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Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true. Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to The Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a hit it and quit it. Instead, her green eyes haunted his memories. Then when he tried to convince the woman he was serious as his “more the merrier” lifestyle became a painful reminder of the life he lived, Killyama used his own club against him to keep him from what he wanted. Killyama was holding out for a man who could offer her forever, and Train wasn’t the forever kind of man. He was a Mr. Here and Now; the wicked warrior in her dreams. He might be a walking, talking sex machine, but she needed more than that. So, until he proved she was the only one sharing his bed, the only part of her body he was going to see was her ass walking away. *WARNING* This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are eighteen years of age or older. Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, multiple partners, violence, drugs, domestic discipline, and explicit language offends you.Amazon US I Amazon UK IiBooks I Kobo I Nook
Train started to get up again. “Let’s go.” “Whoa. Slow down, sailor. We need to settle the ground rules.” “Rules?” Train’s brow furrowed. He knew it was too good to be true. Killyama never did anything easy. “Rules. You shouldn’t have a problem with that. The Last Riders are big on rules, remember?” “Tell me what they are, and I’ll decide.” He wasn’t about to let his dick and Killyama talk him into anything else that he would regret later. “Protection. You use it with everyone.” “That’s a given.” “Even if they are giving you a blowjob,” she clarified. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not putting a condom over my dick when a woman gives me a blowjob.” Shaking his head vehemently, he made himself stop when she gave him an unblinking stare. “Then don’t expect me to go down on you without one.” Train gritted his teeth. “It’s not like I would go to you right after being with another woman—” “I’m giving you a choice. Either you can get all your blowjobs from other women, or my mouth is the only one that’s going to be sucking you off.” She shoved aside the bowl of nuts he had been nibbling on to push the nearly empty bowl of pretzels she had been eating toward him. Train stood up without a word, going to the bar. “Give me a whiskey.” “You never drink whiskey,” Mick commented, reaching for the bottle. “Give me a double.” Train took out his wallet, paying for his drink before going back to the table where Killyama was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed at her ankles. Train sat down, downing his shot. “Any of the women in the club will give a blowjob anytime I want, so you can scratch that.” “Fine. I’m better. But if that’s what you want, it’s no skin off my nose.” Reminding himself he didn’t hit women, he started to get up again, but Mick beat him to the punch, setting a bottle of whiskey on the table. “You looked like you needed it.” When he started to reach for his wallet, Mick shook his head. “Shade said it was on him.” Shade was at Viper’s table. The brothers were amusing themselves by watching the show. “Tell you what,” Killyama continued when Mick left. “I’ll give you one, and then you can decide. How’s that?” Train reluctantly nodded. “You’re not going to go all psycho when I choose other women instead?” “You won’t,” she replied confidently. “But no, I won’t go psycho.”
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Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2g7FHkE Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2fN7gMa Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2g3fZPa Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2eQecqX Paperback: http://amzn.to/2fPdz3g #sosweetithurts #newseries #virginheroandheroine #shestheonlyoneforhim Love buried his heart in the cold, hard ground. Now he’s fighting to keep it there. Title: Unearthed (Book 1) Series: The Dungeon Black DuologyAuthor: Kora Knight Add Unearthed on Goodreads Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31883576-unearthed Love. The most powerful force in existence, but also the most ruthless. Cunning and deceptive. Man’s greatest Achilles heel. Leaving all who embrace it weak and vulnerable. At least that’s how Dom-for-hire Max Kelley sees it, after the love of his life knocked him on his ass. A brutal blow that not only stole his breath, but decimated his ability to trust. Turning him cold and cynical. The TKO he never saw coming. Love. A mistake Max won’t ever make again. Meaning no more relationships—not exactly a hardship. Just the thought of dating makes him queasy, and one of the reasons he doms for a living. To sexually engage without the poison of intimacy. The other reason? To keep his demons sated. With whips and chains, and scandalous kink. A fiery mix that always hits the spot. That is, until a bright-eyed beauty walks into his life and refuses to leave. Sean Matthews. College senior and flirt extraordinaire. Max’s newest—and greenest—client sub. Man, is he delicious; able to push Max’s buttons, able to make him crave the things he knows he shouldn’t. Sound the alarm, this can only mean trouble. Unfortunately, deterring Sean proves virtually impossible, and now Max finds himself