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New Release: “Toxic” Series: Thanatos MC #1, By Author: Cole Lepley, Genre: New Adult/MC Romance, #AvailableNow ~ @cole_lepley @Givemebookspr

 

 
 
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Title: Toxic
Series: Thanatos MC #1
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult/MC Romance

Release Date: February 16, 2021
 
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Sloan Prescott is done with bad boys and bad choices. When she moves to Arizona, she’s looking for a fresh start, far away from her drug dealing ex and all the complications that went with him. She doesn’t have the stomach for a life of uncertainty. 

 

 
Flynn Davis is the President of the Thanatos Motorcycle Club, one of the most feared and revered organizations in Arizona. As such, he’s used to getting what he wants from whoever he wants whenever he wants. 
 
When Flynn and Sloan have a chance encounter in a coffee shop, sparks fly. Sloan wants nothing to do with the arrogant man who screams trouble and reminds her of the past. But Flynn loves nothing better than a challenge, and Sloan just threw down the gauntlet.
 
 
 
 
 
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Cole Lepley is a contemporary romance author of bad-ass alpha heroes, a whole lot of drama, and happy endings. She writes realistic relationships that you can’t help but fall in love with.
 
 
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Sale Blitz: “Riggs” Series: Kings of Retribution MC Louisiana #1, By Authors: Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniels, Genre: MC Romance, #AvailableNow ~ @CrystalandSandy @GiveMeBooksPR

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Title: Riggs
Series: Kings of Retribution MC Louisiana #1
Authors: Sandy Alvarez & Crystal Daniels
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 16, 2019
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Abel LeBlanc, better known to his brothers as Riggs—President for The Kings of Retribution MC, Louisiana Chapter. As a former Green Beret, he runs the club with the same amount of precision and grit he did serving his country. 
Dedicating years of his life to mercenary missions, and to his club left no time or desire to settle down and start a family of his own. What good could come of loving a woman if he could never promise her forever when he willingly puts his life on the line every day.
No one has ever come close to making him want more.
Until Luna.
A call from Jake; President and founder of The Kings of Retribution MC has Riggs and his men on the road toward Montana. Their objective—protect a woman from falling into the hands of another MC.
Little did Riggs know when his eyes fell upon the striking woman with violet eyes, she would alter his life forever.
Growing up in the system is hard enough for any kid. For Luna Novak, not being able to hear the world around her made surviving in it the most terrifying and isolating experience of her life.
Though she doesn’t have much, Luna feels she has finally gotten to a point in her life where her future doesn’t look so grim. That is until she makes the mistake of putting her trust in the hands of the wrong man—almost costing Luna her life.
For Luna to protect herself and survive, she must leave Arizona behind for a new life in Polson. When her past follows her, threatening the lives of those around her, Luna soon finds herself under the protection of the local MC.
Leaving with Riggs and going back to Louisiana with him becomes her only choice. Her heart tells her Riggs will keep her safe, yet fear screams for her to run.
The pull she feels toward Riggs is stronger than any feeling she has felt before, but can she put her trust and her life in the hands of another man so quickly?
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Sandy Alvarez and Crystal Daniels are the powerhouse writing duo behind the widely popular MC series Kings of Retribution MC Montana and Louisiana. 
Some of their other books include, Demetri and Nikolai The Volkov Empire, Leather and Mistletoe, Love above Law, Keeping Denver, Bayou Christmas, and Whiskey Holiday.
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CRYSTAL DANIELS

Cover Reveal: “Toxic” Series: Thanatos MC #1 By Author: Cole Lepley, Genre: New Adult/MC Romance, Release Date: February 16, 2021 ~ @cole_lepley @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Toxic
Series: Thanatos MC #1
Author: Cole Lepley
Genre: New Adult/MC Romance
Cover Design: Cat Imb, TRC Designs
Photo: James Critchley
Model: Andrew England

Release Date: February 16, 2021
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Sloan Prescott is done with bad boys and bad choices. When she moves to Arizona, she’s looking for a fresh start, far away from her drug dealing ex and all the complications that went with him. She doesn’t have the stomach for a life of uncertainty. 
Flynn Davis is the President of the Thanatos Motorcycle Club, one of the most feared and revered organizations in Arizona. As such, he’s used to getting what he wants from whoever he wants whenever he wants.
When Flynn and Sloan have a chance encounter in a coffee shop, sparks fly. Sloan wants nothing to do with the arrogant man who screams trouble and reminds her of the past. But Flynn loves nothing better than a challenge, and Sloan just threw down the gauntlet.
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AUTHOR BIO
Cole Lepley is a contemporary romance author of bad-ass alpha heroes, a whole lot of drama, and happy endings. She writes realistic relationships that you can’t help but fall in love with.
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Release Blitz: ” Broken Wings” Series: Broken Rebel Brotherhood: Next Generation #2, By Author: Andi Rhodes, Genre: MC Romance is #AvailableNow ~ #AndiRhodesAuthor @GiveMeBooksPR

