Poison Wolves MC book 2 is now available for pre-order
Blurb: All of her life, Agatha Preston never felt like she belonged. Her parents made her keep secrets about herself and what she was capable of. After their death, there’s nothing for her in the city. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for until she finds it in a small town called Poison. The locals are awful and rude, but she loves the town and there’s no way she’s leaving.
There was a human in town and that always had the pack on edge. They had to keep every single part of their lives in check, which was exhausting.
Boyan tried to persuade the little human to leave town. There was only one problem—he knows there’s something off about her. Agatha is not quite human, and she’s not quite wolf either. It’s in her scent, in her eyes, and certainly in her ability to heal fast.
The woman he starts falling in love with is not all wolf and she isn’t all human. A year ago, they discovered a vet who found out about them, and he tried to turn innocent people into wolves. Several humans had been infected with wolf blood. None of them had survived. The vet had a lot of files in his practice—one of them titled Agatha Preston.
Panic unlike anything he’d ever felt consumes him. He finally finds his woman that was all his and now, there was a chance he wasn’t going to keep her. They have to find someone who worked with the doctor before it was too late. Every second she stays in Poison, the stronger her wolf is becoming.
Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.
Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn’t settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she’s a virgin, but they’re liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.
But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She’s just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?
She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It’s an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.
Excerpt:
“Daemon is way too strong and powerful. There is no out for me. I know that. Only when he’s done with me will I find peace.” Gabrielle smiled. “But I see a brighter future for my daughter. If you give her a chance, I think you could make her a very happy woman.”
Petal hit the window. “What’s keeping you guys?”
Gabrielle chuckled. “You’re not a patient person, are you, Petal?”
“My Sunday plans have been changed so I’m feeling a little … tender.”
Colt climbed out of his car as his mother opened the door. Gabrielle walked over to Kim, and he watched the two embrace.
Petal had her arms folded and glared at him.
“I want to talk to Rosalie,” Colt said.
“And you think I’m going to allow that?” Petal asked.
“It’s fine,” Rosalie said. “I’ll be fine.”
Petal shook her head. “Yeah, maybe when you look in the mirror, you’ll see how fine you look.”
Rosalie chuckled but Petal left them alone.
He stared at Rosalie who once again had her hands thrust into the pockets of her jeans.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To talk to you.”
“This is not part of our arrangement. Friday nights is what we agreed.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Is it wrong for me to want to talk to my wife?”
“Colt, you and I don’t have that kind of relationship, so I’m going to say yes.” She pulled her hands out of her jeans. “What is all this?”
“An olive branch.”
Rosalie laughed. “So I tell you truth about who my father is, and all of a sudden you want to be friends?”
“I want us to be allies, Rosalie. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Coming from you, yes.”
“Look, I don’t know what your father is up to, and I can only imagine it’s not very good.” He looked toward the house and then stepped in front of her. “I’m aware of the deal you made him.”
She tilted her head to the side. “I doubt that.”
“You’ll get pregnant and he’ll leave your mother alone. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that you’ll do anything for your mother. Marry a guy you don’t know, and fuck him every Friday in the hope of getting pregnant.”
“So, now that your genius brain has figured that out, what are you hoping to do? Make a deal with me? What?”
Colt took a deep breath. This woman was infuriating. He didn’t quite believe her mother that she was a kind and gentle person. So far, she had made him do nothing but work at every single task when it came to her.
“Your father is up to something,” Colt said. “And I know you care about your mother, so I’m proposing that you trust us.”
“No. I don’t trust any of you. You agreed to this marriage, this treaty pact, or whatever it is.”
“We can protect your mother from him. The whole club. You’re trusting Daemon’s word, and you can’t always be with your mother. The club has a lot of men, Rosalie. We can protect her from him.”
Rosalie stared at him and slowly folded her arms across her chest. “And what do you want in return?”
Colt looked at her. “You’ve got to come and live with me, spend time at the Satan’s Death Riders MC, make this marriage work.”
She shook her head. “Fuck, no. Don’t you see, that is exactly what he wants. He will want me to try and get information out of you and I’m not doing that. I’m not getting between the two clubs.”
