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His Big Mountain Axe by Madison Faye

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Title: His Big Mountain Axe
Author: Madison Faye
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Photography: Wander Aguiar

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Releasing at 99¢ for the duration of promos, and in KU. Book 4 in the Blackthorn Mountain Men series, but completely a standalone book.

Beard? Check. Alpha as hell? Check. Huge, hard lumber? Very check.

The biggest outlaw on the mountain has his sights on one woman, and he’s carrying a very big axe…

Beast. Monster. Outlaw. I’ve been called a lot of things, but let me promise you, a knight in shining armor ain’t f*ckin’ one of them.

But when the man I’m supposed to kill lays a hand on her – the firecracker cocktail waitress with the soft lips and the sweet curves that make my pine tree grow – there’s no way I’m not stepping in.


Beautiful, blonde, tempting as hell. She’s got a body that was made for me to claim, and legs that were born to spread around my bike. Or my waist.

But I’m a man with a mission – a blood vendetta that has to be paid. Mixing it up with Larkin is a bad idea at best. At worst, it might get us killed. But once I feel that sweet little body of hers pressed against mine with my chopper rumbling between her legs, I know there ain’t a chance in hell I’m letting her go.


I’m not here to save her. I’m here to take her – over my bike and across my bed.


Pretty little Larkin is about to get a taste of how a real man claims his woman. Because up on my mountain, I carry a big axe.


…And I know how to use it.


#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, steamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

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Hothead by Stella Rhys

Title: Hothead

An Irresistible Series Standalone

Author: Stella Rhys
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Vivian Monir

Release Date: April 3, 2018
He’s the hottest
player in Major League Baseball, the most notorious playboy in all of
And my fake fiancé
for the next three months.
I was drunk-dialing my ex the night I met him.
Six-three, sexy as sin and so incredibly rude I could smack the asshole
smirk right off his face. Long story short, we got off to a bad start. But when
the tabloids interpret our sparring as Drew Maddox “groveling
with a “mystery brunette,” his agent presents us both a
Shacking up as a couple this summer.
It’s an alleged “win-win.” I need to prove to my ex that I’m fine. Drew
needs to prove to his team that he’s stable. Thanks to his on-field brawling
and never-ending lady drama, Drew Maddox has suddenly found himself on the
trade block – which means he needs a fast, easy way to show the team that he’s
settled down.
Hence this fiancé thing. 
Our fights are real, our kisses are fake, and thanks to the nonstop
heat between us, I’m starting to mix up all my signs. But whether it’s real or
fake, there’s one thing I do know:
I’m already addicted.
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Author Bio
Stella Rhys is an author of contemporary romance and can’t
help but write it hot, steamy and borderline filthy (just kidding, it’s just
flat-out filthy). Writing aside, she lives for coffee, the Knicks, the Yankees
and cooking recipes way out of her league. She was born and raised in New York
and now lives there with her husband and charmingly entitled fur babies.
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Where Bad Girls Go to Fall by Holly Renee

Release Date: March 21, 2018

Cover Design: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design



Nothing good came from listening to my heart.

It was careless and irrational and became way too invested when I read a romance novel.

So I put her under lock and key.

I only had a few rules, and I always stuck with them.

1. Never get attached.

2. Always run before the feels become contagious.

3. No matter what, under no circumstances, never fall in love.

He was a playboy who ran by the same set of rules.

What we had together was fun, it was hot, and it was temporary.

Until he screwed everything up.

We were never meant to be each other’s happily ever after, but the harder I tried to push him away, the further I fell.





“Oh, fuck.” Oh, God. “What were we thinking?” This was crazy. I paced around my wrecked room and gripped my hair in my hands.

“Calm down.” His voice was gruff as he buttoned his jeans, and I was momentarily distracted by the muscles that disappeared into those jeans like a map. I was in so much trouble.

“Calm down? Calm down? I just fucked my best friend’s brother. How am I supposed to calm down?”

He just smirked at me, and even though the damn curve of his lips made my thighs tighten involuntarily, I wanted to kill him for how calm he was.

