I protect what’s mine – to the death. Fleur is mine. She’s about to find out why they call me Beast.
Fleur: Never in a million years would I have expected a woman I considered a friend to betray me in the worst possible way. Yet it happened. Drugged and in the back room of a BDSM club, I was about to be used in a brutal way. Until he exploded to my rescue.
Beast: I’m Salvation’s Bane’s enforcer. My job is to protect. So when I notice something amiss in the BDSM club Bane owns, I’m there to shut that shit down. What I find is a woman who ignites passions inside me better left alone. What will she think when she finds out the lengths I’ll go to protect what’s mine? I come by my name honest. When it comes to protecting my club, or my woman, I’m the most ferocious beast you could ever imagine.
Genres/Themes: MC Romance, Erotic Romance, New Adult,
Lavender: My parents weren’t
the type to win any awards, but I did learn a few things. Like how to read
lines of code and get through the backdoor of pretty much any site or program.
I also learned about the man my mother had dated when she’d met my dad, someone
who has intrigued me for years. I never thought I’d get the chance to meet him,
until my parents end up dead and I can’t think of anyone else who might be able
to help. I know too much, know my parents’ deaths weren’t an accident, and now
I’ve been targeted. If the infamous Voodoo Tracer can’t help me, then I’m
Reality is so much better than
fantasy, and with one look, I know the reason I haven’t dated is because I was
waiting. For him.
Wire: I never really expected
my past to come knocking at the front gates, nor did I expect it to be in such
a sexy package. Lavender isn’t what I’d call a siren, but with her glasses
perched on her nose, her messy hair, curvy figure, and adorable tees, she’s
exactly what I want and don’t need. A nerdy, geeky, superintelligent woman who
craves me as much as I crave her. So I did what any man would do… I claimed
her. Now she’s mine, and if an enemy from my past thinks he can hurt her, I’d
like to see him try. He might have killed her parents, but I will destroy
anyone who tries to take her from me.
The infamous hacker, or more
accurately cracker, Voodoo Tracer, hadn’t been all that hard to find. My mother
had always said if anything happened to her I should track down the guy she’d
dated before marrying my dad. I’d heard the story a million times, about how
they’d all been friends but she’d fallen for Dad and hurt the guy she’d been
dating. He’d left and never returned. Mom had lost track of him, but it hadn’t
take much digging for me to find his current location, which told me he wasn’t
really hiding. A guy like him didn’t leave a door open unless he wanted someone
to use it.
While my mom and dad were
hackers and worked for a lot of companies, trying to find the weak spots in
their security so the companies could improve them, men like Voodoo Tracer took
advantage of those weak spots to get whatever information they wanted. Mom had
never approved of Voodoo’s need to crack government and banking sites. From
what she’d said, back then, he never took anything vital. He’d mostly done it
because he could. I couldn’t say for certain what he’d been up to lately.
I didn’t really walk either
path, but tended to dabble a bit in both. Like the infamous Voodoo, I mostly
liked to see how far I could get somewhere I shouldn’t be. If I were as nice as
my mom and dad, I’d then turn that information over to the companies so they
could keep other people out. Then again, they weren’t exactly paying me for my
help, so why give it? I wasn’t an angel by any means, but I wasn’t precisely a
devil either. I operated in those murky shades of gray.
I’d known how easy it would be
for some to trace my phone, or the built-in GPS on my car, so I’d left both
behind. The bus hadn’t been the most comfortable option to ride to Alabama, and
I’d paid cash so there wouldn’t be a credit card trail, but now that I was
here, I had to wonder if I’d made a huge mistake. The walk to the Dixie Reapers
compound wasn’t that far, but the place seemed a bit imposing as I approached
the gates. I’d walked what felt like miles of fenceline, although that was
surely not the case. Razor wire topped it, and I had to wonder just what they
were trying to keep out. Or was it more what they wanted to keep in?
The guy standing guard didn’t
seem much older than me, and I noticed the way he scanned me from head to toe.
I probably wasn’t the type of woman who typically came to this sort of place.
