Phantom Lure by J. Hali Steele #paranormalromance @JHaliSteele

Phantom Lure (Phantom Lure 4)

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

When Lucifer tossed his favorite lover, Grange Stafford, out of hell, and tortured Heath Terran, it should have ended there. Instead, that was only the beginning — the creation of the Phantom Lures.

Driver: Phantom Lure Grange Stafford, the handsome man who drives the bus on Roman Curt’s route to work, appears in Roman’s unrealized fantasies. What would Roman’s girlfriend think of his wanton desires?

Captain: A Phantom Lure from northern Europe, Captain Gent Finway prefers Nordic weather and icy waters. Now he’s heading south to the Caribbean, captain of a cruise ship on its maiden voyage. His blood turns hot when he touches his new chief officer, Salvatore Martino.

Locomotive: Caught in Satan’s web of deceit, Heath Terran is the reason Phantom Lures exist. Grange sets a scenario in motion with other Lures to free Heath. Full of Lucifer’s power, Grange takes what he wants. In taking Heath, Grange changes Heath and their world forever.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 J. Hali Steele
Excerpt from Driver

The city streets teemed with a variety of people ripe for hooking. Providing a relatively safe haven, Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love, was a splendid place to exist and Grange Stafford anonymously canvassed the narrow, crowded streets searching for what he considered necessary. Excitement charged every sense as he thought of capturing someone new and educating him in boundless carnal pleasures.

At this moment, his catch was in sight.

The athletic, dark-haired man with a summer tan who boarded his bus thought his stolen looks at Grange went unnoticed, as the petite woman beside him talked on and on about a threesome. They didn’t. Grange caught every peek in his direction through the rearview mirror, even analyzed each glance. What Grange attempted to ascertain was when the handsome, blue-eyed male would come to the realization he’d relinquish his virginity to Grange. Hell, with confusion marauding through the man’s mind, he remained unaware his eyes begged the bus driver to take him. His name, Roman, rolled around in Grange’s head as he envisioned introducing him to the delights of same sex intercourse.

Grange wanted Roman badly.

Careful to mesmerize real bus drivers, steal their vehicles and appropriate designated routes only happened when Grange’s need grew so raw he couldn’t ignore it. Passengers were called catches, and though not every ride ended satisfactorily, he found mass transit riders not nearly as jaded or adventurous as those using other types of transport. Grange appreciated a catch fragrant with a bit of fear and apprehension over new sexual experiences. His favorites were normally couples he initiated into the joys of threesomes. Grange got off on watching a woman see her boyfriend impaled by him, the lovely way her mouth bowed in surprise when his penis sank so deep inside her man, his balls smacking the other’s ass. Performing fellatio on her lover with the same mouth was another turn on. The couple seated right behind him had his cock so damn hard Grange could come if he wanted to. Hold it, wait for the tight-assed man to conclude that until he let Grange have him, the visions he experienced would not dissipate.

Grange had done the necessary thing to make sure Roman’s satisfaction with his girlfriend or anyone else would remain elusive as long as the idea of Grange riding him to an orgasm played through his mind.

The woman, Paula Frame, hadn’t escaped Grange’s attention, neither was she aware participating in a threesome would have never entered her pretty little head without his prodding, though she did possess a wilder side. Her creamy skin glowed this evening as she animatedly stressed her desires to Roman. Not tall, she had shapely legs and a heart-shaped ass begging to be had, and after he took care of her boyfriend, Grange would see to it she got just what she believed she coveted — a menage where she’d be taken and cared for by two big men.

Nearing Race Street, Grange knew Paula’s stop fast approached. She wouldn’t disembark because she’d not only worked herself into a sexual frenzy, she’d pulled Roman in her wake. Shit! The thought of Roman fucking her tonight urged drops of cream to escape his ramrod stiff shaft.

“Twelfth and Arch,” Grange called out. Passengers exited quickly, but Paula remained seated. Pulling from the curb, he continued on his way until he came to Sansom Street, Roman’s stop. As Grange knew they would, Paula and Roman waited until the last rider vanished through the doors before climbing off. When Roman turned to glance at him, Grange smiled. “Enjoy your evening.”

