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New Release: Boots (Phoenix Skulls MC) by Jessie Cooke, MC Romance is Available Now!

Title: Boots
Series: Phoenix Skulls MC
Author: Jessie Cooke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 13, 2020

 

 
Loyalty is everything.
Neglected at home, bullied in school, Matteo “Boots” Romano had to learn too young how to take care of himself.
 
Raised in a 1% MC by a father who thought of her as little more than a commodity, Celeste Hall spent her young life plotting her escape.
 
Whether it was fate that brought them together that night, or Matteo’s resolve to see the mysterious, beautiful Celeste one more time before he left New York, neither of them might ever know. But when the two teenagers literally collide in the night, they set in motion a series of events that will take them across the United States and even into Mexico as Celeste runs from her past, her present, and an uncertain future…and Boots searches for a place where he might finally feel like he truly belongs.
 
Just as Boots starts to fall in love with the feisty young woman with eyes the color of the sea, he is forced to learn a hard truth, that loyalty might just be no more than a word in the dictionary.
 
Celeste will spend the better part of the next decade on the run, moving from one dangerous situation to the next, while Boots forges a path toward success. When he ultimately takes a fork in the road that leads him to the Westside Skulls clubhouse, he’ll finally discover the place he’s been searching for, the place where he belongs. From Westside in Fresno to the newest chapter of the Skulls in Phoenix, Boots will once again begin to carve out his own future…one that will suddenly be threatened by a web of lies, a brutal murder and the kidnapping of a young boy.
When it looks like Boots might have committed these heinous acts, will the Skulls turn their backs on one of their own? Or will they pull together and prove to Boots and the rest of the world that the U.S. Marine’s aren’t the only brotherhood who refuse to leave a man behind?

