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Title: Christmas Wish
Series: Insurgents MC #12
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Holiday Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: November 27, 2018
“Chiah Wilder brings all the biker holiday spirit in Christmas Wish!” ~The Red Hatter Book Blog “What a fantastic addition to the series! From the very beginning I was drawn in and the characters kept me hooked from start to finish!” ~Amazon Review “A Gritty, Intense, Heartfelt Holiday Read” ~Amazon Review
He came back from the war a broken and angry man. They gave him a Purple Heart, but it sits in the bottom of an old chest his dad gave him years ago. He doesn’t feel like a hero. Hell, he doesn’t even feel like a man. Honorable Discharge was what he got after losing a leg to a landmine. Hawk from the Insurgents MC has been his best buddy since Ryder came back to Pinewood Springs. The ruggedly good-looking biker used to be an Insurgent but he gave that up a long time ago along with everything else. All he wants is to ride his Harley and be left alone.
When Savannah Carlton and her young son, Timmy, homestead on Ryder’s property, he sees red. It doesn’t matter that the pretty blonde pushes some buttons in him that haven’t been in use for quite a while. He doesn’t want her near him, and her son reminds him of the son he’s been forced to forget.
Savannah is running away from her ex-husband’s family who want Timmy. Her beat-up RV died on Ryder’s property, and even though the surly biker tells her to leave, she sees kindness behind his anger. She finds herself making excuses to talk to him, but she doesn’t want to fall for Ryder. Her life is screwed up enough, and the last thing she needs is a high maintenance biker.
Can two mismatched, lonely people find the Christmas light in their darkened lives?
“Timmy was so exhausted that he fell fast asleep. He had such a great day. Thanks for helping to make that happen,” she said.
Savannah was beaming, literally glowing with excitement. Ryder’s heart tripped over itself at the sight of her blonde hair in loose waves around her shoulders, with no makeup, and wrapped in a green robe that hugged all her curves. It took every ounce of restraint not to scoop her up in his arms and whisk her off to the bedroom.
Damn, he wanted her. Ryder couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as he wanted Savannah at that moment.
“I’m going to make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?” “
You’re fucking obsessed with that drink.” He chuckled. She giggled.
“I am—I never realized it. Although I think tonight I’ll try it your way with a shot of whiskey.”
“In that case, I’ll have one too, but make it a double shot.” “You’re so bad.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and he grasped her hand and kissed it.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.
Savannah withdrew her hand gently and smiled. “You’re good for my ego.” He watched while she padded away, groaning as her hips swayed just right in the sexy-as-shit robe.
Actually, it was just a standard flannel robe that he wouldn’t even have looked at twice, but the way it clung around her curves got his dick punching against his jeans. He tossed a throw pillow on his lap and shook his head and smiled. Damn that woman.
Chiah Wilder writes about rough, sexy men who know how to treat their women. Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner. Her love of reading has always been center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her books. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, romances with tough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons.
Title: Boink
Series: Fallen Lords MC Book 5
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 29, 2018
Photographer: SP Photography
Cover Model: David Kash
Cover Designer: MG BookCovers
Letting his president's sister get kidnapped was not Boink’s finest hour as a member of the Fallen Lords MC. Now it’s time to pay the price protecting the very woman who distracted him from his job in the first place.
Mayra needed a safe place to land and the Fallen Lords clubhouse was the perfect solution, until her past puts everyone in danger. Her only option is to leave with a man she swears can’t stand her.
This time Boink won’t fail protecting what is his. Whatever is coming for Mayra will have to go through him and the Fallen Lords first.
Review:
Boink is book five in the Fallen Lords MC Series and definitely not a standalone. You have to read the other four books to know what is going on and who all the characters are, because with each book it builds and changes. When we left off in Wrecker, his sister is now in the clubhouse, but she didn’t come alone. She brought a woman she worked with at Oakley’s club with her, and Mayra has secrets that could potentially put the whole club in danger… and they don’t even know it. Boink screws up and screws, in general, a lot. He is tasked with watching the women, but when Mayra’s problems come to light, it hits the fan. Now, Boink must take Mayra out of state and hide in a secluded cabin in the woods. What could go wrong? I really enjoy the Fallen Lords, and with each book, they get a little deeper into trouble. I can’t wait to see what happens with Raven in Clash. I recommend this series to any MC Romance reader. 5 Stars!
Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.
Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)
Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.
Title: Havoc
Series: Tattoos & Ties #1
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M MC Romance
Release Date: November 27, 2018
Keyes Dixon’s life is challenging enough as a full patch member of the Disciples of Havoc Motorcycle Club but being a gay biker leaves him traveling down one tough road. With an abusive past and his vow to the club cementing his future, he doesn’t believe in love and steers clear of commitment. But a midnight ride leads to a chance meeting with a sexy pretty-boy in a wicked hot sports car that has him going down quicker than a Harley on ice.
Cocky Assistant District Attorney Alec Pierce lives in the shadow of his politically connected family. A life of privilege doesn’t equal a life of love, a fact made obvious at every family gathering. Driven yet lonely, Alec yields to his family’s demands for his career path, hoping for the acceptance he craves. Until he meets a gorgeous biker who tips the scales in the favor of truth…and he can no longer live a lie.
Can two men from completely different worlds…and sides of the law…find common ground, or will all their desires only wreak Havoc?
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at [email protected]
Zee + Annmarie and Tan + Jubilee. Forever. No exceptions. They were to have the picture-perfect life together. Everything was all planned out. Jubilee was to marry Eitan and Ezekiel was to marry Annmarie. That’s how it was always supposed to be from the moment that they met. Textbook, right? Wrong. Eitan and Annmarie die in a freak accident that never should have happened, leaving the two survivors reeling. Sixteen years later, Jubilee and Zee can’t even be in the same room with each other before things begin to deteriorate. Too many memories. Too much pain. Not enough forgiveness. They’re like hellfire and holy water, and neither one of them is willing to admit that they’re wrong. Then one day things change, and all of a sudden, they’re looking at each other like maybe they aren’t each other’s enemies after all. ADD TO GOODREADS
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King
The Broken Bows MC Book 1
by Kerri Ann
Genre: MC Romance
Liar.
I lie to everyone.
I don't know where the truth starts anymore.
As Enforcer of the MC my job is to protect the club at all costs.
When I'm tasked with watching Oubliette—the sexy bartender from the Four Horsemen—that's when protecting the club became difficult. That's when keeping the lies straight was hard.
I thought she would be a simple job.
I was wrong.
I may chance everything to save her.
My life, my future…. My club.
He wants something I won't give.
He wants what I can't give.
Even if it means my release.
Even if it could help others.
I need a way out of this and through him is the best way.
Busta is arrogant, ruthless, and a complete prick.
I need to find a chink in his armor.
I'll do whatever it takes to gain my freedom.
Rook
The Broken Bows MC Book 1.5
Forgive me Father for I have Sinned.
True
Oh, how I've sinned and sinned. Even my brother's pious meddling can't undo the damage I've done. As VP of the Broken Bows MC I'm content to be the devious, dark and dangerous twin.
I love to cause mayhem.
I enjoy destruction.
Truth though? I wish he was by my side. I'd do almost anything to pull him away from his flock and back to the darkness that I know resides within him.
I will do it anything.
Strike
I see their evil, their malice.
I see myself in them.
My sins.
My brother and the MC want me to return to the club, though it's not my home. It never was. The church has nurtured me, settling my demons. When an attack occurs on the club their request becomes my undoing.
They use her.
She is my desire.
Scarlet is True's though I covet her.
I've fought their pull like the taught string of the bow.
Like me, a single shot will ruin everything.
Read the novella that bridges the continuation of King to Pawn. (To be read between KING and PAWN)
Pawn
The Broken Bows MC Book 2
I escaped hell. I was free.
I thought I could go back to normal.
I can't.
Right now, normal hurts.
I've seen things—done things—I'm not the same girl I was.
It changed me—he changed me.
The only thing that feels right is my pain.
Our club is in ruins. It's left me at the helm.
Twists and turns took me down this path that lead to further destruction. I know King orchestrated it all.
Thing is, I'm no one's pawn.
King won't take us down.
One way or another, he'll pay for the damage to us, to them, to her…
Queen
The Broken Bows MC Book 3
The King of Clubs had been laid.
He had been laid to rest.
I thought the game had been played.
I thought we were done.
The Queen had another play to make.
Her game was not done.
The Broken Bows MC brought you King, Rook and Pawn.
Delve into the Restless Souls and fall prey to the evil Queen.
