by Ruby Dixon
And my sister’s still missing. The Eighty-Eight have her, and if they find out she’s the little sis of one of the Butcher presidents? It’s going to be ugly.
I burst into stupid, hormonal tears. “I d-didn’t wuh-wuh wing them,” I wail, and bury my face against Solo’s jacket. “I killed them!”
“It’s okay, babe,” Solo says, and his hand strokes my hair. He presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“I was just going to shoot them in the arms like you said,” I sob. “I missed.”
Epic pauses nearby. “Dude, is she crying because she’s a shitty shot? She did better than me. Got this one square in the chest.” He nudges one guy with his boot. “That’s fuckin’ badass that she took them down before we even got here. I didn’t even have to pull out Maria.” He pats his shotgun.
I don’t feel like a badass, though. I feel like a horrible person and an idiot.
“Where’s Becka?” Gem snarls as they hogtie the two remaining Hard Niners. Those guys are going to have a shit evening ahead of them if they know anything, because Gem is not afraid to torture.
“They gave her to the Eighty-Eight,” I say, and I can’t stop crying, no matter how much Solo soothes and comforts me. I am an emotional wreck at the moment. “Before I got here. I fucked up. I--”
“It’s fine,” Solo says.
“I killed those guys,” I choke out.
“No one saw anything,” Muscle says flatly. “We’ll hide the evidence and don’t you worry none about witnesses.”
At his side, one of the hog-tied Niners cusses under his breath. He knows he’s a dead man walking.
“You did fine, Lucky,” Gem says, and comes over and squeezes my shoulder. “Just as good as any other Butcher, I promise.”
For some reason, my terse, emotionally vacant brother somehow seems to know what to say to calm me down. Just as good as any other Butcher. It’s all I ever wanted to be, really. And that relieves me. They’re going to fix things because they’d do it for any other Butcher, not because I’m a girl.
“I’m guessing most other Butchers wouldn’t snivel as much,” Epic says, because he never knows when to shut up.
“You’re about to eat a fist,” Solo warns him. “She’s crying because she’s emotional. It’s her first kill.”
Baby’s first kill. Aww. I should have their shoes bronzed. The idea strikes me as utterly ludicrous and I begin to giggle wildly against Solo’s chest.
“Emotional, huh?” Epic says, clearly skeptical. “She sounds fucking looney tunes to me.”
“Why, because I’m a girl?” I say, snarling at him.
He backs away like I’m rabid, eyes wide. “Uh, no, because you’re acting crazy.”
“Emotions,” Solo says again, but the pat on my back is awkward. Great, now I’m worrying even him. I giggle again, because he really has no idea what’s going on with me, does he?
“I’m not emotional,” I tell them. “I’m pregnant.”
Chapter Seven
Lucky
In retrospect, post-shootout is probably not the best time to tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant with his child.
I ponder this later in bed, an empty pint of ice cream on the nightstand, and Solo’s ear pressed to my stomach, an expression of utter contentment on his face as I play with his hair. I probably wear the same expression, despite everything that’s happened today and my worry over Handlebar, Crash, and Becka most of all.
After the incident in the warehouse, Muscle and Gem took charge. Solo took me home, assuring me that they’d do the same for any other Butcher who’d been kidnapped and just killed two people. I wasn’t getting special treatment because I was a girl. That, he promised.
But then he held me in the shower while I cried. That, he said, was for Penny. And then he ate my pussy for what felt like hours. Again, all for Penny.
I napped in bed post pussy-eating as Solo stroked my cheek and made phone call after phone call, trying to find out more information on the Becka situation. Handlebar’s jacket had also been reclaimed. Other clubs were checking in, and the news wasn’t good. Seemed club members had been disappearing from all over the place, and a few ladies, too. Epic and Lock have been sent to visit the Hellfire Riders out west to get some intel.
They’ll let us know as soon as something else comes in, Gem promises Solo, and then the phone calls are done for a bit. When I wake up, Solo gives me ice cream -- he knows my cravings well -- and lays his head on my flat stomach.
“A baby,” he murmurs wonderingly. “Why didn’t you say something?”
I bite my lip. “I wasn’t sure if you were interested in being a parent. Or if I was going to keep it.”
His expression goes carefully neutral. “It’s your body. What do you want to do?”
“I want to keep it,” I say, and tears brim over again. “I’m sorry.”
His smile goes from ear to ear and he presses kisses to my stomach. “Don’t be sorry. Never sorry. This is our child.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Mind? I helped you make it.” His finger circles my belly button.
“I wasn’t sure about the timing.”
“When is timing ever perfect? So we weren’t expecting it. So what? We’ll take it and we’ll raise it to be the best little Butcher we can.”
“And how’s his mom going to be a Butcher with a big baby belly hanging out of her clothing?”
His hand moves up to cup my breast, and he sits up and gives me a long look. “The same way she manages to be a Butcher right now with long hair and an amazing rack and a gorgeous smile. She owns it and doesn’t let anyone give her shit.”
