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Thursday, October 31, 2019

Enjoying Bones MC? Be on the look out for Bones MC 3: Sword...



Magenta: The day my mom took up with Black Reign was the worst day of my life. She became ol’lady for their president. I became another whore for the club to push around. To hurt. And they all loved to hurt me. Especially Handlebar. I didn’t conform, didn’t obey like they thought I should. I fought them at every turn because death was preferable to living this life. Beaten, downtrodden, I was about to be given to yet another man. This one, however, was the scariest man I’d ever seen. He was intent on having me on his own turf and I wasn’t sure I would survive.

Sword: The second I saw the slight young thing being beaten by that ogre of a man, something inside me I’d thought leashed broke free. A demon better left in check reared his head and I knew she would be mine no matter what. I got her, but she came with bigger problems than I was prepared to deal with. Not that it mattered. I’m Bones MC. We don’t give up and we protect our own. Even against The Devil himself…

***WARING!*** Bones MC has no pussies. These men are rough around the edges and fight as hard as they love. You can expect violence -- some that may have triggers -- and smoking hot sex. If either is something you object to, you should pass. Otherwise, expect a HEA and a man who always satisfies his woman.

EXCERPT!

She was in Sword’s arms. In a ridiculously small bed. Fully clothed in his shirt and sweatpants. At some point, she’d sprawled out on top of him, her hair tangling them together like silk bindings. One of his big hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back in comfort. That hand seemed to span the entire width of her back as he moved it over her skin lazily.
Magenta remembered him sliding into the bed with her, wrapping her up in his arms as they’d talked. Their conversation spun through her mind like a carousel. Did she believe everything he’d told her? She wanted to. Though she knew better, Magenta decided she’d believe him until he misplaced her trust. Didn’t mean she’d do it blindly though. Maybe she should lay it all out for him.
“You’re fine, girl,” he murmured sleepily. “We got an hour before we need to get up.”
“You know, if you’re trying to make me give up information on Black Reign, I’m more than happy to do it without you making me empty promises. Just promise you won’t make me go back, and I’ll tell you everything I know. That’s the only promise I want or need.”
He sighed, as if disappointed. “I just want another hour,” he grumbled. “Fine. Magenta, I promise I won’t make you go back. Think I said that earlier. Now, go back to sleep. You can spill it all later.”
“You’re kind of a grumpy bear when you wake up, aren’t you?”
Again, he grunted, but tightened his arms around her.
“What are you going to do? You left a man in the clubhouse so you can’t just blaze.”
With an exasperated grunt, Sword rolled them both, maneuvering so that he lay sprawled on top of her, his arms still wrapped around her. He nuzzled her neck, his lips grazing her skin in a soft caress. “Hush now. I need this last hour.” He didn’t stop moving his mouth over her neck.
“Stop,” she whispered, even as she lifted her chin and tilted her head to give him better access. What was wrong with her? Was she going to let him take advantage of her? God, her body had suddenly come alive! Shivers coursed through her, and she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was welcoming a man’s touch.
“I will if you want,” Sword said, even as he licked her flesh with one swipe of his flattened tongue. “Seems like you don’t know what you want. You didn’t push me away. Instead, if I’m not mistaken, your little nails are diggin’ into my back like you’re trying to hold me to you.” He sounded drowsy. Sexy. Like he was her lover waking her for morning sex.
“I -- I don’t know…”
“It’s OK,” he said between nips and scrapes of his teeth. “I’m not gonna take too big a bite out of you. At least not here or now.” He let his lips wander from her neck to her collarbone and back, never venturing into forbidden territory but arousing her like she’d never been before. “When we go to confront Black Reign, you’re staying here with Trucker.”
“You’ll need every man you have,” she breathed out, scarcely able to form a coherent thought beyond the fact that she wanted to cradle his head and push him to her aching breasts. “Crow will annihilate you if you don’t. In fact, call in help. He’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security before he springs whatever trap he has ready.”
“I promise you, the four men we’re takin’ into that clubhouse will be better equipped to deal with that entire club than Crow will be to deal with the four of us. But, you’re right. We called in reinforcements last night. There will be some friends of ours coming to help. Should be here in a little over an hour.” He shifted his weight off her just a little, just enough for her not to feel trapped. Then he laid his head on her chest and kissed the swell of her breast. “So I’d like to get my…” he raised his head to look back over his shoulder at the clock on the wall next to them, “fifty-four minutes.”
“Yeah. So would me and Viper.”
“If you guys need to get a room, you should have said something instead of staying out all fuckin’ night ridin’.”
“You two shut the fuck up. I’m determined to get my ‘fifty-four minutes’.”
“Fifty-three now, bro. Shut up your own damned self.”
Magenta didn’t know what to think or say. Lying with Sword like this was too intimate for strangers, but, strangely, not uncomfortable. All kinds of things went through her mind. Like if the others expected him to have sex with her right there. Did he expect that? If she gave in and embraced the sensations he kindled, would he humiliate her like Black Reign did? And what about Trucker? If everyone thought she’d given in to Sword, would they expect her to service them as well?
“Just relax,” Sword whispered. “No one is gonna hurt you.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You need to hear it.”
“Does me hearing it make it any truer than if you never said it?”
There was a long silence, and Magenta thought he’d dozed off. Then he lifted his face and kissed her throat, blazing a hot trail to her lips where he lingered a moment before pushing off her and getting to his feet. “I’ll wake you before we leave,” he whispered. “Get some more sleep. It will be a long ride home.”
With that, he hopped up onto the bunk above her. Immediately, Magenta felt his rejection like a brutal punch. Realistically, she knew she couldn’t have it both ways. She either wanted his touch or she didn’t. She was scared. Had voiced her reservations about how safe she was with him. He’d responded with the only option open to him.