Prologue – Present Day
Boots signed for his belongings and walked out of the jail, squinting at the hot Phoenix sun as soon as he stepped outside. Once his eyes adjusted, he saw his long-haired, tattooed friend, Finn McGregor, leaning into his Harley and watching him. Finn was called “Snake” by most of the guys, and he also went by VP since he had been patched over as vice president of the Phoenix Skulls. But to Boots, at least one to one, he was just his crazy, Irish friend. They’d been through a lot together in the short year they’d known each other, and Finn’s green eyes were some of the most expressive ones that Boots had ever seen. But for the first time since he met the young, friendly Irishman, he was afraid to look into them. It had been one hell of a few weeks…the worst in Boots’ life, and that was saying a lot.
He finally stepped down toward the parking lot, reaching Snake in a few steps. Snake put his hand out and the two men clasped fists and brought it in for a quick hug. When Boots pulled back Snake said, “How bad was it?”
Boots didn’t want to talk about it, and the bruises on his face and knuckles should tell his friend all he really needed to know. If he wanted more of the story, he’d have to see the binder holding Boots’ ribs together and the spaces way in the back where there used to be teeth, before the side of his face made contact with a massive fist. None of that was the worst part, though. The worst scars Boots would carry inside of him, the way he had with everything else his entire life. “Not too,” he said. “But if anyone knows what it’s like in there, it’s you.”
Snake grinned. “Hey, I haven’t been locked up in over a year.”
Boots smiled. “Some kind of record, huh?” Boots had a rough life, but as an adult he’d avoided jail, until now. “Where’s my bike?”
“Prince is on his way to pick you up in the van. I just didn’t want to leave you waiting out here by yourself.” That made sense considering that he was the pariah of the community these days; even in the parking lot of the busiest jail in Maricopa County it surprised Boots that some of the “community” weren’t waiting for him with pitchforks and torches. What interested him the most about Snake’s “answer” to his question was that the Irishman avoided telling him where his bike had ended up.
“Okay, thanks. But where’s my bike?”
Snake grimaced and said, “What’s left of it is at the shop.”
“Fuck.” The sound of the Phoenix Skulls van pulling into the lot sent a jolt of relief through Boots’ body. He was never one to back down from a fight, but as of late he’d had more than his fair share. Just then all he wanted was to be in his own trailer, in his own shower and his own clothes and his own bed. Three weeks in county jail had been a special kind of hell…
“Dax Marshall’s old lady is here.”
Boots took his eyes off the van as Prince parked it alongside them, and looked back at Snake. “Jace asked her to come?”
Snake nodded. “He said he didn’t trust anyone else to defend you.”
Boots sighed. “You think that means he believes me?”
Snake, always the peacemaker, nodded enthusiastically. “Of course he believes you. Brother, we all know you and we know there’s no fucking way you’d ever…you know, do that.”
Snake couldn’t even bring himself to say it…what Boots was being charged with. Boots didn’t blame him; the words were ugly, the accusation even uglier. “Hey, man, we better get a move on,” Prince said. “There’s a group of about a dozen people out front with signs and bullhorns and shit. I’d lie down in back if I were you as we go by.”
Fuck. Boots wished he would wake up from this nightmare and find out that it was all just that…a horrible dream. He wished so many things, the least of which was that he’d never laid eyes on Celeste Hall…or Sadie Gray…whatever the fuck she was calling herself these days. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be a walking target, persona non grata in the first place in his life that had ever really felt like home.
“There he is!” Before Boots could even react to the loud voices, Snake and Prince had their hands on him, pushing him into the van. His first impulse was to stand his ground, and fight, no matter how tired or outnumbered he was. But there was still a part of his brain working rationally, and he knew they were right and he had to get the fuck out of there before things exploded and he ended up right back inside the cement building that loomed behind him.
He was practically shoved into the van by his brothers, and the door was slammed shut, but not before he heard the ugly accusations being hurled in his direction. He’d heard it all before he was locked up, and again while he was inside for three weeks, awaiting his bail hearing…but it never got easier. Hearing it still made him sick to his stomach and although he knew it wasn’t true, it still made him loathe himself.
Prince jumped into the driver’s seat and Boots sat on the floor of the van with his back up against the side. He covered his ears with his hands and they were a mile away in sixty seconds, but Boots didn’t uncover his ears. Even over the noise of the van’s V-8 engine and the stereo that Prince had cranked out, he could hear it…the ugly, hateful word they’d labeled him with…the word that had not only taken up residence in his head but seeped into his soul. For a few seconds he believed that he just couldn’t take it any longer. He had to make it stop. He pulled his head forward, and then slammed it back into the side of the van, and it worked for one blessed second. But then they started again…slowly, and in a whisper. Before long the single voice turned into a collection of voices, voices he recognized. They were the voices of his community, the voices of his brothers and sisters in the club, his new family. They were the voices of the very people who taught him the true meaning of love and respect and family. They were the ones that spoke up for him when he was first accused, the ones who professed to always have his back. But Boots had seen the change in them all…he’d watched as the doubt had seeped into their eyes. And now their voices were in his head, and collectively they were whispering one horrific word. In the past three weeks he’d even considered taking his own life, before someone else did. The only thing stopping him was his fear that when he was dead and gone, that one word would define him forever…maybe it would even be etched into his gravestone. One word, one lie he feared everyone else believed…

 

“Pedophile.”
    

 

Jessie Cooke writes hot romance novels about tough guys, bad boys, bikers, fighters and lovers and the women of strong character who tame them.

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Pre-Order/Release Blitz: Wicked Warden (Vicious Vipers 1) by Lynn Burke, MC Romance is Releasing January 14th 2020!

Title: Wicked Warden
Series: Vicious Vipers 1
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2020
He’s the only man my father can trust when the cartel attempts to take us out. A vicious motorcycle gang member, he’s deadly with his fists and firearms.
 
He’s also the bastard responsible for my mother’s death.
 
I’m the one who’ll make him pay. A too-young, too-innocent woman he lusts after but refuses to touch.
 
He might believe he’s strong enough to withstand my plans for retaliation, but I will bring him to his knees and have my revenge.
 