“You have to get out of here before everyone sees you.” I looked up at the little clock on the wall and cringed. How in the hell had we managed to spend the entire night together when it had only felt like minutes? “Your sister and Parker will be here in an hour.”

He pulled his t-shirt down over his shoulders, and I winced when I saw his tattoo. I hadn’t cleaned it. I hadn’t wrapped it. Instead, I just got on top of him and rode him like I had lost my damn mind.

“Hold on.” I slid gloves onto my hands before grabbing more supplies out of my drawers. He let me lift his shirt, and he only winced slightly when I squirted the cold solution against his skin. He watched me intently as I covered his tattoo and pressed the tape against his skin.

“Here are the care instructions for your tattoo.” I handed him a little card that had all the instructions. “Make sure that you…”

“I’ll leave on one condition.”

My eyes jerked up to his. “What condition?”

“Kiss me.”

God, I watched his lips as he said the words, and there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do more. But that was why this wasn’t a good idea. He had to know. He had to see the damn line we were crossing.

“This isn’t a good idea, Mason.”

“I think it’s a little late for that. Don’t you think?”

I shook my head so I would stop staring at his mouth. A mouth that was surrounded by his scruffy beard. A mouth that I had no business looking at and sure as hell had no business kissing. “I don’t date.”

“Great.” He pulled his boots onto his feet, and I realized I was still standing there in my bra. “Neither do I.”

His grin was so intoxicating that I knew I would easily become lost in it if I wasn’t careful.

I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped into my jeans. My panties were nowhere to be seen.

“I’m not going to be your fuck buddy.”

He watched me as he leaned against the wall. “Fine. Then we can just be buddies.”

“Buddies.” I rolled my eyes as I slipped my feet into my shoes.

“Yea. You know? Friends.” His eyes were twinkling, and even though I knew how bad of an idea this was, my blood heated at the mischief that sparked in his eyes.

“Friends sure as hell don’t kiss each other.”

“You’re right.” He nodded his head slowly. “Just give me one last kiss then we shall enter the friend zone that is impossible to escape.”

I took a tentative step toward him and his grin only widened.

“One more kiss.”

He watched every step that brought me closer to him. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“Then this little game that we’ve been playing is over.”

“Done.” He reached his hands out and gripped mine as he jerked my body roughly into his. My core tightened and he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

He dipped his head low, and he ran his nose along the skin of my neck. Chill bumps broke out across my skin. His bottom lip touched the edge of my ear lobe, and I bit down on my own lip because I refused to give him even one more whimper.

“I won. You know?” His teeth bit down on my ear lobe.

“You ass.” I pushed my hands against his chest to get away from him, but he wasn’t having any of it. Instead, his fingers slid to my jaw, tipping my face back so I had no choice but to look up at him.

His smirk was gone from his face as he stared down at me. As he looked over every inch of my face like he was trying to memorize this moment, memorize me. He pressed his thumb against my bottom lip dragging it down as he watched the movement then his mouth devoured mine.

It didn’t matter that it was a goodbye kiss. That it was our last kiss.

It somehow fueled me more than any kiss that we had shared all night. Somehow it tore into every part of me. Every part of me screamed to not let him leave.

But I knew that none of that was logical.

I wasn’t this girl. I wasn’t the hopeless romantic who got butterflies from a one night stand.

But as soon as I thought the words, my chest ached. I had plenty of one night stands in my life. This didn’t feel like that. Even if it was completely foolish to think it, this felt like something more.

He gripped my hair in his hand and pushed my head back so I was completely open to him as he devoured my mouth.

And when he pulled away, I instantly felt this loss.

I wasn’t even sure who I was as I lifted my fingers to my mouth and ran them over the tingle that still lingered there.

He looked as completely dazed as I did. Lost in whatever the fuck this was.


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Bookaholic, firm believer in grand gestures, and obsessed with happily ever afters.

Holly Renee was born and raised in a small town in Tennessee where she lives with her husband and three fur-babies, Luna, Dobby, and Bellatrix. (Yes. She has a slight obsession with Harry Potter.)

Holly is a contemporary romance author who released her debut novel, Letting Go (The Garage Series, Book 1) in August 2015. Her second novel, Breaking Down (The Garage Series, Book 2) was released in March 2016.