“I’ll protect you.”
“No, you won’t.” Rosalie shook her head.
“He killed my sister,” Colt said.
Rosalie stopped and turned toward him. She had been about to enter the house but he had to stop her.
“I want to see him six feet under. I want him to suffer and pay for what he’s done. He didn’t pull the fucking trigger, but he ordered the killing.”
He was right in front of her now and looked her in the eyes. Rosalie had no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him.
“He’d been trying to take me out … but I had to hold her in my arms as she died, Rosalie.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rosalie said.
“And I want to make him pay. I’ve been treating you like shit and I know I shouldn’t have. You had nothing to do with this, and for that I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to pay for his sins.”
“And just like that, you expect me to believe this?” Rosalie asked.
“I want you to think about it. I’m offering you protection. The club, all of it. For you and your mother and for Petal.”
Rosalie looked at him and then bowed her head.
“He wants me to get pregnant. It’s been three months and he keeps telling me that if I fail, he will hurt my mother.”
He went to take her hand but Rosalie pulled away.
“Trust me.”
“How?” Rosalie asked. “How can I trust you when I don’t even know you?”
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Blurb
Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.
Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn’t settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she’s a virgin, but they’re liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.
But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She’s just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?
She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It’s an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.
Aria Taylor has always been told she wasn’t good enough. After one horrible night, Aria has had enough. She’s determined to lose the weight that people find so ugly.
Grant has proven himself time and time again, but his brother has placed his ass far away from the club. When he’s suspended as VP from the Chaos and Carnage MC, Grant is pissed. He knew Bull didn’t want him at the club anyway.
He likes the receptionist at the veterinary practice where he visits the dogs from the animal shelter. And pursuing Aria is a much more worthwhile use of his time. Everyone sees Grant as the playboy. He’s considered a waste of space. Aria sees him differently though.
When their contact within the Cartel turns up dead, and the bodies start mounting, it’s not just a threat to the club, but the town. Someone wants Carnage.
Grant is given a chance to take his brother’s place, to have the ultimate power, but will he take it? Will he sacrifice everything to finally have control? Is that what he wants? Will the town of Carnage burn like the club?
Excerpt:
“What time is it?” she asked.
“A little after eight.”
She gasped and got to her feet. “Crap. Shit. Crap. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago. Where’s my cell phone?”
“You left your bag in the sitting room,” he said.
She rushed out of the kitchen and he couldn’t help but look at her ass. She wore the pair of jeans he’d seen her in yesterday. He had left them on her last night, even though it had upset him to put anything on her body. Aria shouldn’t be hidden away. Not from him. Never from him.
Picking up his coffee, he moved to the doorway and listened.
“I’m so sorry, Andy. I was … time got away from me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
He doubted Andy would care. The other woman was nice and cared about Aria. He also knew that Aria was always at work earlier than needed most mornings, if not all of them. If Andy and Phil caused her any trouble, he’d deal with them. Simple as that.
Aria finished her phone call and returned to the kitchen. Grant had already moved back toward the stove. Picking up his toast, he walked toward the table and sat opposite her.
“What did your bosses say?”
“They’re happy that I’m fine.” Aria rubbed at her temple. “I’m so sorry for crashing here last night.”
“I invited you back, don’t you remember that?” he asked.
“There’s a lot about last night I don’t remember.”
“Like telling me you’re a virgin?”
She groaned. “Could we stop?”
“Why? It was very sweet.”
“I didn’t, like, beg you, did I?”
“To what?”
“To … you know?”
He wanted to ask her to say it, but seeing as she looked so embarrassed already, he decided to save her the trouble.
“You didn’t beg me to do anything. You told me a statement of fact.”
“How is it that I can’t remember anything from last night but you do?”
“I can handle my drinks. Last night was your first time and you had three or four shots of whiskey and I have to say it’s very powerful stuff. Very, very powerful.”
She blew out a breath. “Yep, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying sorry. I enjoyed the company.”
Aria nodded and took a bite of toast, and he watched as she sipped her coffee.
“You know, you’re wrong. You’re beautiful and there are plenty of men who’d love to have you, myself included,” he said.
