Live : Sico Areion Fury

LIVE: “SICO” AREION FURY MC #5

Title: “Sico”

Series: Areion Fury MC #5

Author: Esther E. Schmidt

Cover Design: Esther E. Schmidt

Cover model: Jacob Schmedes

Photographer: Pen Fotografie

Release Day: July 17, 2018

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Sico is a callous man; no feelings, and no love for himself nor for others. That is until a certain woman spikes a surge of possessiveness inside him. Enough to claim her as his ol’lady on the spot without knowing her background. Realizing she’s not whom she appears to be, he finds himself feeling unworthy and works hard to become the very man she deserves.

Simi lives behind a mask. Events from her past have pressured her into labeling herself to prevent more damage in the future. For her it is easier to hide behind a lie; because people, no matter if they are close or not, will always judge.

When a club enemy strikes, retaliation draws blood and fighting is no longer an option but a necessity. The choice to do what’s right may lead to clearing a path for the future or create one where the fire of hell will take away everything that’s innocent and pure. Lives are lost, hearts will merge, but will there be a future left or will the need for blood and revenge drown everyone in its path?

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Stud * Dragon Runners #2

“He’s a strong man and a smart man, but deep down, he’s a hurting man.”
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Title: Stud
Author: ML Nystrom
Genre: MC Romance

Series: Dragon Runners, bk 2

Release Date: June 23, 2018
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
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Bold and brash, Eva MacAteer has spent her life working in her blue-collar family’s construction business. In doing so, she’s had to fight for her own place away from her overbearing father, as well as for her own identity as a woman. Struggling between her loyalty to her brothers and her desire to strike out to be her own person, Eva knows one thing for certain: getting involved with a womanizer, no matter how hot he may be, is not the path for her.
Stud is not one to be tied down to any woman. Fiercely loyal to the club and his single ways, the last thing he expects is to become fascinated by the fiery Eva. He sees his own life reflected in hers and is not quite sure how to handle the connection.
Can two mismatched people find enough common ground to overcome their fears and allow love to grow?

The band was really good, not just because of the appeal of the Viking front man. The guitarist ran riffs like nobody’s business and the drummer was tight in sync with Stud on the bass. All of them had nice voices and when they harmonized together, I bet more than one set of panties melted. Before I knew it, another forty-five minutes had passed and my fucking brothers still hadn’t shown up.
“We’re going to take a short break,” Stud said into the mic, smiling at the crowd and winking. Damn, he really knew how to work it! Even slightly sweaty from the heat on the stage, he was beautiful. He exited the stage through the back, disappearing to the screams and whoops of the bouncing biker bunnies at the front.
I glanced at my watch again.
Fuck my life, I’m done with this! I got up from the barstool, taking quick inventory of my condition. Three beers and two whisky shots wasn’t much in a hard-drinking Irish family, and I felt okay to drive my truck back to the job site where my tiny house was parked. Still, it was a lot and I needed to break the seal, so I went to find the restrooms.
I made my way through a side room, passing by some other bikers in Dragon Runners cuts shooting pool and playing darts, to a narrow hallway where the restrooms were located. A big bald member was lining up a difficult shot and I waited until he stroked his cue stick before moving around him. The nine ball sank in the side pocket with a click, and he raised his fist over his head with a crow of victory.
“Whoo! Take that, you fucker! Ha! Oops!” He finally noticed me. “’Scuse me, baby.”
He wore a tank under his club cut showing off his bulky arms and brightly colored tattooed sleeves. His head was shaved but his mouth was framed in a dark brown Fu Manchu with a chin duster. Not drop-dead gorgeous like Stud, but still good-looking.
“No problem, big guy. Nice shot by the way,” I commented, hoping he wouldn’t want to strike up a conversation. I just wanted to pee and get home.
“Thanks, baby.” His brown eyes roamed my plainly clad body from my head to my tooled leather toes. “You want to shoot a game later? I’ll be glad to teach you.”
I smiled and raised my eyebrows devilishly. Maybe I’d take him up on the offer sometime just to see his face when I cleared the table. In building bars for a living, well, let’s just say I knew a thing or two about pool.
“Maybe another night. I’m hitting the head and getting home. Gotta work tomorrow on getting your real bar finished so you can move back in,” I said, squeezing between him and the wall.
“You’re on the construction crew?” he shouted at my retreating back. Not the first time I’d heard the disbelief that a woman could work a crew.
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I’ve spent most of my life as a performing musician and band instrument repair technician, but that doesn’t mean I’m pigeon-holed into one mold.  I’ve been a university professor, belly dancer, craftsperson, soap maker, singer, rock band artist, jewelry maker, lifeguard, swim coach, and whatever else I feel like exploring.  As one of my students said to me once, “Life’s too short to ignore the opportunities.”   I have no intention of ever stopping so welcome to my story world.  I hope you enjoy it!