Holly’s newest release, Where Good Girls Go to Die (The Good Girls Series, Book 1) releases on April 13th. Where Good Girls Go to Die is a sexy, second chance romance novel that features a swoon-worthy tattooed bad boy and a woman he doesn’t see coming the second time around.

During the day, Holly spends her time as a nurse, but once she gets home, she falls deep into her passion of reading and writing.


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Neighborhood Watch by Stylo Fantôme



Title: Neighborhood Watch

Series: Twin Estates #4

Author: Stylo Fantôme
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

Release Date: March 19, 2018
Rules to Join The
Neighborhood Watch:
1. If you see something, say something

2. Report all illegal activities to the authorities

3. Do not associate with criminals

4. And certainly don’t fall for them!

Tori Bellows is a really good friend. She’s always there when a shoulder is
needed to cry on, to give dating advice, or for a good ol’ time. Now, though,
Tori is the one who needs a shoulder to lean on when she’s in a tough spot. But
all of her friends are too busy with their own lives.

Enter the Twin Estates’ resident bad boy, Landon Edenhoff. When he offers her
an all expenses paid vacation, she’s immediately suspicious – he’s rarely nice
and his intentions are never good. But she’s ready for a change of scenery and
knows she can give as good as she gets from Mr. Rude & Nasty himself.

After all, how bad could this neighbor really be?

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Author Bio
Crazy woman
from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since … forever? Yeah, that sounds about
right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see
shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m
clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs
more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I
do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the
year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a
curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t
understand me.
Yeah. I
think that about sums me up.
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The Troublemaker by Lili Valente



Title: The Troublemaker
Author: Lili Valente
Genre: Sexy Romantic Comedy/Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Bootstrap Designs

Photo: Perrywinkle Photography

Release Date: April 23, 2018


They say Rafe Hunter
is trouble with a capital T.
I say—bring it on.

As long as Trouble comes in a package as delicious as Rafe’s, I’m ready to
climb on his Harley and ride all night long—and I’m not just talking about his

I can hide out until the scandal with my evil ex blows over AND have a wild
rebound at the same time. Besides, I’ve got no heart left to break. My ex made
sure of that.

As long as Rafe and I keep our no-strings fling from our families, what can
possibly go wrong?


This is so damned wrong.I don’t do drama, and this thing with Carrie Haverford has Bad News written all
over it. After one red-hot kiss, I know I should cut and run.

Instead I take her home, take her in her car, take her to the beach and make
her scream louder than the crashing waves. And then I take her so far into my
heart I don’t see how I’m ever going to let her go.

The say the bigger and badder they are, the harder they fall. But when I fall
for a girl with third degree love burns, how can I convince her that fire is a
good thing?

This sexy Standalone
romance will make you laugh, melt, and fall madly in love. 
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Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.

These days you can find her writing in a tent beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty thoughts.

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Menace by Laramie Briscoe



Title: Menace
A Moonshine Task Force Series Novel
Author: Laramie Briscoe
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 9, 2018

Mason “Menace”
“Single and ready to mingle……”

Those are the words above every picture of almost every female that strikes my
interest on this dating app my son talked me into getting. After being a single
dad for seventeen years, I’m ready to spread my wings, just not with most of
the co-eds who keep hitting on me and calling me daddy.

Now that Caleb’s in his Senior year of high school, I feel like I can let go of
the iron-clad control I’ve had on myself without his Mom in our lives. I’ve
enjoyed raising him, love the relationship we have, and while he went off the
rails for a bit last year, we’re closer than we’ve ever been. He’s got a full
ride to the University of Alabama, and I’ve settled into my spot with the
Moonshine Task Force.

But my son doesn’t warm my bed, he isn’t someone I can share my dreams with,
and he’s not the person I want to grow old with by my side. I’m not sure who
that is yet, but the smokin’ hot lady going by the name BeachBum83 definitely
has every single bit of my interest.

Karina Holland

“Looking for a good time, maybe more…..”

Those were the lamest words I ever typed in my life, but it was the best I had
for the dating app my friend, Violet talked me into joining. I didn’t have any
high hopes for myself. As a High School English teacher, I’m sick of pervy
Dad’s hitting on me when they come in to discuss their child’s lack of
motivation to read the classics and apply themselves.

