Monday, May 21, 2018

DANGEROUS

 
Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 2
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Jace is a nomad.
An outlaw biker who likes to work alone.
Fierce. Dangerous.
A killer when he needs to be.
He calls no place home, and no woman owns his heart.
Until her.
Luna.

Excerpt - "You don't belong here." There was no fucking way I was going to watch a repeat performance of her getting off on Puck's leg.

"What?" she half-laughed, half-gasped.

"You heard me," I growled. "You don't know what you're doing, messing around with these men. They aren't known for saying no to something they want."

She huffed out a laugh. "What are you talking about?" Her tone revealed that she really had no idea. "We were only going to dance."

Her innocence only made me angrier. "Yeah, I saw your first fucking dance with Puck. You think a man gives you an orgasm and he's not looking to get inside your pussy?"

She gasped sharply. "I don’t know, Jace. You tell me. I watched you give that woman an orgasm, is her pussy next?"

It wasn't often someone dared to use my own words against me. I had to give Luna credit for not backing down and acting like the proverbial damsel in distress. She was standing her ground, and she wasn’t afraid to say it like it was. It was dark, but thanks to the dim light over the door, I could make out her expression, which was growing angrier by the second. It almost made me smile.

"You forget I got off, too," I said crudely.

Silence followed, and I wondered what she was thinking. It didn't take her long to find her voice.

"Right. Then I'd better go back inside and take care of that." She went to grab for the door knob.

"The hell you will," I snarled, reaching for her. I pulled her away from the door, gripping her roughly around her upper arm.

She pulled away with a cry of anger. "What is your problem, Jace? Why should it bother you what I do with another man? It didn't bother me while you and that woman were humping each other's brains out."

I thought about the telling look she’d had on her face when she'd been watching me with CC, the disappointment and the hurt I’d seen. I'd got off a lot of times letting a woman grind against my dick, but that moment tonight hadn't been my proudest, because I'd done it with something else in mind. I'd purposely set out to hurt Luna and teach her a lesson, that attraction for men like me meant one thing and one thing only. I called her bullshit.

"Liar!" I whispered sharply down into her face. For a minute we just stood staring at each other in the darkness, listening to the sound of each other's breaths. I swear I saw the glistening of tears fill her eyes. "We're not good men, Luna. You come on to one of these men, let him expect something more, and he'll take it, whether you want to give it up or not. That's their fucking world. Luckily Puck's a little more understanding than most. But if that had been me you were rubbing up on, I would have taken you out back and fucked you up against the wall." It was true. Fuck, I wanted to do it now and take care of the itch I'd had for her since I’d looked into her warm, honey eyes on that very first day. My dick was hard as a rock right fucking now, proving it.

"So, what, this is a warning, Jace? You're the good guy looking out for the innocent, unsuspecting woman?"

"No, baby, I'm not a good guy. I'm worse than any man in there, and you'd do well to stay the fuck away from me."

She yanked her arm away from me and crossed her arms. "I'm twenty-eight years old, Jace, old enough to make my own decisions, and mistakes, if I want to. That's how most people learn," she threw at me in a single breath. "So what makes you think I can't take care of myself?"

I backed her up against the side of the building...

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(Jace was first introduced in His Possession. He also appeared in Ruthless)

Thursday, February 1, 2018

No Escape



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Clint's a mercenary, looking for a little R and R when his cousin begs him to rescue her best friend, and newly kidnapped victim, Sarah. A piece of cake, right? Until he meets the feisty stubborn female with the killer curves. It doesn't take long before he realizes that he's the one who needs rescuing!

                                                                                           
Excerpt - Tired of her smart mouth, Clint reacted without thinking, spinning around so fast Sarah jumped back with a startled gasp. He reached for her and jerked her up against him until they were suddenly nose to nose. Her eyes widened with alarm, meeting his easily in the darkness.

“You don’t have to worry about whether I’m fucking good or not. I’m very good at everything I do. You’ll want to keep that in mind the next three days. When I tell you to do something, you do it…got it?” They were so close he could feel her warm breath against his face.

Clint couldn’t see her expression, but he could tell by her tone she wasn’t happy. “Who do you think you are, bossing me around like I don’t have a brain in my head?”

“Just in case you still haven’t figured it out, I’m a mercenary. I hire my services out to the biggest purse,” he explained, catching her small gasp before she drew herself up.