My Converse were well-worn, my jeans ripped along my thighs and knees, and I
had on my favorite Dark Crystal T-shirt, which had faded over time. I hadn’t
thought much about my appearance and had tossed my hair up in a messy bun. With
my thick-lensed glasses perched on my nose, I probably looked like I should be
in school right now. If it weren’t for my curves, I’d never pass for my real
“You must be lost,” the man
said, then pointed back behind me. “Town is back that way.”
“I’m not lost.” I hitched my
bag higher on my shoulder. “I’m here to see Voodoo Tracer.”
The man stared and rubbed at
the stubble on his chin. “No one here by that name. So I think you really are
My brow furrowed. I’d assumed
his club would know him by that name. From what little research I’d managed
before taking this trip, I’d learned that some clubs preferred to use a road
name and kept their real names private. If Voodoo followed that belief, this
guy may not know his birth name. It was foolish to think whatever the club
called him would be the same name he went by when he was cracking codes.
“Hang on. I have a picture, but
it’s really old.” I slid the strap off my shoulder and dug in my backpack. I
withdrew the picture of Voodoo with my mom, Seraph, and my dad, Doc Paradox.
I’d stared at this picture a lot over the years. I’d found it shoved into a box
in the top of Mom’s closet a while back. The ginger-haired young man had drawn
my attention. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen at the time
it was taken, but even back then he’d been more than just cute. I knew he’d be
my parents’ age now, but I’d often wished I could meet a guy like him.
Showing the picture to the guy,
his eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, is that Wire?” he
“Um. Maybe. I don’t know his
club name. I only know his hacker name.”
The man nodded. “That would be
Wire, then. I’ll have to call him down here. I’m not letting you in uninvited.
You don’t exactly look like the type to party at the clubhouse.”
If that was code for sleep with
random men, then no, I wasn’t. Not even a little. I took a step back as he made
his call and took the time to check out the place behind the fence. There was a
building with Dixie Reapers across the top in neon letters, and a lot of houses
down either side of the road. As I strained to get a better look, I thought I
saw a playground, but that was ridiculous. What type of biker compound had a
playground? The fatigue must be getting to me. It seemed I was now
“He asked who else is in the
picture,” the guy said.
“Tell him Seraph and Doc
Paradox.” I swallowed hard. “They were my parents.”
He relayed the information, and
I hoped that Wire would come and hear me out. If things had really ended as
badly as my mom had said, then he might refuse to see me. She’d not gone into a
lot of detail, just said she’d picked my dad over Voodoo. Knowing my mother,
there was a good chance she’d omitted part of the story. Coming here was a
gamble I’d been willing to take. Whatever Mom and Dad had been into, it had
gotten them killed. Thanks to me nosing around, I now worried that I might meet
the same fate. I didn’t know anything about the man Wire was now, but the kid
who had grown up with my parents had been the type to help those in need, even
if he hadn’t done it the legal way. I was counting on that still being true.
The rumble of a motorcycle
started out faint and then got louder. I saw a rider with copper-colored hair
approaching from down the road and as he came to a stop on the other side of
the gate, my heart flipped, flopped, then took off at a gallop. Holy hell! Mom
had thrown over this guy for my dad? What the hell had she been thinking? He
didn’t even remotely look like a hacker. Nor was he the gangly teen from the
photo I’d brought. Yeah, he’d been handsome back then, but now? Shit. I was
almost certain my panties were getting wet just looking at him. His heather
gray tee stretched tight across his broad chest, and the leather cut just added
to the sex appeal. The denim hugging his thighs was as worn as mine, with a few
well-placed holes, and did nothing to hide how muscular he was, especially for
a geeky computer nerd.
Definitely nothing like my dad.
I’d loved my father, but time hadn’t been kind to him. He’d had lines around
his eyes, and what my mother fondly called his spare tired around the middle,
from long days and nights at the computer. This guy didn’t have that problem. Hell,
he didn’t even look my parents’ age.
Wire swung a leg over his bike
and came closer, removing the sunglasses that had shielded his eyes from me.
