hide every chance he had. Although, why the fucker was lurking in the shadows in the middle of a damn storm, I didn’t understand. Surely Portia wasn’t out in this mess.

“Would you get your ass on the porch and stop creeping along like a serial killer?” I called out.

The figure darted closer, and I realized the shadow was far too small to be Merlin. What the fuck? Portia came onto the porch, rain dropping off her, and panting for breath. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. “Does your daddy know you’re running around?”

“I need help.” She stared up at me with wide eyes. “Well, not me. It’s someone I know. She’s in trouble, Thunder. I tried to find Merlin, but he didn’t answer his phone or the door. I don’t know what else do to.”

“Talk to your parents?” I suggested.

She shook her head. “You don’t understand. Amity needs help. I’m grounded and Daddy took my keys. I got a voicemail from Amity that’s freaking me out. I tried calling back and she’s not answering. I need to find her!”

She pulled out her phone and pulled up the message. She put it on speaker and hit play. The first thing I heard was someone crying as if their heart had broken into a million pieces. She sobbed and tried to catch her breath a few times before finally speaking.

“Portia, I’m sorry. I know I promised, but I can’t do this anymore. Thank you for being my friend for the past three months. None of this is your fault. I just can’t… can’t –” The message cut off, and I stared at Portia.

“Who the fuck is Amity and why does it sound like she’s about to kill herself?” My heart pounded against my ribs. I’d never tell Portia, or anyone else, but hearing about that woman just now took me back to a dark place. One I’d never told a soul about.

“How do you not know?” Portia asked. “Her name has been all over town. Remember the guy at school who recorded himself having sex with his seventeen-year-old girlfriend?”

“The asshole who sent a sex video to the entire senior class?” I asked. “Are you telling me that girl is the one in the video?” Shit. I’d seen her picture in the paper, and I’d heard people talking. I’d eavesdropped on a few conversations, but I hadn’t realized she and Portia were friends. Hell, if the Pres knew, he’d have been busting some heads around town. From what I heard, the punk who sent the video and screwed the girl over would be spending the next ten years in prison for child pornography. He’d put in a request to be tried as a youth. The judge had declined. And fuck if that hadn’t made me smile.

It didn’t matter if he’d willingly broken the law. He’d known taking that video, then sharing it, was beyond wrong. Some assholes thought the rules didn’t apply to them. I might not walk the straight and narrow, but I’d never do something like that. Hurting women and kids went against everything I believed in. Same for abusing animals.

She nodded. “Amity didn’t know he was playing a cruel joke on her. And she sure the hell didn’t know he’d recorded them. People whisper when she walks through town, or outright call her a whore or a tramp. Her parents…”

“What about them?” I asked, pushing away from the porch post. I knew there were some shit parents in the world, but surely hers hadn’t turned their backs on her. If I’d ever had a daughter, I’d have treated her like a princess. Hell, I was still young. Plenty of time to find my one and only and start a family.

“They’re awful, Thunder. You should have heard some of the things they’ve said to her. They blame her for all of it, and only care how she’s made them look to their friends. She turned eighteen last week, and they threw her out.” Portia hugged her arms around her waist. “She didn’t have anywhere to go. They didn’t give a shit.”

Sounded like her parents needed their asses kicked. But the longer we stood here talking, the worse our chances of finding Amity before she hurt herself.

“Where would she go, Portia?” I asked.

“She’s been living on the streets. I have no idea where she is, Thunder. But she’s alone, and she’s hit rock-bottom. I think she really means to end it all.” Portia sniffled and I could tell she’d be crying any moment. “I should have asked my dad to help her. I don’t know why I didn’t.”

I cursed and pulled my keys from my pocket. “I’ll find her. Go home, Portia. If your parents start looking for you, this is the last place you need to be. Since you didn’t go to them first, I doubt you want them on my doorstep when I get back with Amity.”

She placed her hand on her lips. I saw the sheen of tears in her eyes and knew the waterworks would start any moment now. “If you find her in time. That message is an hour old. What if it’s too late?”

I didn’t even want to contemplate not making it. I ran down the steps and around the side of the house to the carport. Didn’t matter that I’d barely be able to see my hand in my front of my face. I couldn’t let Amity end her life. Her situation wasn’t anything like the other girl I’d known, but it didn’t stop me from comparing the two.