Until the day Mason Harrison walks into my classroom. I had no idea Caleb’s Dad
was the man I met off that dating app who showed me how flexible I really am in
the back of his Jeep. Within minutes of the parent/teacher conference he proved
the sparks weren’t one-time only when we christened my desk.

Mason and Caleb? They touch a part of my heart that no one’s ever touched
before, and when a threat from the past shows up, I prove just how tough I
really am.


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Laramie Briscoe is the best-selling author of the Heaven Hill Series & the Rockin’ Country Series.Since self-publishing her first book in May of 2013, Laramie Briscoe has published over 10 books. She’s appeared on the Top 100 Bestselling E-books Lists on iBooks, Amazon Kindle, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble. She’s been called “a very young Maya Banks” (Amazon reviewer) and her books have been accused of being “sexy, family-oriented, romances with heart”.

When she’s not writing alpha males who seriously love their women, she loves spending time with friends, reading, and marathoning shows on her DVR. Married to her high school sweetheart, Laramie lives in Bowling Green, KY with her husband (the Travel Coordinator) and a sometimes crazy cat named Beau.

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Spark by S.L. Scott



Title: Spark
Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: RBA Designs

Release Date: February 22, 2018




One break is all The Crow Brothers need and we’re
about to get it.
Johnny Outlaw, rock legend and lead singer of
The Resistance, is here to watch us play. But he’s not the only familiar face
in the crowd—killer little body, heart-shaped face, and drop-dead gorgeous.
Hannah Nichols sitting at the bar makes it
hard to concentrate, sparks already reigniting. The beauty was never a groupie
and tonight she’s not here to catch our show. She came to drop a bomb. “You
have a son.”
She underestimated me. I’ll prove to my son, and
, that I can be the dad he needs.
What is it about musicians? Why are they so damn
My heart was Jet Crow’s the moment he opened
his sexy mouth and sang that first song. One stolen night with that man would
never be enough, but I’m not here to fall into his bed. Again. I’m here
to fight for custody of a son he’s never known.
There’s just one problem. Those sparks between us have become flames. If we’re not careful we’re
both going to get burned.
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Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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Gods & Monsters by Saffron A. Kent



Title: Gods & Monsters
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

Cover Design: Najla Qamber

Photo: Wander Aguiar

Release Date: February 22, 2018

He was
an artist. She was his muse.
To everyone in town, Abel Adams was the devil’s spawn, a boy who never should
have been born. A monster.

To twelve year-old Evie Hart, he was just a boy with golden hair, soft t-shirts
and a camera. A boy who loved taking her picture and sneaking her chocolates
before dinner. A boy who made her feel special.

Despite her family’s warnings, she loved him in secret for six years. They met
in empty classrooms and kissed in darkened church closets. Until they couldn’t.

Until the time came to choose between love and family, and Evie chose Abel.

Because their love was worth the risk. Their love was the stuff of legend.

But the thing about legends is that they are cautionary tales. They are made of
choices and mistakes. And for Abel and Evie, the artist and the muse, those
mistakes come in the form of lights, camera, sex.

NOTE: This is NOT a paranormal or a priest romance.