“I don’t care what you are. You’re in for a big surprise if you think I’m just going to follow you around like a little puppy and meekly jump at every command.”

“Do you know where you’re going?” he questioned softly.

“No but…”

“Do you know how to get off the island?” he continued in the same tone of voice.

“No but…”

“Then I suggest you let me do my fucking job, lady,” he growled, fighting the urge to shake some sense into her. He knew what he had to do to get them off the island alive, but if she defied him at every turn they were in for a rough three days. Warning bells went off when she suddenly relaxed against him.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was as soft and sweet as a southern belle.

Clint frowned, wondering what she was up to. Her submissive response had a definite undercurrent of grit and steel, something he would normally admire if the circumstances were different. Not now when so much was at stake. He hoped for her sake she knew the importance of following an order when the time came.

“Do you mind letting go now?” She tried to break away gently, but Clint refused to release her, still trying to figure her out. When she jerked her arms a second time, he tightened his grip even more. Then, without warning, she pulled her leg back and kicked him.

“Ouch!” He released her immediately, reaching down to rub his shin, angry with himself for not seeing it coming. “You little bitch!”
Rubbing her arms Sarah made a sound with her lips warning him to be quiet. “You want them to hear you?” He glared at her in annoyed silence. “Honestly, you’re supposed to be the expert, and here you are making enough racket to wake the dead.” She moved off in the direction they’d been going.

Clint let her go, only because he knew if he put his hands on her now he’d probably strangle her. And he hadn’t gone to all the trouble of rescuing her just to kill her. Damn her, he knew she was going to be trouble. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there was something about her that was having a powerful affect on his libido. Susan owed him big time.

He let out a curse, hearing her movements in front of him. Talk about waking the dead— she was thrashing through the brush like a wounded elephant. He shook his head, his mouth fixed in a grim line as took off after her, wishing fervently that he hadn’t given up smoking. He had a feeling before it was all over she was going to push him back into a lot of his old habits.
 
*previously released. Has a new title, cover, and added content including an epilogue.


Friday, December 29, 2017

RUTHLESS


 
Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1
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Four years ago Rebel claimed Ginger to keep them both alive. And then she disappears. Bike week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He's a nomad. Dangerous. A ruthless killer. But he's her addiction, and she's his.
 
 

I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.

Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.

"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.

She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.

"Please‒"

"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.

As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.

I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that was heating my blood at an alarming rate.

The sound of harsh breathing filled the room, and it took a minute before I realized that it was mine. "Turn around," I demanded sharply.

I kept the smile to myself when I watched her bring her long hair forward, knowing that she was trying to use it to shield as much of her nudity as she could from me. She'd all but succeeded. When she turned, her tits were hidden behind the thick layers of her hair, and her hands were shielding her pussy from me.

"Come here, Ginger."

She padded toward me slowly. I was glad that she was acting sensible. It would make my job a helluva lot easier, and besides, I didn't want to hurt her. When she was within inches of me she halted, her gaze still lowered to the floor. "Look at me." I moved her hair back behind her, exposing those luscious tits. Christ, they were full and rounded, more than a handful, and her rosy little nipples made me salivate and my dick harden.

Her worried, frightened eyes locked onto mine, and I steeled myself from softening towards her. "This is going to happen, Ginger. You and I both know that Wildman will kill us both if it doesn't, and that's after every one of his brothers fucks you raw." I hesitated, giving her time to digest that. "You want that to happen?" She shook her head, a lone tear making its way down her cheek. I wiped it away with my thumb. "No more resistance from you, and I'll make it as easy on you as I can."


Saturday, July 29, 2017

The Sentinels


 
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As the president of the Sentinels MC Tanner has his hands full. It's Daytona Beach Bike Week and Daytona is his town. Then trouble by the name of Ruby rolls in, pretty, sassy, and with enough curves to tempt a saint. Well, Tanner isn’t a saint, and she’s his kind of gal, except his onetime only f**k rule isn't for girls like Ruby. But then, rules are meant to be broken, aren’t they?


Excerpt - I heard the distant sound of what I thought was thunder, until it grew closer and I realized that it was actually the rumble of motorcycles coming our way. I expected them to ride on past us, but when they slowed and pulled up behind Pops’ truck I straightened nervously. They weren’t just weekend bikers, I could tell that immediately by the way they were dressed and the air of danger that they exuded. The six men belonged to an honest to goodness motorcycle club, and their worn, leather cuts were decked out in colorful patches and name tags.