He makes it sound so easy. Maybe it is easy. Maybe as long as I don’t give a crap, no one else will, either. I’m the first girl Butcher. I might as well be the first Mommy Butcher, too. He’s right about owning who I am, though. I learned that earlier today. I play with his hair a bit more. “I...might have shot one of the Street Kings in the arm for non-payment.”
It’s silent.
“I know I got him in the arm,” I add.
Still silent.
“I...might have threatened his nuts,” I also add.
Solo chuckles. “Well, that explains why they showed up at the gym with flowers and a wad of cash and hightailed it out before anyone could ask questions.”
I grin. “So they did show up.”
“Oh yeah,” he says. “Right before I saw your text about the Nine. We were already staking out the strip mall, but that nearly made my heart stop.” His fingers move to my jaw and he tips my head toward him. “Don’t pull that shit again. Butchers ride with a partner, remember? You left yours in the dust.”
“I won’t do it again,” I promise. And I won’t. “I shouldn’t have hid things from you. I just wasn’t thinking clearly.”
He pats my stomach. “Baby hormones, right?”
“And just worrying about everything,” I admit. “Baby, Butchers, you and me...”
“Never worry about me, Lucky,” Solo says, and leans in to give me a tender kiss. “Never. I love you. You’re my ride partner for now and forever. I don’t care if you get pregnant with one baby or one hundred.”
“Can we skip the one hundred?” I tease, but the number makes me think of the Eighty-Eight. And then it makes me think of Becka. “Do you think we’ll get her back?” I ask Solo softly.
“Absolutely. Lock and Epic are on it. They’re heading in to talk to the Hellfire Riders about this fight club that someone mentioned. They think whoever took Becka is connected with it, and those two won’t rest until they get her home. I promise.”
I nod. Lock’s easygoing and quiet, but he’s lethal when angry. And Epic is a badass in the boxing ring. It’s one of the reasons he was patched so quickly....and one reason why he’s so arrogant. They’re both good fighters. If anyone can infiltrate a fight club, I suppose it’s them.
I only hope Becka will come back in one piece.
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Ice Planet Barbarians
You’d think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me. And you’d be wrong. Because now, the aliens are having ship trouble, and they’ve left their cargo of human women – including me – on an ice planet.
And the only native inhabitant I’ve met? He’s big, horned, blue, and really, really has a thing for me…
ICE PLANET BARBARIANS is a six-part serial (like a TV show). The entire storyline is now available for FREE with Kindle Unlimited, or you can download the full story as a bundle for $3.99.
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Keep reading for an excerpt from Part 1: Stolen. Available now!
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Pretty sure I’m dreaming.
Maybe that’s all this is. One big, bad dream. I’ve just been stuck in the bad part of my head for a while, and now I’m getting to the wet part of the dream. Because I’m pretty sure I’m naked, and there’s a mouth between my legs, licking me like there’s no tomorrow.
I moan softly, because this? This is a much better dream than that spaceship crap.
Something slick with hard, nubbed bumps runs up and down my pussy. A mouth, a tongue. It glides through my folds, and I press a hand to my forehead because it feels so good. A flash of pain shoots up my wrist, but it’s quickly buried under another round of pleasure. Soft rumbling sounds come from nearby, almost like language, except I can’t understand a word of it. This guy is eating my pussy like a champ.
His head lifts, and he nuzzles at my bush, mumbling something again. My hands go to push his head back down to where I want it.
Except I encounter horns.
I jerk awake, realizing it’s not a dream. None of this is. I look down at my body in shock. I’m naked. I’m naked, and there’s some guy with a pair of massive curled horns rising from his head between my legs. As I watch, his tongue drags over my pussy again.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. I push at his head, trying to shove him away. This is not normal. This is not normal.
He looks up at me, and as he does, I gasp.
He’s not human. I mean, I knew that with the horns and all, but looking at his face, I can tell he’s really not human. Horns rise from his hairline and curl around his scalp like a spiky, lethal helmet. He’s blue, for one thing. Well, bluish-gray with a black mane of hair that reminds me of a lion’s mane. His brows are heavy, heavier than any human brow I’ve seen, his face rugged like it’s carved from stone. Going straight down his forehead to the tip of his nose is a striated pattern of ridges of some kind, his bluish-gray skin slightly darker there.
And his eyes are a glowing shade of blue that I’ve never seen. Blue like Caribbean waters but completely without pupils of any kind. And they’re glowing as if from within.
A small whimper escapes my throat as he rises up over me. I see the shaggy white furs covering his shoulders, and I realize I saw them from hanging upside down. It wasn’t a monster come to eat me. It was this monster.
Who’s come to eat me out.
It strikes me as incredibly ludicrous, and I want to laugh, but I’m too terrified. “What are you going to do with me?” I ask softly, my eyes wide. The refrain of please don’t kill me please don’t kill me echoes through my head.