Coming February 7th, 2019!!
Mother of two insanely (well trained) sarcastic men, wife to a dangerously smolder inducing grumble bunny (fireman), and friend to some amazing ladies (you know who you are). Thanks for reading, thanks for being a friend, and I look forward to meeting you in the future for drinks, danger and laughs.
Living in Northern Ontario, Canada, Kerri loves to read, travel and find new reasons to write you fantastic love stories. Remember, not all love is clean. Dark, light, angsty, sexually charged and twisted—that’s her genre.
It’s heart wrenching stories where the muse directs her. As the instrument of their lives, their stories are told piece by piece. You can hope for the good guy to win, but it won’t always happen. There's no guarantee of an HEA (happily ever after) or HFN (happy for now), because life doesn't always have those.
Enjoy the OMG's and tears. Tear your hair out, toss a book or two, because Kerri Ann wants for you to feel their pain too. As they live it, you absorb it on the pages.
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Title: Safe Rider
Series: A Lost Saxons Novel #2
Author: Jessica Ames
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2018
Cover Design: Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design
âExcellent writing with a gut wrenching storyline.â ~SpunkyNSassy âThe Lost Saxons are quickly becoming one of my favorite re-reads.â ~Amazon Reviewer
A new life; a new startâthat was what Liv needed after escaping her violent marriage. Moving to Kingsley was a chance to rebuild what was broken and show the world she wasnât defeated by her past. No part of that plan involved falling in love with a biker.
Dean never expected to want the sweet woman living across the street. Sheâs not his type, yet he canât stay away from her. When trouble follows Liv, heâs one step behind, ready to defend her because his time in the Lost Saxons Motorcycle Club has taught him two things: how to ride and how to protect what is his. And Liv is hisâeven if she doesnât know it yet.
Chapter Two
Present dayâ¦
I'm unloading groceries from my car when I first see him. It's the roar of the engine that draws my attention. It's so obnoxiously loud in the quiet cul-de-sac that I can't stop my eyes from gravitating towards the sound. As I do, the mid-afternoon sunlight catches the chrome pipes, momentarily blinding me before the bike moves into the shadows of the trees lining the road.
I don't know a thing about motorcycles, but I can appreciate the beauty of it. It's a beast of a machine, with an emerald green fuel tank and pearl accents. It's a bike designed to catch attention, and it does. Even if it didn't, the man riding it would. To say he's imposing is an understatement.
With fascinationâand a healthy dose of trepidationâI watch as he stops the bike in the driveway opposite my house and pulls off his helmet.
His head is covered in a thin layer of dark fuzz, which is at odds with the amount of hair covering his jaw, and every inch of skin not covered by clothes is inked. I'm more than certain his body is covered in even more artwork than I can see.
He isnât classically handsome, nor is he the type I would usually find attractive, but there is something about him. Maybe itâs the bad boy vibe, or the confidence of his movementsâI'm not sure. He's only wearing plain, boring, black jeansânothing specialâbut they do fit him perfectly. The dark denim hangs in a way that accentuates his narrow hips and his tight bum. Beneath his leather vest he has on a loose, dark sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Looking at him, itâs like he rolled up out of hell to cause mayhem. Simon could never pull off that look, not in a million years. He is a trousers and button-up shirt kind of guy.
He's also a huge bastardâone that should not be entering my head at all.
My breath catches and all thoughts of Simon vanish as the biker turns and I get a full view of the back of his vest. There are two crossed swords dripping blood onto a skull wearing a helmet. This is macabre enough, but it's finished off with a T-cross piece over the skeletal nose and red, burning coals for eyes. The words 'Lost Saxons' are arced across the top of the garment, 'Kingsley' across the bottom.
He's not just a biker, heâs a biker.
I'm not a native to Kingsley, but I also donât live under a rock; I know what the Lost Saxons Motorcycle Club is. They're well-known, even outside the former colliery town. If the newspapers are to be believed, they deal in drugs, weaponsâanything that will give them a quick payout. They're criminals, a gang of men dedicated to living outside the confines of the law, and from the looks of it, I have one of their members living across the road from me.
And he definitely lives there because he's moving up the path towards the front door with a comfortable ease that only comes from being in your own space.
The bands around my chest loosen a little as he steps inside the house, the front door banging closed behind him, and once again peace and tranquillity return.