“Grant, you don’t have to say that.”
“I know I don’t have to say anything. I’m not just saying it, either. I’m serious. I know I want you as mine. I’ve been asking you to date me for months.”
Aria nibbled her lip and he stared at her.
“Is it the patch?” he asked.
“The patch?”
“I’m part of the Chaos and Carnage MC. I know it puts a lot of people off.”
“I don’t care about that.” She sighed. “I … this is … I…”
“Go out with me tonight,” he said.
“I’ve got the gym.”
“You don’t need it,” he said.
“I want to do it. I need to do this, for me.”
He wanted to ask if it was really for herself or for her mother. He couldn’t even remember what her mother looked like but he fucking hated her.
“As it happens, I’m also working at the gym tonight. I’ll be there and then afterward we can go to the diner, or wherever you want to go,” he said.
“Er, if you’re sure. If you’re not too busy.”
Fucking hell. He was trying to date this woman and it was impossible to even convince her that was what he was trying to do.
“Aria, babe, I’m trying to go on a date with you, not make an appointment. Tonight, you and me, the diner. How about that? It’s a date. A date where at the end of the night, I’m going to take you home and then I’m going to kiss you.”
“Oh,” Aria said.
“Yeah, oh. Now, I’m going to let you finish your toast, your coffee, I’ll drive you home, and if you need it, I’ll drive you to work.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“Trust me, Aria. I want to do that.” He didn’t know how he was going to convince her of what he wanted to do. She was a stubborn woman.
Family. That’s what The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds have been like for years. They’ve helped each other through their darkest times and celebrated their successes.
Christmas is around the corner and Angel wants to invite the club and host the festivities for the year. She wants a full, extended family Christmas.
Lash would have been happier just going away, taking his wife to a nice hot beach for some alone time. But he’s a family man now. He has children and he’s the President of The Skulls MC. And he will always give his wife what she wants.
So, for Christmas, Chaos Bleeds is coming to Fort Wills. He cannot guarantee it will be peaceful.
Family they may be, but they are still two different clubs, and when the competitions start, he has no idea how far things will go. But it’s Christmas and as long as Lash gets his woman in a bow for him to unwrap, he is more than willing to give her what she wants.
For Angel, this is a dream come true. Having the clubs together is a time for them to love one another, to cherish what they have, and above all else, for them to take a moment to remember those no longer with them.
Excerpt:
“What about the beach? We can find somewhere sunny where it is just us.”
Angel shook her head. “I don’t want the beach. I want a family and extended-family Christmas.”
Lash sighed. “Fine. I’ll bring it up in church, and so long as the guys agree, I don’t see a reason why not.”
“Can I ask the girls?” Angel asked.
He stared at her, and she tried to keep a straight face. “Angel, baby, why do I get the feeling that you’ve already gotten the girls to agree?”
“Well, I might have suggested it to Tate, who then spoke to Eva, and then it kind of just took off on its own. I have no idea how it happened. It just did.”
Lash burst out laughing, brushing her hair off her face. “Fine, I will make this happen on two conditions.”
“Name them.”
“One, you have fun, and you don’t do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“That’s easy.”
Lash rolled his eyes.
“I mean it, I can do that.”
“Babe, you’re soft at heart and people have a tendency of making you do stuff you don’t need to. Everyone will pull their weight. This will not be you in the kitchen for the whole event. Everyone pitches in. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, the works. Everyone will be given a job.”
“Apart from Lacey,” she said.
“Yes, that woman can handle the drinks and the kids.” There was no way they would still have a clubhouse if Lacey got involved in the kitchen. That woman had already burnt down her own kitchen in her house, not once either. A couple of times.
Lacey had her skills though.
“What’s your second condition? You said you had two.”
He pushed some of her hair out of the way. She had stopped dying it a few years ago, and it had reverted to her brown color, along with a couple of gray hairs, but she didn’t mind them.
“That you’re my present.”
“Huh?”
“You, wrapped up in a big red bow, Christmas Eve, Christmas day, and leading all the way up to New Year.” He put his hands on her hips, and she let out a little gasp. With them hosting Christmas, they’d be at the clubhouse, which meant babysitting duty was always shared.