Want more of Bones MC? Enjoy the first two books while waiting for Sword!


Saturday, October 12, 2019

Only one more week until the release of Bohannon...

Bones MC 2: Bohannon is almost here! With the release, I'll also be giving away two $5 Amazon gift cards to two lucky members of my newsletter. Not a member of my newsletter yet? That's OK! You can sign up on this very blog! Sign up form is on the right sidebar.

Now, for a sneak peek at BOHANNON!





“Look,” she said, resigning herself to whatever fate awaited her. “I can’t stay here. I have to work. If I miss, I’ll get fired, and I can’t afford that. Besides the fact I need a place to live, I’ve got several loans to pay back before I’m truly free of Markus’s legacy, no matter what’s happened to him.” Bohannon just looked at her. “I mean, I can’t just not pay back what I owe.” Still he said nothing. “I have to work, Bohannon! I have to!” She was getting a little desperate. Though Luna knew he wasn’t letting her go, would likely use her part on the earlier misadventure to force her to stay, she had to try.
“You done?”
Fucker.
When she didn’t respond, he nodded once in a crisp movement. “Good. You’ll stay here until we fix this. After that?” He shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“What do you mean ‘we’ll see?’ You can’t keep me here if I don’t want to stay!”
Bohannon took the two steps separating him from her and pushed her against the nearby wall. When her hands automatically went to his chest, pushing at him, he snagged both wrists and pinned them above her head in one of his big hands. Luna gasped, her mind telling her she was afraid. Her body told an altogether different story.
It was stupid. He was asserting his dominance over her, not in a sexual context, but in a way to tell her not to go against him. To do as he commanded. Yet, she recognized the dominant lover he would be. His large body so completely dwarfing hers he could manhandle her, use her body for his pleasure and, as perverse as it was, the thought turned her on more than she’d ever experienced before.
Her breasts ached for his touch. When he pinned her body between his big frame and the wall, she nearly moaned in delight as his chest mashed against hers. Could he feel her nipples stabbing him? Did she want him to? It was all Luna could manage to not lift her leg to hook around his hip and thrust her pussy at him in invitation.
“No one said you’d stay here against your will,” he grated. His voice was husky. Menacing.
Sexy.
Luna couldn’t speak. She could be as cutting as the next bitch, but this man was so far out of her league she couldn’t form words. He oozed sex and violence. A combination she’d thought she never wanted to experience. Yet, she had the feeling there was nothing this man could do to her she wouldn’t enjoy. He was nothing like her. He lived in a world where the rules were vastly different, even though they resided in the middle of civilized society. What startled -- and scared -- her the most was to realize exactly how much she wanted Bohannon in that moment. Despite the situation, despite the circumstances, this was still her Gage. Her mind might scream “no,” but her heart screamed a resounding “yes.”
When she didn’t say anything, simply stood passively beneath him trying to process her own lust, he gave her a humorless grin. The look said he knew exactly what she was struggling with and welcomed it.
“I never keep women who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve been known to make more than one good girl turn rogue.”
The second her little whimper of need escaped, Bohannon took possession of Luna’s mouth. He knew he was being a bastard, but he’d been wanting to kiss her from the moment she’d stepped out of that goddamned truck. She was too beautiful. Too innocent. If he’d had any decency in him at all, he’d have locked her in his room and left. That wasn’t happening. He’d take whatever she wanted to give him and coax a few things she didn’t. When it was over, they’d go their separate ways and remember the pleasure they’d shared as a fond memory.


Friday, October 4, 2019

Bones MC 2: Bohannon.. COVER REVEAL

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Luna: Never in a million years did I think I’d meet up with my childhood hero like this. Beaten down and scared out of my mind, my heart dropped when I realized who had me. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life, but Gage Bohannon the man was even harder to resist than the ridiculous fantasy I’d held in my mind.
Bohannon: I’ve never kept a woman who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve made more than one good girl turn rogue. If I had any decency in me at all, I’d have locked her in my room and left her alone. Instead, I’ll take whatever she wants to give me and coax a few things she doesn’t.

