by Layla Wolfe
He nuzzled his face in my neck. “Yes,” he agreed. “The only one.”
I put my face against his hot neck and went mindless with bliss. I didn’t have to always orgasm—it was our mutual pleasure that mattered. I pictured Town months ago, busting into that Flagstaff bar with a gun and shooing me away. At stake was his choice and look what that choice turned into. Suffering, such as I had at the hands of Orson, was the consequence of Orson’s choice. It wasn’t until I decided it would be my own choice to shape my future that I walked out.
Our cuddling was short-lived. Slappy flung the bedroom door open, allowing Linus and Mickey entrance. Mickey politely paced up and down, finally settling by the bureau where, ironically, a photo of her was framed. But Linus, oh no. No politeness for him. He came sailing on to the bed like a giant toad, splaying himself right over Town’s torso.
“Slappy, god damnit!” Town yelled, not having a word to say to Linus. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Tracy, that’s what!” Slappy shouted. At least, unlike Wolf, he was polite enough to stalk around Town’s side of the bed and not be too terribly obvious about sneaking a look at my rack. “You never told me Tracy belonged to Tobiah! Ptui! I spit on Tobiah!”
Sticking my legs under the sheet, I said, “Tobiah helped us find Town with his gearhead ways.”
Town raised himself out of bed, and I noted that even Slappy seemed to gaze upon him with admiration. Stepping into his jeans, he said, “I was trying to, buddy. You were under the delusion that Tobiah was just reinstalling her hard drive.”
Slappy spat again. “I’ll give you reinstalling her hard drive.’ What’m I going to do now? I could easily steal her from that Krelboyne.”
I said, “Then you’d have to contend with Wolf Glaser. He’s the other person in the ménage.”
“Wolf Glaser?” yelled Slappy. “What kind of taste does Tracy have in men? Whoa!”
Slappy had reached the bedroom window in a few strides just as a clamor rose from the party below. This was too much for me, and I got up, too, gripping the sheet to my boobs.
Some glamorous Hispanic fellow was standing in a circle of Boners, his hands in the air. He had that perfect wavy, thick, salt and pepper hair of the movie star, and his white button-down shirt revealed a few sprays of chest hair. Even from my distance, I could see he wore a Rolex, a favorite of Cornucopian men. To give a hint of corniness, his belt was white. He even wore what could be considered “slacks.” And his pointy shoes were white.
“Who the fuck?” we all asked at the same time. “Who’s the disco king?” Slappy added.
Town suddenly shouted, “I’ll bet I know! How much you want to bet that’s Santiago Slayer?”
Slappy yelled, “The guy who hitched a ride on the train?”
“Among other things,” said Town, racing to the bedroom door. Unlike Slappy, though, he didn’t continue down the hallway. He raced back to me, saying, “Come on, Heaven! I guarantee, you don’t want to miss this guy.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I cried, getting my skirt tangled in my leggings.
By the time I got outside, the alleged Santiago Slayer was regaling his friends with the ending of the story—in a very thick, dramatic Latino accent. Everyone was roaring with laughter, even the old ladies and children, who were allowed near this sicario.
I only heard Tuzigoot, my future boss at Illuminati Construction, say, “How the hell did you get a Southwest Airlines pilot uniform?”
Wow, what had I missed? Grabbing Town’s shoulder, I bounced up and down on my tiptoes to hear the hitman’s story.
Slayer sliced the air with his hands. “Easy peasy, my friend. A while back, I forged a pilot’s license so I could fly free to Montreal to visit a woman.”
Roman shouted, “What did you do when they asked you to fly the plane?”
Slayer belittled the task. “A can of corn, as they say in Monaco. I just put it on autopilot.”
Everyone roared with laughter, apparently unconcerned that Slayer had control of hundreds of lives when he did that. But I had to admit, his carefree personality and blindingly white teeth made me like him.
Fox piped up. “Slayer! You want to parlay your pilot experience into a free flight to Cuba?”
Slayer stood erect. “Cuba? What is there?”