“Yes, I can do that.”
Lash ran his hands down to her ass, giving the flesh a little squeeze. They had been together for over twenty years, and she still couldn’t believe it. The love she had for Lash never diminished. It only got stronger.
Also, her attraction to him. Lash as a young man was amazing, but now, as an older man, he was irresistible.
“There’s no one around right now,” Angel said.
He took hold of her hand and moved her away from the clubhouse, away from the backyard, and all the way past the sheds until they came to a small, secluded area where he moved her up against a tree.
“You’re right, no one is around to interrupt me.” He slid his hands into her sweatpants, and the moment he touched her clit, Angel gasped. There was no messing around with his actions. The way he touched her set her on fire.
Reaching for him, she touched his large dick, feeling how hard it was in the tight confines of his jeans.
Another moan escaped her. She just couldn’t help it.
Christmas is fast approaching and Smokey wants to do something special for his woman. With all the bad memories within the clubhouse, he wants to replace them with good ones. The only way to do that is to turn his clubhouse into a wonderland. He needs the whole club’s help and he doesn’t want Ava to know what he’s planned. This will be the perfect surprise.
Ava doesn’t know why Smokey is acting strange. When Harlow also starts to lie and disappear, she wonders what’s going on. She never imagined Smokey cheating, but when she sees Harlow and Smokey hugging, she has to wonder if he’s having an affair. After everything they’d gone through, she never expected him to cheat.
All Smokey wants to do is celebrate Christmas with his woman. To give her memories that wipe out the bad ones he caused, but everything is falling apart. He would never cheat on her. Ava is his soul mate. His reason for fucking breathing. And he can never lose her.
Excerpt:
“You know I don’t answer by special request,” Carlos said, standing in Smokey’s doorway.
Smokey looked up from his desk toward the mafia man. Carlos, like ever, was wearing a designer suit, and he looked pissed off. The only disruptive parts of the whole asshole image were the little girls he held in both of his arms, Winter and Summer.
That must have meant Carlos had come to pick up Raven. Being married to Carlos meant she had no choice but to divide her time between the club and his mafia world as his woman. It had been a transition, but Raven had handled it. He made sure to keep a close eye on Raven because he didn’t want her to ever feel alone or left again.
She had been through so much already. He wouldn’t fuck up again.
“What do you have planned for Christmas?” Smokey asked, putting down his pen.
“I did originally plan for a nice long Christmas with my wife, my two girls, at my private island. Lots of sun, a few nannies to help us. Spending all the time with my wife.”
“Originally?”
“Raven will not spend Christmas where it’s hot. That’s what she said. She likes her festive season to be freezing, with the chance of snow, and she has also informed me that we’re going to be spending it here.” Carlos looked at the office with such disdain.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a snob?”
“Many times, and see how I don’t give a flying fuck.” Carlos pressed a kiss to his daughters’ heads. “So, tell me, Smokey, why am I spending Christmas here?”
“You don’t have to, but I know my woman would like to have Raven for Christmas. You’ve got a lifetime with Raven.”
“And you’ve got a lifetime with Ava.”
“You didn’t fuck up with your woman.”
“Wrong, I did fuck up with my woman, which is why I have no choice but to make up for it now. It’s why I will be spending Christmas here, and I’ll even be happy about it.”
“Good.” Smokey wasn’t too pleased to have the mafia man.
“But a little warning, there is a chance Sebastian Drago might also be joining us, but again, I will add him as our plus-one.”
“This is not a fucking hotel.”
“I know, trust me, this would be the last place I’d pick, but this is Raven’s home, and she does love it here.” Carlos shook his head. “My woman is a fucking queen, and she wants to stay here.”
“Again, she could stay without you.”
“Not happening. Where my woman goes, I go. It’s as simple as that.”
One of the babies started to make some noise, a little gurgling sound, and Smokey smiled. He adored Winter and Summer. Raven’s daughters were so incredibly sweet.
“They are the best part about you,” Smokey said.
“At least something we could agree on.” Carlos nodded at him and then left.