Green, and so damn pretty. It was a sin for a man to have eyelashes that long
and thick. Dammit. My nipples were getting stiff. I swallowed hard, wondering
why my body was betraying me. I’d never had a physical response to a guy, even
when I thought they were hot. Until now. The beard covering his jaw made my
fingers itch to reach out and touch it. Would it be coarse or soft? I’d always
had a weak spot for gingers, and he had to be the sexiest one I’d ever seen.
Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her,
but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the
hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t
deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they
want, then you’ve come to the right place.
Keywords: MC Romance, Rubenesque, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, #Suspense, Series, HEA
Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.
The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.
Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.
My breath caught at the sight of the man coming through the door.
Damnit. My heartbeat kicked up a few notches, and my panties were done for, but my head. My head screamed retreat loud enough I questioned the wisdom of making “friends”.
Jonny’s gaze landed on my face, and I felt the scrutiny of his intense eyes across the kitchen.
Janie threw herself into Hawk’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist as she attacked his mouth.
Jonny glanced at the two of them sucking face, and turned back toward me, one eyebrow raised.
I found myself laughing beneath my breath and shrugging. “Guess they kind of like each other,” I said, my voice a little shaky.
“Guess so.” He slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders, and my mouth dried.
Nothing hotter than a ripped man in a tight, white t-shirt. While Jonny probably had a handful of years—if not ten—on me, the man sure took care of himself. A few lines lay at the corner of his eyes, and gray hinted in the dark hair above his temples, but beneath his neck? He could have been taken for a twenty-something with the hard dips and valleys of his body. Black leather pants clung to every inch of him from the waist down.
Saliva rushed back to coat my mouth, and I swallowed while ripping my gaze off him to focus on the carrots. My hand trembled, and I put the knife down, deciding there were more than enough carrots chopped for four salads.
“Hope you boys are hungry,” Janie said, a little breathless. “Want to go fire up the grill with me, baby?”
“Hmm.” Hawk hummed his agreement and grabbed a couple beers from the fridge.
I busied myself putting the carrots on top of the four bowls of lettuce Janie had readied.
“Be right back!” Janie giggled and scooted out the door once more with Hawk.
Jonny stayed behind, beer in hand, focus on me. “How are you?”
I had to swallow again from drool and nerves alike. “Better than yesterday,” I said, trying for a smile.
“Get some sleep last night?”
“Hawk told me you’re going to stay with them for a while.”
I nodded and moved toward the table to put the salads by each plate. The weight of Jonny’s stare kept my heartbeat thumping, my skin tingling.
“You’re welcome at the club.”
My attention shot toward him even though Hawk had already told Janie as much over the phone earlier in the day. Jonny swigged from his bottle of beer, dark gaze on my face while swallowing.
“Hawk says you’re good people, and I trust him above everyone else.”
Sudden tears filled my eyes, and I turned away to put the final salad on the table.
“Hey.” The warmth of his touch on my elbow stilled me. “You okay?”
A mere foot from me, the slight scent of soap, hops, and mint clinging to him weakened me in the best way possible. “Y-yeah,” I managed to say, but didn’t pull away from the first man’s touch I’d experienced without cringing.
Jonny glanced down to his hand still cupping my elbow and lifted his focus once more to my face, a question in his eye.
Temptation to lean into him, to accept the comfort he offered, played with my mind, and I stared up into eyes darker than the smoothest chocolate. Heated energy charged between us, making it hard for me to breathe.
Jonny’s gaze flitted down to my lips, and I realized I’d licked the lower without meaning to.
His bottle clinked on the table as he set it down, and my breath caught again as he lifted his hand and brushed my hair back over my shoulder, his fingertips feather-light over the skin of my neck.
Goosebumps spread down over my entire body, and I shivered, completely trapped by his gaze and torn between wanting to close the distance between us and scurrying away to find a hole to hide in.
“You and your gorgeous curves are one temptation I don’t need right
now,” he murmured, his focus dropping to my lips again, “but I sure as hell want.”
Good Lord almighty, the man didn’t waste time or mince words. Tell him ditto or pull away?
