#ReleaseTour “Running from Memphis” by Tisha S. Stow

 

 

Running from Memphis, a debut novel by Tisha S. Stow

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Genre: Contemporary Romance/MC

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NAVY:

Navy has felt misunderstood and alone her entire life, with the exception of the demons she fights daily inside of her mind.
Marrying a man she thought she knew only ended up in her fighting more than just her demons.
As if the hell in her life isn’t enough, the one and only thing in her life that’s good, her five year old son Liam is diagnosed with cancer, crushing what’s left of her fragile heart.

MEMPHIS:

Memphis knows that the MC life isn’t for everyone, but he loves it. This is his family now, being as his blood family was taken from him and his teenage sister one horrific night.
A home invasion that left a bloody mess, one he will never forget, turning his world upside-down.
Being hell bent on revenge and out of control led him to his position as the Sergeant at Arms for the Guardian Angels.

Neither want a relationship, maybe just a little fun. So, what happens when fate has other plans? Maybe the fun has just begun.
Will Memphis get use to the saucy mouthed, unstable creature that is Navy?
How does Navy feel about being brought back into the biker world, when she knows the pain that world can bring?

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Meet the Author

Tisha grew up in the small town of Gillsville, Ga. She’s a huge introvert, most would say all four categories. Always had a passion for writing, mostly poetry throughout her younger years. Writing her first poem in the second grade, and even at that age she was socially awkward and embarrassed to be noticed or acknowledged. She started reading and writing more as she reached her late twenties and now it has become a huge part of her life. Her heart though belongs to her two year old son, Declan. A miracle in her life that she was told she would never have. She is an only child who loves her mother and father dearly. She has two more very special people in her life as well. Sudie and Sarah read everything she writes and give her the honest feedback she needs. They motivate her and push her to be a better version of herself even when her depression is at it’s worst. She fights her demons daily, but refuses to give up.

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#BookSale “Scrap: A Steel Bones Motorcycle Club Romance” by Cate C. Wells

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He did ten years for me. Now he’s free. This is supposed to be happy ever after, so why does it feel like disaster?

Crista

Scrap Allanbach is a living legend to the Steel Bones MC. A vigilante hero. Ten years ago, he gave up his freedom for me. I never asked him to. Now he’s back, with some idea about how it’s gonna be. He’s wrong. Things are different now. I’m not the same girl he knew. After what happened, I’ll never be that person again. Not with the baggage I carry and the secrets I keep.

Scrap

I’ve waited ten years to make Crista Holt mine. I came back expecting to claim the girl I fell in love with, but that girl is gone. I hardly recognize the woman in front of me now. She thinks I’ll give up, walk away, but I’m not that kind of man. She’s been mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, and I don’t give up what’s mine. All I need is time, and she’ll see how it is.

But when the past rises up and old enemies ride again, we’re out of time, and it might not be ghosts from the past that destroy our future. It might be the secrets between us.

Scrap is a 58,000-word motorcycle club romance. It’s the third book in the Steel Bones Motorcycle Club series, but it takes place at the same time as Nickel’s Story, and it can be read out of order. This novel is intended for adult readers (18+) due to violence, triggers, strong language, and explicit intimate scenes.

WARNING: This novel contains graphic details of a violent crime.

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#ReleaseBlitz “Justice (Young Outlaws Book 2)” by T.L. Wainwright

Justice (Young Outlaws 2) by T.L. Wainwright

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Genre: Women’s Adult Fiction/ MC Romance/Romantic Suspense

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Synopsis

Even with the prospect of doing prison time hanging over his head, and trouble brewing within the motorcycle club he grew up in, Wesson (Mammoth) Gunner has only one thing on his mind. Dana Donovan.

With her quirky, unconventional looks, she is a distraction that the Road Captain of the Young Outlaws doesn’t need.

Despite a friendship between a biker and a teenage girl being ludicrous, not to mention unorthodox, when Wesson receives her cry for help he’s unable to walk away.

Being a 1%er and breaking the law is nothing new. But when you’re accused of a crime that you didn’t commit; all you want is JUSTICE.