Abel drops
his head on my shoulder with a sigh and places soft but wet kisses on my
“The minute
you turn eighteen, I’m picking you up, throwing you over my shoulder and
driving you down to the nearest courthouse so you can say I do,” he rumbles, still kissing me, tattooing those words on my
My hands
bury themselves in his hair as my back arches toward him, craving the rough
terrain of his chest against my soft, rounded breasts, shooting sparks all
haven’t even asked me n-nicely, yet,” I whimper, baring my throat to his
exploring mouth. He hasn’t. It’s been over a year since he brought it up at the
treehouse and I told him no. Since then, he likes to joke about it but he’s yet
to ask me formally.
“I don’t
have to. I already know the answer.”
“A little
too cocky, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah,
that’s definitely what I am.” He chuckles, sucking in the skin of my neck,
making me shiver and blush. Oops. Double entendre.
The way
he’s tugging on my skin is translating into a melty tugging down below. “Abel,
no. That’s gonna leave a mark.”
He growls
and looks up. The brown of his eyes is completely gone, a drop of honey drowned
by a black lake of desire. “One day I’m gonna kiss you in the front of the
whole world and if they don’t like it then fuck them.”
I read the
frustration in his tone, the suppressed anger, and it hurts my heart. No one
should be made to hide their love. No one. It’s too pure, too beautiful to ever
keep hidden. I caress his pulsing jaw. “Okay. Kiss me at our wedding, then. In
front of the whole world.”
A slow
smile spreads over his lips and I want to fill my mouth with it. “So, you
saying yes?”
I shake my
head at him and give him a smirk. “Maybe.”
He plants a
hard kiss on my mouth. “Kidnapping you it is, then.”
“Oh my God,
you’re crazy.” I laugh.
But he
swallows it up with his mouth. He’s kissing me, really kissing me. Like, he’s lost all patience with me and he
can’t be a good guy anymore. He needs to be bad. He needs to suck both my lips
into his mouth and drink my flavor straight from the tap. He needs to bite into
my flesh to get to it, dig his way inside the pores and fuse us together.
Author Bio
of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World. 
Saffron is a big believer in love (obviously). She believes in happily ever
after, the butterflies and the tingling. But she also believes in edgy, rough
and gutsy kind of love. She believes in pushing the boundaries, darker
(sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love she writes about is flawed just like her characters. And she
hopes by the end of it, you’ll come to root for them just as much as she does.
Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.

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Loner by Janine Infante Bosco

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A man who can’t visualize his future will always revert to his past.
To where he came from and all the ways he failed.
The murder and mayhem that changed his life and darkened his soul.
The legacy of who he is will burn through his veins and ominously guide him to hell.
A place where he pays not only for his sins but the sins of his father as well.
A hustler by nature, a loner by choice, I am the spawn of Satan.
I am Lincoln Brandt and I am the son of Cain.


Reckless and rebellious, I’ve spent most of my life running away from one mistake only to chase another.
At the end of my rope with nowhere left to turn, I’m about to make the biggest one of all.
Face to face with the bastard who broke me, I lay it all on the line for him.
My heart and my life.
Heaven is overrated and the ride to Hell doesn’t have to be lonely.
The stakes are high.
The risk great.
It’s do or die.
Together we’ll ride.
Forever we’ll burn.