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Title: Broken Wings

Series: Broken Rebel Brotherhood 
Next Generation #2
Author: Andi Rhodes
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2021
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Lila… 
My father is one of the founding members of the Broken Rebel Brotherhood and my sister is with the current president. Needless to say, I’m overprotected. I’ve learned how to lie and keep secrets in order to have my fun but at nineteen, I had no clue what kind of trouble the real world would present.
When a monster rears its ugly head, I seek protection from the last person that should be giving it: my best friend’s brother. Little do I know, they have secrets of their own. Secrets that put my life in jeopardy far worse than I ever did. But I can’t seem to walk away from what I think Cooper can provide me and what I have no right asking him for: safety.
Cooper… 
Living in Indiana wasn’t what I’d pictured for my life. Caring for my younger sisters when we had no one else to turn to definitely wasn’t on my agenda. But opening my own tattoo shop and building a life that didn’t revolve around drugs, guns, and chaos has always been my dream and now it’s my saving grace.
But when my sister’s best friend comes into the picture, my newly established peace is thrown off balance. My world shifts and I’m tossed head first into threats and violence that I never saw coming. I want to turn her away but I can’t. Every time she’s near, my heart skips a beat. I know that, no matter how many times I tell myself it’s a terrible idea, I will protect her life with my own. Even if it means going up against evil I thought I left behind.
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Andi is an author of contemporary romance who started her journey when her career in social work was no longer her passion. Her books are sassy and suspenseful with a heavy dose of sizzle and are guaranteed to deliver an HEA and all the feels. She loves writing about alpha males and the women who tame them. When she’s not writing, Andi is an avid reader of the romance genre and prefers books that teeter on the edge of decent. She also loves spending time with her husband and their pack of dogs. For access to release info, updates, and exclusive content, be sure to sign up for Andi’s newsletter at andirhodes.com, where you will also find links for Facebook and Instagram.
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#AvailableNow “Razor: The Wild Ones” Series: Jokers MC Loiusana #6 By Authors: Jessie Cooke & Suzy Wilson, Release Date: December 10th 2020 ~ #JessieCookeAuthor #SuzyWilsonAuthor @EJbookPromos

 
 

 

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Title: Razor: The Wild Ones

Series: Jokers MC Louisiana #6
Author: Jessie Cooke & Suzy Wilson
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 10, 2020
 
 

 

Frasier “Razor” Trahan never passed up a stray, but his entire life he was told, first by his parents, and then the president of his club, that he couldn’t save everyone, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. So even while Razor was on the run from his own troubles, the temptation of a beautiful, petite, dark-haired “stray” along the side of the road was just too much for him to resist. Razor will discover two important things quickly, however. First, keeping this one safe and alive will be much more difficult than what he’s used to. And secondly, giving this one up is going to hurt a lot more.
 
Kayleigh and Bobby were high school sweethearts. She thought she knew everything about him, and she thought moving from her father’s house to Bobby’s house would be the first step to the fairytale ending she’d dreamt of her entire life. Unfortunately, life had other ideas. Bobby wasn’t who she thought he was, and her fairytale ending quickly turned into a nightmare when she became the only witness to his murder. Unable to turn to her father, Kayleigh does the only thing she can think of, she takes Bobby’s hidden stash of money, and runs. But now Kayleigh has to decide if she’s ready to face her biggest fear: being alone, or strong enough to accept help from the giant man with the leather kutte and troubles of his own brewing behind his beautiful eyes. 
 
Razor and Kayleigh join forces to battle both of their demons. They have the help of the Jokers, but even with New Orleans baddest bikers on their side, they’re going to need much more than that to make it out alive.
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Bobby?” Kayleigh wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up in bed. Glancing over at the LED clock on the dresser, she saw that it said 1:15 a.m. “What are you doing?”