at a crossroads. Man up and kick his favorite sub to the curb… or succumb to his own caged desires. Warning: This erotic, gay, BDSM romance contains intensely explicit sexual scenes both inside and out of the dungeon. UNEARTHED ** MAX & SEAN US - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M02MDLH UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01M02MDLH CA - https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01M02MDLH AU - https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01M02MDLH And look what's ALREADY up for Pre-Order: And don't miss the series that introduced Max and Sean: Stalk Kora Here: SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS http://www.koraknight.com/ https://www.facebook.com/authorkoraknight/ https://twitter.com/KoraKnight_Auth https://www.instagram.com/koraknight/ https://www.pinterest.com/valgirld/kora-knight/ https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8529860.Kora_Knight https://www.amazon.com/Kora-Knight/e/B00OBYLP8W/ https://plus.google.com/u/0/117558623135317111788 My 5 Star Review Unearthed
Wow as I went on Tad's journey I got to find Scott's roommate intriguing and just couldn't wait to read about him and...... Boom here we are in the world of max. Right from the first few chapters we've thrown into an emotional twirl it starts out with max as a young man and events that your just have to read yourself happen but you will need tissues (just a warning) :) Max grows and puts up the biggest walls that's in the form of steel around his heart and emotions. He likes to keep people at arms length. How he portrays himself has people curling in on themselves but how he controls his life is by being a better Dom. He is in control no one has that hold over him again. Sean is a model when he enters Max's class that's when the game changes. He is a powerful man that holds more then he knows, he's confident and as he helps max out and learns of Max's other life he just can't give up not knowing. Through each page you feel the electric current flow and your pulled right in. Well I'm not and I mean Not giving any thing away as this book is on fire and I think Sean has taken my heart from Tad. I loved that we get true glimpses of the other characters past that we can truly understand them more. I'm so looking forward to Sean's mischief ways and him being able to bend max out of shape more. If you haven't read Tads journey then you must as that series interlocks to this one in future books. Smoking hot, tearjerker, passionate with a full fun laughing twist. Your love it so don't hold back. Given the privilege to read for my blog Excerpt Tinker It was almost seven that evening when I felt the AC kick back on. I’d been lying on my back on the (relatively) cool tile floor behind the counter, staring up at the pressed-tin ceiling and trying to remember why I hadn’t already moved back to Seattle. In Seattle it rained. Cool breezes blew off the bay and the lush greenery covered everything with its shaded canopy. People didn’t really need air-conditioning, but if they happened to have it and it broke, there were lots of repair men available. Of course, Seattle also had Brandon. Not only that, my dad didn’t want to move, and I’d come to realize I couldn’t leave him here alone. It wasn’t safe for him, not since Mom died. Ugh. At least the AC was working again, blowing down from the ceiling vent across my sweaty body, reminding me that while the world might not be crawling with perfect men, at least there were still a few useful ones running around. Cooper Romero was a keeper, and it had nothing to do with how sexy he was . . . although the fact that he was sex on a stick—make that sex with a stick—didn’t exactly diminish his appeal. When I’d dragged him up to the black tar roof to show him the ancient AC, I’d expected him to make a run for it. Any sensible man would. Instead, he’d spent the whole afternoon busting his ass to save my chocolates—Oh God, I wish that were code for something more exciting—officially qualifying him as a superhero in my book. As for me, there wasn’t much I could do once I got all the sweets safely downstairs into the basement. There weren’t any customers walking in off the street, and seeing as I couldn’t make or ship candy in a 102-degree shop, I’d alternated between attempting to read a book, looking over orders I couldn’t fulfill on my laptop, and bringing Cooper glasses of iced tea. I’d been nervous around him at first, but you can only stay nervous for so long when you’re sweating like a pig—there’s a certain freedom in knowing you look like hell and there’s no saving your hair. I’d thrown my arm across my eyes in a pathetic attempt to block out reality toward the end. When cold air started flowing into the room, I could’ve cried with relief. He’d never had a chance to fill out the application form, and I’d long since decided it didn’t matter. Unless he was an ax murderer, I’d give him the apartment and the job. Might give it to him even if he was, to be honest. “It’s working again,” Cooper announced, and I jerked, startled. Shit, had I fallen asleep? Opening my eyes, I looked up to find him standing over me. Dear God in heaven—that was one hell of a bare chest. Holy. Shit. I’d taken note of his build when he first walked in the shop, but everything under his shirt had been