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.

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Surge (Hades Abyss MC) by Harley Wylde #bisexual #mcromance #MMF @HarleyW_Writer

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Release Date: May 20, 2022

Colette’s a sweet angel in need of saving, and like it or not, I have a hero complex. Marrying her seems like the right thing to do. Then my sometimes lover, Aidan, finds us together. The hurt in his eyes nearly guts me.

My club knows I’m bisexual. I’ve not hidden it from them. Doesn’t mean I’ve flaunted it in their faces either. So when I decided to claim Aidan and Colette, I’m not sure how it’s going to end. All I know is they both need me, and I need them too.

With human traffickers after Colette, a possible traitor in the club, and more chaos than I can handle, I do the only thing I can… I run with my new wife and husband. Once I figure out who wants Colette, I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. Until then, I’ll keep her safe, and Aidan too. Because they both mean more to me than I realized.

WARNING: Surge is part of the Hades Abyss MC series and contains bad language, violence, and content some readers may find difficult to read. Yes, Surge is bisexual, and therefore there are sexual situations involving Male-Female, Male-Male, Male-Female-Male, and Male-Male-Female sex.

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I gripped Jacques’ hand as we slipped through the alley. The dumpster at the other end usually had something somewhat edible. I’d never lived on the streets before, but Jacques kept me safe. Or as safe as he could. We’d been strangers until a few months ago.

Jacques approached the other end of the alley, tensing as he listened to booted steps draw closer. When no one passed by, he eased forward and peered into the dumpster. I gasped as a shadow drew closer and my hold on Jacques tightened. More than once we’d been cornered. It had taught us to be overly cautious. My heart pounded as I stared at the man coming toward us.

“If you’re up for a party, you can stop by the Hades Abyss clubhouse. There should be food and drinks. No charge,” the man said. As he came even closer, I saw he had on jeans, a T-shirt, and a black leather vest that said Prospect on it. “No strings attached. You’re both welcome.”

Clubhouse? Party? I didn’t understand. Why would he invite homeless people to a party unless he had something nefarious planned? I didn’t trust him. I edged a little behind Jacques, even though the man had barely spared me a glance. Something about him set me on edge.

“Where is the clubhouse?” Jacques asked, his accent thicker than usual. It was a sure sign he didn’t trust this man either. I eyed the guy from around Jacques, prepared to run if this was a trap. Each time we moved to a new town, Jacques made sure to scout a safe place for us to meet up if we ever became separated. Would I need that space now?

“Edge of town. Just ask around. Anyone can point the way. Party usually starts close to sundown but come by anytime you want. I’m sure you’ve had some unsavory offers, living on the streets. That’s not what this is. Ask around about us.” He left as quickly as he’d arrived, and I leaned into Jacques.

He’d told us to check up on the Hades Abyss before going to the party. Did that mean it was a legitimate offer? Could we trust him? My stomach cramped painfully. It had been more than a day since I’d eaten, and the last meal had been a discarded sandwich I’d shared with Jacques.

“Food, Colette. We can eat something that didn’t come from the trash,” Jacques said.

“You trust him?”

Non. But what other options do we have?”

I nodded, knowing he was right. We’d made it so far, and yet we still weren’t safe. There were times I wondered if we’d ever live normal lives again. Even though I’d not known Jacques before coming to America, he’d been my lifeline the last few months. I knew he’d do what he could to keep me safe, just as he had every time someone had offered to help us.

“We survived this long,” Jacques said, kissing my forehead. “We’ll make it a while longer, Colette. You saw that man. Someone like that could protect you.”

My breath caught and I hoped he didn’t mean what I thought he did. Why would I need someone other than Jacques to protect me? We’d done okay so far. Maybe we were living on the streets, and I could admit I hadn’t slept well in months. But still…

“What are you saying, Jacques?”

He tipped my chin up and gave me a sad smile. “It’s time, ma belle. You knew we would part ways eventually. This is your chance.”

Je ne comprends pas.” What was he saying? Part ways? Did that mean he planned to leave me with the man who’d invited us to the party? A stranger? How did Jacques know I’d be safe with him?

“I’ve seen those bikers around town. That one isn’t part of the club yet. You need to find someone who is, and they’ll protect you.”

Pourquoi?”