Her boyfriend Bobby, the man she met in high school and knew right then that he would be the love of her life, stood a few feet from the bed. When she’d woken up, he looked like he was headed for the door, but now he turned back toward her. He was dressed, in a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and boots. He had his jacket in his hand. “Go back to sleep, babe. I’ll be back soon.”

Kayleigh sat up further and reached over and switched on the light. “Back from where? What’s going on?”

Bobby sighed, but almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, there was a smile on his face, that gorgeous smile she’d fallen in love with six years earlier. She’d given up a lot to be with Bobby. Her father hated him and none of her friends liked him, but Kayleigh spent years telling herself they just didn’t understand him. Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but who was? Lately however, she’d had cause to worry that maybe some of the things they’d all said about him were true. On more than one occasion he’d come home hours after he was supposed to. On two occasions while he was out, strangers…scary looking people…had knocked on the door looking for him. Bobby always had some kind of “logical” excuse for everything, but Kayleigh was starting to wonder if her dad had been right all along, and she was just too naïve for her own good. 

Bobby sat down on the bed and reached for her. Kayleigh stiffened, but didn’t pull away. “Kevin called,” he said, running his hand over her hair and down her back. Even when she was upset with him, his touch brought her body alive. “He and Daisy had a fight and she left him at the bar. He needs a ride home.” 

“Seriously?” Kevin was Bobby’s best friend, had been for even longer than she and Bobby had been together. Kayleigh wasn’t crazy about the guy. It seemed like he was always getting himself into trouble and pulling Bobby down with him. “Why can’t he take an Uber?” They lived in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The party scene was not as wild as their neighbor, New Orleans, just about an hour and fifteen minutes southeast of them, but it could get wild. The capital city drew thousands of tourists a month, and the “Red Stick,” as the locals fondly called their city, not only offered some of the best hotels, restaurants, bars and clubs in the state…but they also offered ample amounts of public transportation. 

“She didn’t leave his phone so he can’t call one. He used the phone at the bar to call me, and he’s waiting, Kay, so I have to go.” He kissed her on the forehead and stood up. “Now just go back to sleep, baby, and I’ll be here when you wake up for work in the morning.” 

Kayleigh didn’t say anything else as he went out the door, but as soon as he was gone, she jumped out of bed and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She pulled her long, dark hair up into a messy bun on the back of her head and then slipped on her running shoes. On her way through the dining room she grabbed her phone, purse, and keys. The sound of Bobby’s car leaving the street they lived on was fading by the time she reached the garage. That was okay though, she wouldn’t need to tail him in order to find out where he was going. Kayleigh’s father was the assistant chief of police in West Baton Rouge Parish. He’d been a police officer her entire life, and although the idea of invading Bobby’s privacy, or following him around in the middle of the night, had never occurred to her until the past few weeks, when it did, her law enforcement connections came in handy. 

Kayleigh grew up with one of her father’s favorite young officers. They’d been best friends all the way up until Kayleigh started dating Bobby in high school. Unfortunately, Jason and Bobby couldn’t stand each other, so she and her best friend had drifted apart. She felt guilty the day she’d called and asked him to meet her for coffee. He hadn’t seemed surprised when he found out she’d only reached out because she needed help. But he hadn’t said no, probably because he was hoping she’d catch Bobby having an affair and finally dump him. 

The day after they had coffee, Jason came by one of the job sites where she was working. Kayleigh had her own little landscaping business. There was nothing she loved more than working with her hands and being outside. He had brought what she asked for, what the men and women in law enforcement referred to as a “slap and track” device. It was a GPS monitor that was no more than the size of a fifty-cent piece and attached anywhere underneath a car. Jason had sworn to her that he wouldn’t tell her father, but even now as she got into her own car to find out once and for all where her boyfriend went in the middle of the night, she worried about that. If her father found out that she thought Bobby was cheating, or up to something equally as disturbing, it would only add fuel to the already raging fire that burned between the two men. 

Kayleigh brought up the device on the app she’d downloaded on her phone and started driving. The first thing she noticed was that Bobby wasn’t headed for the downtown district where he and Kevin liked to party. It looked to her like he was headed for the marina where he worked, but that wouldn’t make any sense at one o’clock in the morning. The warehouse never opened before 4 a.m., and Bobby worked the afternoon shift. 