Even if my heart dies along with his.
“We have to go.” Dad tugged me toward the exit. “Stick to my heels—don’t look at anyone, don’t speak to anyone.”
I nodded dumbly, using my free hand to swipe tears from my cheeks in an attempt to be the strong woman he wanted. If only he’d have offered a quick hug—the thing I always longed for and never received—the fortifying sense of having firm ground to stand upon, to depend upon outside of monetary means.
“The car’s at the end of the alleyway. You’ll get in the back, lay down, and stay down until I say.”
I nodded again, knowing to never argue with Dad’s commands.
One last quick scan of my face and he turned, grasping the exit door’s handle. Dad peeked out head moving left then right. “Stay close,” he whispered, pulling the door open far enough for us to slip through.
I stepped out into the dark after him, my breath loud in my ears as cold bit at my exposed, over-heated skin. Dad’s dress shoes slapped on the sidewalk, my heels clicking as we hurried up the alleyway.
A crowd still stood at the front of the club, but Dad pushed through, people closing back in behind us as we fought to get to the car.
I kept my focus on his tense shoulders rather than scan the crowd for faces I might recognize—my guards, or his men from the compound I’d called home. Every muscle inside me trembled, shaking my limbs. The second we escaped the throng, he headed toward a tan car I didn’t recognize, his head in constant motion as he scanned the immediate area.
Dad grasped the car’s back door handle.
Pop!
“Get in!” he shouted as people began screaming behind us.
He yanked open the door, and I dove in headfirst, my heart in my throat.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…
I curled up on the cloth seat, hugging my knees to my chest, trembling from fear as much as the cold.
Another gunshot sounded, and Dad slammed the door behind me.
Please be okay… I clenched my eyelids shut.
A third shot sounded through the ringing in my ears, and I bit my lip to keep from shrieking, curling even tighter into myself. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I held my breath … waiting. Needing Dad to be okay. Needing him to get in the car and take me far away from the shit.
The driver door tore open, and a quick peek revealed Dad hopping in.
“Fuck!” He pulled away from the curb like a bat out of hell, tires squealing beneath us, and I clenched my eyes shut again, trying to still my breathing and calm the fuck down. Rather than spew a million questions and distract Dad as he muttered curses and sped down one road after another, I kept quiet except for sniffles when my nose threatened to drip.
Violence came with Dad’s line of business. I’d learned that first hand, and the aftermath of that war had left me without a mother, left my father broken and shut down toward his only living relative—me.
The only daughter.
The only heir to the fortune and empire he’d built from running drugs with a cartel I wished I didn’t know anything about.
“Shaun!” Dad barked. “Get your seat belt on. Now.”
He swerved, and a car sped alongside us as I sat up. Two men sat in the front, neither of which I recognized.
The one in the passenger seat raised a gun.
“Gun!” I shrieked, and Dad slammed on the brakes.
Lower lip between my teeth, I slid out of the shoulder strap and laid back down, curling up as tight as I could.
Dad stomped on the gas again.
Metal scraped—the car shifted.
Dad cursed low and long…
We sped up. He slammed the brakes again enough to tumble me off the seat had I not had the belt across my lap. More speed, more metal screeching—tears and snot mingled on my face, but I couldn’t be bothered to care.
I’d always thought keeping my eyes closed as a child meant no one could see me, that I hid in my own little world. Untouchable. Invincible.
I’d learned the day Mom died, the closing of one’s eyes couldn’t shield one from the horrors in life.
The car suddenly shifted—spun.
I bit my lip, tasting blood as I whimpered.
Sounds of screeching—metal smashing—a loud explosion.
Our car came to a standstill, silence engulfing the air around us.

 

© Lynn Burke 2018
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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COVER REVEAL: King of Kings (Kings MC Romance, Book 3, Standalone) by Betty Shreffler, Romantic Suspense/MC Romance is Releasing January 24, 2020

 

 

Title: King of Kings

Series: Kings MC Romance, Book 3, Standalone

Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Romantic Suspense/MC Romance

Cover Design: Pop Kitty Design

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Model: Travis

Release Date: January 24, 2020
Blurb
I told myself I didn’t want her.

Didn’t need her.

But it was all lies.

I craved her touch.

Craved the way her sweet red lips took away the pain.

Yet I knew I couldn’t have her.

Not when my enemies are determined to put a bullet in my back.

They believe the way to get to me is through her.

Coming for her will be their downfall.

As the President of the Kings MC, there’s one thing I’m known for—doing
whatever it takes to protect the ones I love.

I’ll fight until I have nothing left to give.

Until she and my family are safe.

I’m not preparing for battle.

I’m preparing to end the war.

My choices might be the death of me.

But if the scars on my body and heart have taught me anything, it’s that love
is worth the sacrifice.