Lips curved tentatively in his direction, and Grange sighed at Roman’s mind settling down. The relief Roman experienced as he came close to accepting his predicament sounded an audible snap in Grange’s head as the man stuttered, “To-tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Grange replied. Tonight he’d go home alone and savor anticipating what he’d denied himself for two days — the longest a Phantom Lure could go without sexual contact and not begin to lose powers. Roman was a man who could provide unbridled sexual fulfillment. A man Grange was sure would embrace losing his virginity.

 

About J. Hali Steele

A multi-published author, J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, since she can’t, she would much rather roam where her fictional big cats live — in the high desert of California. Discovering a new love of contemporary male/male erotica has flipped a switch she can’t turn off, so she hopes eventually it drifts back into her otherworldly realm.

When J. Hali’s not writing, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a good book, a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

Growl and roar — it’s okay to let the beast out.

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Vaaden Captives & Warriors by Jessica Coulter Smith — now in paperback! #alienabduction #SciFiRomance

Vaaden Captives & Warriors (Print)

Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

When Vaaden warriors claim slaves from Earth they will face emotions they never knew they possessed.

Vaaden Captives: Captured on Earth, Sorcha, Enid and Susan are slaves, bound to owners who crave them for the pleasure they can bring, the women despair of ever finding happiness again. But then the unthinkable happens. Sorcha falls for her owner’s brother; Enid, despite her fears, falls for the man who claims her; Susan finds herself drawn to two men, but in the end, only one will claim her heart.

Vaaden Warriors: When three Vaaden warriors claim slaves procured from Earth, they will face emotions they never knew they possessed. Rheul doesn’t believe in love, until he meets his new slave; Randar must choose between his duty or his heart; Thale thought he was saving Moira, but in the end she saved him.

Publisher’s Note: Vaaden Captives & Vaaden Warriors contains scenes of slavery and forced consent some readers may find offensive.

 

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Praise for Vaaden Captives (Collection) 

“The collection of stories in this book are intriguing in a lot of ways. I enjoyed reading about the world the author created… I do want to find out more about Vaaden society and what changes may be in the future based on the special permission given to the three warriors. I am looking forward to the next book.”

— 4 Nymphs from Amazon, Literary Nymphs Reviews

SPOTLIGHT: A Changeling for All Seasons Vol. 9 #paperback #holidaystories #Romance

Spotlight: A Changeling For All Seasons 9 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 9)

Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Thirteen tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Ayla Ruse — Racing Wild: A wild race can lead to anything — even love.

Anne Kane — Tinsel Wars: Braedon intends to win the final skirmish in the Tinsel Wars!

Ruth D. Kerce — Christmas Cowboy: Chaz breeds horses. What’s a cowboy supposed to do with a herd of reindeer?

Dahlia Rose — Silver Bells: Tia was the sexy little elf that made Danny Grinch’s Christmas that much hotter.

Crymsyn Hart — Sleigh Balls: Instead of snow this Christmas, it’s raining reindeer!

Lena Austin — Ghosting: Ghost hunting means sometimes you find a ghost you weren’t expecting, when you aren’t even looking.

Judy Mays — Jingle Buds: Dr. Jon Claus finds the perfect woman when Emily Olson’s grandmother gets run over by a reindeer!

Julia Talbot — Merry X-Moose: Can a were-moose and a Santa-obsessed Elf fall in love — and save Christmas at the same time?

Lily Vega — Wicked Game: All’s fair in love and war during Santa’s Reindeer Games.

CJ England — Snip! Snap! Dragon!: With a fiery Snip! Snap! a passionate modern day dragon lures his forever mate into the flames.

Ana Raine — White Stag: When the scent of peppermint reaches his nose Crane knows he has to remember or lose it all forever.

Sara Jay — Sleigh Ride: Can one magical sleigh ride deliver love to two lonely Elves?

Sean Michael — Five Golden Beads: When kinky gifts begin arriving, Shay knows it’s time for a visit from his very own special Elf.

 

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Praise for A Changeling For All Seasons Volume 9

“This is a nice collection of stories that will keep readers engaged with eh characters and their worlds. Each author builds their own world full of holiday magic. As hot and sexy as these reads are, love is always the prize. Time and time again love proves to be the gift of the year.”