Kayleigh drove for almost an hour, and sure enough she found herself pulling into the dark parking lot behind the Shamrock Marine/Baton Rouge Warehouse where Bobby worked as a laborer. Bobby’s family was rich and the first few years they lived together, he didn’t work at all. But Kayleigh found it hard to respect a man who didn’t want to earn his own living, so he’d finally given in and gotten a job loading and unloading boats and barges. He didn’t make much, but it was honest work. Kayleigh was sure that his mother still gave him money too, since he always seemed to have more than he should. But she’d learned to pick her battles, so she’d left that one alone. She wondered suddenly if maybe he’d been working overtime, and for some reason he didn’t want to tell her. That made her feel almost guilty enough to turn around…almost. 

She spotted Bobby’s car in the parking lot. Other than his car and a handful of shiny Harley Davidson motorcycles, the lot was empty. She drove around to the far side of the warehouse and parked a way away and then slowly and quietly, she made her way over to the side of the building and the small, dirty four-paned window. She peeked inside, but the window was so dirty that it was hard to see anything other than lights and shadows inside. She pressed her ear up against the tin wall and she could hear voices, but not what they were saying. So, growing bolder, she snuck around to the front of the warehouse and positioned herself behind the open door. 

“That’s all I got right now but give me a few days…” Bobby sounded nervous. 

“You’ve been given more time than most,” an unfamiliar male voice said. “Most people are dead the second we find out they’re stealing from us, you stupid cunt. You should appreciate the fact that you’re still breathing.” 

“I wasn’t stealing, I swear…”

“Shut the fuck up! Nothing but lies come out of your mouth! You’re a junkie and a fucking thief…and worse yet, you got us into a fucking war with a street crew thanks to your lies!”

“I didn’t, man, I…” A sound like a boot crunching into soft flesh, and a loud grunt from Bobby. There were seconds of nothing but the sounds of Bobby trying to control his breathing, and then, “I’m sorry, man.” Bobby’s voice was infused with pain. “I’m really sorry. I’ll fix this, I promise. I just need twenty-four hours, man. You know my family has money. I’ll get it…” Kayleigh flinched when she heard the sound of flesh against flesh and a loud grunt. 

“That’s the same fucking thing you said last time. That was over a week ago.”

Bobby’s voice sounded desperate now and Kayleigh’s body was shaking all over. She didn’t understand what was going on…what did Bobby steal, and why? He didn’t need to steal anything. All he ever had to do when he wanted or needed something was ask his family, his mother in particular. She never said no. 

“Okay,” Bobby said, breathlessly. “I have some of the cash at the house. I was going to turn it all in, I swear I was. I just had a big-ass sale all at once and…” She heard one of the men say something in a low, threatening voice, but couldn’t make out the words. Bobby’s voice had a definite quiver in it when he said, “I’ll get it for you now…” 

When Kayleigh thought about that night later, this would be the part she played over and over in her head. It was surreal, and yet she was listening to it play out in real time, so she knew she wasn’t dreaming. The man chuckled and said: 

“Nah, we’ll get it ourselves.” And then the sound of a gunshot rang out and echoed off the walls of the warehouse. Kayleigh was so startled by it that it literally knocked her off her feet. Panicking, she scrambled back upright and almost ran inside the warehouse to check on Bobby…but what then? She’d be a witness, and they’d shoot her too. She didn’t even realize that tears were already streaming down her face when she heard another man say, “Let him bleed out right there, I don’t give a fuck. Howie, get over to that house and find that money he was talking about. Take Snake and Granite with you.” 

“He’s got an old lady,” another man’s voice said. “What should we do with her?”

“Again, I don’t give a fuck. Just make sure you take her somewhere that no one can hear her scream…now go on.” 

Kayleigh hadn’t meant to gasp out loud before she took off running, but she had. Before she turned the corner around the side of the warehouse, she heard another shot and the sound of it bouncing off the metal wall of the warehouse, only inches from her head. That one elicited a scream from deep in her throat, but she kept running. When she got to the car, her sweaty, slick palm slid off the door handle at first. The torrent of tears flooded her face and made it hard for her to see, and her shaking limbs were making just standing upright difficult. 

