Find Her—Avenging Angels MC Book 1 by Nia Farrell
Length 40,627 words. Release date June 8, 2017
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Blurb: Rose McLanahan is the princess of the Avenging Angels MC, daughter of its president and sister to four of its members, including Vice President Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan. But Rose has a secret. She wants out of the clubhouse—and getting her CPA is her chance to have the normal life that she dreams about.
Michael O’Flaherty is a computer whiz, security systems expert, and an associate of the Avenging Angels MC. He’s Mad Dog’s best friend, as well as his brother in arms. Their days in Marine RECON are put to use when Michael is called in to find the niece of the local mob boss. Krissy Castellari has been kidnapped by a rival club, the Blackwater Demons MC. Michael discovers where she’s being held, but she’s not alone. The Demons have Rose McLanahan, too.
Mad Dog and Michael join forces to extract the girls, but Rose is still in danger, having been promised to the son of the Demon’s president Reaper. Mad Dog is tasked with returning Krissy to her family, and Michael agrees to take Rose away until it’s safe for her to return. War has been declared. Blood will be spilled. Alone in the Angels’ safehouse, the Dominant Michael and submissive Rose will finally discover each other.
Welcome to the Avenging Angels MC, full of Alpha males, Dominant bikers, and the submissive women who love them. Written for ages 18+.
She’d noticed before all this that he was an attractive man. She’d have to be blind not to, with that dark Irish coloring of his, thick black hair, a sinful brush of lashes framing his brilliant blue eyes, and the short scruff of beard that he wore that was so irresistible on men. Trouble was, she was totally off his radar, like he had mental blinders that kept him from noticing her. She had remained on the periphery of his vision, always out of focus…
And he didn’t like it. It was unsettling. Disturbing. Something that he couldn’t control, and his Dominant nature found that unacceptable. Well, too bad. He wasn’t her Sir—not yet, anyway. He was just going to have to deal with it.
She didn’t tell him that she’d seen the movie before. It had been a while, so she couldn’t remember everything that happened. Let him think it was her first time. It would serve him right for shutting her out.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, watching the opening sequence. “She must not be wearing lipstick, or she’d ruin that page she just pulled out of the typewriter. And then she’d get spanked for it. Maybe she wants spanked for it. No, she needs her other hand free for the coffee. Ah, I see. Interesting office wear. After this movie, do you think businesses started addressing spreader bars in their dress code?”
Michael rubbed his face and said nothing.
“She’s leaving home. Just graduated and her dad’s sending her off into the world alone. No, someone’s picking her up. A wedding? And that’s her gay best friend. She doesn’t like the older guy hugging her. What’s that stuff? Wait. She’s a cutter? No shit. But she stops herself. Good girl.”
She kept it up, getting some of it right, telling some of it wrong. Michael didn’t seem to appreciate that she thought the spanking scene was fucking hot, or like listening to the extended argument she had with herself, whether or not there was penetration. “He’s probably just dry humping her,” she decided. “He seems the type, to deny a girl her pleasure.”
“She’s being punished,” Michael growled. “She hasn’t earned his cock or an orgasm.”
Rose was feeling reckless after her second beer. “And what the hell does it take to earn a fucking cock? The woman has done whatever he asked, from dumpster diving to crawling. I’d say she’s more than earned it.”
“When she’s not being punished, yeah. I suppose you’re right. But not now. Anything else waits.”
She drained her bottle and pointed it at him like an accusing finger. “You know, women get tired of waiting, same as men. He’ll be lucky if she stays. A woman with that kind of devotion who gets kicks from his kink? We’re a rare breed, Michael, but then, I guess you know that, right? No steady girlfriend. No permanent sub. Still banging that housesitter of yours? Heidi? Brunhilde?”
“Gretchen,” he snapped, glowering. “Her name is Gretchen, and that’s none of your fucking business. How much have you had to drink?”
She stopped to think. “Dos,” she deliberately slurred and held up two fingers and a thumb. “See? You’re not the only one who knows a foreign language. Yo hablo español.”
Michael tsked and shook his head. “Well, that’s two too many, princess. No more today, if that’s all the better you can handle it.”
Rose sat up straight. “I can handle it,” she argued, pinning Michael with her gaze. “I can handle a lot of things.” Keeping her eyes on him, she wagged a finger at the movie they were watching. “I bet I could handle his kink. I bet I could handle your kink.”
Michael crossed his arms and smirked at her. “Oh, really? You think you can handle me? Little girl, you have no idea.”
Rose cringed. “Don’t call me that! I’m not a little girl. I’m fucking nineteen years old, Crash! When are you gonna stop treating me like a child and see that I’m all grown up?”
“When you stop fucking acting like one.”
Michael leveled that look—the one that commanded respect, demanded obedience, while every fiber of her being was daring her to disobey.
Clutching her empty bottle to her chest, she gave him her own incredulous look and shook her head in disbelief. “You,” she grated, “are so fucking clueless. You have no idea. None!” She rolled her eyes and barked a harsh laugh. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Screw this. Screw you!”
Rose shot out of her seat and started walking.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Michael said, his voice filled with displeasure.
“The kitchen,” she snapped, refusing to look at him. “I’m going to throw away my trash.”
“That will wait until I goddamn say so,” he said tightly, rising from his seat and stalking towards her. “Fucking lot of nerve you’ve got, after everything I’ve done for you. You think you can disrespect me like that and fucking walk away? Think again, little girl. You tease me, you rouse the beast. You say you can handle kink. Let’s start with a spanking. See how hot you think it is when it’s your ass on fire.”
Rose shivered. Michael took the beer bottle from her fingers and tossed it on the sofa. He eyed the rounded end, then her. “Bend over it. Now!”
She draped herself over the end of the sofa, putting her hands on the seat cushion, bracing herself on straightened arms, preparing herself for what was coming. When nothing came, she looked over her shoulder to find Michael staring at her ass. Her T-shirt had ridden up, and her yoga pants had no panty lines.
Before she could chicken out, she reached behind her, hooked her thumbs in her waistband, and slid her pants to the middle of her thighs. Reaching, she put her palms on the sofa cushion and waited for him to begin.
He stepped closer. Covering one ass cheek with his large, capable hand, he tested it, mapping the contours, flexing his fingers, feeling the tone of her muscles, and judging resiliency.
The first spank smarted. She grimaced but otherwise did not react. The second blow fell hard enough to make her breath catch in her chest. More strikes, on both sides, quicker, harder, working up to the flurry of them that they had watched.
By the time they finished, Rose was a sobbing mess and Michael had a raging hard on.