Meet the Author

T.L Wainwright lives in Leeds, West Yorkshire, England with her long-suffering husband and daughter. She loves nothing more than curling up with her kindle or stroking and petting her every growing collection of signed paperbacks. By day, works as export manager. By night, a writer of hot and saucy romances, some a little dark, but each with angst, humour and a whole lot of sexy stuff. Lots of alpha males and strong women.

T.L loves everything that the book world has to offer including the charismatic fans, bloggers and authors who continue to amaze her. Writing and publishing her work has been a total revelation.

Her moto… Dreams Are Real, Imagination A Necessity – Love to Read. Live to Write.

T.L even has the tattoo to prove it.

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#PromoTour “Lil Mama” by Michel Prince & Wren McCabe

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LIL’ MAMA

BY MICHEL PRINCE & WREN MCCABE

Hop on and enjoy the ride.

In book two of Steel MC Montana Charter: Pete “Cass” Coe, is a guy who doesn’t settle for just one woman, which earned him the road name “Cass” short for casanova. Newly patched into the Steel MC Montana Chapter, he’s learning to fit in and become truly a part of the MC world.

Amelia Green, four months pregnant and fearful of her live-in boyfriend, Roger, ends up in the hospital with a broken leg. Additional complications have her in the ICU where, fearing for her children’s safety, she confides to a nurse about the violence Roger bestowed upon her.

After the Steel MC is contacted regarding Amelia, they head out for a long trip to bring Amelia back to the ranch to see to her healing. During the trip back to the ranch, Cass finds himself drawn to the injured woman. Nicknaming her “Lil’ Mama”, he finds himself her primary protector. For Amelia, having a man who allows her to make mistakes and call her beautiful on her worst day, dares the soon to be mother the right to dream of a place for herself and children.

Cass knows the women they are set to save are damaged and need time to heal. Consequences be damned, though, he wants to fight for her.

What happens when Amelia, like all the other women, is required to leave and never return to the MC once they’re healed? Will Cass be able to let her go?

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ABOUT MICHEL PRINCE & WREN MCCABE

USA Today Bestselling author, Michel Prince, graduated with a bachelor’s degree in history and political science. Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.
With characters yelling “It’s my turn damn it!!!” She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have to wait their turn. She knows they’ll eventually find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.
When Michel suppresses the voices in her head, she can be found cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She owes a huge thanks to her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.
 Michel was awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers in 2013 and 2014, and Sweetest Romance at IRAE 2015.
 She resides in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, and dogs, Bolt and Sawyer.

Wren McCabe lives in the northern United States. She also has a German shepherd who resides with her as her constant companion and service dog. 
Wren’s dream is to write full-time and enjoy her many hobbies. Which includes reading, riding or driving her own motorcycle, big trucks and fast cars, hiking, fishing, canoeing, camping, and spending long periods of time with her kids and grandkids.

#ReleaseBlitz “Tool (Ruthless Kings Book 3)” by K.L. Savage

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Ruthless Kings MC, Book 3
Romantic Suspense, MC Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2020
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Being the VP of the Ruthless Kings has made me jaded and scarred, a savage bloodthirsty beast.
Grit, pain, blood, the three constants in my life.
Love?
I wouldn’t burden anyone with loving me. I’m a hard man to love.
Until she walks through the garage doors, looking perfect in her little blue dress and high heels.
She’s neat and clean and too damn good for me, but I’m determined to get her filthy.
Then Reaper reminds me of the debt I owe him, and the fine is costly—stay away from the woman whose voice is a song.
Because her father is the sheriff of Vegas, and he fucking hates us.
Come to find out, the sheriff is a bit crooked, which unlocks a whole new set of rules in my playbook. And I have the right tools to break all of them.
Do I go against my Prez again for my little sparrow? Or do I let her fly away?

