by Chiah Wilder
Clearing his throat, the officiant said, “We’re not quite at that part yet.”
Raven pulled away, but Muerto tugged her back into him. “If my woman wants to kiss me, then she can fuckin’ do it anytime she wants.” Hoots and whistles filled the small room.
After they kissed deeply, Muerto nodded to the justice of the peace. “Go on.”
When they were pronounced husband and wife, the brothers, who were able to come to Vegas for the wedding, stomped their boots, pounded against the wooden pews, and yelled out. The group of twelve people made as much noise as a crowd of a hundred. Raven beamed at her dad, and her heart lurched when she saw tears in his eyes.
“I want to give my dad a hug,” she whispered to Muerto. She went over to her dad and held him tightly. “Thanks for being the best pops ever,” she said in his ear.
“You don’t know how wonderful my life is because you’re in it. You make me proud. I love you.” His voice hitched.
“Me too.” She kissed his cheek.
“Now go to your husband.” He gently pushed her away.
She jumped on the back of the Harley and they rode out of the chapel. When Muerto helped her off, he hooked his arm around her waist. “You look so fuckin’ sexy in your leather dress. I can’t wait to peel it off you. I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too. And you’re way too handsome right now.”
“Is there any damn whiskey around here?” Army asked as he came out of the chapel.
“And I’m wearing a leather thong,” she breathed in Muerto’s ear before she turned to Army. She giggled when she heard Muerto groan, his fingers digging into her hips. “Army, the reception is in the room to the left. We have cake and booze. We’re taking everyone out to dinner later.”
* * *
After a night full of food, drink, and laughter, Raven rested her head on Muerto’s shoulder as they walked down the hallway to their room. “What an awesome day,” she murmured.
“It fuckin’ ruled.” He slipped the key card in the door. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights of the Strip reflected on the plush carpet of their honeymoon suite. Muerto picked up the bottle of champagne from the bucket and popped the cork.
“How did that get here?” she asked as she accepted the glass he gave her.
“I called ahead and said I wanted it chilled when we got to the room.” They clinked their glasses together. The bubbles made her giggle. His arm looped around her, drawing her back against his hard chest. He nuzzled her neck, nipping the soft flesh. “I’ve had a fuckin’ hard-on since I saw you at the chapel.”
As he continued lavishing kisses on her neck and shoulder, she rubbed her butt against his hardness. When he cupped her breasts with his hands, a deep moan vibrated against her throat. She reached back and rested her hands on his firm buttocks, her neck cradled against him. He dipped his head down and crushed his lips on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.
“You’re the sweetest thing,” he rasped against her lips.
“I love you so much. I can’t believe you’re all mine,” she breathed.
“Believe it, babe. We’re each other’s for life.” He pushed her forward slightly and began to untie the leather straps of her dress. “And it’s pretty damn amazing.”
“It’s the best.” She whirled around and took his face between her hands and kissed him. Gripping his hand, she led her husband to the bedroom. And as he slowly undressed her, her body tingling with every brush of his fingers, lips, and tongue, she lost herself in his love.
He’d come into her life when she wasn’t expecting love. He consumed and devoured her in the most delicious and loving way.
Yeah…it is pretty damn amazing.
He eased her down on the bed and hovered over her. Their life together was just beginning.
And she knew it’d be a long, exciting ride.
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Notes from Chiah
As always, I have a team behind me making sure I shine and continue on my writing journey. It is their support, encouragement, and dedication that pushes me further in my writing journey. And then, it is my wonderful readers who have supported me, laughed, cried, and understood how these outlaw men live and love in their dark and gritty world. Without you—the readers—an author’s words are just letters on a page. The emotions you take away from the words breathe life into the story.
Thank you to my amazing Personal Assistant Amanda Faulkner. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I value your suggestions and opinions, and my world is so much saner with you in it. You keep the non-writing part of my indie publishing world running smoothly. I so appreciate it. You are always ready to jump in and fix everything when I’m pulling my hair out. You are so cheerful, and when I hear your bubbling voice, it instantly uplifts me. So happy YOU are on my team!
Thank you to my editor, Kristin, for all your insightful edits, excitement with my new series, Night Rebels MC, and encouragement during the writing and editing process. I truly value your editorial eyes and suggestions as well as the time you spend. You’re the best!