Fox deferred to Ford to explain. “Ah, he got stuck inside a shipping container and is complaining it’s a hundred and fifteen degrees inside. Last we heard, his next step was to call the police to let him out.”
Tracy chimed in. “It’s the hottest day ever in Havana!”
Tobiah lifted a finger from where he sat before a laptop at a picnic table. “I’m on it. I’m finding some steelworkers who can head on down without alerting the cops. Tracy, keep texting him encouragement.”
Slayer clenched a fist on high. “I’m your man! Fox, you do not need to attend. Wolf Glaser is my friend!”
“Can I drive you to the airport?” asked Fox.
“No need!” Slayer pivoted from foot to foot, slapping his pockets as if looking for keys. “I will take my Hyundai Sonata! But first . . . where is the men’s room?”
The crowd broke up when Fox led Slayer into our house. I tried to talk to my man, but Ford Illuminati was already back in Prez mode.
“Hey you! If you want to earn your third patch, go bring another batch of those ginger cookies!” He turned to me and smiled. “They’re fucking excellent.”
I preened while Town dutifully went off to get my cookies. Mickey Finn rubbed against my leg. Nowadays, she always came when called, and had learned what toys were—to play with! She was in love with a neighbor’s lab and pulled us there when we walked that way. She was in a weekly puppy play group out at Tanner’s Hang Town Ranch, along with other member’s dogs. Mickey snuggled wherever it struck her—the couch, our bed, the fruiting chamber, even the pool table.
She was teaching me to relax, to trust in my environment. We chose the path of no pain and suffering, because we deserved it. Our new reality, our beautiful cabin and lake and friends, this was all the creation of our own choice.
We chose happiness.
Bestselling author Layla Wolfe likes to bring you alpha males—sometimes two at a time—and the kick-ass women who love them. Her BARE BONES MC series explores the dark, disturbing life of the biker club in Arizona. Her spinoff series THE BENT ZEALOTS MC is a gritty MM saga. She is currently back to working on the next BARE BONES book.
Layla Wolfe is the pen name of multi-published erotic romance author Karen Mercury.
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The Bare Bones
Book #1 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/Bare-Bones-MC-Book-ebook/dp/B00J7A68VE/
If you ain’t living on the edge, you’re taking up too much room.
The rose-colored illusion of Madison Shellmound’s girlish crush on biker Ford Illuminati is stomped into smithereens by his crude father Cropper, Bare Bones motorcycle club President. Fearing Ford will kill Cropper if he finds out, Madison flees, becoming an upstanding cardiology nurse.
Stay Vertical
Book #2 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00KKTMGR6/
One two three four five six seven. All good sinners go to heaven.
Peace Corps volunteer June Shellmound returns to Arizona to care for her dying mother. At the clubhouse of The Bare Bones motorcycle club, June is swept into the drama when half-breed Lytton Driving Hawk barges in and demands recognition as president Ford Illuminati’s half-brother.
Bad To The Bones
Book #3 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00O2IRLB2
Don’t ride faster than your guardian angel can fly.
Knoxie Hammett has been The Bare Bones’ tattoo artist for years. He’s just drifted through life, living it large and performing in their Triple Exposure films, recovering from a divorce he never wanted. Suddenly Knoxie has a reason to live and to want to prospect for The Bare Bones outlaw motorcycle club.
Playing with Monsters
Book #4 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00WDT2FOU
Roman Serpico has abandoned a thriving rock star career to prospect for The Bare Bones MC. His goal: revenge on the cartel for his father’s murder. His black soul is a writhing mass of venom and rage, and joining the club fuels his ability to wreak havoc. His stepfather, the club’s lawyer Slushy, calls on him to save a stepsister Roman barely knows. Nurse’s assistant Gudrun McGill has fallen in with a bad crowd and needs an emergency extrication…now.