It wasn’t long before Hunter arrived in his office. “Slow day. Slow week. Anything you have for me?” He took a seat opposite him.
“Yeah, I need you to arrange to have all of this stuff delivered to the clubhouse within the next week.”
Hunter reached out, taking the list. “Wreathes, tinsel, baubles, twinkle lights. Seriously, Smokey, is this some kind of joke?”
“I’m going to keep Ava away from the clubhouse for the next couple of weeks. I want the clubhouse decorated, and the only way to do that is to buy the stuff.”
“Then get one of the sluts to do it.”
“No!” Smokey slammed his hand down on the desk. “I want you and the guys to do it. Not the bitches who don’t give a shit about my woman.” He wanted this to be a surprise for his woman, not for her to get involved or to think there was something else going on at the club.
“I’m sorry, man. You’re right, and I’ll get to this right away. Do you have any preference?”
“Shit has to be festive. That’s all I know.”
“Have you thought about asking Ava? She would know what she’d like more than us.”
“I want it to be a surprise.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “For her, she deserves to have a Christmas to remember, and for this place to stop being the horror show it is.” He had thought about burning the place down to the ground and building it back up, but that was a lot of fucking work.
He let her go once… He won’t make that mistake again.
Matthew and Luna were never meant to end like they did.
As teenagers, he broke her heart—and watched her walk away.
For years, he’s stayed in the shadows, knowing one thing:
She was always his.
Luna built a life far from him. Tried to move on. Tried to forget.
She failed.
Now she’s back in Vale Valley… and back in his world.
Matthew isn’t letting her slip through his fingers again.
But history doesn’t disappear.
Trust is broken. Feelings run deep. And loving him means stepping back into a life she once left behind.
Because some loves never fade… no matter how hard you try to run.
Blurb 2:
Matthew and Luna don’t have a good history.
When they were teenagers, Matthew made promises and broke her heart. He had to let her go and watch her walk away. For years, he’s watched from a distance, knowing he is the one for her. Not anyone else.
There is no one else for Luna. Boyfriends never worked out. There was only ever Matthew. Just him, and she hates it. She isn’t a doormat, pining for a guy who is never going to love her.
So, why is she back in Vale Valley? Why did she quit the life she had to come back home?
Matthew’s not going to let this chance pass him by. He let her go once and regretted it. Now he’s going to work to keep her.
Luna wants to be with him, but how can they make it work? They have so much history, but every second spent with him feels right.
He’s the love of her life.
She’s the love of his life.
Can they make it work—or will they walk away?
Excerpt
He was a fucking freak because he’d looked forward to that time. “I was a dick to her about the time, but there was nowhere else I wanted to be. Kind of fucking scared me.” He shook his head. “Of course, there were other girls. You know the ones, they were happy to get on their knees, open their mouths. Easy. They weren’t hard. They wanted to be with a biker’s kid. The next best thing to them. I was an asshole. There was this beautiful, sweet, kind, amazing girl. She had the sexiest laugh. She found my dirty jokes funny. That was a surprise. I figured she’d be a bit of a prude.” He smiled just thinking about it. “She told me I was worth something. Told me that I could go far. All I wanted was the club and her.”
“Then you got her?”
“I got her, and you know what I did?” Matthew asked.
“This is kind of self-explanatory. You guys aren’t together, so I’m guessing you were a giant dick to her and you lost her.”
“Exactly. I totally fucking lost her.”
“How?” Kid asked.
“I was fucking freaked. We had sex, and I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. She was everything. I was her first. I didn’t last. I was a screw-up, and afterward, I panicked. When that happened, I, er, I…” He rubbed the back of his head. “I went and fucked a couple of other girls.”
“Damn,” Kid said. “That’s cold.”
“Yeah, it was cold. I hurt her, and now, there is a chance she’s going to move on. I’ve seen her with a couple of guys. Just kissing, but that was hard. I didn’t want to see her with anyone else, and now she’s back.”
“You’ve got to win her,” Kid said.
“I’m going to try.” He was ready now. No more time for fucking up or being afraid. He’d already been on the receiving end of that, and he knew how it ended. It wasn’t in any way how he wanted it to end.