theoretical. Now there was six-foot-plus of raw sex appeal right there, all sweaty and sculpted and . . . well, let’s just say I’d be stopping off on the way home to pick up some fresh batteries. That’s when the situation hit me—Cooper Romero was the hottest man I’d met in forever, and he’d just found me lying on the floor in my own sweat and filth like a dog. Typical luck. I scrambled to my feet, pretending I wasn’t totally embarrassed (I was) and not in the least bit freaked out by how unspeakably attractive this guy was. Okay, “attractive” wasn’t quite the right word, because it implied a certain level of polish and class that just didn’t fit Cooper at all. Brandon was attractive. Cooper? I’d lick him all over and massage his butt if he asked. He stared down at me, his eyes carefully blank, making it very clear he wasn’t asking. Story of my fucking life. Sitting up, I pushed myself to my feet without bothering to dust off. Lost cause at this point. “Not sure how much life the AC has left,” he said slowly. “I managed to get it going, but fixing it right would cost more than it’s worth and then some.” Of course it would. “I just need to get through the summer,” I told him, wiping a finger under my eye. My perfectly applied, vintage-style makeup had melted, leaving me with a clown face. Fortunately I’d (mostly) given up on caring three hours ago, right around the time I’d discovered the floor tiles were cooler than the rest of the room. “After that, I’ll worry about the furnace and by next summer I might not even be here anymore.” “Really?” he asked, cocking a brow. “You selling out?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I’m not thinking that far ahead right now. Things are very iffy with my dad . . . I think he’s got some—” No. I couldn’t say it. Saying it out loud made it too real, plus the last thing I needed were a bunch of rumors flying around town. So far we’d kept dad’s situation mostly to family and friends. “Tinker?” Shaking myself, I smiled at him. “Thank you so much for fixing that. I’m not even sure what I would’ve done—I can’t afford to miss a week’s worth of orders. Not only would it put me behind, it would burn my customers.” He nodded, studying me thoughtfully. God, he really was beautiful . . . Nothing like Brandon’s polished sophistication. No, Cooper gave off more of a warrior-tossing-you-over-his-fearless-steed kind of vibe. Yeah, like that would end well, because my track record with men was so fucking perfect, right? Pull your head out of the gutter. He probably has a girlfriend. At least I could finally lock up this hellhole of a shop and get a shower. “Thank you so much—you have no idea how much I appreciate it.” “No, but the whole throwing yourself at my feet thing was a subtle hint,” he said, and I realized he was teasing me. Was he flirting? I couldn’t decide if that kicked ass or scared the shit out of me. “Anyway, it’s getting late,” I told him, feeling suddenly awkward. “I’m going to grab some dinner down the street, and then I could take you over and show you the apartment.” A small, knowing smile crossed his face, and I realized he thought I was hitting on him. “No,” I said quickly, mortified. “I wasn’t asking you out. Omigod, this is weird.” “What, you aren’t turned on by a man who smells like old socks?” he asked lightly, raising his arm and giving a sniff. He was joking, but the sweat wasn’t a turnoff. Nope. Not even a little bit. “If that’s not enough for you, the roof tar on my ass should be a big attraction.” Closing my eyes, I bit back a groan. He started laughing. Not in a cruel way, but companionably, which I guess made sense because both of us were disgusting as hell. Of course, now I wanted to check out his ass, but I managed to keep my eyes on target (mostly) when I answered him. “Well, it’s sexy but I’ll manage to control myself somehow. I do want to grab dinner, though, and we need to figure out the apartment details.” “I’ll take the place, doesn’t matter what it is,” he replied. “I’m in a hotel and it’s getting old. I’d love to move in on Sunday, but I can’t go look at it right now—gotta get my ass cleaned up. Meeting up with someone later.” Of course he was, because men who looked like Cooper didn’t spend Friday nights alone. “Sounds great,” I told him, refusing to show any disappointment. “Just text me when you’re ready, and I’ll get you the key.” He opened his mouth to say something, but a sudden pounding against the locked shop door caught us both off guard. I spun around to find Talia Jackson glaring at me through the glass. Talia and three of her skankier friends, including Sadie Baxter, a girl I used to babysit when I was in college. A girl who was now twenty. Damn. “Cooper!” Talia shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?” I glanced at my new handyman, startled. Talia Jackson and her brother, Marsh, were two of the nastiest people I’d ever met. Marsh was president of the local motorcycle gang, a group called the Nighthawk Raiders motorcycle club. The club had been around most of my life, but it was only in recent years that they’d turned really bad. I mean, they were never the kinder, gentler sort of bikers, but I’d never been actively afraid when I’d heard a motorcycle, either. Now? Let’s just say we’d all gotten a little edgy. “That’s my girl,” Cooper said, and something deep down inside of