 

 

Excerpt
“What do you want,
Nix? To spend the rest of your life wanting, needing but never having
happiness?”
Chugging my beer, I
stare up at her beautiful hazel-green eyes. Expression bold and challenging,
she fuels my desire for her. In the tight, dark red skirt, her creamy thighs
taunt me, antagonizing me even more than her words.
“Happiness is a
luxury I can’t have. Because of who I am, anyone I care for gets hurt.”
Straddling my legs,
she sits on my lap. My hand goes to her @ss, cupping her against me.
“I’m not asking you
to love me. I’m offering to satisfy our needs. I’m a big girl. I don’t need you
to protect my heart.”
Gaze matching hers,
my wall breaks down, diminishing into a pile of rubbish. I want this woman—want
to feel her clench around me as I f–k her hard and hear her beg for me to make
her come—but I know if I do, I’d be setting myself up for disaster.
“Don’t think, Nix.
Just live.”
Soft lips demand me
to give in. Tongue slipping between my lips, I taste her, and at that moment, I
lose all self-control. A thud sounds as my beer drops to the floor. I don’t
care if it’s pouring all over the place, I need her lips on mine. Fingers
tucked under her skirt, I raise the fabric, revealing the part of her my c*ck
aches to be inside of. Rising to my feet, I drop her legs and spin her. Hand on
her back, I bend her over and tug her lacy thong down her thighs.
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Author Bio
Betty Shreffler is a
USA Today and International Bestselling Romance Author. She writes sexy
and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and kickass heroines with twists you
don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and sexy romances with tough women and
their journeys at finding love. Betty is a mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet
and a whole lot of sense of humor. If she’s not writing or doing book events,
you can find her snuggling with her pups watching a movie, enjoying wildlife
behind the lens of a camera, hiking in the woods, or sipping wine behind a
deliciously steamy book.
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Available Now! Respectable Riot (Riot MC Series) by Karen Renee, MC Romance

 

Title: Respectable Riot

 

 

Series: Riot MC Series

 

 

Author: Karen Renee

 

 

Genre: MC Romance

 

 

Release Date: December 31, 2019

 

 

She has it all, but she still has nothing.
 
Married to a local politician, Jane Ramos-Palmer won’t put her dreams aside for her husband’s any longer. Overhearing her husband being blackmailed, Janie realizes nothing in her life is as it seems. She’s willing to ditch all she has, so she can gain everything she ever wanted. Fighting an ugly divorce, meeting and falling for Beast couldn’t happen at a worse time for Janie. Escaping her oppressive husband is her top priority, which means her infatuation with a biker must wait.
 
His world was wrenched cruelly away from him. David “Beast” Huntley’s trust has been violated, and being twice shy means he’s determined not to get involved with another woman. At least not seriously, and not any time soon. But Janie provokes something in him. His attraction to her gnaws at him, even though she’s mired in an ugly divorce with a sketchy politician. Staying away from her is in his best interest and his club’s.
 
When the president of rival MC blindsides and assaults Janie, Beast’s inner-beast is awakened. He cannot fight his attraction for her, no matter how wrong it might be.
Hypnotized by his azure eyes, it wasn’t until he smiled that I realized I was leaning into him with my hand still clenched his shirt. I tried to lean back, but he wrapped an arm around my neck and the other around my waist. “Oh no, you don’t. Not quite yet. Wanna feel your softness up against me a little longer.”
I sighed through my nose. “Nice as that sounds, it’s not a good idea.”
A roguish grin lit his face. “Good ideas are rarely as fun as the bad ones.”
“Always an answer for everything.”
“Far from it,” he said.
His head lowered, lips brushing mine then settling in as he angled my head where he wanted me. This kiss was gentler but no less passionate. My breasts swelled and my whole chest warmed because his actions told me he would be this good or better in bed. I yearned to drive my hand into his hair. That urge shook me out of the moment and I wrenched my lips free.
“Dammit!” I hissed.
He chuckled. “Gotta say, that’s a step up from ‘God damn it!’ Maybe if I kiss you three more times I’ll get your true response.”
“No,” I cried. “No more kissing!”
“Then no more drinking.”
“What?” I asked trying to break out of his hold.
“You had two drinks right? Time for you to go back to your palace.”
“My palace?”
“What it’s called. Big sign out front, babe.”
“Aren’t you observant,” I said and nearly stumbled backward because Beast finally loosened his grip against my trying to step back from him.
His hands shot to my shoulders. “Are you steady? Or did you sneak a shot in there with the wine?”
“No! I know better than that. I just didn’t expect you to finally let go of me.”
He gave me a strange look along with an eyebrow arch.