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.
Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time.
When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day.
Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?
Wyatt reacted like any other red-blooded male. Sliding one foot forward to better balance, he wrapped his arms around her lusciously curved body and seared a kiss across her lips. He’d finally managed to close the door on his past and tomorrow he’d be on his way to a new life in a new town. That deserved some kind of celebration and this woman was offering his favorite kind. Who was he to turn down such a gracious offer?
Damn, she smelled good. Clean and earthy, with just a hint of something exotic. Must be in the shampoo. He nuzzled the soft fall of hair, inhaling deeply and felt a sizzle of excitement flash through his already full groin.
Fiona responded instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair, firmly anchoring him to her as if she thought he might run off.
Fat chance of that. The thought of a woman who wanted to fuck him without expecting anything in return was so novel he wasn’t sure how to react, except to make sure he didn’t waste the opportunity.
Fiona let out a low whimper, moving against him with a restless urgency. Wyatt dropped his arms to her butt, pulling her up tight against his aching groin. Lowering his head he devoured her mouth before nibbling his way down to the soft hollow of her throat.
He groaned softly as she lowered her hands to fumble with his belt buckle. Within seconds she had it undone and he heard the soft snick of his zipper being lowered. Just a short instant later, he felt the touch of her fingers on his cock.
Oh, damn. The woman knew exactly how to make a man stand up and take notice. She squeezed his balls gently with one hand while her other traced the big vein along the side of his rock-hard erection. She closed her fist around his shaft, using her hand to trace a blazing path from his groin to the tip of his cock.
If she kept that up, this was going to be a very one-sided event.
Reluctantly letting go of her beautifully rounded ass, he moved his hands between them and unfastened her jeans, spreading them open. He laid his palm flat on her soft belly, then slid it lower, exploring the bountiful flesh beneath his fingers. If he’d conjured her up from his wet dreams, she couldn’t have been more perfect. Not some stick figure from one of those stupid magazine ads, this woman was all curves and softly melting flesh.
When he slid his hand down to cup her mound, he could feel the warm heat radiating from her core. Oh yeah. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
Fleetingly, it crossed his mind that she wasn’t this hot just because he was so handsome, or sexy. She barely knew him. Any warm male body would be fine with her. She just wanted to be fucked.
He dismissed the disturbing thought as quickly as it had appeared and dipped one finger through the soft folds guarding her entrance. So long as she was willing, he intended to take full advantage of the situation. He tweaked the soft bundle of nerves at her center and was rewarded with a strangled yelp.
“Oh, yes! Now! I need you inside me. Now!” The desperate edge to her voice acted like an aphrodisiac, spurring him into action. Spreading both hands on her hips, he pulled her jeans down to expose her completely. Her pants slid to her ankles in a puddle of denim, and he ran his hands over her nicely rounded butt, gratified at the feel of warm flesh on flesh. The sensation was so damn amazing he almost forgot his cardinal rule.
Safety, first and always.
“Shit.” He let go of her, ignoring the pained whimper and dug into his back pocket for his wallet. Drawing it out, he opened it and extracted the emergency condom he always kept there.
“Let me.” Fiona reached down to slip her boots off before stepping out of her jeans. She took the foil packet from him and ripped it open. An enigmatic smile curved her lips as she sheathed him with unseemly haste. “Are we ready now?”
“Damn right we are!” Lifting her up, he sat her naked butt on the edge of the driver’s seat and positioned himself between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex, and he reached down to position his cock at the moist entrance to her sex.
Fiona let out a low sigh, shifting herself forward against him.
Wyatt gritted his teeth, determined to do this right. The seat was just the perfect height. He grasped her hips firmly and slowly skewered her with his rock-hard cock. Damn, she was tight! He could feel the muscles inside her slick channel grasping at his cock, urging him deeper and deeper.
Fiona wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles against the small of his back, and using that leverage to urge him on.
To hell with taking it slow and easy. Tonight he wasn’t a gentleman, he was a biker dude and he might as well act like one.
Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing with her first story. Then just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission to them. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.
Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.