Thank you to my wonderful beta readers, Kolleen, Jessica, Paula, and Barbara. Your enthusiasm and suggestions for MUERTO: Night Rebels MC were spot on and helped me to put out a stronger, cleaner novel. Your insight and attention to detail were awesome.
Thank you to the bloggers for your support in reading my book, sharing it, reviewing it, and getting my name out there. I so appreciate all your efforts. You all are so invaluable. I hope you know that. Without you, the indie author would be lost.
Thank you ARC readers you have helped make all my books so much stronger. I appreciate the effort and time you put in to reading, reviewing, and getting the word out about the books. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I feel so lucky to have you behind me.
Thank you to my Street Team. Thanks for your input, your support, and your hard work. I appreciate you more than you know. A HUGE hug to all of you!
Thank you to Carrie from Cheeky Covers. You are amazing! I can always count on you. You are the calm to my storm. You totally rock, and I love your artistic vision.
Thank you to my proofreader, Daryl, whose last set of eyes before the last once over I do, is invaluable. I appreciate the time and attention to detail you always give to my books. You ALWAYS deliver, and I love that I can count on you.
Thank you to Ena and Amanda with Enticing Journeys Promotions who have helped garner attention for and visibility to the Night Rebels MC series. Couldn’t do it without you! Also a big thank you to Book Club Gone Wrong Blog who is hosting and promoting MUERTO. Totally indebted to you.
Thank you to the readers who continue to support me and read my books. Without you, none of this would be possible. I appreciate your comments and reviews on my books, and I’m dedicated to giving you the best story that I can. I’m always thrilled when you enjoy a book as much as I have in writing it. You definitely make the hours of typing on the computer and the frustrations that come with the territory of writing books so worth it. You make it possible for writers to write because without you reading the books, we wouldn’t exist. Thank you, thank you! ♥
MUERTO: Night Rebels Motorcycle Club (Book 2)
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed the second book in my new Night Rebels MC series as much as I enjoyed writing Muerto and Raven’s story. This gritty and rough motorcycle club has a lot more to say, so I hope you will look for the upcoming books in the series. Romance makes life so much more colorful, and a rough, sexy bad boy makes life a whole lot more interesting.
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DIABLO
Book 3 in the Night Rebels MC Series
Coming in June, 2017
Diablo, Sergeant-At-Arms of the Night Rebels MC, doesn’t chase women the way his fellow brothers do. Women flock to the ripped, bearded, tatted biker but he pushes them away.
His past haunts him and rage burns deep inside him. The club, his Harley, and his shots of whiskey are his only focus. He doesn’t want a woman messing with his life. He doesn’t trust them.
Then he sees her. Her hazel eyes reflect sadness and regret. He’s drawn to the loneliness that fills her up—it haunts him.
She’s his employer’s daughter. He knows he should stay away from her, but he can’t. He wants to take her in his arms and protect her, but she won’t even talk to him.
Diablo’s not the type to give up. He wants her, and he’ll do everything he can to make her his.
Fallon Richardson can’t stand a man’s touch. Ever since her mother left her when she was a young girl, she’s been living in hell. Her father is the kingpin of illegal underground fighting. She tries to make herself inconspicuous so the men won’t notice her and the women won’t make fun of her, but it never works.
She hates being at the fights, but her father demands her presence.
Then she sees him across the room. His penetrating stare pulls her in no matter how hard she resists.
The tall, muscled man stirs feelings in her she has shut off for years. Her body wants him, yet, she can’t give herself to him. Men are cruel, animalistic, and not to be trusted. But the tattooed man has a softness beneath his rough exterior that speaks to her.
Then shadows from years ago emerge from the darkness. Someone is determined to leave the past buried even if it means killing her.
Can Diablo and Fallon gain each other’s trust in time for him to protect her?
This is the third book in the Night Rebels MC Romance series. This is Diablo’s story. It is a standalone. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Other Books by Chiah Wilder
Insurgent MC Series:
Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1
Jax’s Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2
Chas’s Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3
Axe’s Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 4
Banger’s Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 5
Jerry’s Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 6
Throttle’s Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 7
Rock’s Redemption: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 8
An Insurgent’s Wedding: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 9
Insurgents MC Romance Series: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Box Set (Books 1 – 4)
Night Rebels MC Series:
STEEL: Night Rebels Motorcycle Club Book 1
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