 

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The Devil Don’t Sleep

THE DEVIL DON’T SLEEP

by Janine Infante Bosco
A Satan Knights Novel
Publication Date: June 28, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Standalone
Cover Designer: JB’s Cover Obsession Design
Model: Joe Adams
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Photographer: FuriousFotog

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SYNOPSIS

Sometimes we must let go of what was, appreciate what remains and fearlessly embrace what comes next.

Sebastian “Bas”

Born to a family of outlaws, I was destined to ride with the Satan’s Knights MC. With mayhem and havoc in my blood and chaos living deep in my soul, I learned the Devil don’t sleep. You never hear him creeping and he often comes disguised as everything you ever wanted.

I was just teenager when she first showed, masquerading as the girl of my dreams. A whiskey shootin’ spitfire who knocked me on my ass and helped me turn the town upside down. The girl who stole my heart with her smile and never gave it back. The same bitch who ruined me and turned my blood to ice.

It’s been six years since I turned my back on Mac, my family and my club. I’ve pushed her to the back of my head, wrote everyone off and damned the Kentucky charter to hell. But, where God built a church, the Devil built a chapel.
Now, her life is on the line and it’s clear I’m still a sucker for her gorgeous chaos because I’m the one riding to her rescue.

Mackenzie “Mac”

I often dreamed of what it would be like to stare into Bas’ blue eyes again. To hear his raspy voice whisper his love for me and feel his strong arms around me. After all, it’s always been in his embrace that I felt the safest.
In my dreams, he abolishes my sins and forgives me for breaking both our hearts.
But this is no dream.
I’m running from a nightmare and the one running with me, looks at me with enough anger to burn the world to ash.
Once upon a time, we were in love.
Once upon a time, it was us against the world.
Once upon a time, he didn’t look at me and see the Devil.
If only he knew the truth.
If only he knew the Devil was a broken angel with tattered wings.
An angel who sacrificed her heart and soul for him.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***

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“I have to swing by my apartment.”

“Did something happen?”

“Maybe.”

Another vague answer.

However, he looks like he’s about to lose his shit and so, I decided not to argue. I also fasten my fucking seat belt. Five minutes later we pull in front of an oversized apartment complex. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before but then again, a lot of New York is like nowhere else. Still, I can’t help but stare, taking in the people hanging around the streetlamps and the fire escapes outside every window.

Bas kills the engine on the truck and turns to me, pointing towards the glovebox.

“Lock the doors and do not get out of the car,” he warns. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, use my phone to call Jack and tell him to come to get you from my apartment. There’s a piece in the glovebox if anyone fucks with you, don’t hesitate to use it.”

Now, any sane woman would be scared.

I wasn’t.

In fact, I’m almost certain we’ve had some variation of this conversation before. Instead of calling Jack, it was Mooney I was ordered to call and there was a piece in the glovebox then too. A brand new forty-five if I remember correctly.

“Ten minutes,” he reiterates as he gets out of the truck and slams the door. My eyes follow him down the walkway leading to the complex until he disappears inside. Sitting there, I start to fidget and move to turn on the radio. Remembering the car was off, I reach over the console to turn the key in the ignition but pause when I spot his phone.

Biting my lip, I lean back in my seat and try to tame my curiosity. I’ve never been the girl who looks at someone’s phone. When we were together, I trusted Bas completely and with Junior, I just didn’t give a fuck. I felt it was an invasion of privacy and a desperate move. However, I had zero fucks left to give and desperation was now my middle name. Taking the phone, I swipe at the screen only for karma to hit and ask me for a passcode.

So much for desperation and curiosity.

Putting the phone back, I lean back again and stare out the window. In the next five minutes, I witness a couple having sex against a wall and a drug deal. Bas’ neighbors were colorful for lack of better words. I might not have been living it up in Kentucky, but neither was he. Soulmates through and through, we were both slumming it.

Another five minutes pass before I lose my patience and start to panic. The instructions Bas gave me flee my mind and I grab the keys before opening my door. As I start for the building, I scan the curious stares directed at me and hear the catcalls. Ignoring both, I enter the lobby and realize I have no idea what apartment is his.

As I turn to leave, out of the corner of my eye I spot rows of mailboxes lining a wall. Each mailbox appoints a last name to an apartment number. Scanning name after name, I find Bas’ and match it to his number. I take the stairs, making my way to his floor. Reaching the landing, I round the corner and walk the narrow hallway to his apartment.