“English, ma belle. You need to use your English more if you’re going to have a chance. As to why… I’ve seen the ones who have women. They’re considerate, caring, and shield them from harm. That’s what you need. I can’t keep you safe forever, and you know it.” He sighed. “We’ve been in this town a few weeks now. I’ve been watching and waiting, hoping to find someone worthy to keep you safe. Those men are your best bet.”

“You’re giving me to them?” I asked softly. Was he no different from the men we’d escaped from? Had I been wrong all this time?

Non. You’re going to choose to stay with one. Make him want to keep you. It might mean putting on another show.” He winced. “I hate doing that to you.”

I knew there was more than one reason he disliked it. Jacques had made it clear from the beginning he preferred men. It was the main reason I’d trusted him so easily. He’d never once been interested in me sexually, even if we’d had to fake it sometimes.

“If it will ease your mind, I’ll do it,” I said. “But, Jacques, what’s going to happen to you?”

“I have a contact farther north. I’ll go there, but it’s a hard trip and not safe for you.”

I bit my lip. It hurt, knowing I’d been holding him back. He’d had a place to go and had stayed for me. How long? How many days or weeks had he suffered when he could have made a run for it? Why hadn’t he said something sooner? I knew we’d been in this town longer than the others. Now I understood why. He’d been hoping one of those men would take me in.

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!

PREORDER & EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Shadow (Bones MC) by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #interracial @marteekakarland @changelingpress

Millie: Venus and I have always clashed. Now she’s hell bent on rescuing our little sister, Katya. Which I agree with. Except I tried to get the bitch to go after Katya when we escaped, four years ago. Before I can kill Venus I get a look at the man standing behind her. Shadow. Talk, dark, and dangerous doesn’t begin to cover him. He’s hella big, with a wicked sense of humor that never seems to waver, no matter how much I insult him. He’s all that keeps Venus and me from tearing each other apart. And I want him. Oh, I pretend it’s just a fling, but Shadow has other plans. He’s also got some anger management issues we need to deal with. That’s OK, though. I have some issues of my own.

Shadow: I’m the rock of my club. The mild mannered one with a quick wit. But there’s a reason they call me Shadow, and it’s not the color of my skin or the way I blend into the night, so no one can see death coming. There’s a darkness in my soul. A rage that sometimes burns out of control. But then I meet my little Millie. She’s fierce in a tiny package. Can probably even take me in a fight. And I want her desperately.

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“OK, then.” Millie sighed and stretched. “It’s eleven now. If we plan on going in at two, will that work for you?”

“I think so.” Millie watched as Shadow stood and stretched, too. She could see thick abs tenting his shirt as well as a defined chest. What would it feel like to run her hands over his body? To feel all that strength beneath her palms? God! Maybe Venus was right. Maybe she was a whore. Because she could totally see herself losing herself to this guy. Not her heart. Never that. But she’d love to find out how well his body could play with hers.

“Like what you see, sugar?” The man missed nothing. Millie’s face heated at the knowing smirk on his face.

“Well, you’re strong. Always a plus.” She tried to play it off, but his knowing she’d been ogling him only made her mouth water to look at him more. In her life, she’d never had a lover. Not really. She’d never trusted anyone enough to explore that side of her nature. It hadn’t kept her from looking at men — or women. She appreciated the beauty of the human body in all its forms. But to trust someone enough to be that vulnerable to them — mentally or physically — wasn’t something she was capable of. “But I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“You afraid of proving Venus right?” His question was asked quietly, but she also heard a note of understanding in his tone.

“Venus has nothing to do with how I live my life,” she snapped. “I simply don’t trust you enough to do anything more than look.”

“Uh-huh,” he said, stepping closer to her. “That why you slept like a baby in my arms earlier? Don’t seem like something a warrior would do. And, make no mistake, you’re a fuckin’ warrior, Lyudmila.” He looked at her for long moments. Just staring at her. Looking for vulnerability in her eyes? “Yeah. You trust me,” he finally said, straightening to his full height. “You just don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

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.