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Can you feel it in your Bones?

Are you ready to meet Bohannon?




If he’d had any decency in him at all, he’d have locked her in his room and left. That wasn’t happening. He’d take whatever she wanted to give him and coax a few things she didn’t.

“I never keep women who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve been known to make more than one good girl turn rogue.” -- Gage Bohannon, aka Slayer, aka Bohannon

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Sunday, March 31, 2019

Are you ready for a new kind of hero?



A Shadow Demon, hell-bent on protecting his city…

Alexei Petrov has more money than he can ever spend in many lifetimes, but his life is more than glitz and glamour. Behind the scenes, Alex is part of an elite group working in the shadows, hunting down those who would prey on the most vulnerable in the city. Which is how he found the most desirable women he’s ever seen.

A young mother in fear for the life of her child…

Merrily fled with her daughter with death on her heels. She has no idea what her father has done, but he’s managed to throw her and little Bellarose into the middle of a war. Scared, hunted, Merrily gets caught in the crossfire of what looks like a gang war, but it’s something far more sinister. A desperate flight lands her in the arms of Alexie Petrov. Literally. And the man is everything she knows she can never have but wants with every fiber of her being.

Nowhere to hide…

Even tucked safely away in the home of the richest, most powerful man in the city of Rockwell, Merrily’s past finally catches up with her. Bellarose’s father has come calling, and hell is hot on his heels. Fleeing seems like her only option, but Alex is just as dangerous as anything headed her way. And far too seductive and possessive for her peace of mind. Though she knows he will only break her heart, Merrily can’t resist the lust that burns between them and soon finds herself more than infatuated with the man. Needing to prove her worth, Merrily knows she’s up for the challenge. Welcomes it. But just who are the demons in the night? And why does she welcome this one’s embrace?


EXCERPT!
"Son of a bitch, she's good," Giovanni muttered in awe, sweat pouring from his face. Alex tried not to react, but wasn't quite sure he suppressed his smirk. For the last week, Giovanni had put Merrily through a battery of tests to determine her proficiency with software, hardware, and programming. Giovanni had been more than a little condescending when they'd first started. The man truly had no idea how to behave in the company of people he didn't know. Merrily hadn't once pushed back, doing anything he asked of her without complaint or comment.
Currently, she was supposed to be trying to hack him. Gio had set up a controlled environment in a computer she was supposed to break into. He'd set her up across the room so neither could see what the other was doing and sent her to work. Two hours into it, Gio had stopped smirking and throwing little digs her way and started actively trying to keep her out. Five hours later, he’d started swearing under his breath. Both of them had fingers flying over the keys, but in contrast to Giovanni, Merrily had a serene visage, actually humming to herself as if thoroughly enjoying the experience.
"Ha," Gio exclaimed softly. "Thought you had me, didn't you…" He trailed off a second before the alarm on his real system started blaring an angry, urgent claxon.
"What the fuck?" Azriel pulled his gun, tracking around the room, looking for an intruder.
"Oh, come on!" Giovanni jumped up, knocking his chair over. He hastily hopped behind what he lovingly referred to as his "command center," which consisted of a wall of monitors and his work station. All the monitors were flashing an angry red with the words "SECURITY BREACH" blazoned in big white, flashing letters. Giovanni looked around, confused. "Why is it doing that? It's not supposed to flash on the monitors or make such a racket. What the fuck?"
The monitor in the very center switched to a black screen with code in white lettering flying up it in a blur. "No, no, no! That's impossible!" Giovanni pressed a few buttons, his gaze focused squarely on the monitor until he finally dove under the desk and unplugged the whole thing. The silence was deafening. The monitors dark.
"Uh, what just happened?" Alex asked. He'd also pulled his gun, unsure of what to do but making damned sure he was ready if there was a need. It wasn't until that very moment he realized he'd sprinted across the room to cover Merrily. He'd done it without thought or telling Azriel what he was doing.
Giovanni crawled out from under the desk to collapse in his chair. Sweat streamed down his face, his red/orange hair a disheveled mess. A stunned expression met Alex when they locked gazes. "I got… hacked." The voice that had been filled with sarcasm and cutting comments was now shaken and more than a little awed. "I got hacked," he repeated. "I… got hacked."
"All right there, buddy," Azriel said, helping Giovanni to stand. "I think this calls for a double malt. Right this way." He urged Gio to the bar in the corner of the room and poured him a shot before swigging from the bottle himself. Gio downed his with a gasp and held his glass out for more. Once filled, he downed the second one with less drama before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Once more, he looked at Azriel as if he were in a daze. "I got hacked."
"Yeah, I got that," Alex said. "But who…" He glanced at Merrily, who was leaning back in her chair, fingers laced together over her belly, that serene, innocent expression firmly in place. Too innocent.