He says something and runs a hand down my stomach. Then those weird glowing eyes break my gaze and his head dips.
And he begins to lick me again. Long, slow, delicious licks right down the slick folds of my pussy.
I can’t help it. I start to giggle. It’s ticklish and it makes me squirm and I should be screaming no, help, rape and instead, I have the giggles. Because he doesn’t want to eat me. He just . . . wants to lick my pussy. I’ve dated guys that I haven’t been able to convince to go down on me, and this one’s doing it as a greeting.
Laughter sweeps through me, relieved and absurd all at the same time. I might be a bit hysterical. It somehow doesn’t matter. I’m not going to die yet, and a strange guy with horns is determined to give me oral pleasure. It’s just that . . . out of all the worst-case scenarios I’ve come up with since being abducted by aliens, being licked until I come isn’t anywhere on the list.
And he’s really, really good at licking.
Something ridged and slightly knobbed slicks against the entrance of my core, and I realize he’s got a texture on his tongue. And it feels incredible. And even though my every instinct is telling me to find my clothes and get the hell outta Dodge, I don’t move. I’m barely even breathing.
When one big hand pushes on my thigh, urging me to spread my legs wider, I do so. I’ll get up and protest in just a minute.
Just.
A.
Minute.
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Installments
Ice Planet Barbarians begins releasing March 6th with Part 1 & Part 2, with a new installment every Friday until April 3rd. Want to read it all at once? You can pre-order the complete series for $3.99.
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Novellas
His Wild Desire by Ella Goode
Off Limits by Ruby Dixon
Wanting It All by Kati Wilde
Her Secret Pleasure by Ella Goode
Packing Double by Ruby Dixon
Taking It All by Kati Wilde
Their Private Need by Ella Goode
Double Trouble by Ruby Dixon
Having It All by Kati Wilde
Their Fierce Love by Ella Goode
Betting It All by Kati Wilde
Double Down by Ruby Dixon
Their Lasting Claim by Ella Goode
Risking It All by Kati Wilde
Double or Nothing by Ruby Dixon
Burning It All by Kati Wilde
His Mad Passion by Ella Goode
Slow Ride by Ruby Dixon
His Bold Heart by Ella Goode (Coming Next)
Box Sets
In the small town of Fortune, the Death Lords rule the roads. Come along for the ride.
THE DEATH LORDS, VOL. 1-3 by Ella Goode
(His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need)
THE DEATH LORDS, VOL. 4-6 by Ella Goode
(Their Fierce Love, Their Lasting Claim, His Mad Passion)
Meet the dominant, sexy Bedlam Butchers and the women who risk everything to take these dangerous men on…
THE BEDLAM BUTCHERS, VOL. 1-3 by Ruby Dixon
(Off Limits, Packing Double, Double Trouble)
THE BEDLAM BUTCHERS, VOL. 4-6 by Ruby Dixon
(Double Down, Double or Nothing, Slow Ride)
The
deadly members of the Hellfire Riders will cross any line for the women they love…
THE HELLFIRE RIDERS, VOL. 1-3 by Kati Wilde
(Wanting It All, Taking It All, Having It All)
THE HELLFIRE RIDERS, VOL. 4-6 by Kati Wilde
(Betting It All, Risking It All, Burning It All)
The Motorcycle Clubs Series
Series Checklist
Death Lords by Ella Goode, Bedlam Butchers by Ruby Dixon, Hellfire Riders by Kati Wilde
HIS WILD DESIRE (Death Lords #1)
OFF LIMITS (Bedlam Butchers #1)
WANTING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #1)
HER SECRET PLEASURE (Death Lords #2)
PACKING DOUBLE (Bedlam Butchers #2)
TAKING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #2)
THEIR PRIVATE NEED (Death Lords #3)
DOUBLE TROUBLE (Bedlam Butchers #3)
HAVING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #3)
THEIR FIERCE LOVE (Death Lords #4)
BETTING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #4)
DOUBLE DOWN (Bedlam Butchers #4)
THEIR LASTING CLAIM (Death Lords #5)
RISKING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #5)
DOUBLE OR NOTHING (Bedlam Butchers #5)
BURNING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #6)
HIS MAD PASSION (Death Lords #6)
SLOW RIDE (Bedlam Butchers #6)
HIS BOLD HEART (Death Lords #7)
CAPTIVE RIDE (Death Lords #8)
BREAKING IT ALL (Hellfire Riders #7)
DOUBLE DARE YOU (Bedlam Butchers #7)
More titles to be announced!
Reading Order
Our novellas share a world, so we number the entire series to make it easier for readers to keep track of which ones they’ve read — the numbering system can be used as a checklist. We also number the books in the individual clubs (the Death Lords #1-4, for example) just in case anyone wants to read all the novellas in one club’s series before the others, it’s easier to keep track of those books.