Iâve been in Kingsley for more than a year, but Iâve only been renting this property for the past three months. Itâs the first time Iâve felt truly happy since I left Simon; the therapy, the breathing techniques, the finding something good in each part of the day is working and I finally feel as if Iâm moving forward.
But now I have a biker living on my road.
Maybe I can move somewhere elseâ¦
Except, I signed a twelve-month tenancy agreement. Why? Because this house has a good square footage, is in a quiet part of Kingsley and was a bargain.
Now, Iâm wondering if Mr Biker is the reason why the rent is so cheap.
I shake myself.
Firstly, for being so judgemental; Iâm not usually. This is because so many people have judged me over the years and usually they come to the wrong conclusion. Secondly, because in the months Iâve lived here, this is the first time Iâve seen him. Clearly, heâs not a frequent visitor to the house.
I stare at the now-closed door and sigh. Maybe I should worry about my own problems and not who is living across the street from me. But I canât help but feel concerned. I left my old life behind, reclaiming what was left of the woman I was before I met Simon. Even after all this time, Iâm still trying to work out who this version of me is, but I figure sheâs the kind of woman who would not care about the biker living across the street. I also figure she is the kind of woman who doesnât get involved in other peopleâs business unless it becomes her business.
But he is a problem and he most definitely is my business, because he lives spitting distance from my front door. I donât need the kind of trouble this man and his Club will bring. I need quiet, and I need safety. I donât need the police camped on the front lawn.
Feeling irritatedâand a little anxiousâI reach into the boot of my car, gather up my shopping bags and heave them out with a grunt. Juggling my load, I fumble for the lid of the boot and manage to get it closed without dropping anything. This is a feat in itself, given how heavy these bags are. How much did I buy?
This is something I have struggled to get used to since I set out on my own: shopping for myself. I was so used to getting whatever Simon wanted, not what I wanted or needed that I now have a tendency to overindulge when Iâm in the supermarket. I have to remember Iâm on a budget and that I canât afford a hundred pounds a week food bill. But the freedom to do as I please goes to my head more often than I would care to admitâeven after all this time.
I barely take two steps before I feel something shift. Then, the weight of the bags changes as the plastic splits from handle to seam. Laden down as I am, I can do nothing but watch in seemingly slow motion as my milk carton hits the concrete at force, spraying white into the air like a geyser while the rest of the contents spill out onto the pavement, my apples rolling to settle in the gutter.
Well, shit.
I move to my car and carefully place the other bags in the boot before turning back to the carnage I have wrought. A white river of milk is free-flowing across the paving slabs and staining the grassy verge.
Shit, shit, shit.
I move to pick up the first fallen itemâa ruffled looking lettuceâwhen a deep, gravelly voice says, "Do you need a hand?"
I jump practically out of my skin; I can't help it. Itâs not a normal response and I know this, but I can't stop it. My flight response battles with my fight for dominance as I spin around. And my body, which has been conditioned to react over the years, tries to recoil. It takes everything I have to stand still as I let out a garbled yelp.
"Jesus!" I gasp out as I realise the voice belongs to my neighbour from across the street: the biker.
For a moment a tendril of fear works through me, but it winds back a notch when he doesnât make any sudden movements. I put a hand to my sternum, trying to control my thrumming heartbeat, then drag in a shuddering breath as my counsellorâs voice sounds in the back of my mind: I am in control; I can keep myself safe.
And I can. I have been doing it for months now quite successfully.
For his part, Mr Biker looks contrite and slightly concerned, as if worried I may keel over. It is a possibility, given how much of a workout my respiratory system is getting, courtesy of him.
"You nearly gave me a coronary,â I snap, which is probably not the best idea, given the present company, but shock makes my mouth engage before my brain.
"Fuck," he mutters, as a tattooed hand runs over his buzzed head. My eyes of their own volition follow the movement and I have to drag my gaze back to his face. "I didn't mean to scare you."
âItâs okay,â I mutter.
This close up, I can see his eyes are pale, a blue so light it looks grey. Heâs also wearing a ring through his left nostril that I shouldnât like, but find I do. I donât usually like piercings, nor do I like tattoos, but he pulls both off perfectly. Too perfectly, really. Heâs nothing like Simon who was more at home in a suit rather than jeans and never left the house without ensuring his hair was perfectly styled. I doubt this man cares about that kind of thing; heâs dressed for comfort. Heâs rough, hard, but there is something about him that I likeâand I donât even want to dissect that.