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Other Book sin the Ruthless Kings MC Series:
Reaper’s Rise
Ruthless Kings MC, Prequel
Published: March 2020
Nothing can end before it begins.
My beginning started with the death of my best friend.
And the kid he left behind…
I had no idea what to do.
But I made a promise. Jenkins was my responsibility.
But he wasn’t the only one I had.
Raising a kid while being the President of the Ruthless Kings MC?
The club had as much influence over him as I did.
But somehow we made him a man his father would be proud of.
Then his sister showed up… Covered in bruises. Fighting for her life.
Her attacker is going to learn a lesson he will never forget.
Nothing is more dangerous than a woman with the Ruthless Kings by her side.
Reaper
Ruthless Kings MC, Book 1
Published: April 2020
My dead best friend’s daughter and the woman that haunts my dreams are one and the same.
For the last two years, I’ve told myself she’s off-limits
That a man like me, can’t be with a woman her age.
Then my little maniac turned eighteen.
And I gave in to my temptation.
I shouldn’t have, but now it’s too late.
She’s mine now, and I’ll never let her go.
Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her.
He’s forgetting it’s my job to protect her. Mine.
Now, I’m going to burn this city to the ground.
I’ll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.
Authors Note: While it’s possible to start the Ruthless Kings MC series with Reaper, book 1, you may have a more enjoyable reader experience if you begin with Reaper’s Rise, the Ruthless Kings MC prequel. You can download your free copy by visiting my author page.
Boomer
Ruthless Kings MC, Book 2
Published: May 2020
I left my life behind me.
My sister.
My MC.
I need room to breathe and room to think, to make my own choices and to own my mistakes.
Bitterness and anger cloud my judgment when it comes to the MC. What is so great about them that I can’t have on the outside? What is so great about the patch?
Death?
Blood?
Fear?
That is all I’ve experienced with the club.
I hated to leave my sister. She’s the only reason I stayed as long as I did.
But it’s time for something new.
And yet, I find myself searching for trouble, wanting—needing to be someone’s savior.I have the best poker face, but when I lay down my winning hand and they shove a girl at me, bound and scared, for my prize, I know I’ve landed in the middle of something bigger than me.The girl? Scarlett Rose.
My reason for being.
My clarity.
I just have to prove it to her.
She needs protection, and I’ll die before they hurt her again.

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About the Author
K.L. Savage is the pseudonym of two friends addicted to rough love, who decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
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#ReleaseBlitz “Three Strikes (Demon Disciples #1)” by Allana Walker

Title: Three Strikes
Series: Demon Disciples Series Book One
Author: Allana Walker
Genre: MC Romance/Suspense
Release Date: June 1, 2020
From the moment I turned fifteen, my life was planned out right down to the man I was to marry one day.

Until one night changed my life for good.

Welcome to the screwed up world of Daria Denver.

Strike One; She walks into my Clubhouse uninvited.

Strike Two; She steals from me.

Strike Three; She keeps a nine-year-old secret from me.

Daria Denver will learn never to piss off a Demons Disciples.

Especially me, Striker Xanders.

SiKReviews 5 stars – “I read this book in one day. It is rough to read some of it, but it had me in tears through it too.”

Beyond the Covers Blog – “I don’t give many 5 🌟 reviews but this fabulous story deserves it!”

Goodreads Review 5 stars – “Though their story is unconventional and doesn’t have a perfect start, it’s theirs and it will keep you on the edge of your seat.”

Allana lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two daughters.

She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; ‘Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should’ve, would’ve, could’ve’s.’

She wants to show, not only her daughters but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.

She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia, and romance.

Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it’s her stress reliever.

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#PreOrderBlitz “Three Strikes (Demon Disciples #1)” by Allana Walker

Title: Three Strikes
Series: Demon Disciples Series Book One
Author: Allana Walker
Genre: MC Romance/Suspense
Release Date: June 1, 2020

From the moment I turned fifteen, my life was planned out right down to the man I was to marry one day.


Until one night changed my life for good.

Welcome to the screwed up world of Daria Denver.

Strike One; She walks into my Clubhouse uninvited.

Strike Two; She steals from me.

Strike Three; She keeps a nine-year-old secret from me.

Daria Denver will learn never to piss off a Demons Disciples.

Especially me, Striker Xanders.