Have Gun Will Travel
Book #5 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0106QC4JC/
Beatrix Hellman has reunited with her Bare Bones sweetbutt friends from high school. Her isolated life in a mountaintop convent has ground to a sudden halt, her faith dashed against the rocks. She needs something else to believe in, and her old friends become her new family. But a sadistic cartel associate of the club has maimed one of the whores. Bee and the women put a bounty on Tony Tormenta’s head. And they think they know just the man for the job.
Shelter from the Storm
Book #6 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01F0DFODY
Alpha bad boy Fox Isherwood has crafted a new life for himself as a cartel hitman. To prove his loyalty, he is sent on the most impossible mission of all—to murder an innocent woman.
It Takes a Thief
Book #7 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/Takes-Thief-Bare-Bones-Book-ebook/dp/B0738LZYY9/
Ford Illuminati, Prez of the famed Bare Bones MC, is in the crosshairs of Noodlum, a whacked thug recently joined with the Cutlasses. When Ford’s company steals some highway workers of theirs, Noodlum lashes out with subterfuge, placing fake news stories about the club and stealing their identities to charge Cialis and penis weights.
Race With the Devil
Book #8 in The Bare Bones MC series
https://www.amazon.com/Race-Devil-Motorcycle-Romance-Bones-ebook/dp/B07F45WXVC
Tanner Principato is a gruff, surly combat vet who has cobbled together a livelihood flying rescue dogs to forever homes. When Tanner makes good on a promise to Bare Bones MC lawyer Slushy and brings a puppy to a lonely member, he is caught in the middle of a mystery. Tanner’s innate kindness means he volunteers to track down the missing bride of the club’s fentanyl dealer, Tutti Morgan, the “Walter White of Flagstaff.” Bare Bones territory looks even more inviting to Tanner when he’s paired up with a friend of the vanished newlywed, Unity Mitford.
Making His Bones
Book #9 in The Bare Bones MC
https://www.amazon.com/Making-His-Bones-Motorcycle-Romance-ebook/dp/B07XC7MW4K/
The party’s not over ‘til you smile for the mugshot.
Gray Whaley has returned to Pure and Easy, the scene of childhood horror, and the safety of his old friends, The Bare Bones MC. He’s fed up with the trivial, superficial LA scene where he emceed a reality show and modeled for perverts. He wants to get back to basics.
When a Bare Boner is arrested by the FBI for an old murder, Gray falls in with Elektra Spinoza, the hot, dark forensic geneticist who made it all happen with her infallible DNA science. Gray is smitten, and determines to help Elektra track down the killer of her daughter a decade ago.
The Bare Bones MC Box Set
Books 1–6 of THE BARE BONES MC series
https://www.amazon.com/Bare-Bones-Box-Set-Volumes-ebook/dp/B01NCEFHFS
Binge read the entire series of bestselling MC novels.
This collection includes the first six books from THE BARE BONES MC series. Daring readers will encounter themes of abuse, dubious consent, BDSM, drug running, and violence. No cliffhangers, and HEAs all around for everyone.
A Dangerous Reality
The Bent Zealots MC Book 1
https://www.amazon.com/Dangerous-Reality-Bent-Zealots-Book-ebook/dp/B00S4BZHZU/
Keep your lovers close—and your enemies in bed.
TURK: My club sent me to track him down. And when my mission was over, I never wanted another one again. When I found him, I kicked the crap out of Havelock Singer. I issued the mightiest beatdown of all time. Problem is, we’re evenly matched. We’re equals in every way, and when we finished whaling on each other, exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms. LOCK: When that kingpin Carmine Rojas got a load of my beautiful stallion Turk Blackburn, he’d stop at nothing to have him—and Rojas gets what he wants. It’s my fault we’re in this situation. I should’ve kicked Turk’s ass and sent him packing back to The Bare Bones. I wasn’t even close to being ready to come out, but now they’re forcing my hand.