Boy, do I have bad taste in men? First Simon, now Iâm lusting over a criminal. I should become celibate and join a nunnery.
But he is good looking, even under the bad boy appearance.
âDo you have another bag?â
âWhat?â I pull my attention from scanning the thick scruff of beard covering his jaw. Itâs verging on wild and this close to me, I can see it has copper-flecks among the brown.
âA bag: do you have another? To put the food in,â he clarifies, speaking slowly, as if Iâm not with itâwhich Iâm not. Iâm rattled having him in my space, and not just because my hormones are standing to attention. The man belongs to one of the most notorious biker gangs in the country, and heâs also at least five inches taller than I am. Heâs bulky, in an athletic way, rather than a steroid way, but that means nothing; Simon wasnât built but he could still overpower me. That in itself is enough to make me wary, although I do everything not to show it.
Heâs not going to hurt you.
Breathe it out, Olivia.
âOh. Yeah.â I move back to the car and find a spare shopping tote tucked away. When I turn back to the biker and hand him the bag I do it with a lot more confidence than I feel.
He takes it without a word, opening it up and gestures for me to hold it for him. I do so without question. Why? I don't know. I should run into my house and hide because this man is dangerous. His leather vest with the skull on the back, the tattoos, the swagger: everything about him exudes just how dangerous he is. Except, he's standing on my driveway, helping me to collect the remains of my scattered shopping.
Are bikers supposed to be helpful?
I stand silently as he puts each item into the open tote bag, unsure what to say.
âYour milk is fucked,â he tells me unnecessarily because I can see that, âbut the rest should be salvageable.â
I stare at the river of white wending over the concrete. This means another trip to the supermarket, unless I can survive with black coffee for tonight.
âCrap,â I whisper.
He runs a hand over his beard, and I notice his tattoos span down his arms to the backs of his hands as well. His skin is covered with so many different designs that itâs difficult to take it all in, but I see he has the same insignia on the back of his leather vest tattooed on his left forearm. On his right wrist, just above the palm, the word âKarmaâ is stamped. I donât even want to think why he has that tattoo. What karma is he dealing out?
Realising Iâm staringâagainâI pull my gaze back to his face, but he doesnât notice my gawking because heâs focused on the milk spillage.
âItâs only milk,â I say. âNo use crying over it, right?â
Then his lips quirk and I forget heâs a dangerous criminal because my mouth is suddenly dry. It softens his entire demeanour and I suddenly want to see him smile every day.
âI guess not. I have some in the house, if you need it.â
I wonder when he was here to bring milk; this is definitely the first time Iâve seen signs of life at the house across the street.
âDo you want me to grab you some?â he continues.
As tempting as that is, I shake my head. âI think Iâll survive one evening without milk, but thank you.â
This is debatable but Iâm not keen on being indebted to this manâeven if it is only milk. Itâs a ridiculous thought but my brain is completely frazzled right now. At least this is the excuse Iâm giving myself.
He hands me the newly filled bag and I take it with murmured thanks, trying not to react as his fingers brush over the back of my hand. I canât deny the way that feels. There is electricity between usâat least on my part, although I swear I see a slight widening of his eyes at our touch. Perhaps I imagined it because itâs gone so fast I canât be sure it was there in the first place.
He sniffs then clears his throat and my cardiac muscle gets another workout as it beats faster.
âYou just moved in?â
âOh, yeah. Well, about three months ago.â
He blinks and then his brow pulls together. âShit, really? Three months?â
I nod.
âI need to start coming to the house more.â He jerks a thumb in the direction of the property he disappeared into before. âI own number fifteen, but I spend most of my time at the clubhouse.â
The clubhouse. With the dangerous bikers where he is a member. This sobers me completely and brings me out of my fantasy. It doesnât matter how nice heâs being, how polite, I need to bring this to an end. I do not need his kind of drama in my already drama-filled life.
âThank you for your help, but I should get the food inside before it spoils.â
He studies me. Intently. I try not to squirm under that look. âIâll help.â
âOh, thereâs no need.â
âIâll help,â he repeats, as if I didnât protest.
This annoys me, but I donât have the chance to voice this because without invitation, he plucks the tote from my hands and reaches into the boot. He wraps a fist around the whole lot and pulls it out as if it weighs nothing, and without a word starts up the path to the front door.