— Gabrielle, Love Romances & More

 

 

 

A Changeling for All Seasons Vol. 3 #holidaybooks #romancebooks

A Changeling For All Seasons 3 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Eight tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Fire and Ice by Lacey Savage: When Elle’s best friend asks for a favor on Christmas Eve,she learns there’s more than frozen yogurt in the walk-in freezer.

Frost Bite by Tuesday Morrigan: The Fates give Julian three days with Jacklyn. Three days to change the course of history.

Sophie’s Present by Anne Kane: Dandy knows just what to do to make Sophie’s Christmas the merriest ever.

Summoning by Leila Brown: Johnathan’s crazy college roommate sends him a Christmas present with a set of instructions…

Suspicious Surprises by Camille Anthony: Only true love will guide two lovers through this Christmas minefield of suspicious surprises.

His Guardian Angel by Kate Hill: Angel is the only one who can tame Gannon’s beast, giving him the greatest Christmas gift of his life.

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone: Ambrose, a Changeling, is eager to help Thomas with his quality control problem…

Haulin’ Hawg by Lena Austin: BD has plans that involve bungee cords and a motorcycle to prove his love.

 

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Praise for Fire and Ice

“This is a story that is different and unique. Readers and fans of Lacey Savage will recognize her flair for the erotic. This is a hot, hot story and is sure to melt the panties off the reader. But, Ms. Savage also has the knack of telling a good story that captivates with twists and turns and surprises.”

Five Hearts! — Valerie, Love Romances

 

Praise for Frost Bite

“This is a wonderful story of love reclaimed, and new beginnings. There is a happy ever after that these two really deserve, and a surprising new beginning for them as well. The heat level in this one is off the charts, and is the perfect warm up for a cold night.”

— Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews

 

Praise for Sophie’s Present

“Anne Kane definitely reinforces the holiday spirit with this little gem of a story and reinforces the idea that while being good is its own reward, being naughty can also be very titillating.”

4.5 Blue Ribbons! — Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

 

 

 

A Changeling for All Seasons # 2 – multi-author #PNR #Christmas #RomanceBooks

A Changeling For All Seasons 2 (Print) (Changeling Seasons 14)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Nine tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors…

Holly’s Jolly Christmas by Ciarra Sims: Dear Santa, I need a man. Not a rich one or a perfect lover, just a kind, caring, maybe funny and decent looking guy…

Christmas Cookie by Elizabeth Jewell: Everybody has their Christmas traditions — even vampires.

Happy Howlidays by Isabella Jordan: The moon is full this Christmas Eve and the two handsome hunks have some business with Sarah that they mean to finish.

Elves Gone Wild by Lacey Savage: The candy-cane wrapping paper on her sister’s gift reveals the sexiest naked man Grace has ever laid eyes on…

The Gift by Lia Connor: When Rob gets a job at a swanky Christmas celebration, he’s all about the money — that is, until he meets Shika.

Sideways Glance by Camille Anthony: A heated sideways glance from a handsome suntanned hunk sparks a desire in Cheryl to celebrate life.

Yule Wolf by Kate Hill: On a dark, cold Yuletide Eve Fenris offers Roth the most priceless holiday gift imaginable.

Karmic Gifts by Kira Stone: Fate has a karmic gift in store for Pax… if she’s brave enough to accept it.

Snowman by Willa Okati: Josh is holding out hope for a miracle, that there will be a man perfect for him, one who loves him with all his heart.

 

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Excerpt from Happy Howlidays by Isabella Jordan

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Copyright ©2019

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

Sarah Rushe stared through the heavy blitz of snowflakes on the other side of her windshield at the sign saying the road to her family’s cabin at Lake Nippissing was closed.

It’s only five miles away!

Sarah knew she shouldn’t have allowed her mother to talk her into coming up to Canada for Christmas. Being alone with her fat, worthless cat and her movie collection wasn’t a bad thing. She could be watching movies on her couch with some ice cream right now.

Oh, no. She’d bought into the whole fun family get-together idea, traveling hours by plane up to Buffalo, New York. The last three hours she’d spent in a rental car, driving through one of the worst snowstorms she’d ever seen. And now she finds out she can’t reach her intended destination?

Shit!

Had any of her family made it then? If so, where were they?

For that matter, what the hell was she going to do now?

The left headlight of her rental car had been flickering for the last hour and as Sarah watched, it faded and stayed out this time.