“What the hell have you done?” Dad looks between me and Daria lying on my bed. “Please tell me you haven’t…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. I sit on my chair in the corner of my room, holding the knife, twisting the pointed end on the tip of my finger until blood drips off the edge. I stare at Daria as Dad walks over to check on her. His hand goes to her neck to check her pulse.

“She’s not dead,” I mutter.

“She barely has a pulse, Striker!” he snarls, popping his head out of the door. “Doc, get your ass in here, NOW!”

I hear a stampede of footsteps. Noisy bastards. Doc pushes through the brothers.

“Help this young girl. I don’t need another dead girl on my hands!” I don’t look away from Daria, the mother of my kid.

The lying bitch, lying there, barely breathing. Her words come back to me; You’ll never be Emily’s father. Bitch thinks she can keep my daughter away from me, she can think again. I’ll finish the job the next time she tries. My hand grips the handle of my knife so hard my knuckles turn white, my breathing becoming ragged. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet, marching towards my bed, towards Daria’s body, pushing Doc and Dad out of the way. Just as I lean down to whisper in her ear, her eyes open staring into mine, blue to brown. I expected to see fear when she sees me, but I see defiance, anger, and desire. I still have the knife in my hand, and I bring it up towards her neck. She swallows, but still no fear shows in her eyes. Pressing the blade into her neck, I lean down to her ear.

“You try to keep my kid from me again, I will slit your pretty little neck.”

“Do it. I dare you.”


Allana lives in Dundee, Scotland with her husband and two daughters.

She has always had a passion for reading and until a few years ago, started secretly writing. She had always debated sharing it but never had the confidence to do so, until now. In her words; ‘Life is too short to regret things we could have done and wishing the should’ve, would’ve, could’ve’s.’

She wants to show, not only her daughters but to everyone else, that you can do whatever you want when you put your mind to it.

She loves reading a range of genres, particularly MC, Mafia, and romance.

Other than reading and writing, Allana loves to help out other authors, watching WWE, dancing around the room with her daughters, or at the cinema with her husband. She also loves to bake, it’s her stress reliever.

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“Archer’s Creek” series joins Kindle Unlimited!

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For the very first time, the entire Archer’s Creek series is now FREE in kindle unlimited.

Why not stay home and lose yourself in the world of the Doomsday Sinners MC. Packed full of tattooed alpha bikers and the women who bring them to their knees.

Welcome to Archer’s Creek, I hope you enjoy your stay ;).

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#BlogTour “Screw: A Hell’s Handlers and No Prisoners MC Crossover” by Lilly Atlas

Title – Screw: A Hell’s Handlers and No Prisoners MC Crossover
Series – Hell’s Handler’s #8
Author – Lilly Atlas
Genre – MMF/MC Romance (Standalone)
Release Date – March 31, 2020
Jazmine lives with secrets she buries beneath conservative clothing and avoidance of relationships. Those secrets are just one reason she spends months resisting the advances of the Hell’s Handlers’ resident flirt, Screwball. Mostly, she can’t stand Screw’s constant parade of one-night stands and inability to be serious. But the man is charming, and her resolve is only so strong. When Gumby, a romantic interest from Jazz’s past, returns to her life, she suddenly finds herself stuck between two men who hate each other on sight yet seem inexplicably drawn together.

As the new enforcer for the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club, Screwball faces a challenge he’s avoided his entire life: the heavy weight of leadership. Now he’s in charge of protecting his club as threats from an enemy MC mount. Even though he doubts himself, Screw wants the opportunity to prove his worth to his brothers. Meanwhile, he also finds himself attracted to Jazz in a way he’s never experienced. When Jazz’s eye-catching biker from Arizona shows up in town, Screw finds himself wondering if a future full of commitment might be worth leaving his comfort zone.

Having grown up with a brutal father who spoke with his fists, Gumby learned early to suppress certain sides of himself. When he crosses the country in search of a woman he can’t shake from his head, he not only finds her in danger but the object of one very appealing enforcer’s desire. He soon discovers denying his true identity can be impossible when faced with real temptation.