The man who had taken a shot at her was running in her direction now and she had to get out of there. She finally got a grip on the door handle, pulled it open, and without even closing it she stepped on the brake and pushed the starter button. As soon as the V8 engine in her Dodge Charger growled to life, she hit the gas and pulled the door closed while the tires were spinning and filling the night with the smell of burning rubber. The man with the gun was about six feet in front of her car then and taking aim. Without thinking about anything other than self-preservation, she pulled the steering wheel hard to the right and saw his eyes go wide. The thud of his body against the front end of the car was sickening, but she ignored it. More men were coming toward her now, and several had climbed on their bikes. Kayleigh’s car reached upwards of sixty miles per hour before she even hit the road that led out of the warehouse lot. She pulled the wheel to the left and felt the car take the turn on two wheels. As soon as she was back on four, she accelerated again, leaving a cloud of dust behind her as she headed for the main road. She had to go to the police, or call 911…Bobby was dying, or dead. But those men knew about her, and they didn’t seem to have any qualms about killing her too…or worse. With a shaking finger she pressed in 911 and kept her eyes on the road in front of her. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“There’s a man at the Baton Rouge Warehouse who has been shot. Send help, hurry!” She ended the call quickly, sure that it would take them a fair amount of time to trace that call back to her. By then, she planned on being long gone. She could go to her father, but after he finished saying “I told you so” about Bobby, he’d lock her down like a criminal in order to keep her safe. She could go to Jason, but he’d only try to force her to tell her father. No…she had to get somewhere that these guys couldn’t find her and think. Once she’d had time to do that, then maybe she’d call her dad. 

Kayleigh finally hit the paved road with the back end of the Charger fishtailing as she did. She was thankful for the time of night and lack of traffic, and she raced toward her house. The men behind her knew where Bobby lived, which meant they had her address, but they didn’t know who she was, yet. She just had to make sure she lost them on the way and got the hell in and out as quickly as possible. Kayleigh lived in Baton Rouge her entire life, so she knew the streets like the back of her hand. She spent the next half an hour making sharp turns and racing through residential districts, down back alleys, and changing direction every few minutes until she no longer heard the loud rumble of the bikes behind her. 

It took her another hour to get to her own street. Once there, she drove by the house twice, making sure there was no sign of the bikes, and all looked quiet in and around the house. The only light on shone from her bedroom from the lamp she’d turned on before Bobby left. She went around the block and left her car parked on the street that ran behind her house. She didn’t look at the front end when she got out; she didn’t want to see what the man’s body she’d hit had left there. 

She left the car but took her keys and purse and jogged the block back to the house she had shared with Bobby for the past four years. She didn’t bother unlocking the front door, but instead slipped through the back gate and through the door to the garage that they almost always left unlocked. 

She made her way through the dark, not taking out her phone, or turning on any lights, listening as she moved slowly, making sure there were no sounds in the house. When she made it to the bedroom, she went to the closet and took down the locked box where Bobby insisted on keeping what he called their emergency stash of cash. He kept one key on his keychain, but Kayleigh had watched him hide the other one in his dresser drawer one night when he thought she was asleep. She’d never looked inside the box, and suddenly she was beginning to realize, naïve was exactly what she’d been. She took the box over where the light was still shining and set it on top of Bobby’s dresser. Sliding open his top drawer, she tossed out his neatly rolled socks until she saw it, a small, single gold key, taped to the back corner of the drawer. Kayleigh pulled it out and because she was still shaking so hard, she had to fumble with it several times to get it into the lock. Once she finally had it there, she turned it to the right and heard it click. Taking a deep breath, she opened the lid, and gasped. 

The first thing she saw was a 9mm handgun and a box of ammo. The next thing her brain tried to process were the two neatly stacked and bound piles of one-hundred-dollar bills. What the hell had Bobby gotten himself into? 

The sound of motorcycles suddenly penetrated the quiet that surrounded her. She felt like she was going to be sick and told herself how stupid it had been to come back there. But she couldn’t run if she didn’t have money for essentials at least. She scooped one pile of the cash out of the box, and then deciding what the hell, she took the other one as well. She grabbed a tote bag hanging on the wall and shoved the money into it, then remembering how close she’d just come to getting shot, she grabbed the gun and ammo, and shoved them in the bag as well. Kayleigh knew how to shoot; her father made sure that she learned everything about guns as soon as she was old enough. She didn’t have any idea if she could shoot a human being, but the bikes were so close by then that she didn’t have time to ponder that. She hooked the bag over her shoulder and ran out of the room and back down the hallway, and then out the door she’d come in through. 