Well, now she was screwed. She didn’t have enough light to see in the heavy snow and darkness. It was very late, the road to the cabin was closed, and it was pretty fricking cold.

No, wait. Had the headlight come back on? It was brighter now. Much brighter.

Crap. It wasn’t her headlight. Someone was coming up behind her.

Sarah had come to a stop in the road to read the closed road sign. She didn’t have long to worry that whoever was back there would plow into the back of her car. Before she could think about putting her car back into drive, a man got out of the vehicle behind her. Sarah rolled down the car’s iced up window and turned her head around to watch his large shadow approach her car.

The first thing she saw was the emblem on his heavy winter coat. Coolness! A park ranger. This guy could help her.

When he bent down so she could see his handsome face her enthusiasm faded. Devin Parke’s dark eyes locked with hers.

Well, this trip was getting better and better. Shit. Of all the damned people to run into. Sarah hadn’t seen Devin since that summer five years ago after she’d graduated from college…

“Hello, Sarah.” Even with the winter wind howling around him, his deep voice washed over her like a blast of heat. “Having some trouble?”

“Don’t be cute.” Sarah didn’t care for the way half his mouth curved smugly up. “I’m supposed to meet my family at the cabin.”

“That road is closed. This one will be soon and you can’t drive in these conditions with just one headlight in a front wheel drive.”

“I can if I follow you. Surely there’s somewhere I can stay to ride this thing out.”

Oh, she didn’t like the devilish turn his expression took. Not at all.

“There sure is but we’re leaving this car here. Even if you managed to get turned around you wouldn’t get far. I almost got stuck back there.”

Ride with him? After what had almost happened between them five years ago? Right. “Thanks but I’ll take my chances. I’m not going to just leave my car here.”

“Why? It’s not going anywhere.” Devin blew out an exhale. “I’m freezing my ass off out here. Shut off the car. I’ll get your bags.”

“Not going to give me a choice in this are you?” Sarah didn’t hide her sarcasm as she shut off the engine and began groping in the faint light from his headlights for her gloves and purse.

You don’t want him to give you a choice either. Who was she kidding? Sarah had wanted Devin Parke for many years now. He was the real reason her mother had gotten her off her ass and up to Canada — the chance she might see him again.

“Do you happen to remember what I told you the last time we were together, Sarah?”

How could she forget?

Yeah, she’d been drunk and she really had led him on that night. Sarah hadn’t meant to be a cock tease. She’d known Devin since she was a child and as she grew older, she came to realize that he was hot as hell. Devin was a man with a lot beneath the surface and that always made her a little nervous. It probably would have been the fuck of her life that night but she’d chickened out at the last minute.

And she’d always wondered since that night what sex with him would have been like.

“I told you that one day I’d have an opportunity to return the favor for that night.” Devin’s grin took on a distinctive predatory quality. “The moon is full. It’s Christmas Eve. Looks like a very Merry Christmas to me.”

He was fucking with her. Yeah, maybe she deserved that much. Yet he was on duty. He couldn’t be serious.

“Yeah, okay, Merry Christmas,” Sarah told him before grabbing her purse and climbing carefully out of her car.

 

 

A Changeling for All Seasons #1 – multi-author #UrbanFantasy #PNR #Christmas

A Changeling For All Seasons 1 (Print) (Changeling Seasons 10)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Ten unforgettable Erotic Tales to warm your nights and keep you in holiday spirits all year long!

Angela Knight – A Vampire Christmas
Sahara Kelly – A Christmas Pageant
Judy Mays – Jingle Balls
Marteeka Karland – Sealed With A Kiss
Kate Douglas – My Valentine
Shelby Morgen – Changeling
Willa Okati – Elven Enchantment
Kate Hill – Jolene’s Pooka
Lacey Savage – Chemistry to Burn
Shelby Morgen – Troll Under The Bridge

Filled with the unexpected, A Changeling For All Seasons offers something to savor for every palate. From humorous to magical, from Christmas to St. Patrick’s Day to the 4th of July, these stories are alight with unbridled lust, sensuous passion, and hot, hot sex, guaranteed to entangle your senses and leave you breathless.