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When you wake up from a coma and are told there is a fifty-fifty shot of you walking again, it’s hard to think about anything else. Nothing mattered after that. Not the reasons I joined the Satan’s Knights MC or why I took up permanent residency in Brooklyn. I didn’t give a fuck about the men who I proudly called my brothers or the legacy of Cain. All that consumed me was misery and suicidal thoughts.
At twenty-six years old, I had already lived longer than I should have.
Longer than I deserved.
I had survived both parents, my first love and the heartbreak of losing Pinky. I hustled and conned more people than I can count and pulled the trigger on more than a dozen lives and still, that wasn’t enough sins for the devil to call me home.
Well, I wasn’t about to live the rest of my life in a chair. Riding was all I had left in this world and now that was gone too. Everyone has a breaking point and having to ask one of my brothers to hold my dick whenever I took a piss was mine.
I certainly wasn’t thinking about my finances or lack of health insurance. When I learned the hospital was looking to throw my ass on the street—crippled and all—it was the final nail in the coffin and another reason to end it the nightmare.
However, committing suicide was a hard feat for me thanks to Jack Parrish. The former right hand of my father had a rotation of brothers guarding over me. Between the sea of leather and the constant flow of doctors and nurses, I was never alone long enough to go through with my plan.
It became impossible once Wolf got wind of the hospital’s intentions to throw me into some state-funded rehab. The son of a bitch came riding in on his white horse to save the day, taking a mortgage on a house he owned free and clear. Not only did he pay my outstanding medical bills but, he also cut them a check for my last surgery where they removed the rods from my legs.
If this was a movie, now would be the part where I tell you I miraculously walked after that and all is well. However, this is no mainline cinema production and after the rods were out of my legs all that changed was the fact one leg had healed better than the other. Which meant I could balance twenty pounds of weight on my good leg. I’m six foot three and a hundred and ninety pounds—you do the math.
I regained mild sensation in my limbs but, that don’t matter much either. They still feel like dead weight every time the physical therapist tries to get me moving.
With no surgical procedure left to try, I’m being discharged from the hospital and the fate of my legs relies on an hourly paid therapist who doesn’t really give two flying fucks if I walk again. The doctors here have also referred me to a shrink—apparently, it’s alarming when a crippled bastard doesn’t clap his hands in elation after finding out he’s being discharged. I suppose to them fresh air is a mediocre consolation prize.
After being locked inside a hospital for months, one might look forward to being thrown into the world that chewed him up and spat him out. He might even find comfort at the thought of going home but, I didn’t have a home. All I had was a room in the Satan’s Knights clubhouse and like my legs, the explosion left my home, my bed and all my belongings in ruins.
Upon my arrival to the concrete jungle, I along, with the three nomads Wolf managed to turn, all took a room in the clubhouse. After the explosion, I heard Styker, Cobra, and Deuce had relocated to a motel. However, as a man who has been stripped of his independence, that wasn’t an option for me. The motel wasn’t wheelchair accessible and even if it was, I needed someone to help me wipe my ass. Wolf, of course, thought that someone should be him and while I’ve been wiggling my toes like a trained chimp at the circus, he had his other monkey’s—Stryker, Cobra, and Deuce— turn his house into a crippled man’s oasis.
Now, it’s discharge day. The papers have been signed and instead of rolling out of here on my Harley, there is shiny new wheelchair that offensively awaits me and a bag of clothes sitting on the foot of my bed that I refuse to have the nurse help me put on.
If I don’t comply maybe they’ll throw me on the street like yesterdays trash and be done with me.
A knock sounds on the door, dragging me away from my thoughts. I’m about to tell the nurse to go fuck off somewhere when I hear Wolf’s deep voice echo off the sterile walls.
“Why the fuck are you still wearing that dress?” he growls, curling his lip as he eyes my hospital gown with disdain. “Riggs is downstairs waiting with the cage.”
He grabs the bag of clothes sitting at the foot of the bed and dumps them onto my lap.
“The fucking clown charges by the hour,” he adds, clapping his hands together.
And you thought I was being a smart ass when I said we’re all his monkey’s.
A sane man would think better than to argue with Wolf.  After all, he didn’t get his name because he had the disposition of a lamb. Like a master predator, he lives amongst the wild and silently stalks in the shadows. He destroys anything that stands in his way and defends what he holds dear. Loyal to a fault, he is the heart of the Satan’s Knights.
He’s also a glutton for punishment.
But, so am I.
A fact we both surrender as we continue to stare at one another. This isn’t his first attempt at saving me when I don’t want to be saved.
“I’m not going,” I tell him definitely as I swipe my hand across my lap and send the bag flying off it.
“The fuck you talking about?” he grinds out, combing his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. The times have changed. Murder and mayhem have hardened Wolf and as a result, his patience has thinned.
“I should’ve died in that explosion,” I tell him. Balling my fist, I lift it and pound it against the center of my chest as I glare at him. “I wanted to die,” I reveal. “But, no one asked me what I wanted. No one gave me a fucking choice.”
Stryker pulled me from the debris.
Jack Parrish and his vice president, Blackie, gave consent every time they sliced me open.
And if it was up to Wolf, he’d keep tugging on those puppet strings.
“I’m done letting you motherfuckers play God. From here on out, I decide what happens to me.”
“Let’s get something straight, kid,” Wolf growls. “I didn’t lie to my brothers and sacrifice my loyalty to my club for nothing. I put my life on the line for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to,” I remind him.
“No, your mother did and before your father killed himself, I swore that if you or she ever needed anything I would make sure you got it,” he fires back.
The instant the words leave his lips, he lifts his chin. Regret fills his eyes and apparent frustration wears on his face as I narrow my eyes.
“I thought my father died from hepatitis.”
“You and the rest of the world,” he mutters, scratching the scruff lining his jaw.