They looked serious, and mean as hell. As I watched them climb off their large bikes and slowly approach us, I added big and handsome to their description. I glanced at Pops, looking for a sign that he knew these bikers. If he didn’t, I was going back to my car to retrieve my baseball bat out of the back seat. He just smiled and gave me a wink.

What was I worried about, anyway? We were on a busy public highway. I took a deep breath, smiled, and said in my usual, cheery tone, “Hi, boys.”

I couldn’t tell where their eyes were focused, since they were all wearing dark sunglasses. The man who appeared to be the leader, the hunk wearing the president’s patch, came to a stop a couple of feet away from us. I began to feel self-conscious of my clinging, wet clothes, especially when I felt my nipples turn hard against my thin tee. I crossed my arms, but the quirk of the man’s lips told me that it hadn’t been fast enough.

Jerk!

“You pickin’ up strays now, Pops?”

Ohmygod! The deep, gravelly tone of his voice was sexy as hell, and it did something quirky to my core. The man wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. He was taller than most, his sun-tanned skin pulled taut over his super hot muscles. He oozed dominance, and the clunky silver rings on his fingers screamed that they were his backup.

“’Bout damn time you got here,” Pops grumbled, pushing away from his truck. “And be nice to cutie, here, she stopped to help, and fed me, too.”

“Cutie?”

Now I knew that his eyes were full on me, and I could tell by the tilt of his head that he was looking me up and down, as if he had the right to. I didn’t like his intimidation tactics, even if his presence was having an unexpected affect on my lady bits, something I’m sure he was accustomed to when it came to the opposite sex. The devil in me prompted me to lower my arms and slap my hands on my curvy hips in a move that I knew was challenging. A big mistake, I knew, when his sexy mouth turned up at both corners.

“Looks like a drowned rat to me.” The bikers behind him laughed.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” I responded sarcastically, meeting what I thought were his eyes. I turned my attention back to Pops, putting my hand on his thin shoulder. “Now that your boy is here, I’ll be on my way. It was nice meeting you.” I glanced back at the group of bikers. “Goodbye, boys.” I gave them a wave, eager to be on my way.

“Baby--” The sound of his growly voice made me stop in my tracks to look back at him. “You call me a boy again, and I’ll be only too happy to show you that I’m a man.”

Saturday, June 3, 2017

One Night Only

 
 
It's Lana's birthday and she’s looking for a night filled with excitement, hopefully in the arms of the sexy male dancer at the nightclub she frequents. Joe's wanted Lana ever since the first time she’d walked into his bar, and if he has his way, it will be for more than just one night.

Excerpt
By the time the music stopped my whole body and soul was aroused to the point that I was certain I wouldn’t be able to walk off the stage. I was tingling from head to foot, and had an itch between my legs that needed tending to, immediately. I watched as Joe slowly stood, our eyes locked until I couldn’t stand it any longer and I lowered my head to look down. There was no way he could hide the hard-on behind his black thong. He didn’t even try. He helped me to my feet.

“Come home with me.” He wasn’t asking. I glanced around for my friends, shocked to see them waving at me from the entrance doorway before they quickly turned and exited the place. What the hell? They were deserting me? I looked back at Joe. “Relax, birthday girl. I promised them if you weren’t interested that I would get you home.”

“I’m not a girl.” I don’t know why I said it, other than to bring attention to the fact that I was a woman and much older than him.

His sexy laugh stoked the fire between my legs. “No, you’re a very sexy lady.”

Oh my, he thought I was sexy? “Older woman.”

“Not that much older, Lana, and age is only a number. So, will you come home with me?

This time he asked, and I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Good. Wait for me at your table while I go shower and dress.”

As I took the side stairs down off the stage, I was already thinking about changing my mind. I must be crazy to think about going home with a man I didn’t know. I was still horny as hell but I could take care of that with a little help from the overused dildo under my pillow, and there was always my little purple rabbit. My clit was actually throbbing, and it wouldn’t take long to have an orgasm. Reaching my table, the first thing my eyes lit on was the folded note propped up against my glass. I sat down and reached for it at the same time.

Please don’t be mad at Helen and me for leaving you. We’ve been coming to Big Dicks a lot longer than you have, and we know and trust Joe. He confessed to us a couple weeks ago that he’d like to get to know you. Don’t do anything you don’t want to, honey. Happy Birthday!