 

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Excerpt from A Vampire Christmas
Angela Knight
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Copyright ©2010 by Angela Knight

Amelia Patton clattered up the beige stairs of the apartment complex, the plastic dress bag hooked over one shoulder. It had been a long shift at the hospital, but the prospect of showing David her purchase had put a bounce back in her step. The gown was every little girl’s fairytale dream — seed pearls, white lace, and yards and yards of satin skirt, with a train that would reach halfway down the church aisle. The lace veil alone had her inner eight-year-old sighing in bliss.

Clutching her precious dress with one hand, she juggled the keys until she found the right one and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open, revealing the living room that had made real strides in livability over the past two months. When she’d first moved in, David’s furniture had consisted of a couch he’d bought at Goodwill and a really tacky table made from a cable spool. The big screen television and entertainment center were worth more than all the rest of the furniture in the apartment. God love the man, he was too butch for taste.

Amelia had coaxed him into replacing the castoffs with a lovely cream living room set, colorful pastel sketches, and a pretty floor lamp with a stained glass shade. She made good money as a nurse, she argued. They could afford it.

“Honey, I’m home!” God, she loved saying that.

No answer. She frowned. It was well after midnight; David would be home from his shift with the Atlanta Police. Unless something had happened… A frisson of fear slid up her spine, but she forced it away. “Hey, Dave! I went by the mall on my dinner break and picked up that gown I told you about. Wait ’til you see it…”

The bedsprings creaked from the next room. “Amelia.” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Hey, babe, you okay? Did you get into another fight?” That was how they’d met. David had come by the ER after a drug dealer resisted arrest with a little too much enthusiasm. She’d been smearing antibiotic cream across those sculpted ribs when he’d asked her to dinner. Amelia had looked into those crystalline blue eyes, and fallen helplessly in lust. She hadn’t been able to say no to him since.

A year later, she still lusted for him — but she’d also come to know and love his wicked sense of humor, strong character, and clever mind.

“Come here.” David normally reserved that cold, demanding tone for the prisoners he brought to the hospital after they’d tried to bust his head. He’d never before used it with her.

“David, what’s wrong?” Worried, Amelia hurried into the bedroom, the dress slung over her shoulder.

They’d bought the massive iron bedstead in an antique store when she’d moved in with him. David had teased her that its tall, ornate posts were perfect for bondage.

She’d still never expected to find him naked and shackled spread-eagle to it like a beefcake buffet.

 

Praise for The Vampire Christmas“Angela Knight’s The Vampire Christmas is an exceptional book. I could not put it down.”

— Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

Praise for A Christmas Pageant

“Ms. Kelly is a very talented author who has written a heart-warming story of two lonely individuals finding love during the holiday season. Most definitely a keeper!”

— Susan White, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Jingle Balls

“[Judy Mays’s] witty dialogue will have you laughing out loud.”

— Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

Praise for Sealed With a Kiss

Sealed with a Kiss is a great story with humor, conflict and hot sex. I hope Marteeka Karland revisits Marie and Daxon in a future book.”

— Coffee Time Romance

Praise for My Valentine

“Easily the most emotional, beautiful and unforgettable novella I’ve read this year, My Valentine is simply breathtaking.”

— Ayden Delacroix, In the Library Review

Praise for Changeling

“The reader will fall in love with Michael and Arien, who is a delight. Destined to be a St. Patrick’s Day classic.”

— Candy, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Elven Enchantment

“This book enthralled me from beginning to end and I loved it.”

— Sheryl, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Jolene’s Pooka

“There is enough unbridled passion between the sheets of this book to leave you breathless.”

— Janean Sparks, Romance Junkies

Praise for Chemistry to Burn

“This short story absolutely rocks!”

— Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Praise for Troll Under The Bridge

“A thoroughly engaging tale full of humor and the unexpected…an erotic fairy tale sure to please.”

— Phillipa Ann, Romance Reviews Today

 

 

Scratch/Havoc (Duet) by Harley Wylde #MCromance #NewAdult #SingleMom #paperback @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress

Scratch/Havoc (Duet) (Dixie Reapers MC Box Sets 6)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Scratch (Devil’s Boneyard MC 2)
Clarity: I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, and I’ve fought to make a life for myself and my son. Being homeless certainly wasn’t in my life plan, so when a gruff, sexy biker offers help, how can I possibly say no? I know deep down he’d never hurt us. It just never occurred to me I’d fall in love.