My front door.
Crap!
I quickly reach for the boot, pulling the lid down and tug my handbag up my shoulder as I jog after him. His legs are longer than mine though and he eats up the space in a few steps. This means heâs waiting for me outside the porch when I reach him.
He lifts the bags slightly. âThese are heavy, darlinâ; do you want to open the door, so I can put them inside?â
I really donât. Itâs one thing him carrying my bags from the car to my front door, but him being inside my house... Iâm not sure Iâm comfortable with that at all. But I donât want to be rude and I donât want to upset the potentially dangerous biker with the cute face and overinflated sense of chivalry either.
I hesitate too long because his smile fades and his jaw tightens. I see the anger flash in his eyes as he realises why Iâm hesitating. Muscle memory is a powerful thing because my brain doesnât register itâs not Simon; all it registers is the perceived danger. To my mortification, I recoil back as if he struck me. My life with Simon may feel like a decade ago, but that primal instinct to protect myself is still the first thing to switch on when I meet someone newâsomeone I donât yet know is safe.
His eyes narrow further. Itâs like watching a train wreck in slow motion, and I can do nothing to stop the destruction.
There is a moment of silence that seems to span an era. Itâs so quiet all I can hear is my own ragged breathing and his huffing.
Finally, he speaks.
âChrist, you try to fucking help someone and this is how they thank you?â He grinds the words between clenched teeth. Then he snorts and shakes his head. Not too gently, he dumps the bags on the ground and leans into me. I pull away from him, my back hitting the side of the storm porch as he gets into my space, all six-foot-plus of him. I have to raise my chin to meet his gaze, and I wish I didnât because he looks hurt beneath the anger and for some reason that doesnât sit right with me.
âFor the record, I was just going to take your bags inside for you. I usually leave the raping and murdering for the weekend.â
He gives me the dirtiest look Iâve ever seen, turns on a booted heel and starts back up the path. I let my lungs finally reboot and draw in air when he reaches the end of the drive, and Iâm filled with a new emotion. This one is abject embarrassment. He didnât do anything wrong. All he did was try to be nice and I treated him like crap. Did I really think he was going to come into my house and hurt me?
I donât know.
Old habits die hard.
Shit.
Jessica Ames was raised in a small market town in the Midlands, England. She lives with her crazy mongrel terrier and when sheâs not writing sheâs playing with crochet hooks. From the moment she was old enough to hold a pen she created fantastical stories and by the age of 17 had written her first full-length novel: a fantasy story about an exiled boy king. It was a cliched mess, but she realised she could, in fact, write and finish a book!
Knowing she needed to make money, she found work in the publishing world. Over the next decade, she honed her skills and worked hard to learn everything she could about writing. In January 2018, in a moment of insanity, she quit her job in magazine publishing to write books full time.
Title: The Darkest of Light
Series: The Kings of Retribution MC #2
Author: Crystal Daniels and Sandy Alvarez
Genre: MC Romance
Published: January 5, 2018
As a young boy, Gabriel Martinez had his family-his entire life ripped away from him.
Revenge and indignation becomes his means of survival.
Several years later, a series of events lead him to his new family, The Kings of Retribution MC, where he meets Alba Jameson.
Heartbreak being the final push, Alba chooses the life her sister worked so hard to give her by going off to college.
While trying to bury her feelings for Gabriel, she finds herself faced with the unexpected. Finding strength and courage she starts to pave her own path in life, until a faceless threat sends her home.
We are sisters who both share a passion for books. Our obsession for bad boys, alpha males, angst, romance, hot, sexy, and happily ever after has lead us on a journey, a dream to not only read all the incredible stories we love so much, but to write one of our own.
Both born in Illinois, then moved to Wyoming, were we spent part of our childhood before moving to Mississippi.
Crystal lives in Pearl Mississippi with her husband of twenty-one years, two sons and their two dogs.
Sandy lives in Brandon Mississippi with her husband of eleven years, and four kids.
Title: His Angel
Series: Wounded Souls Series, Book Five
Author: Leah Sharelle
Genre: MC/Former Soldier Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2018
“I’m not leaving your side, Memphis. You are my home, Angel, so wherever you are, is where I want to be.”