Can three wounded souls overcome their baggage in time to save the Hell’s Handlers MC and their relationship?
“I need to start having the prospect warm up my car before I leave,” Jazz grumbled as a full-body shiver ran through her. Though this was her second winter out of the toasty Arizona desert, she hadn’t gotten used to the cold.
At all.
And the seven-minute drive from work to home wasn’t enough time for her car to warm up. At least not when the day’s high never made it out of the thirties. Even with a hat, scarf, gloves, puffy down jacket, and wooly socks, she felt the chill. And not in a brisk, refreshing sort of way, but in an I’m-buried-under-an-avalanche-and-about-to-freeze-to-death way.
When it came to the cold, Jazz was a complete and utter wuss.
The good news was she only had half a mile left until she reached her home. The bad news was that it had snowed a good three inches while she’d been at work, so she now had to shovel the driveway, a task she loathed. Shell and Toni had laughed when she’d whined, telling her to make the prospect do it, but that felt all wrong. The poor guy was stuck watching her boring ass all day when she wasn’t even someone’s ol’ lady. How could she ask him to do manual labor on top of it? No, she’d suck it up and shovel her own driveway like the big girl she was. And if the prospect jumped in to help, well…she wouldn’t turn him away.
She wasn’t stupid.
As she turned onto her street, a smile lit her face. There in the driveway of her little rented house stood her next-door neighbor, Jeremy, using his snow blower to rid her driveway of her white nemesis.
What an angel.
She pulled into the snow-free driveway just as Jeremy was powering down his snow blower. After giving a little wave to the prospect as he parked next to a mound of plowed snow, she exited the car. “Seriously, Jeremy, you are the best. How has some lucky girl not snapped you up yet?”
He snorted as he set down the blower. Dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and black jeans, he looked like he’d fit right in at the Hell’s Handler’s clubhouse, but for some reason unknown to her, he’d been denied the opportunity to prospect.
“Been waiting on you, Jazzy, you know that.” He winked, then walked her way. “But you keep breaking my heart at every turn.” The words were spoken with a lightness to them, but the gaze that held hers conveyed a sincerity that had her face heating.
Thankfully, her cheeks had already reddened from the cold. Otherwise her blush would be obvious, and she’d hate to give the guy the wrong idea. Even if she’d been interested in Jeremy, dating him would have proven way too awkward, considering how close she was to the men of the MC. Supposedly, he’d attempted to prospect more than once and hadn’t made it through the door. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said with a wave of her gloved hand and an airy chuckle. “But I see the parade of chicas you’ve got coming and going from your bachelor pad over there. Pretty sure you’re loving your freedom.”
That made him smile. Teeth, a little on the yellow side gleamed at her. Overall, he wasn’t bad looking. Somewhat attractive, with buzzed brownish hair, a smooth-shaven jaw, and eyes on the greener side of hazel. His muscles were real as was his passion for motorcycles and desire to join the Handlers. The problem with Jeremy was how he always seemed to be trying just a little too hard, which often came off as needy. At least in Jazz’s opinion. She’d never say it aloud, but Jeremy was a beta male and Jazz was the kinda girl whose head only seemed to turn for alphas. Was it a good thing? Perhaps not considering she was twenty-nine and pathologically single.
“What can I say, Jazz? The ladies like what they see.”
She cocked her head, studying him. Were his neediness the only issue, perhaps she could have overlooked it and gone out with the guy, but it wasn’t the only problem. She had mountains of her own issues holding her back.
“Of course they do,” she said with a wink. “You’re a stud. Anyway, thanks for taking care of the driveway for me. I really appreciate it. I’ve dreaded the thought of shoveling out since the first flake fell.”
“Why shovel when you can blow?” Jeremy said wagging his eyebrows.
Jazz laughed. “I’m sure there’s a naughty joke in there somewhere, but I’m not gonna dig too deep for it.” When Jeremy groaned, she laughed again. “See what I did there? Shovel? Dig?”
“Unfortunately. Your comedy game needs work.” He slung an arm around her shoulders and propelled her toward her door. “Better get that sweet ass inside before it freezes off, Arizona-girl.”
Jazz dug out her key. “Thanks again, Jeremy.”
“My pleasure, babe. Long as I’m not out of town I’ll take care of your driveway, okay?”
God, why couldn’t she be attracted to this guy? He was so damn sweet. “You’re seriously the best, Jeremy,” she said before giving him a peck on the cheek. “I think Mrs. Sampson might actually have an old snow blower out back in the shed,” she said of her land lady. “I went out there once and found a snake staring at me so that was the last time I ventured back there. And I won’t ever be going again.” She shuddered and it had nothing to do with the chill for once. “I’d rather die than find another snake. That shed is off limits to me.”
