by Ryder Dane
Stevie looked back toward the door and was surprised he was also wiping a small trickle of blood from his mouth. She glanced toward her father, and saw that he was watching the reunion of mother and son. He was smiling in approval, with no visible signs of being in a fight.
She knew then that John and Harry had gotten into an argument, and wondered what had happened, but her place was with her man. She got up and went to him, lifted her fingers to his swollen lip and wiped the last drop of his blood that had beaded on his skin.
“I don’t suppose this had anything to do with me, did it?” She took his hand and urged him toward the bathroom so she could clean his face, and check for any other injuries. “I think we need to go home tomorrow, you keep getting hurt around here, and I expect you to be in perfect shape when I move into your lair. I have been making plans for that big tub and I also plan to ravish you in the woods.”
Life was going to be good; she’d waited long enough to start it.
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Burning Bastards MC
Big Dog
Nomads’ Fall
Coming Soon – Book Three
Lucifer’s Breed MC
Sanctuary Within the Breed
Integrity Has No Bounds
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Excerpt from Nomads’ Fall
Burning Bastards MC Book Two
By Ryder Dane
One day soon he planned to take some time off. He needed a vacation. Hell, he didn’t really need to get away, he just needed something different. Being an Enforcer for The Burning Bastards MC was as exciting as it got within the club. Until the Bastards allowed the Chiefs to patch over, he and Demon had been soldiers in the club. They’d graduated to Nomads, or as some called them Enforcers, for a few years now, they normally traveled together on club business. Lately they’d drifted, the close friendship was not like it used to be. Now instead of both men going on a run, it was one man, and it bugged the hell out of him. He loved the job when there was work to be done. Right now, the only work he needed to finish was to find Dorsey, and sooner or later he would be found. The rat bastard was sanctioned as John Doe now.
Knight had just gotten back from yet another wild goose chase. He was hunting Dorsey, and every small lead had to be checked out. By the time he’d gotten to Conaway, Arkansas, the fucker was gone. The place was crawling with military personnel, and just being around the uniformed men and women while they gassed up their vehicles at the same place he’d filled up the Triumph made him feel guilty for leaving the service after his second tour. It took a few hundred miles on the road for him to blow the guilt off. He’d done what was necessary at the time for his mental health. He was becoming a twisted sonofabitch at the time, so much so the sight of death stopped bothering him and he started taking chances that should have killed him. The turning point for him was when two newer soldiers decided if he could do the dangerous shit and live through it, they should be able to as well, after all they were twenty-two and bulletproof right? Either they hadn’t listened to their training, or they thought youth and arrogance would save them. One was a freckle faced redhead and the other was Nordic blonde. He was the one to find their bodies, at least what was left of them. He’d also killed eight men that day to make sure they never killed another American soldier. The only way for him to recover the bodies was to go through the enemy, and although it’d taken all day, luck had been riding his shoulder. The downside of that luck was he kept shooting the men he’d already killed. He ran out of bullets and used their own guns to continue riddling their bodies full of lead long after they’d bled their last drops onto the desert sand.
He’d become even more hardened after that day, nothing stopped him from killing the enemy, if they could breathe, they could cause harm, and he was all about keeping the bastards from causing harm.
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He tossed the dart, hitting the bullseye square on, and took the cash Heckle handed him. “You’re one lucky motherfucker, always hitting the pussy, even with darts eh?” The dartboard was made more interesting by the fact that someone had taken a picture of Sylvia’s naked ass bent over to show her cunt lips and asshole. They’d taken the metal cage from the original dartboard and placed it over the picture, with the high score bullseye being in the middle of the pussy shot.