me died a little. Of course he’d go for someone like Talia. She might have the heart of a deranged circus clown—you know, the kind that survives by eating the souls of innocent children—but she was hot. Really hot. Not only that, she was slutty, and while I wasn’t into the whole slut-shaming thing (like I had room to judge after the bachelorette party debacle . . . ugh), I wasn’t naive enough to think he was attracted to her personality. Cooper Romero might have a sweet smile, and he’d fixed my AC, but now I had proof positive that he’d never be into a girl like me. Specifically, a grown-up with curves. All righty, then. Probably for the best anyway. “Just a sec!” I called to her, determined to take the high road, then I grabbed my keys so I could open the door. She pushed inside with her posse, and I do mean pushed. Little bitch shoved me so hard I nearly knocked over the display of antique Russian teacups my mother had lovingly collected. (So far as I knew, she’d never sold a single one of them, but it’d made her happy.) “Careful,” I warned, and Talia turned on me. “What did you just say to me?” “Babe, let’s talk,” Cooper said, catching her arm and pulling her into his body. She squealed, going from aggressive to flirty in an instant. “You’re all sweaty. It’s sooo disgusting.” I noted she wasn’t trying to get away. Cooper smiled down at her, a hint of something feral in his eyes. Yeah, okay—whatever smile he’d been giving me, it hadn’t held any of that kind of intensity. Yours truly was officially chopped liver. “I was just about to head out and grab a shower,” he told her. “Wanna come with me?” She pouted. “I can’t. The girls and I need to get fixed up. I’ll see you at the bar, though, right?” He looked down at her, offering a sexy, indulgent smile. “Can’t wait.” “Perfect,” she said, reaching around to grab his ass for a quick squeeze. Then she turned and strutted back out without a word to me, her gaggle of girls following like well-trained geese. Sadie gave a little finger wave on the way. The door closed behind them with a cheerful little jingle, and I wondered why the hell I even bothered with Hallies Falls. I missed Seattle. So what if it had Brandon? I could drown him in Lake Washington. Problem solved. “Sorry about that—Talia is a little high-strung,” Cooper said. “Oh, I know all about her,” I replied, hoping I didn’t sound as catty as I felt. Cooper didn’t seem to notice. “I’m new to town, but she’s been showing me around,” Cooper continued, stepping over to stand in front of me, hands shoved deep in his front pockets. “I should get going.” “Of course—don’t let me keep you. What time do you think you’ll be in touch tomorrow?” “Afternoon work?” “No problem. Looking forward to hearing from you.” He nodded and pushed through the door, walking down the street without a second look back. I locked up behind him, wondering why all the hottest guys were douchebags. Not that Cooper had acted like a douche, but he had to be my age or older—late thirties—and Talia was the same age as Sadie. She was also a raging bitch. There was only one reason a man like him would date a girl like that, and it had nothing to do with personality or character. Cooper Romero might be beautiful, but obviously he was shallow. Suppose it was too much to hope for a man who could fix an air conditioner and have a soul at the same time. Pity Are you ready for Gage and Tinker’s story? Reaper’s Fire releases on August 9th! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1mD6Sma Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1IOuRJI iBooks: http://apple.co/1JUbzxl Nook: http://bit.ly/1mzrJaD Kobo: http://bit.ly/1Uu6bXu Google Play: http://bit.ly/1SxRDaQ Blurb New York Times bestselling author Joanna Wylde returns to the “wild and raw”* world of the Reapers MC with the story of Gage and Tinker… The club comes first. I’ve lived by those words my whole life—assumed I’d die by them, too, and I never had a problem with that. My Reaper brothers took my back and I took theirs and it was enough. Then I met her. Tinker Garrett. She’s beautiful, she’s loyal, and she works so damned hard it scares me sometimes . . . She deserves a good man—one better than me. I can’t take her yet because the club still needs me. There’s another woman, another job, another fight just ahead. Now she’ll learn I’ve been lying to her all along. None of it’s real. Not my name, not my job, not even the clothes I wear. She thinks I’m nice. She pretends we’re just friends, that I’ve still got a soul . . . Mine’s been dead for years. Now I’m on fire for this woman, and a man can only burn for so long before he destroys everything around him. I’m coming for you, Tinker. Soon. Have you heard? Reaper’s Property by Joanna Wylde has a NEW COVER! Meet Horse & Marie for ONLY $3.99 (normally $7.99) Author’s Note: This book was originally released through a small publisher in 2013. This independent edition has been lightly edited, and contains a bonus short, “Sticky Sweet” (originally published on the author’s website) and a Q&A with the author. Amazon US: http://amzn.to/29FeMde Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2a8RfSt iBooks:http://apple.co/2a26FZ2 Nook: http://bit.ly/2a26zRw Kobo:http://bit.ly/29NmSxQ Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho.
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