 

I steadied myself and stepped around him. “Lucky for you, I need to get to the other side of the river. I hope you have a nice evening, Beast.”
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
 
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Available Now! Get Revenge, Series: Blood Legion MC #4, Author: Rie Warren Genre: MC Romance.

Title: Get Revenge
Series: Blood Legion MC #4
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 16, 2019

 

 

 

He made sure she’d never come looking for him. She vowed to hate him until her dying breath. When they meet again sparks fly, lust ignites . . . danger doubles down.
REVENGE
I’m a bad biker dude with a serious chip on my shoulder. I’m also known for being an ex-con and most likely to be engaged in a spicy threesome with the Doublemint Twins. Everything comes to a screeching halt when a woman I betrayed shows up at Blood Legion MC.
There’s no frickin’ way Arden high and mighty Prioleau belongs anywhere near the Thunder Road Bar. There’s no frigging reason for her to be looking for me. She’s cool, calm, and cultured on the outside, all seething anger and undeniable sexiness on the inside.
Arden is a glorious redhaired vixen with one giant ask—she wants my help to take down a man I’d rather dismember than share a drink with.
ARDEN
Revenge isn’t even his real name, but he doesn’t want anyone else to know who he really is. I guess I can’t blame him. I wish I could change my identity too if only to get away from the maniac destroying my life.
Revenge is the last person on earth I’d ever expect to rely on. He’s my last chance. My final hope. And that isn’t saying all that much considering how we ended.
Now I’m not so sure what I’ve gotten myself into. Revenge is hardened and even hotter than I remembered. He’s a black sheep with a checkered past. A dark horse who’s dirty as sin.
It turns out my knight in shining armor is a leather-clad biker I’ve known most of my life and have spent the past few years hating with a fiery intensity.

 

 

As Gabriel—who now called himself Revenge—greeted folks in a friendly manner, I couldn’t deny he was gorgeous. His lips had always been perfectly masculine, sculpted in a divine way. Even now that he was more hardened, the ruggedness only served to heighten his virile appeal. The tats completed the picture of a confident man, and everything about him was new but familiar at the same time.

He tugged my hand once more, bringing my arm up to curl around his neck as his body began to move. 

Zydeco was usually fast-paced, hard-grinding music. As luck would have it, Gabriel chose to guide me out onto the crowded dance floor to a song that cast a slow burning spell. 

Drawing up to my toes, I whispered at his ear, “You’re a bad influence.”

“Something we can finally agree on.” He chuckled. 

My throat went dry as I followed his lead, letting my fingers slide from his neck to his shoulders to the mountainous bulge of his biceps.

No man had a right moving his hips the way Gabriel did. The lusty rotations conjured up fantasies of hot fiery coupling, pounding the likes of which Barnaby didn’t understand. 

His pounding involved his fists on my body at deliberately aimed places. 

With Gabriel, I let the music take me, knowing I could do nothing wrong enough to anger him in such a way he’d hurt me. 

I leaned my head back, and he grasped me closer around the waist as my breasts brushed against his hard chest. 

When his groin collided with my belly and I reared up at the thick ridge I felt butting against me, his lips hovered near my earlobe. “I think you’re the bad influence, cher.”

I was getting carried away. 

For once, I just went with it. 

The lyrics to this song were more sexual. 

Sensual even. 

The rhythm dripped down into my being like slow-melting ice in a tumbler of whiskey. 

I quickly grew hot as Gabriel twirled me this way and that, always bringing me back to the formidable cradle of his body. 

I wondered if he missed me as much as I missed him—at those darkest, loneliest times of night when I could let my fantasies run free only to startle from them to find I’d been virtually locked inside a house with a madman of my own choosing. 

No.

None of that here. 

Not right now. 

Gabriel’s irises looked like glimmering steel, and his palms scorched the flesh beneath my thin dress when they skimmed from my hips to almost settle on my ass. 

A breath skipped from my chest, the heat I remembered from so long ago swirling to all the places I thought dead—my breasts, my nipples . . . right between my thighs. 