Heckle was one of the coldest men Knight knew. He was also the type to gamble the dimes from a dead man’s eyes, even if he had to dig up a corpse to get them. He once bet the tranny he’d brought to the club late that night would seduce Demon into letting him suck his cock. That hadn’t gone over well. Heckle almost won that bet, until the guy saw the size of Demon’s junk and balked. He’d lost his sexy shemale voice and yelled, “Fuck no,” when Demon grabbed his head and shoved it toward his overly impressive prick. Demon almost lost his shit when he figured out he’d been romanced by a guy. He was homophobic to a fault, and Heckle was lucky to have escaped with his teeth still in his head.
The only time he didn’t bitch about seeing another man’s erect cock, was when he was sharing a snatch. He even admitted to liking the feeling of the friction of another cock massaging his between the membrane of a woman’s asshole and cunt. Slapping balls hadn’t been mentioned at the time, but he seemed to have no problems with that either. Knight was one of the few men Demon would share a woman with, and while he was sure there was more to the story, it was Demon’s business and his life. They might be best friends, but some lines didn’t get crossed, like asking your best friend if there was some kind of history.
The door opened behind him and from the look on Pinky’s face, you’d think they were being robbed. Her mouth opened to scream, and his hand went to his waistband before he turned slowly toward the doorway. Demon was standing in the doorway with blood dripping in his eye, and a woman’s bleeding body was hanging in his arms.
Knight put his .40 away and went to help. “What the hell happened?” He didn’t look at the woman, he was concerned because his buddy was swaying on his feet. He noticed Demon was bleeding from more than his head. The fucker was losing blood faster than the head wound would warrant, if the pool forming under his boot was any indication.
He took the woman into his arms and yelled for Tiny and Tarzan to get Demon down to the table. “Someone call an ambulance, he’s been shot, and it looks like he’s lost too much blood for us to deal with here.” The burden in his arms was moaning and trying to say something, but from the way she was gasping for breath, and the visible injuries, he’d bet her lungs were injured too. “Tell them there’s a female injured too, erratic breathing, sounds like she’s gurgling, so I think it’s her lungs.” He could see she was starting to go into shock, but there wasn’t much he could do for her without medical equipment, and even then, if he tried to drain or re-inflate her lungs, and that wasn’t the problem, he was opening the group to a hell of a lawsuit.
He laid her on another table and told Heckle to watch her, “Just keep her from thrashing around or moving too much, she’s in bad shape.” He needed to find out what happened. Demon was awake and coherent. He wanted a bottle of whiskey, but Knight refused. “No, buddy, the alcohol will just make the blood flow faster. Tell me what happened, and who did this.”
Excerpt from Shady
Ops Warriors MC Book Three
By Harley McRide
“They've been playing us for a while,” Fork muttered. “The corridor for smuggling is good but not that f*****g good. Why put all your eggs in a basket and hope we don’t find out s**t?”
“Dude isn’t stupid, the older Reyes, we can’t f*****g find hide nor hair of the b*****d, or his wife. Not making me feel good here,” Creed said.
“Not to point out the obvious but seriously, has anyone actually found out who Shady’s father is?” Cajun asked and everyone in the room froze.
“What do you mean?” Fork as
ked.
“Well, Reyes is for some reason all hot and bothered about Shay, and even though they are f*****g crazy, none of this makes much sense. They want her for something other than what we are seeing,” Cajun said slowly. “That is the only thing that she has never talked about. Does she know?”
Creed was silent and thought for a few seconds, “She has never mentioned it.”
“We will go and talk to her. Before all this s**hit hits the fan, we need to know what is going on. Now, they said you have a plan for Lola?” Slider said.
“Yeah, tomorrow she is supposed to be getting her hair done,” Creed snorted.
“Maybe she will be able to share some information about what is behind all this,” Cajun said.
“Yeah, but we need to be ready if Reyes discovers we have Lola, he may move s**t up, so we need to be prepared. There is little contact with him, so it may not be noticed for a while that Lola is gone. The men at the house ignore her, this could work in our benefit if we can maybe get the Savages to help us, give them false information or something,” Fork added.
“I’ll call Tonto,” Creed said and turned then paused and looked over his shoulder. “You two get things sorted with Shay?”