Instead of going back out through the front gates, where she could now hear the bikes turning into her driveway, she tossed the tote bag and her purse over the neighbor’s back fence and then climbed over and dropped to her feet on the other side. A motion light came on as soon as she hit the ground, and a dog started barking from inside. Kayleigh didn’t wait to see what might happen. She hit the neighbor’s gate running, coming out on the other side where she’d left her car. The street was dark, but she didn’t need more than a porch light or two to make out the large shadows of two men, and the gleaming of moonlight bouncing off the shiny chrome of their motorcycles. There was absolutely no way she was getting to her car without being seen. Kayleigh suddenly wondered if this was what her cop father had in mind when he told her that her infatuation with Bobby Lee Ramsey would someday lead to her waking up in the center of a landfill, and wondering how in the hell she’d gotten there.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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New Release: “Papa Noel” Series: Royal Bastards MC, By Author Nikki Landis, Genre: MC Romance is #AvailableNow ~ @landisnikkiauth #KikiReaderPAServices

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Author: Nikki Landis

Series: Royal Bastards MC

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Cover Design: Lou Gray Gray Creations

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They call me Papa.

A tough and rugged old biker that’s never been tamed by any woman.

I live by the code of my club and stand by it.

No matter what.

Hell, I’d die for my brothers and the MC we fought so hard to build.

In fact, I nearly did.

Loss has tarnished my soul and left me a bitter man.

I’ll never be anything else.

When a young kid goes missing and his single mother shows up on my doorstep,

I don’t hesitate to go in guns blazing.

But this rescue mission isn’t like any other.

Torn between duty, loyalty, and my selfish heart –

I’ll have to make a decision that impacts more than just my own life.

This Christmas I’m bringing gifts . . .

And it’s a Noel full of hidden surprises.

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Release Blitz: “Coyote” Series: Hawks MC: Next Generation #1, By Author: Lila Rose, Genre: MC Romance Release Date: December 1, 2020, #AvailableNow ~ @LilaRose78 @GiveMeBooksPR

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Title: Coyote
Series: Hawks MC: Next Generation #1
Author: Lila Rose
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2020
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From the bestselling Hawks MC series, Talon’s son, Cody, is all grown up and it’s time for his story! 
Humiliated years earlier when in high school, Channa Edwards never expects to see her knight in shining armour again. In fact, she really doesn’t want to, but of course, life wants to mess with her again. It’s just by luck he doesn’t recognise her, and for a blissful moment, she thinks she’s got away with it.
That’s until another situation brings her knight back into her life.
Cody “Coyote” Marcus, son to the Hawks MC president, goes through life easily. He has a great family, a business he loves, and women if he wants them. Then, by chance, he meets a cute, bumbling baker, who doesn’t seem to want anything to do with him.
Of course, he has to change that, and make Channa see he’s worth getting to know on all levels.
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No way. 
No fudging way.
He was here. Right over there and inside the shop.
“Denise, I’ll be out back if you need me,” I whispered with a panicked edge to my tone before I bolted through the swinging doors behind me. Leaning over, I rested my hands on my thighs and took gulps of air.
“Channa, are you all right?” Stanley asked. He dropped the bowl on the workbench and started for me. I quickly straightened and waved him off.
“I’m fine…. I… think I swallowed a fly.” And a lie. I hated lying, but I couldn’t exactly tell Stanley, who was my cake-icing machine and sixty years old, that I ran like a wuss when I saw him. It would just be confusing, and then I would have to delve into my past, into a moment of time I wanted to forget.
Stanley screwed up his nose. “Blasted warm days stink arse. It’s hotter than hell in here. My balls are sweating so bad and my icing doesn’t want to work.”
I moved over to the bench and pressed my hands onto the cool stainless steel. “Come on, Stanley, I know you can work your magic. I might have turned off the ovens a little late this morning, but the air con is on and it’ll start freezing this place over soon.”
I could have done without hearing about his balls, but I’d put up with it because Stanley was a master at making and applying icing to all my baked goods. He was a god, and I wouldn’t know what to do without him, because I had skills to bake, which I loved doing, but the delicate decorating just wasn’t for me. I messed them up each time I tried. It was how I’d known I would have to hire someone and was lucky Stanley had approached me about the work when I’d advertised.
He huffed and said, “I’m going into the coolroom.” He picked up his bowl and walked to the floor-to-ceiling coolroom at the back of the work area. He opened the door, stepped in, and I caught his shoulders sag in relief before he shut the door behind himself.
Turning back towards the front of the shop, I tippy-toed back towards the doors, thankful Stanley wasn’t there to see my childish actions, and pushed them apart enough to peek out.
A squeak slipped through my lips, and I let the doors fall closed quickly. Taking a step back, I rested my hand over my swift-beating heart.
He was right there.
At the counter.
He was smiling at something Denise was saying. That smile could steal someone’s breath. It had stolen mine every single time back in high school. Only I hadn’t seen it since then, for eight long years, and the power of having it directed my way had grown. His light eyes could trap another’s gaze. His dark hair looked like it needed someone to run their fingers through it. His body…. All right, I had to stop there. Yes, he was handsome, but right then I didn’t need my hormones seeking out someone for a roll between the sheets. Especially not him.
I only hoped he would take whatever he was ordering and go. There wasn’t anything in the world that would have me out there in the bakery when Cody Marcus was inside.
I jolted when Denise popped her head through the doors. “Need help, please.”
Son of a bitch.
Okay, there was nothing except that.
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Lila was born in Brisbane Australia, her step-dad was in the Army which caused them to move around a lot. They finally settled in country Victoria, Australia. Being the youngest of four children she admits she was spoilt a bit. Even drove her mum crazy when she refused to eat meat at a young age. 
Now, Lila lives with her husband and two children.
She started writing in 2013 and self-published the first of the Hawks MC: Ballarat Charter series- Holding Out. Since then, she has published eleven other titles, which range from erotica, humorous romance, YA and paranormal.