Standing in front of the door, I hear his muffled voice and notice it’s slightly ajar. Not knowing what I might find on the other side, I freeze and debate on turning around.

Why is it we’re always drawn to the things that have the ability to ruin us?

Why do we never listen to our instincts?

Turn around, Mac.

Go back to the car.

I should’ve walked away.

I should’ve stayed in the car and counted the fire escapes on the building.

Instead, I push the door open and stare in horror as Bas stands at the foot of his bed in front of a naked woman kneeling on the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while she sucks on his neck. The bile rises in my throat as the woman lifts her eyes to mine. Her mouth doesn’t let up. If anything, she sucks harder, leaving her mark.

On him and on me.

He speaks but I can’t make out what he says over the ringing in my ears.

Lunging forward, I grab the back of his shirt and twist it in my fist, pulling him out of her reach.

“You son of a bitch!”

Red.

It’s all I see.

Until he turns around and then all I see is blue.

His blue eyes hold mine as he wraps his hands around my wrists.

“Stop,” he shouts.

“Stop?” I shriek. “That’s what you say?”

“It’s her,” the naked bitch says behind him.

“Shut the fuck up, Dori,” Bas growls, tightening his hold on my flailing wrists.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I holler.

“Calm down and I will,” he grinds out.

Nostrils flaring, I pull away with all my might causing me to stumble backward. Balancing myself, I glare at him as I take a step away from him.

“Was this your plan all along?”

“If you would shut the fuck up, I’ll explain—”

“Explain?” I screech. “I should let you explain yourself?” I ask incredulously. “All I’ve asked of you is for a chance to fucking explain myself, but you don’t give a fuck. You’re blinded by hate and the only thing you give a damn about is revenge. You want to hurt me as badly as I hurt you. Isn’t that right?” I spat. “That was your plan wasn’t it? Take Ryder to Jack’s and make me think I will finally get my chance to tell my side of the story. The trip down memory lane was a real nice touch. Leaving me in the car while you got your dick sucked—not so much.”

“That’s not what fucking happened,” he roars, reaching to grab my wrist again.

Taking another step back, I glance behind him at the woman staring between us.

God forgive me, but she’s not even pretty.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” I mock before slicing my eyes back to Bas. “We’re finally even.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fight the Reaper

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Duke * Blackwings MC

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Make sure you read book #1 before reading this follow up book. Featuring Duke (mc member) and Reese Another brothers sister. Both are ment to be together but secrets have a way of coming out when danger comes to Reese. Enjoyed book 1 and download this book as soon it was available. Out in on your to read list.

Cover Reveal * Heal Me

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Heal Me by Aleisha Maree

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Timberly

1,2,3,4,5 counting was my thing i knew how many steps it took for the seedy men to arrive at my door, I knew how many steps it took to reach work, and now I know how many steps it takes for the boy with the dragon tattoo to reach me to wrap me in his arms and kiss me like he requires me to breath.

Broken and loaded with such body numbing anxiety and panic attacks I shake like a leaf. I hide behind a thick black veil of midnight hair. He showed me that love happens even in the dark.

His name is Ghost and is is the VP to the Reapers Reign MC he’s dark and has demons that rival my own deep dark secrets he saw more than the broken girl who lives on the 6th floor of the hell that I call home in Queens.

Ghost

I’m completely unhinged the Reapers Reign uses me as their in-house tormenter, I love to cut and dice oh let’s not forget burn.

My weapon of choice is a switchblade. Throw in a blow torch for good measure cause well why the hell not.

Falling in love with me is not a fucking option, I’m the devil in a tattooed body.

I’m unstable, dark, a fucken unhinged lunatic.

I keep all women at arm’s length I have not encountered one, yet that can handle the dark I occupy, the anger I possess, I have a dangerous desire for pain and blood, and well some get a tad squeamish.

That was until I laid eyes on Timberly Roe.

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Cover Reveal * Wrecker

Title: Wrecker
Series: Fallen Lords MC #4
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 29 2018
Cover Model: Chad Lemons
Cover Designer: Melissa Gill @ MG Bookcovers
Wrecker lives for the Fallen Lords MC. The club is the only thing he cares about. Until her.

Alice’s world is spiralling. The one person she thought she’d always have is gone, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her own shattered heart. Except, the only way she can find to do that may ruin her.
When Wrecker gets the call to check in on Alice, the woman he finds is just a shell of the outspoken crazy lady he knows her to be. That guts him. He wants the real Alice back, and he’ll stop at nothing to pull her out of the darkness.

 

Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

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