CREED
Creed Stephens lost his heart when his wife died in an accident that also took the life of his unborn child. He threw himself into his job as a trained sniper, no longer caring about anything other than his team. After one disastrous mission, which left him broken and battered, he entered the real world again. Creed lived only for his club and his position as its road captain. Love was something Creed never wanted to feel again. He knew loss and drowned in it every single day—at least, that was until a brown-haired, sweet, and stubborn goddess insisted on reminding him that loss wasn’t a reason to stop living.
MEMPHIS
Memphis Van Elsen had experienced far too much loss in her young life. She lost her parents, her sister, and her sight. The one person she had left was the only person she loved, the only person she wanted. But how could she compete with a ghost? Did she want to? All she knew was that the deep, aching love she felt for her former brother-in-law made her wish for things she shouldn’t. When a chain of events forced them together, would Memphis be able to make Creed see she can be the one for him, the one to make him smile again? Or would Rogue rip her heart’s desire away from her before she ever got the chance?
Review:
I don’t even know how to write this review… His Angel, which seems to be the final book in the Wound Souls MC Series, was a rip your heart out and make you curl up in the fetal position and cry book. OMG! I really don’t know how to rate it. I loved the romance between Creed and Memphis. There are some cringe-worthy aspects for Memphis, but it all gets ironed out fairly quickly. I loved how Creed never downplayed his love and devotion to his first wife, Lila Rose, while you still feel an equal love and devotion to Memphis. It’s a different love but just as powerful. I didn’t feel like she was getting the shaft. It was everything else that I’m not so sure about… I’m not going to go into detail, but all I can say is… Darth. I did not agree with that, and probably wouldn’t have read the book had I known. It was well-written and the ending tied up in a nice little bow. I felt a little depressed after reading it, but overall if you like an emotional novel with a little angst? It’s a good read. 4 Stars
I love the idea of being in love. Since my early teens when I first discovered Silhouette Desire novels my life has been all about reading. I would find myself re-writing scenes if I wasn't happy with them and hiding them under my bed. That led me to writing love stories of my own. They all ended up under the bed and are still there, and there they will stay. I don't do angst, in fact it drives me crazy.
I am a mum of three beautiful girls, Australian, and have what most say is a weird sense of humor. I spend my free time doing movie, Sons of Anarchy, and Friends marathons. And reading. I love Pina Colada's and getting caught in the rain..... there's that weird humor.
Title: Deviance
Series: The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3
Author: KE Osborn
Genre: MC Romance
My fractured pieces held together by the grit of my brothers.
My sanity—questionable at best.
My pride—rocked every time someone says I’m a cold-blooded monster.
It happened when she walked away.
Forcing me to become the man I am today.
Now, she’s back with a threat on her tail, and I’m the only man who can protect her. My brothers don’t know the reason she left, but they’re about to find out.
This story is a hell of a ride—it’s chaotic, gritty, raw, and unrelenting.
Love—it breaks you.
Will society’s outcasts survive their deviance?
“Keeps getting better” - Little Shop of Readers “Wow! KE Osborn has once again delivered the goods.” - Kay’s Blushing Book Reviews “This book is an amazing follow up to Resistance and Penance books 1 and 2 of the Chicago Defiance MC Series.” - Goodreads Review
Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry and get completely enveloped in the characters and their story lines. She feels completely at home when writing and wouldn’t consider doing anything else.
Title: Nothing Lasts Forever
Series: Battle Born MC #2
Author: Scarlett Black
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 22, 2018
Axl has it all as the VP of the MC he loves in Reno, Nevada. Living a life free of worries has never been an issue for him. He’s partied and lived fast with the best of them. He’s never truly had to deal with the repercussions of his actions. Until his world is shattered right before his eyes…
Dana has always been the heart of her girls and family. If her past has taught her anything, it’s that, eventually, those you love will always leave you. Can she have faith that, even though mistakes are made and people change, love will bring them back to her?
Nothing in life lasts forever, but forever in love is just what they might get.
Scarlett Black lives in a small town in Northern Nevada. She has three kids a husband and a couple of dogs. She loves to watch baseball, especially when her kids or husband play. One day she had random thoughts floating around in her brain, opened her laptop and started writing without really knowing of where the journey would take her. Here she is now, a first-time erotic MC genre author, that works full time. She enjoys her busy life, the outdoors and shopping as much as possible!
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