A Gorgeous Mess
The Bent Zealots MC Book 2
https://www.amazon.com/Gorgeous-biker-erotic-romance-Zealots-ebook/dp/B00U0WHQOQ
ANSON: I was just a mercenary back from fighting the good fight overseas. I was on a quest for my father, my roots, looking for answers. Turk Blackburn, Bent Zealots MC Prez, ordered me on a fresh operation to prove myself, my guts, my valor. Infiltrate the Navajo Rez and find out who is claiming the Zealots’ turf, using kids to cook drugs.
A Lone Stranger
The Bent Zealots MC Book 3
https://www.amazon.com/Stranger-biker-erotic-romance-Zealots-ebook/dp/B016HGZSKW/
Ride on. Ride on.
HARTE: After a world-changing run-in with the guy I thought was my father, I went on the road to find myself. I patched over to The Bent Zealots MC, an out-and-proud club on the Colorado River. A cock virgin, I raced to experience all I could, eagerly sniffing every nook and cranny, a whole new existence offered up by Grindr. But when Ormond Tangier was assaulted by a rival club, I quickly got down to brass tacks, to show my new brothers I was all business.
A Wild Wicked Weekend
The Bent Zealots MC Book 4
https://www.amazon.com/Wild-Wicked-Weekend-Bent-Zealots-ebook/dp/B01IRQ7P7O/
HAVEN: At forty-five, I was a washed-up racecar driver, a Daddy Dom who had searched the world over for his power bottom, his submissive. Fuck, I was still a Prospect for the Bent Zealots MC. That’s how I came to be in the clubhouse while most of them were raising hell at a Vegas rally. Word came there was a stiff down on the Rez, and the Zealots were getting blamed for it. My mission included a clownish reject from a rival club name of Mike Drop, and a mysterious half-breed who would change my life forever.
A Cuddly Toy
The Bent Zealots MC Book 5
https://www.amazon.com/Cuddly-biker-erotic-romance-Zealots-ebook/dp/B079KTZWHF
He Depends on the Kindness of Strangers.
FREMONT: As a mining geologist, I scouted out uranium on the rez. My boss was an unstable tyrant who would tolerate no deviance from his sociopathic plan. I found uranium, all right—making the Navajo hogans glow, their corn shine green from space, their cattle keel over, twisted and deranged.
A Mutual Friend
The Bent Zealots MC 6
https://www.amazon.com/Mutual-Friend-paranormal-romance-Zealots-ebook/dp/B07NKF1JKJ/
Courageous lives forever.
King: I’m just a mild-mannered truck driver trying to do right and make it through each day. When my rig was held up by neo-Nazi thugs, they stole a shipment intended for the Bent Zealots MC. I need to make it right by the bikers.
During a rumble at the clubhouse, I found myself brutally dry-humping a dark, smoky biker. Appalled by my behavior, I slunk off with the racists, squatting in an empty office building. Talk about hitting rock bottom.
Anton: Stinging from the most savage breakup of my life, I took to the road in my new occupation: demonol
ogist. The Zealots have just the job for me—figuring out what the fuck is eating Barclay Samples, a Prospect who’s been slicing and dicing small animals to drink their healing blood.
I found a new partner in my quest to exorcise Barclay’s demon—the studly trucker who manhandled me in the brawl. Our attraction is one for the ages, made in heaven. We can bring each other out of our shells in the accepting environment of the gay MC, but the dark forces of the white power men and the devil controlling poor Barclay have taken the upper hand.
Through a Glass, Darkly
Assassins of Youth MC Book 1
https://www.amazon.com/Through-Glass-Darkly-Assassins-Youth-ebook/dp/B019D8U67Q/
MAHALIA
I didn’t want to be born. Something went wrong along the way, and I’ve been unsure about my purpose on this earth ever since. If I was hit by a car, if I fell off a cliff, would anyone care? Living in Cornucopia with my sister wives under the watchful eye of our husband, Allred Lee Chiles, has turned me into a robot, unable to feel or think for myself. I’ve been looking through a cloudy glass, not trusting myself or others.
A Leap in the Dark
Assassins of Youth MC Book 2
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01CMWJXYW
Kiss slowly. Play hard.
OAKLYN