Kid cleared his throat, and Matthew looked toward him. He was staring at the doors.
Matthew turned and saw Luna standing in the doorway. She held her keys in a death grip.
“Luna,” he said.
“Matthew.” She glanced toward Kid.
“Kid,” he said, getting to his feet. “Matthew wasn’t wrong. You’re beautiful.”
Luna’s mouth opened and closed. She didn’t look sure as to what to say or do. “Er, thank you, I think.”
He winked at her. “This is my cue to leave. Don’t be a stranger, Luna.”
Matthew wanted to hurt him. Luna was his.
“Don’t think about him.”
“What— How? Why?” Luna asked.
Matthew frowned. “I’m a little confused. I don’t know what I’ve done.”
“Don’t know what you’ve done? Are you like for real right now?”
“What?” he asked.
She growled. Her voice went deeper, and he could only imagine that she was trying to imitate him. “Luna, I’m being serious. You haven’t— I was a mess back then. It wasn’t good. I know that. I can make that up to you.” She was back to sounding like herself. “What was that?”
This was better. Much better.
“It’s exactly what it means.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he asked.
“Stop repeating everything I say, Matthew. Why would you say something like that?” She nibbled on her lip and tilted her head to the side. She’d done this when they were studying, and he found it so freaking adorable.
Matthew closed the distance between them. Luna took a step back, then another, and another, until her back hit the wall.
He pressed his hands to either side of her head. “Luna, you’re a clever woman, but I will be straight with you. Our first time together sucked for you. You were in pain. I wasn’t good. I’m better now, and what I’m offering you is the chance of a good fuck.”
Her eyes flashed, and he watched as she licked her lips. There was interest there. Interest and something else—need.
Luna wanted him, but she was fighting him. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything. We can have a good time.” It was a complete lie. To Matthew, it would mean something. “I’m offering you a chance for us to have some fun. No strings attached. You, me, and sex. That’s all.”
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “I’ve got to go.”
Matthew didn’t want to let her go. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her in close and slammed his lips down on hers. He kissed her, giving her a taste of what was to come if only she’d let him.
Amelia isn’t liked by her pack. As a vegan, animal lover, and completely against violence, she doesn’t fit in with her fellow wolves. They’ve been trying to get her removed from the pack, but the Poison Wolves MC won’t allow it. Wolfe has wanted Amelia for some time. There’s just something about the sexy, curvy wolf that he can’t get out of his head. When hunters come close, it’s their job to protect. And after Amelia finds someone lurking near her home, the MC puts a protection detail on her.
It’s Wolfe’s opportunity to finally have her to himself. But she’s a virgin. He’s never been with a virgin, and now, he considers it his job to make it right, to show her every carnal desire.
As the days go by without sightings, Wolfe has to wonder if she lied about seeing something in the woods. Is her life in danger? Or did she just want the attention?
Amelia has never sought out the pack’s attention, and she didn’t lie about the threat. Danger awaits, but will it be too late for Wolfe to save her?
Excerpt:
Wolfe smelled how desperate she was. The scent surrounded her like a second skin, and he had to admit how intoxicating it was.
Amelia was aroused. The shirt she wore did nothing to hide her erect nipples. The scent of coffee couldn’t mask the need coming from between her thighs.
She wanted him. He knew it.
Just as he wanted her. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared at her. Those lips, that body, he wanted her.
Going to the Poison Bar wasn’t for the beer, or to see Val. No, it was for his chance to watch Amelia, closely. To see the sway of her luscious hips as she moved. He couldn’t believe one of the men hadn’t snatched her up. Sure, she had a few … problems. The main one being a social pariah to the pack, but for that body, any man could overlook her social life and just lose himself in all of her softness.
Soft curves.
Sexy thighs.
Every single part of her was sexy.
He accepted the coffee from her and took a large swallow, attempting to burn the beast that was threatening to come to the surface. Wolfe couldn’t remember the time he had a nice hard fuck, where he’d drowned himself in some nameless, faceless cunt to keep his needs in check.
Amelia’s apartment was small. The scents she was giving off weren’t helping him. His dick was already rock hard.