“Damn, Arden.” 

Even his growly timbre did strange, half-remembered things to me. 

I blinked up at him. “What?”

“I need a drink to cool off, babe.” 

The sultriest of laughs left my lips, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to close this Pandora’s box now that I’d opened it again. 

He ordered from the bar as I stood to the side, observing him. 

It was unreal how easily he fit in to any crowd. 

He had always had charisma—shame he hadn’t put it to good use. 

When a very pretty woman approached him—her hips leading the way in a heavy come-on—I stiffened right up. 

Gabriel’s beard parted for a grin, and I nearly curled my nails into talons like a jealous bitch. 

He shook his head with a laugh and sauntered toward me, leaving the woman watching with drool practically running down her chin. 

I forgot about everything as soon as I polished off my drink, and Gabriel took me out on the dance floor again. We laughed, letting it all go just like we used to. 

In this world, nothing could touch us. 

Nothing could tame us or cage us. 

With a break in the music, I drew back to catch my breath and get my bearings. 

Perspiration beaded along the strong cords of Gabriel’s neck, and I fought the urge to lick the salty taste off him.

I fought the urge to walk back into his arms as another song began. 

I knew coming to Jupiter’s had been a foolish move on my part. 

I’d let myself become stupidly infatuated again, but I needed Gabriel for one specific reason.
 
Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.

She grew up in Maine, went to college in Iowa (Iowa, what?), lived in Scotland, and married in Englishman. In true roundabout fashion, they came back to the States, settled in South Carolina’s lowcountry, putting down southern roots and pursuing their arty endeavors. Tale spinner and character diviner, Rie is a lover of sleep, wine, and rude memes often involving either Disney characters or Winnie the Pooh. She is raising two teen daughters along with an entire brain full of unruly characters.
 
Rough-talking alpha men? Rie has that on tap.
Stubborn sassy heroines? You bet.
Smoldering sex scenes that’ll set your Kindle on fire? Check, check, check.
Keep a fan handy, you’ll need it.
 
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Blog Tour: Turn The Page by Kristine Dugger (Hell’s Phoenix MC Book 3) is Available Now!

 

 

Title: Turn The Page 
Author: Kristine Dugger 
Series: Hell’s Phoenix MC Book 3
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 
 
He is a Navy veteran and member of the Hell’s Phoenix MC. Smart, witty as hell, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. Tough as nails and hard to crack. But he will give you the shirt off his back in a heartbeat if it meant you would be safe and warm. That is who he is. The protector of all who crosses his path.

She is a rebellious woman trying to find her way in life. Constantly trying to make others happy while trying to live her life the way she wants it to be. She is her own person, despite what others think. She is typically misunderstood. The feisty bitch with an attitude.

What happens when an alpha male meets an alpha female?

Both walking down a destructive path, escaping their past.

Neither one of them looking for the other.

Attraction. Temptation. Force of Nature.

Will love strike? Or combust?

Turn the Page to find out!

 

 
 

 

 
 
Kristine Dugger is an upcoming contemporary romance novelist. She resides in Papillion, NE. Writing has always been a passion of hers. Kristine has a Master’s degree in Nutrition and Health Science from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She is a Dietitian by day, Writer by night, Always a Mom. Kristine has been known to be a straight up goofball. She has a dirty mind and loves to laugh. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband and two very beautiful daughters, reading, listening to music, CrossFit, and playing/watching sports.
 
Fun things about Kris….
I am a Nutrition Nerd
Played Competitive slow pitch softball for 8 years
Diehard Nebraska Cornhusker and Kansas City Royals Fan

 

 
 
 

 

Release Blitz: Chaos Kings MC Boxset by Linny Lawless, #MCRomance is Available Now!