Release Blitz: “Nox” Series: Untamed Sons MC #2, By Author: Jessica Ames, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: November 24, 2020, #AvailableNow ~ @JessicaAmesAuth @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Nox
Series: Untamed Sons MC #2
Author: Jessica Ames
Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 24, 2020

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Nox 
As Vice President of the Untamed Sons MC, my first loyalty is to my club and my president, that is until Lucy walks into my life. For her, I’m willing to give it all up. I’ll stand against my brothers, question my loyalty and even consider giving up my patch. Too bad everything I’m building isn’t real.
Lucy 
Nox is falling for me, but he shouldn’t. I have secrets and if he knew the truth he’d drop me in a heartbeat. The problem is I’m falling for him too, but when my past comes out he’s going to hate me. Nothing is as it seems. My whole life is a lie. Everything except Nox.
Because the truth is Lucy Franklin doesn’t really exist.
*Warning : Contains adult content, reading age 18 +. Graphic violence and dark emotional scenes that may trigger some readers.
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I jolt back, letting another tear fall as my world comes apart. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was home, like I had family, people who cared. My lies destroyed that. I should have left straight away. I should have carried on running. I shouldn’t have let my guard down around a man as dangerous as Nox. 
I did, though.
Why?
Because I wanted a slice of what Sasha had. I wanted people who cared about me, who would go to the edge of the world for me, who would stand up to my bullies.
I was stupid thinking that would happen. Unlike Sasha, I’m not part of their world. I’m here because of her, and that branch they held out to me has now been snapped.
“You fucking lied to me,” he growls, striding over to the bed and leaning on it so he can get in my face.
I flinch, swallowing down my fear, my sense of injustice. I didn’t want this life.
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Jessica Ames lives in a small market town in the
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she’s playing with crochet hooks. 
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Release Blitz: “Spartan” Series: Iron Kings MC #2, By Author: Franca Storm, Genre: MC Romance, Release Date: November 18, 2020 ~ @FrancaStorm @GiveMeBooksPR

Title: Spartan
Series: Iron Kings MC #2
Author: Franca Storm
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 18, 2020
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A king to hardened, dangerous men. 

I’m the President of the Iron Kings MC. 
Their rock-solid leader. 
A tried and tested warrior. 
I don’t bend. I don’t break. I don’t lose it. 
But something’s pushing me to my limit. 
He’s still out there, the psycho who took everything from me. 
Vengeance is burning through my veins. 
I can’t move forward. 
I can’t let it go. 
Then she wedges herself into my life. 
The feisty blonde, all toughness and attitude. 
She calls to me, distracting me from my mission and easing my rage. 
But I destroy anything I touch. 
The women who get too close end up dead. 
I can’t let it happen again. 
There’s no room for love anyway while I’m holding onto so much hate. 
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I pushed out of the locker room and made a sharp right for the bathroom, shoving open the heavy door and strolling inside… right into a half-naked body. 