COVER REVEAL: Wrecked Series by Andie Bale #contemporaryromance #mcromance

Series: Wrecked Series
Titles: Wreckage of My Life ~ Wreckage of Me ~ Wreckage of You ~ Wreckage of Us
Author: Andie Bale
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ MC
Cover Design: Graphics by Stacy

Dylan “Wrecker” Knight has been a part of his father’s MC in Texas for his entire life. It’s in his blood. Until it’s not anymore. Life throws him a curveball in the form of a son, making him realize that is not the life he wants anymore for either one of them.

Becca Garner is happy with her life in Montana until a trip to Texas turns everything upside down. Meeting Wrecker has changed her, and now, she is not sure if she can recover from that experience. Him being a criminal is not bothering her the way it probably should.

Andie Bale lives in Ann Arbor (Go Blue!), Michigan, with her husband, daughter and awesome four-legged baby. Her love of reading started at a young age when sneaking her mother’s romance books to read was the highlight of her day. Now, I am beyond grateful and excited to be able to bring the characters in her head to life.
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NOW IN PAPERBACK: Tobias/Justice by Marteeka Karland #mcromance #suspense #agegap @marteekakarland @changelingpress

She’s my angel. My savior. Anyone tries to hurt my woman, they’re dead.

Tobias (Salvation’s Bane 7):
Tobias: Kitty’s a highly trained athlete in the body of a beguiling young woman. Everything about her calls to my protective instincts –especially when I find her putting herself in the hands of the very tormentor who broke my sister.

Kitty: After blowing out my knee just before the Olympics, an audition for a renowned performance troupe seems like a dream come true. Instead it ‘s a nightmare. Then Tobias comes to my rescue. I’m crazy attracted to him, even though he’s got more than a little violent streak. I just roll with it — until I can get him to claim me for his own.

Justice (Salvation’s Bane MC 8):
Justice: I expected to spend the rest of my life in prison — until a prim, curvy female comes to my rescue. I know I want her. But after eight years in the big house I’m not sure she can handle all I have to give.

Mae: Justice may not be innocent, but he’s not guilty of the crime he went to prison for. When I got him out I didn’t count on being attracted to the big, tattooed brute. Too bad he’s an arrogant asshole out of bed. Unfortunately I ruffled some feathers at the DA’s office. To make matters worse, our clubs aren’t exactly friends. Oh, and those ruffled feathers? They’re coming after me. And Justice.

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One thing Tobias had decided over the last few weeks was that little girls ought to be able to be little girls. Oh, and gymnastics moms were bitches.

Like right now. There was a busty redhead yelling at a kid who looked like she was maybe in her late teens. Tall with flame-orange hair, the girl looked like she was on the verge of crying. Which pissed Tobias the fuck off. He wanted to punch the bitch in the face. Let her take a fall. Maybe she’d find out the fucking mat wasn’t so fucking soft when she landed.

Just as he was about to intervene — it was his Goddamned gym in the first fucking place — another girl inserted herself between the two. This girl looked close to the same age. Slight of build, she carried herself with confidence. It was the only indication she might be older than a teenager. Her mahogany-colored hair was braided into a long, thick tail at the back of her head that fell almost to her hips. It was what gave her away.

Kitty was obviously very good with the kids, but she also seemed to be an accomplished gymnast on her own. Not much bigger than the orange-haired kid, she had more muscle in her legs and arms, though she was much shorter than the adult redhead. She talked to the older woman for a moment, smiling a megawatt smile, seeming to smooth things over. The older woman backed off, but shook her finger at the young girl once before turning back to the mothers’ area.

Tobias watched as the two girls interacted for a while, Kitty obviously giving some pointers before putting a hand on the other girl’s shoulder and urging her back to the large, square spring floor. Tobias had no idea how they kept everyone from slamming into each other, but each gymnast seemed to have his or her own section, depending on what they were working on. He watched for several minutes while the two girls went through some moves, then Kitty encouraged the other one to do the skill she’d previously fallen on. Immediately, Tobias could see how the stuff they’d worked on for a scant few minutes fit with the skill the kid was trying to learn. She stumbled a little on the landing, but she didn’t fall on her face, and it was obvious she was pleased with the change.

The orange-haired kid jumped up and down, clapping her hands, and threw herself into Kitty’s arms. They both laughed for a few seconds before the girl did the skill again. Then again. Repetition was a staple of gymnastics.