Smiling, I reached for my small purse where I’d left it hanging on a hook under the table, and slipped the note inside. Seems my friends had thought of everything. Their note set my mind at ease about going home with Joe.
 
 
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Thursday, April 20, 2017

What He Wants

 
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“Open the door.” I cringed at the harsh demand passing through my lips, and couldn’t blame her for slapping her hands onto her hips and refusing my request.

My gaze fell to the deep V that putting her hands on her hips had caused. Plenty of smooth, creamy flesh was revealed, but I wanted to see it all. My dick had a one-track mind when it came to Daisy and what he wanted, jerking strongly behind my zipper.

“Do you want to rephrase that?” she scowled.

Fuck, I liked her fire. But I wasn’t about to turn all syrupy and say please. She should have known better. “Open the door, babe, or I’ll open it for you and I guarantee you won’t like how I go about it.”

She weighed my words, as if trying to decide if I’d follow up my threat. “Nice, Big John.” She reached up and turned the lock. “I told you to leave me alone. I don’t want you here.”

I yanked the door open and stepped inside. “I don’t care what you want.” My nostrils flared, taking in the enticing scent that trailed behind her as she moved away. I wanted to lick whatever the hell it was off her body. “You’re coming back to the club with me.”

She paused and turned back around to face me, disbelief on her face. “No. I’m not connected to you or the club in any way, so I’ll stay right here where I’m safe.”

I snorted. “Safe, babe? Do you know how easy I could have broken through that glass door? And I bet the back door to this place isn’t any better, unless you had it replaced when you moved in.” Her deflated expression revealed that she hadn’t. “Get dressed and pack some shit.”

She held her ground stubbornly. “Why? Because your club is on lockdown? That means nothing to me. You can’t come in here and tell me what to do. You’re nothing to me.”

Christ, that hurt. I forced myself not to move, not to reach out and just make her do what I wanted. I didn’t expect her to understand, our worlds were different. She was a civilian, lived by the rules and laws that society dictated. We did, too, in a way, but our rules and laws were dictated by the members of the MC. We voted on what worked for our club, we had each other’s backs and stood together as a team. We didn’t get the law involved in club trouble because we took care of shit on our own. It was the way most hardcore MC’s worked.

“You’re stubborn, woman,” I growled. “And I don’t have time for this shit.” I bent at the waist, caught her in the belly with my shoulder, and swept her off her feet. I heard her outraged humph as I continued to the back where I knew the stairs led to the second story.

“Put me down!” Daisy screamed, beating her little fists against my back as I easily carried her upstairs. “This is crazy, Big John! I’m not going with you and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

That’s what she thought. If I had to drag her ass back to the club the way she was dressed I would. I opened her door and plowed through the room, following the layout of her apartment until I reached her bedroom.

“Put me down!” she demanded angrily, wiggling wildly against me.

I dropped her down onto her bed. She bounced a few times before coming to rest on her backside.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Wild Surrender



Thomas is new to the rural area. He needed a change from the hectic big city, and the pressures of being on the swat team. A little peace and quiet to reflect on what he wants in life, and maybe find someone to share it with along the way. He never expected to find his perfect match in the form of one sexy little animal lover. From the moment they meet their attraction is hot & out of control!

Excerpt -
Thomas shook his head to try to clear the sexual fog that he’d been in since meeting Julie. He opened the fridge, and reached for a beer. Then pulled the tab and took a long swig. The storm had stopped and he’d taken a quick shower before eating dinner. He’d turn in soon. He went to the window facing Julie’s house and peered out, noticing the lights were on in her bedroom. And the window was open.

He started to turn away, until she came into full view of the window. What was she doing? Thomas got his answer when she began to shimmy out of her shorts. He sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her lacy G-string. Jesus! His body was encased with instant heat. When her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt he all but held his breath. In slow motion, Julie lifted her shirt, exposing inch by inch of satiny skin until her breasts were bare. Thomas almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of those perfect, mouth-watering globes.

Dropping her shirt to the floor, she then ran her hands up her ribcage in a smooth caress, closing her eyes when she cupped her breasts before massaging them. His heart stopped. He glanced up to find she was looking in his direction. F**k. Me. With a half-smile on her pretty face. She knew he was watching. He smiled back before reaching to turn off the lamp.

Two can play at this game, honey.

Only when he played he planned on having her at his mercy.