“Holy shit!” 
I inadvertently dropped my bag in my shock. As I tried to reach for it, I tripped on the handle and lost my balance, smacking right into the wall of hard, inked, rippling muscle in front of me. 
It was like some kind of clichéd meet-cute scenario ripped from a cheesy rom-com. Except I was already very familiar with Scott “Spartan” Tate. Now, with my body squished up against his half-naked body, intimately familiar. 
“Uh… sorry,” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment. 
I pressed my hand to his chest for leverage to push myself off him. 
A rumbling chuckle came from him as I steadied myself and stepped back, averting my eyes quickly. 
Was he seriously laughing at me? Agitation transcended my embarrassment and I found myself yelling, “Why the hell didn’t you lock the door?” 
“Lock’s broken,” he answered simply. “Why didn’t you knock?” 
“I was in a rush.” 
“You gotta be more careful.” 
My gaze shot to his. Was that a start of a lecture? 
He went on, “The guys here ain’t safe for you. Some of them have got their eye on you. What if it weren’t me in here right now?” 
Okay, that was actually really sweet. 
It had me softening and forgetting about my need to save face through being harsh and dismissive. My go-to basically when I felt ill at ease. 
Spartan didn’t deserve that. 
I nodded. “Okay, yeah.” 
He smiled then slipped his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, starting to pull them down. 
“What are you doing?” 
“Changing.” 
“Right now? In front of me?” I shot a glance over my shoulder. “With the door open?” 
He shrugged. “Ain’t got nothing to hide.” 
I tutted and turned and walked to the door, closing it. 
When I turned back around, my breath caught in my throat at the unbelievable sight before me. 
His pants were pooled on the floor at his feet and he stood there rifling through his duffel bag completely naked. Even more startling than that was the fact that his dick was hard, raging even. Two studs glistened in the head. 
Holy hell, he was magnificent. 
Sculpted muscle everywhere. Built like a frigging Viking warrior of old. Ink covered his right shoulder and stretched around and down to his chest. There was another tattoo on his upper back, as well as the crest of the Iron Kings MC on his inner forearm, a skull with wings and crown on what looked like a motorcycle. I was a sucker for men with tattoos. 
Everything about Spartan was perfection, even his dirty-blond hair was styled all sexy, short and cropped on the sides but wild on top. He had several piercings in both ears, a hoop hanging from his left eyebrow and a stud in his nose. His eyes were a uniform shade of slate-gray, no break in the color, just purely that. The thick stubble over his jaw had replaced his normal clean-shaven appearance. 
It was weird being up so close and personal with him today. I hadn’t seen him for a while, because, right after a rumored war between his club and the formerly notorious Rogue Riders MC, he’d disappeared, hiding out in his clubhouse, according to the talk around the nosy town of Ridgefield. 
“You gonna join me, or what?” he asked. 
I jolted, my eyes snapping back to his face. Talk about being caught out. He smirked slyly, letting me know that he’d caught me checking him out. 
“Uh… what?” 
“Are you gonna get changed?” 
Oh, right. That’s what he’d meant. Get a grip, Dani! 
“I’m fine if you just wanna keep drooling over my cock instead.” 
Oh God. This whole situation was mortifying. I couldn’t actually believe he’d just said that. It was so brazen. No, that didn’t even cover it. I didn’t know what the hell to say to that. I ended up stumbling over my words, mumbling, “I… just put it away.” 
“You sure?” 
“Yes, I’m sure. God!” I turned away and muttered over my shoulder. “And why is it—why are you—hard?” 
“Some smoking-hot babe had her hands on me, offering herself up for a good fucking.” 
I stilled at his words. “Oh.” 
I’d had that much of an impact on him? Just that brief touch had gotten him that worked up? 
“Surprised you ain’t jumped me yet. Just the two of us in here, me already naked, you all worked up. What’s stopping you? All this shyness and shit ain’t the message you were sending my way a few minutes ago. Hell, it ain’t what you been sending me since I known you.” 
I cringed. I was messing it up big time. This was not how I’d imagined it going with him. 
I was supposed to be the one leading the charge. I knew he was gun-shy. Everybody in town was familiar with his tragic story. So, I’d always been the one to ease things along, to initiate our banter, our flirting, all of it. 
And I liked it that way. 
Being in control of it, of what happened or didn’t happen, made me feel… safe. 
After everything that’d happened to me, I had to operate that way.
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Succumb to a Bad Boy.

Franca writes stories about bad-boy alpha males and the tough women who turn their worlds upside down.

She is best known for her motorcycle romance series, BLACK THORNS.

When she’s not writing, Franca enjoys watching action movies and binging on great TV series. Spending time with her lovable lab, hiking, and listening to hard rock, are her passions.

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