Not for the first time, he wondered why he’d taken on this responsibility. He’d volunteered to hire a decent coach and install the recommended equipment. Not high-end, but sturdy and competition legal. Three days a week, he opened the gym for the coach and her band of tumblers. They ranged in age from about five or six to high-school boys and girls. Classes were free to the students through level seven. Everything beyond that was preparation for elite-level gymnastics, which he knew from previous experience was basically Olympic level. Professionals. This coach said she didn’t teach that level, and most of the kids were just that. Kids. Either in cheerleading or school gymnastics. Even though Salvation’s Bane had discovered she was trying to break into elite gymnastics, they paid the coach for her time and gave her a decent, rent-free place for her students to train. In return, Bane used the place as a tax write-off and sometimes, occasionally, every once in a very little while, laundered money when they were paid for some paramilitary operation inside the US without permission. Happened from time to time when Thorn took jobs outside of ExFil, the security company run by the president of their sister club, Bones. Or something like that. Tobias didn’t do tax shit. He punched things.

The reason Tobias had taken on this responsibility was twofold. First, he wanted control over the remodel of the building. He was the instructor for any police or military organization they trained, so he wanted a say in what it was OK to change. Second? Yeah. He really hated gymnastics moms. Always had. In his opinion, they were worse than Little League dads and pageant moms. They pushed these tiny little girls into doing things they could — and often did — hurt themselves doing. Tobias saw it as his mission in life to make sure any mom who was out-of-bounds got called out. Dads didn’t seem to be as bad, but there were one or two. The come-to-Jesus meetings had been swift and eye opening for those men.

As he watched, the two girls continued until Kitty encouraged the younger one to continue on her own. Kitty gave a little wave and went to the balance beam and started working out, stretching and doing handstands and such on the narrow surface. The younger girl’s mother, instead of praising the girl like Tobias thought she should, gestured wildly at her, obviously displeased about something. Fucking bitch.

Tobias made his way from his office to the stair on the balcony overlooking the massive gym. The place was three stories of open space. When he was training the guys, they built scale models on the floor to replicate urban settings or whatever they needed. Now, it was filled with local children on competitive gymnastics apparatus. He trotted down the stairs and stalked straight toward the orange-haired gymnast and her mother.

“Tobias.” The warning came from the gallery where some of the parents waited for the lessons to be concluded. Stryker gave him an exasperated look. “You can’t go beating up on women you don’t like. It’s bad for business.”

“Ain’t like we’re gettin’ money from this anyway. It’s a fuckin’ tax write-off.”

“Yeah, but we still need it. I know you’re headed to the redhead, and I’d say with good reason, but keep it down, OK? We don’t want people afraid to come here.”

“They yell at their kids like that, maybe they need to be afraid.”

“Yeah, well, if you run them off, what happens then? Be nice so the kid has a safe place to go if she needs it.”

Tobias sighed. He and Stryker always had each other’s backs. But sometimes it was a bitch when Stryker was right.

“Fuckin’ bitches are just as vicious as I remember.” Tobias still stood there, watching. The mother seemed to sense his presence and glanced in his direction. Did a double take. Then she stood up straighter, her entire focus on Tobias, her daughter and the girl’s perceived failure forgotten. She pushed her chest out and slinked his way.

“Yeah,” Stryker chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “I hear ya. Good luck with that.”

“Wait. You leaving?” It was all Tobias could do not to burst out in a maniacal laugh. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the woman. More that he was afraid of what he’d do to the bitch if he had to be in her company more than a few seconds.

“Only stepped in to calm your tits. How you proceed from here is all you, brother.”

“Fucker.”

As the woman approached him — eyefucking the living hell out of him — it took everything in Tobias not to take a step back away from her. The only thing making him stand his ground was his Marine pride. No gymnastic-mom bitch was making this Marine retreat.

“Hello there,” she purred. Perfectly manicured nails reached for his chest. Before she could touch his shirt, however, Tobias caught her wrist. A not-so-subtle hint she shouldn’t touch him. “I don’t remember seeing you around. I’m Madonna.” She glanced behind him, not making an effort to hide what she was doing. “Where’d your friend go?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.” Rude, but Tobias wasn’t in the mood.

Red just shrugged. “His loss, but no matter.” She gave him a carnivorous smile. “You’re still here. We could…” She trailed off, her smile going even wider, “pass the time in private until my daughter’s finished for the day. Could take a few hours.”

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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