Jeremy laughed. He kissed her back then started down her driveway, calling, “Don’t worry, I got your back. Unless I’m out of town, you won’t have to shovel or battle the snakes to look for the snow blower.” With a wave of his hand he reached the sidewalk and turned right toward his own home.
Monty, the prospect who’d been tasked with following her for the day, stared at him from his truck while chatting away on his phone. For his part, Jeremy glared back then flipped Monty the bird before making his way up his own snow-free driveway.
Interesting. Jazz would be lying if she said she wasn’t curious why the MC didn’t seem to care for Jeremy. Though she could see how he wouldn’t be such a great fit, she had a feeling the rejection came from more than just the fact Jeremy was a bit…weak. Ugh, just thinking the word made her feel like a bitch.
Well, none of it was any of her business. Time to get inside and get some coffee brewing to warm herself from the inside out. Just as she shoved the key in the lock, her phone rang. After digging it out of her overstuffed purse she held it to her ear without looking at the screen.
Her mistake.
“Crawly, really?” Screw’s disgusted voice entered her ear, stopped at her nipples to perk them up, then continued straight to her pussy which fucking fluttered at the sound.
Damn him.
Key still sticking out of her door, Jazz sighed. “What are you talking about, Screwball?”
“You put your fucking lips on Crawly. Let him put his lips on you.”
Jazz pinched the bridge of her nose as an ache began to form between her eyes. Of course the pain, it did nothing to squash the arousal brought on by his voice and the memory of another pair of lips on her. A set of lips that she’d given into in one very needy moment a few weeks back.
Another mistake because now that memory popped up at the most inconvenient times.
Like now.
“Okay, buddy, first of all where and on who my lips land is none of your business. And second of all, what the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell is Crawly?”
Screw practically growled as he said, “Jeremy Crawly. That pansy-assed mother fucker who was on your doorstep five fucking seconds ago.”
What the…
Jazz spun, scanning the street for an annoying biker. “You spying on me now?”
“That the kind of man you’re looking for?”
He wasn’t on her street. At least not in sight. Screw wasn’t subtle enough to be hiding in the bushes or some nonsense like that. He was too loud and too proud to hide from anyone. Had he actually been there, he’d probably have stormed out the moment she kissed Jeremy’s cheek and laid some ridiculous claim on her.
Your stomach did not just flutter at the thought of being Screw’s, you stupid silly girl.
She continued to scan the street, consciously ignoring Screw’s question, and as her eyes passed over the navy truck in front of her house, she scowled. “Really, you traitor?” she yelled at Monty.
When the prospect shrugged through the foggy windows, she flipped him off then stormed into her house. “Not that I owe you any explanations, asshole, but it was a kiss on the damn cheek to thank him for getting the snow off my driveway before I got home from work. He didn’t want me to do it myself and freeze my tits off. I didn’t see you out there actually doing something for someone else.”
“I was on my way with my blower when I got called into Copper’s office. He wanted to meet with me but was fine with waiting until I was done at your house. I called Monty to tell him to either sit on you so you wouldn’t shovel or get his lazy ass out of the truck and start shoveling until I got there. He let me know Crawly had already completed the job.”
If she were in a movie, the background noise would be a whistling sound as the wind left her sails. Every time she put Screw in the box called careless womanizer, he went and did something to surprise her.
Of course, ninety-nine-point nine percent of the time it was with the end goal of getting laid, which kinda negated the whole good deed thing.
“Damn you, Screw,” Jazz said as she sagged. Her back hit the closed door with a heavy thud she’d have felt if it weren’t for the thickness of her puffy jacket. “How many times do I have to tell you—”
“I know you’re not gonna fuck me if I shovel your driveway, Jazzy.”
“But you thought I’d fuck Jeremy for it?”
“What? No, shit.” He actually sounded frustrated with himself. “Look, I may like to fuck and it’s no goddamn secret that I want to fuck you, but I’m not an asshole. You hate the cold and live by yourself. You don’t have a blower and there’s about four inches out there. It’d have taken you all goddamned day to shovel, and who the hell knows if Monty is worth anything.”
“He’s been prospecting for two months.”
Screw snorted. “That don’t mean shit. The fucker’s got a long way to go before patching in.”
True enough.
Jazz sighed and the silence between them grew heavy.
“A thank you kiss on the cheek, huh?”
Jazz stared at the ceiling, willing herself to end the call. Just a quick goodbye and the push of one button and this conversation would be over and she could focus on not thinking about Screw for the rest of the day. But did she do that?
Nope.
Of course not. That would be logical. Healthy, even.
“Yes. I’m not interested in Jeremy.” What the hell was wrong with her? Maybe the cold has frozen all the parts of her brain responsible for rational thinking.
“Good to know,” Screw said.
 

Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.

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#Review “Respectable Riot” by Karen Renee

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If Jane Palmer didn’t have bad luck, she’d have none at all.

Tragedy makes Jane realize the wrongness of her marriage and she decides to divorce her husband, Trent, but the sleezy up-and-coming politician refuses to allow divorce to mar his campaign… even after she has him served with divorce papers.

Things go from bad to worse when she learns Trent is being blackmailed to cause trouble for businesses owned by the Riot motorcycle club. Her bestie is living with a member of the club and his cousin, Beast, has already “rescued” Jane twice.

Maneuvering through the divorce is hard enough but when Trent doesn’t come through fast enough for the blackmailer, Jane becomes a target, and Beast realizes the high-maintenance political wife means more to him than he cares to admit.

Though it moves a bit slow, I enjoyed Jane and Beast’s story. He is typical alpha male, but his own personal baggage keeps him yo-yoing with his feelings for Jane before he finally gives in.

While I believe I understood Jane’s mindset for the most part, I didn’t like her. I appreciated her growth through the story, but at times, it felt forced… and annoying. She was a virtual doormat for Trent, even continuing to attend political events to keep up appearances but argued with Beast constantly. And I get the whole angst and emotions, and arguing to hide real feelings, but she just didn’t work for me.

Her parents were a hoot and would have loved to see more of them. Andi and Trixie were great friends and always had Jane’s back… when she wasn’t pushing them away. Trent could have suffered more for my tastes, but OMG! Too bad, Terry! Cry me a river!

Readers of MC and contemporary romance will Jane and Beast’s story, and watching MCs do what MCs do.

Enjoy!

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Title: Respectable Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: December 31, 2019
She has it all, but she still has nothing.
Married to a local politician, Jane Ramos-Palmer won’t put her dreams aside for her husband’s any longer. Overhearing her husband being blackmailed, Janie realizes nothing in her life is as it seems. She’s willing to ditch all she has, so she can gain everything she ever wanted. Fighting an ugly divorce, meeting and falling for Beast couldn’t happen at a worse time for Janie. Escaping her oppressive husband is her top priority, which means her infatuation with a biker must wait.
His world was wrenched cruelly away from him. David “Beast” Huntley’s trust has been violated, and being twice shy means he’s determined not to get involved with another woman. At least not seriously, and not any time soon. But Janie provokes something in him. His attraction to her gnaws at him, even though she’s mired in an ugly divorce with a sketchy politician. Staying away from her is in his best interest and his club’s.
When the president of rival MC blindsides and assaults Janie, Beast’s inner-beast is awakened. He cannot fight his attraction for her, no matter how wrong it might be.

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