Cajun snorted and shook his head. “Well, depends on how you look at it. We told her the way it was gonna be. She wasn’t real receptive.”
Creed grinned. “Receptive?”
“In other words, they got shot down,” Poke laughed.
“You could look at it that way.” Cajun laughed and then smiled. “Or you could look at it like she is trying to make us work for it. That is what I am going with. We plan to make sure tonight she understands what it means when we say we are claiming her.”
The men laughed and Fork shook his head. “Please, for the love of God, do not piss her off.”
Slider laughed, “That is the best part of Shay, when she is pissed. Angry sex is fun sex.”
“Yeah, tell me that in the morning when she decides to show you her new move she has been researching,” Fork said dryly. “Didn’t understand why she asked me about it a few months ago, now I do. Forgot it until I had to borrow her computer today. Pulled up her browser and damned if she wasn’t making sure she knew how to hurt a guy.”
“What are you talking about?” Slider frowned.
“Take a look, we all did. Trust me, you will sleep with one eye open,” Creed said and shivered. “Gonna make sure she hasn’t shown Harmony how to f*****g do it or I am sleeping with a f*****g c**k cup on.”
Slider frowned and went to Shady’s computer and opened up the browser. Cajun was standing behind him and both men sucked in their breaths when they saw what the f**k she was looking up.
“No f*****g way!” Slider whispered, his face turning a little pale. Cajun burst out laughing and then leaned over and scrolled down her browsing history.
“Damn, man,” Cajun chuckled. “We may need to have a talk with her about appropriate releases of anger.”
“You think?” Slider yelled.
Excerpt from Seducing Wrath
Raining Chaos Book Two
By Lynne St. James
“I’ll be waiting.”
“You’d damn well better be,” I answered with a low growl. For some reason the ladies loved my growl. I swatted her butt as I walked by and she flipped me off. Damn, she was cute. I really would be sorry to see her go.
A cloud of steam followed me out of the bathroom and I felt a hell of a lot better now that I was clean again. Between sweating like a f***** pig on stage and f****** Blue, I was gross, and the cold rain was the icing on the freakin’ cake.
I walked right past Blue, not even seeing her at first. When I couldn’t find her anywhere, I walked back into the bedroom. She was out cold and curled up in a ball on the bed. Cute as she looked, I was horny and I wanted her. F***. Again…I had to tell myself I wasn’t a heartless prick, but I sure as hell wanted to be.
Wandering into the suite’s living room, I grabbed the bottle of scotch and a plate of food. My stomach grumbled. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d eaten. After cleaning the plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some good southern biscuits and gravy, I felt better. My stomach was satisfied but my hunger for Blue was still burning bright.
Grabbing the scotch and a glass of ice, I figured maybe if I turned on the TV in the bedroom she’d wake up. Okay, so maybe I am a selfish prick, but she’s a groupie and I knew she wanted me so what’s the big deal? There’s plenty of time to f***** sleep when we’re dead.
I turned the lights off, the TV on, and slid under the covers. Clicking through the stations I couldn’t find a damn thing I wanted to watch. Having five million channels didn’t matter if it all f***** sucked. I settled on CNN since there wasn’t jack else and I turned up the volume hoping to disturb Princess Blue’s sleep.
I didn’t expect to see us all on TV. F***. Seriously, dude. There have to be freakin’ spies everywhere. The talking head was reporting that we’d finished our shows in Virginia with a special guest appearance by Preston Mitchell from The Hurricanes. I was waiting to hear if they’d caught wind of anything else but so far so good. I glanced at the clock as I yawned. F***, it’s four a.m. already?
“Hey, baby…”
I swallowed my cheer when I heard her voice. Hell yeah. “Feel better now?”
“Yeah. Sorry I passed out on you. It was just so warm and cozy.”
“No worries.” Nice one, dickwad. “Did you get enough to eat?”