He wanted to be inside her. To feel her slick cunt wrapped around his cock. Would she make sweet sounds as he fucked her? Did she like it dirty? Hard? Was fucking her going to be as great as he imagined?
Maybe one taste. One touch. To see if it was worth it.
When it came to Amelia, she was an enigma. He wanted to know more. Maybe, just maybe, giving in to his needs this once would put to rest any other feelings he might have about her.
“Wolfe?” she asked.
Even her voice was pure fucking sex.
He took her coffee mug and placed it down on the counter, along with his.
Staring at her, her brown eyes wide, he debated for the shortest moment if he should even do this. Then she licked her lips. It wasn’t an overtly sensual move, but one that completely made him throw all caution out of the wind and just take.
With Amelia, he’d been a gentleman. Never crossing any personal boundaries or lines.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her toward him, slamming his lips down on hers. Her moan came out seconds before he swallowed it down as he kissed her. She moaned again, wrapping her arms around him, and he held her close to him, feeling those full tits and her soft body against his. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Pure, fucking sex. Everything he ever wanted. Wrapped up in a vegan package.
As he slid his fingers up into her hair, she opened her lips, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. With his other hand, he cupped her hip—perfection.
He hadn’t allowed himself the luxury to touch her, but right now, he could. Kissing her hard, he licked within her mouth, and a moan escaped her, which he swallowed down.
Amelia was nervous with her touches.
He wanted to touch her ass, so he slid his hand from her hip to her full ass, drawing her even closer. Now, they were touching, body to body, but not skin to skin. They had on way too many clothes.
Wolfe broke the kiss and stared into Amelia’s face.
Her eyes were closed. As he stopped kissing her, she slowly opened them. Her lips were plump, and she licked them again, tilting her head back to stare at him.
“Amelia, I want to fuck you. Tell me if that is what you want or if you want me to leave.”
Tank’s bigger and badder than most of the bikers at the Straight to Hell MC. He’s used to being feared by everyone—then there’s Bell. The curvy blonde waitress doesn’t move out of his way. For some reason, she sees the best in him, never judging him for his past or present. Her sweet love and innocence become addicting. It’s nice not being the monster for once. But she has a tangled past that his prez doesn’t like. Tank’s faced with an impossible choice—love or his club.
Bell doesn’t want to end up with a loser like her deadbeat mother. She wants to make something out of her life, even though it’s easier said than done. Tank’s a big teddy bear and doesn’t even realize it. He’s caring and protective and even though she shouldn’t fall for a bad boy, it’s impossible to keep away from him. The only problem is her boyfriend is keeping her a secret, and secrets are never a good thing. Will he decide to put her first or will their love stay a forbidden affair?
Excerpt:
Holding on to Tank’s shoulder, she swung her leg over the side of the bike. At the same time, her heart raced, and she tried to tell herself she was doing the right thing. In the back of her mind, her grandmother was berating her. Telling her she was being naughty, and that if she’d used her brain back in high school, she wouldn’t be in this mess.
She had used her brain in high school. She’d gotten good grades, but affording college, that had been a laugh. Working one job after another, that had been her life long before she was eighteen.
“Hold on to me,” Tank said.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his back. “Like this?”
“Yes, like that.”
His back seemed to rumble as he spoke, and she closed her eyes, loving the feel of him in her arms. Even his smell was a unique mix of rich cologne and leather.
This was her boyfriend.
She’d never had a boyfriend before, and Tank was quite something. She was absolutely giddy. Even with the diner being busy, she’d been thinking about him constantly. It was hard to keep the news quiet that she was finally dating this big hunk of a guy.
He turned over the engine, and the machine purred to life. She tensed up and he chuckled.
“I’ve got you.”
“Oh, God, this is insane,” she said. “I’ll never get used to it.”
“Trust me.”
“I do.” She snuggled against him, breathing in his scent.
Tank always smelled good.
Bell squeezed her eyes closed as they started to move and tried to convince her racing heart that everything was going to be okay.
“Are you alive back there?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m holding on.”
“Bell, open your eyes.”
This made her actually do it. “How did you know?”
“I know you.”