Release Blitz 
Chaos Kings MC Series Boxset 
By Linny Lawless
Genre: MC Romance
Photographer: Lindee Robinson
Cover Model: Garrett Pentecost
Cover Design: Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design
 
Love free and ride hardcore with the Chaos Kings MC
 
 
Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B081CCFYSG
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☠ 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟙 – 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤

 

Ratchet I don’t give a damn what she’s done to survive. I will protect what’s mine and keep her safe from the Hell she escaped from. Sam The huge scruffy biker who called himself Ratchet of the Chaos Kings MC claimed me as his.
☠𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟚 – 𝔻𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤
Skully I turned on my brothers, my club – the Hell Hounds MC. Why? It’s simple. I was done and wanted out. Tanya My stomach flipped the second I saw Skully for the first time. But he was off limits. There was no way I could ever be with him. He was a Hell Hound and could never be trusted.
☠𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟛 – ℂ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤
Gunner I want to touch her, to breathe her in. But can I do that without letting her see the monster that I am? Fiona The King comes in to watch me dance at Cheetah. He’s unapproachable, unreadable but still, I sense his primal sexual energy. Almost as if he’s a panther on the prowl. ☠𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟜 – ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤 Kat I’ve had a crazy crush on Magnet ever since the moment I laid eyes on him. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, a biker who looked like a sexy pagan god! Magnet The wind gets knocked out of me when Kat shows up for the ride and I really see her for the very first time. Now she’s all I can ever think about. But when my own brothers in the club see that sexy little kitten, I realize Kat is the only woman I’ve ever wanted to claim for myself.
 


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RE-RELEASE BLITZ: Road To Desire (Dogs of Fire MC #1) by Piper Davenport, #RomanticSuspense is Available Now! *Sale price 12/1/19 only!

Title: Road To Desire
Series: Dogs of Fire MC #1
Author: Piper Davenport
Genre: MC Romance Suspense
Release Date: December 1, 2019
ON SALE DECEMBER 1 ONLY
18+ for language and sexual content!

Danielle Harris is the daughter of an overprotective police chief and has led a sheltered life. As a kindergarten teacher, she’s as far removed from the world of Harleys and bikers as you could get, but when she’s rescued by the sexy and dangerous Austin Carver, her life is changed forever.

 

Although Austin ‘Booker’ Carver is enamored by the innocent Dani, he tries to keep the police chief’s daughter at arm’s length. But when a threat is made from an unexpected source, he finds himself falling hard and fast for the only woman who can tame his wild heart.
Will Booker be able to find the source of the threat before it’s too late?
Will Dani finally give her heart to a man who’s everything she’s been warned about?

 

 

Piper Davenport is the alter-ego of New York Times Bestselling Author, Tracey Jane Jackson. She writes from a place of passion and intrigue, combining elements of romance and suspense with strong modern-day heroes and heroines.
 
She currently resides in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two kids.

 

NEW RELEASE: Burn Up (Steel Veins #2) by Jackson Kane, Contemporary Romance/MC Romance is Available Now!

Title: Burn Up
Series: Steel Veins #2
Author: Jackson Kane
Genre: Contemporary Romance/MC Romance
Release Date: November 30, 2019
 
She didn’t see what was coming.
I shouldn’t have let down my guard.
For five long years, I echoed the words honor, loyalty, and brotherhood off my prison cell walls. It’s all that’s kept me going. Now on the outside, seeing my club all twisted up, all I want is my freedom, freedom from everything—including that brotherhood.
 
Pres wants one last ride out of me then all my debts are paid.
 
Bullets, fire, a goddamned army, nothing will keep me from finishing this run! Except for the one thing I hadn’t counted on. 
A girl named Maya.
 
Burn Up, a motorcycle romance set in the Steel Veins Motorcycle Club, is filled with heat, nail-biting violence, and heart-racing adventure. Burn Up has been reedited, packaged, and is complete with NEW material.

 

He cradled my neck and cheek, and I let him guide me to where I really belonged. He aligned my curves against his rock-hard form and kissed me. Unions like ours were colliding comets, our trajectory hurtling straight toward the sun to be irrevocably consumed. Fast, unpredictable, and absolutely ruinous for us and anything in our way. It was amazingly rare and incredibly brilliant. We were doomed but gloriously so.

Jackson Kane is a professional stuntman, athlete, romance author, and above all else, a hopeless romantic. From American Ninja Warrior, to some of your favorite films, Jackson brings a unique writing style forged from countless harrowing adventures.
 
He’s a lover of travel, his fans, his romance author peers, dulce de leche, and all things beautifully weird and interesting. He invites you to relax, have a pisco sour and let him thrill and excite you in a way no other author can. Jackson will show you what the world looks like through the eyes of a genuine Bad Boy.
 

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