Scratch: The young woman and kid I find sleeping outside my club’s chop shop make me feel things I shouldn’t. She’s younger than my daughter, but there’s fire in her soul, and she leaves me wanting things I shouldn’t. Like a new chance at a family. What the hell would she want with a man thirty years older than her? I’ll slay her demons, bury the monsters from her past, and then I’ll do the one thing I thought I’d never do… claim an old lady, then make her my wife.

Havoc (Devil’s Boneyard MC 3)
Jordan: I spent a year in prison for a crime I admittedly did commit, but I had a good reason. My brothers have abandoned me, and there’s nowhere for me to go. Until the hottest man I’ve ever met decides to be my knight on shining Harley. Havoc isn’t at all what I’m used to, but maybe he’s just what I need.

Havoc: When I find out the same prison that nearly killed me was trying to cover up another incident, one involving the woman I can’t stop staring at — fury flows through me. Whatever it takes, I’ll keep her safe. Whoever hurt her will be coming, and I’m ready. No one touches what’s mine, and Jordan may not realize it but I’m not letting her go.

 

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Praise for Scratch (Devil’s Boneyard MC 2)

“I’m glad that Scratch found someone. He seemed so lonely… Clarity’s life was so messed up. Thank goodness for the Devil’s Boneyard MC and Scratch. They set everything to rights and then some. These two were so meant for one another.”

— 5 Stars from Jan’s Reviews, Goodreads Review

“Harley has done it again! This was one of my favorites of hers and if I could have given it 10 stars I would have! Hot, steamy and just the perfect amount of dirty with a younger woman, older man whirlwind MC romance! I can’t wait for what’s next!”

– 5 Stars from Mama Little, iBooks Review

 

Praise for Havoc (Dixie Reapers MC 3)

“Mrs. Wylde has really outdone herself this time! This book is simply amazing! I love tough as nails Jordan, she was perfect for Havoc. This book had everything: mystery, chemistry and action. And not to mention sexy times! I hope you continue to write all about of the other men in the club, especially Cinder. I am eager to get his story! Grab this book now, you won’t be disappointed at all. And if you haven’t checked out the Dixie Reapers you definitely need too!”

— 5 Stars from AmandaGail, Amazon Review

 

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Copyright ©2019 Harley Wylde
Excerpt from Scratch

I had no one. My mom had died when I was two, and when my dad remarried, he’d chosen a woman who liked to pretend I didn’t exist. Soon enough, my dad decided I didn’t exist either. Once his new kids starting popping out every few years, I was pushed to the side, and eventually I left. I’d been sixteen when I’d hit the streets, and no one had come looking for me. I was sure that my dad was relieved I was gone. It hurt, but crying over it wouldn’t change anything.

I’d thought I was doing okay when I found a man about five years older than me who offered me a place to sleep and help getting a job. I should have known not to trust him. Things had been fine for a while, but then he’d started asking to be repaid for his kindness. Blowjobs mostly, except for the night he was high on who knows what and decided to take more than I was willing to give. Caleb was the result of that night. Once I’d found out I was pregnant, I’d taken off. Even though the man hadn’t touched me again, I hadn’t wanted to take any chances.

A women’s shelter had helped at first, even found me a job and a place to live. Things had been going pretty well, until two months ago. The little thrift store where I’d been working shut down without notice. I’d had enough in the bank to keep our tiny apartment for another month, and then the money had run out and I hadn’t been able to get another job. So we slept where we could, ate what we could, and just tried to survive.

The church over on Pine Avenue would let me take a shower and would give me a dress out of the donations to wear for interviews, and the nice lady who worked in the church office would watch Caleb for me. I’d applied to every place in town that was hiring, and no one had wanted me. Our situation was bleak, but as long as we had each other, then I’d keep fighting. If Caleb weren’t with me, I might have given up by now. Or decided to join the ladies who worked the street corner on the other end of town. But I’d been a virgin when Caleb’s dad had raped me, and I couldn’t bring myself to take that step. Not yet. I didn’t think badly of the women who made their living that way, but I didn’t think I could do it.