I’ve always known my father was a dangerous man. Being the former president of the Satan’s Knights motorcycle club, he was no choir boy. He was a criminal. a hellion who lied, cheated and stole from others. A stone-cold killer with ice in his veins.
Since a young age, the story of his death had been ingrained in my brain and it goes like this, Cain was a drug addict. Years of swapping dirty needles finally caught up to the menace and he contracted Hepatitis C. Two years after he was diagnosed, he learned he also had liver cancer. The doctors gave him six to eight weeks. He survived two.
It’s the story my mother told me anytime I asked about my old man.
The very same tale Wolf has spun for the last eight years. I never had a reason to doubt him. Especially when every man wearing a reaper backed him with the same story. Sure, Wolf lied through his teeth but, I was never on the receiving end of those lies and every deceitful thing he’s ever said or done was to protect me.
At least that’s what I thought until now.
Until this very moment when all his lies—all the secrets he’s harbored—they pour from his tortured eyes like venom. The exposed truth weighs heavily between us and as before he can spin another bullshit story, I demand the truth.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask angrily.
“I came here for answers,” I remind him. “You were on the balls of your ass, desperate to save what my old man created and, I offered myself to you on a silver fucking platter. I figured I’d repay my debt and in the process, I’d learn more about the man who fathered me. All I got in return was a rap sheet a mile long, more faceless enemies and a fucking wheelchair. I’ve undergone the knife more times than I can count and, I can’t fucking walk. You owe me something!”
Silence engulfs the room as I watch Wolf take two steps toward me, closing the distance between us. Leveling me with a glare, he rolls his neck from side to side. It’s the first time I fear what will come from his mouth but, I’ll never admit that.
“Lies,” he calls, pointing an accusing finger at me. “Yeah, I was desperate. Yeah, I took you up on your offer but, don’t for one second tell me it was to repay a debt. I never asked you for a goddamn thing. Everything I did for you was done without ever expecting something in return. You chose to hightail it out of North Carolina because you fell for my niece and you needed an excuse to ease your fucking conscience after bailing on her. You want truth? You want answers? You’re a fucking pussy just like your old man,” he roars.
Anger rolls off him stunning me into silence. It’s not the vulgar comparison to my father that shocks me. It’s the fact Wolf knows about my relationship with Kelly. I thought I did a good job hiding my feelings for her. After all, I had succeeded in making her believe she was nothing more than a willing a body. A much needed distraction to pass the time. A reason to move on with a life I was tired of living.
She never knew she was everything that forced my vital organs to work.
The air that inflated my lungs.
The blood that pulsed through my veins.
And when I closed my eyes, she was the glimpse of heaven I never deserved.
She was everything but the only one who knew that was me.
Me, and now Wolf.
“Wipe that look of surprise off your fucking face,” he growls, gripping the side rail of the hospital bed. His knuckles turn white and I imagine he’s wishing it was my neck he’s strangling. “I knew it from the moment she stormed into Sin’s chapel that first day. I knew it when you looked at her and saw a piece of yourself.”
His words are like gravity to my memory, pulling me down and grounding me back in time to the day I first laid eyes on Kelly Monroe.
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One Wild Ride by Elizabeth Lynx



Title: One Wild Ride
A Cake Love Series Novel
Author: Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Romantic Suspense

Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx

Release Date: February 19, 2018


It was one little illegal entry into a billionaire’s
home. What could possibly go wrong?

Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who
likes to have fun with men — in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves
on — until she tries to sneak into one man’s apartment only to discover he
knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but
is he worth hanging around for?
Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother
hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love —
with a painting — and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her
work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.


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Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you
own the building?”
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and
down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know,
phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it,
baby, work my building.”
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make
sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference
room, didn’t walk in.
“Jesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny
eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and
free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to
her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s
wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted
to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same
thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed
her years ago.
I nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe
even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in
an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick
first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
“So, no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We should keep this professional. How we started off
meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on
gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted
to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I
know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life
than not at all.
“Fair enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned
in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild.
Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do
it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it
by being too afraid to touch her.
“Of course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as
smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my
grip, would she give?
“There, now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to
where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her.
That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give
me what she knew I wanted.
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Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She’s a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn’t have to fold laundry.

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