“Oh yeah, plenty. Thank you.” She stretched and the robe spread open. Seeing those gorgeous tits made my mouth water.
“Blue, you’re so f***** hot.”
Noticing the direction of my stare, she lowered her eyes and for the first time I saw her blush. It started at her chest and slowly flooded her face with color. I’d never f***** seen anything like it.
“Guess you’re wide awake, huh?” She grinned and winked at me.
Smart girl, she knew what I wanted, what we both wanted, right? She’s a groupie for f***'s sake. “Shit yeah. I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. It’s our last day, figured you’d want some more memories to take back home.”
She looked startled and I wondered what I’d said wrong.
“Are you kicking me to the curb?”
“I just…well um, f***. All the others left already. I figured when we headed out, you’d go back home—wherever the hell that is.”
“Home’s near Philly but I’m not going back. I’m staying with you. Unless you don’t want me?”
“F*** yeah,” I said pointing to my raging hard-on. “But don’t you have a life to get back to?”
I watched the emotions slide across her face as she rubbed the blue stone she wore around her neck. What the f***?
“Nah, I’m between shit right now, and I figured I’d see the country this way. I haven’t gotten around much.”
Something about what she said didn’t seem right, but when she reached for my cock, I stopped worrying about it. There’d be time later.
Excerpt from Taking the Lead
Surviving the Dream Book Three
By Whiskey Starr
“Uncle Mickey! You’re here. Uncle Hunter is grounded and can’t play games with me before dinner and Uncle Booker is talking with daddy about something,” Milo squealed.
“What about mommy, little man?”
“In the kitchen with Aunt Shelly, Mommy is complaining about no coffee. I don’t know what she had; it smells gross and tastes bad. So will ya?” He practically bounced up and down with excitement.
“Sure, let me put this away and talk to daddy and mommy for a minute then I can. How about you play a practice round and then we can play, okay?”
“Awesome,” and like that he raced down the hall to the game room. Mickey went into the kitchen to find Sky in tears and Shelly consoling her.
“Ladies, oh, Sky honey, what’s wrong. Did your big old husband mess up and you decide to come to me now?” he joked. Sky’s eyes looked
up at him and he couldn’t resist but bring her into a hug.
“It’s nothing, damn hormones. But the doctor said my blood pressure was rising and I need to try to stay calm or I’m gonna be put on bed rest. I told him that’s not possible with Milo, and you guys, but he didn’t listen. Said the band wasn’t as important.” She sniffled again.
“Listen, Sky, I’m not an expert, but I think the doctor knows what he is talking about. Maybe we should hire someone to come help around the house until the babies are born,” offered Shelly.
“Yeah, I could look into that, but who would do that?”
“We can find a company, don’t worry,” Shelly chimed in.
“Here are the pies and some éclairs. Oh and Gabby said something about yoga being good for stress,” Mickey stated.
“How is Gabby?” Suddenly the weeping Sky was perking up.
“Good, I guess.”
“Really, then why are you blushing?” Shelly pressed. “Oh my, she said something to you, didn’t she? You totally like her, I knew it!”
“Not like that, well, she did say something, you know.”
“What, she wants you just for sex or something?” Sky joked, and suddenly he had to turn around and look elsewhere.
“Oh my God, she does. She totally wants you to rock her world but that’s it. Hell that should be a good thing, Mickey,” Shelly said sweetly, but Sky was still laughing.
“What’s so funny?” The other guys came into kitchen.
“Nothing” he grumbled.
“Oh wait until you hear this,” Sky blurted.
“I’m gonna go play with Milo.” With that, he left the room just as everyone burst out laughing. He wasn’t going to live that down. But suddenly her number on the tiny piece of paper felt like a ten-pound weight in his pocket now. No matter what, he couldn’t start anything with her. Nope, he wasn’t. Heading into the game room, he sat down on his normal seat and grabbed a controller waiting for his turn.