An auto repair shop was just a few more steps away, with a large enough doorway that Caleb and I could hide in the shadows and get some sleep. I checked the hours on the window and saw it wouldn’t be open for at least five more hours, which meant I could rest a little. I’d learned to sleep lightly, so that I’d wake up at the first sign of trouble, or whenever Caleb stirred. I was always scared I’d sleep so hard that he’d wander off and I’d never see him again. Hunkering down into the corner of the doorway, I settled Caleb on my lap and used my backpack as a pillow. My son snuggled against me and closed his eyes.

I didn’t think I’d been asleep for more than an hour when I heard a loud rumble. My eyes opened as a single headlight focused on us, making it hard for me to see. I held a hand up to my face, and shielded Caleb with the other. The light stayed on, but I could barely make out a shadowy figure dismounting from what I’d figured out was a motorcycle. The man approached and loomed over us.

“This is private property,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

“I’m sorry. We’ll go,” I said, struggling to stand.

I could feel his gaze raking over me. I managed to get to my feet without stumbling, got my backpack straps over my shoulders, then hefted Caleb into my arms.

“Where are you going to go?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry we trespassed,” I said. I hitched my backpack a little higher over my shoulder and clutched Caleb to me. I tried to step around the large man, but he reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I froze under that touch, tensing and waiting to see what would happen. Is this where he offered me a place to sleep in exchange for the use of my body? Wouldn’t be the first time I’d had that offer made to me, and I doubted it would be the last. I would do anything for my baby to have a place to rest and food to eat, or nearly anything. We’d struggled and things were bad, but I didn’t think I could handle having strange men touch me. Not after Caleb’s dad, or more like sperm donor. I didn’t think he would come after Caleb, even if he knew my baby existed, but I’d decided not to take any chances. Thankfully, I hadn’t seen him since we’d left. For all I knew, he wasn’t even in town anymore.

“Christ, you don’t even look old enough to have a kid,” he muttered.

My chin raised a notch. “I’m nineteen. Well, almost nineteen. Not that it’s any business of yours.”

I saw a flash of white teeth as he smiled in the darkness. “All grown up then, aren’t you? Eighteen, nearly nineteen, and think you know everything I bet. Why are you sleeping in the doorway of my business?”

I glanced behind me before facing him again. “I told you we didn’t mean to trespass.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go,” I admitted softly, my arms tightening around my son.

“There’s a lot of expensive equipment in there. Going to steal anything?” he asked.

I felt fire ignite inside me and I clenched my teeth a moment. I might be broke, but I wasn’t a thief!

“No!”

“Come on.” He walked up to the doorway I’d just vacated, then he unlocked the front door and pushed it open.

I hesitated. I didn’t know if I could trust him, and figured my chances were better out here in the open than inside, but what if he was going to offer food for Caleb? Or maybe there was a couch in the waiting room and he’d let my baby rest there for an hour or two. It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, but at the first sign he was going to be a perv, I was out of there.

I stepped inside as he flipped on the lights, and I blinked at how bright they were. There was a beat-up leather couch with duct tape holding it together, and a scarred table with a few magazines on top. But the man didn’t stop in the front room. He kept going, so I followed at a slight distance. If I needed to run, I wanted a head start.

He entered a small, cluttered office and turned on a lamp. It glowed softly, the light dim, but there was a huge couch on one wall that looked a little too inviting with its overstuffed arms. It was leather, but unlike the one out front, it didn’t have so much as a scratch on it that I could see. The man pulled a blanket off the back and motioned toward the couch.

“You can rest here a while. I can either lock you in and reset the alarm, or I can stay until you’ve had a chance to rest. I’ll leave it up to you. But know that if you steal so much as one thing, I will track you down,” the man said.

I focused on him and noticed he wore one of those black leather vests I’d seen the local bikers wearing. Scratch — VP was stitched on the front. He was an older man, a bit of gray at his temples and in his beard. I was horrible at guessing ages, but if I had to, I’d place him in his late forties or early fifties. He had the kind of eyes that looked like they had seen far too much, like he’d fought wars I could only imagine but was still standing. He was strong, his muscles stretching the sleeves of the T-shirt he wore, and his jeans encased muscular thighs. He could easily overpower me, and yet he hadn’t come close to me since grabbing my shoulder earlier.

“You can lock us in,” I said. “We won’t take anything.”

He nodded and looked at Caleb, who was yawning on my shoulder.

“When’s the last time the two of you ate?” he asked. “And I mean real food, not something you’ve scrounged from somewhere.”

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