She felt warm inside just hearing that.
Tank took his time. He didn’t rush. He held the bike firmly, and they traveled in a smooth line, heading back to her apartment. Her feet were thanking him.
With each minute that passed and they hadn’t died or injured themselves, she was grateful to him. She had no doubt he could go a lot faster, but she was pleased he’d taken his time with her, considering her feelings.
By the time they arrived at her place, it was late.
Tank held her steady as she climbed off. Her legs did feel a little weak, which he promised was normal. She didn’t think it was normal, but any excuse to have this man touching her, she had no problem with.
They walked hand in hand toward her apartment building. Taking the stairs, they walked toward her door, and Bell tried not to be too embarrassed by the state of her building. This was all she could afford. Knowing Tank had paid for her rent made her a little more aware of what she didn’t have in comparison to him.
At her doorway, she smiled at him, feeling very aware of their proximity.
“Do you want to come in for coffee?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll come in for coffee.”
Her heart began to race, heat growing between her legs. She couldn’t keep the happiness out of her voice.
Every year, Bad leaves the club for a few short hours to take care of … something. Ten years ago, his best friend died in a driveby shooting, leaving Charity alone. Bad was told to stay away from her. She was his best friend’s little sister, and so, he did. He continued the path of joining the Nomad Chapter of the Satan’s Beasts MC, and lived his life on the road. Seeing Charity once a year.
Wanderlust. She was born with it. For ten years, she lived the dream her brother had for her, but now it’s over. She doesn’t want to be trapped in a dream that was never her own. Selling all her furniture, and finishing up the lease on her apartment, she hits the open road. Her dream was finally going to come alive.
Ten years of keeping his needs under wraps comes to a head as he takes that first kiss. They have one night. One night to get their fill of each other, and then, they’ll part ways. Only, one night isn’t enough.
It will never be enough.
Will Bad allow Charity to live her life without him? Or will they finally give each other a chance and realize they were destined to be together?
Be Warned: anal sex
Excerpt:
With a towel in hand, she stepped out of her room but came flush against Bad’s body. He’d moved so close, and she hadn’t even heard him.
“Oh,” she said. “Er, here’s a towel.” She shoved it against his chest, trying not to think about how hard and firm it was.
She inhaled, only to detect the leathery scent as well as his masculine one combined with it.
Charity had always had a crush on him. Even after all of this time, it hadn’t changed. Bad never looked at her as anything other than his best friend’s little sister. It was embarrassing. There was a time she thought he might have felt something, but … nothing ever happened.
Tilting her head back, she tried to imagine him not kissing her. She didn’t want his kisses. She didn’t want anything from him. Not a damn thing.
Keep lying to yourself.
Bad took the towel and stepped past her, entering the bathroom.
Get a grip on yourself.
It was impossible.
She moved toward the kitchen. There were only two mugs on the counter, one kettle. Everything else was sold. She would be leaving everything else in the apartment.
Spooning out the coffee into the mugs, she didn’t bother with cream or sugar. Neither of them liked to water down their coffee intake. She also liked strong, dark coffee.
Yum.
With the heavy scent of bitter coffee in the air, she turned to find Bad had wrapped a towel around his waist, but all of him was on display. She hadn’t seen him like this in over ten years.
Don’t stare.
It was impossible not to. He was so close, the apartment seeming to shrink with each second he was inside.
“I made you, a, er, I made coffee.” She picked up the coffee and stepped toward him, trying to keep her gaze away from his large, muscular, and heavily inked chest. A skull decorated his chest right over his heart. There were also some gravestones, as well as a hand coming out of the dirt.
Nibbling on her lip, she tried to not be distracted by him.
Bad took the coffee from her, but he didn’t move.
Why was he so close?
“Are you going to argue with me some more?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re not?”
He chuckled. “It’s not my place to keep you where you don’t want to be.”
Charity blew across the surface of her coffee before taking a sip.
She had just finished sipping her drink when Bad took the cup away from her lips.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
He didn’t answer. His hand cupped her cheek, and he tilted her head back. She looked up at him, a little surprised, and then, he slammed his lips down on hers, and all thought left her.
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