Keeper: The Avenging Angels MC Introduction by Nia Farrell
A smoking hot short story. Length 2,724 words.
Release Date June 1, 2017
Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071S7P81W/
Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan and Isabella Castellari have a history. Kind of. He’s a member of the Avenging Angels MC and one of four brothers whom she thinks slept with her sister. Or did they? Nothing is as it seems. Isabella’s world is turned upside down when lies are exposed, truths revealed, and the man she’s been fantasizing about for three long years makes her an offer that she should refuse but can’t.
What happens when MC meets erotic romance? Find out when you enter the newest world created by this award-winning author.
Written for ages 18+.
Mad Dog grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. She went, helpless to do anything else. In here, she needed his protection…even if it came at a price.
He opened a door and dragged her inside what looked to be his bedroom. A small flat screen TV sat on a scarred maple chest of drawers. The desk beside it held a printer and a laptop computer, its screen as black as Mad Dog’s soul.
Two interior doors led to what was likely a closet and what she hoped was a bathroom. “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”
They both knew she was stalling for time. He humored her anyway. “On the left,” he said, smirking. “Don’t get lost.”
As if she could. It was the tiniest bathroom she’d ever seen. The stool and sink were opposite each other, so close, she could nearly use them both. The shower was better, spanning the other wall, roomy enough for a man Mad Dog’s size and likely big enough to share.
She used two squares of tissue to lower the seat so she could go, then did a surgical scrub on her hands. Pulling up her knit top, she covered her fingers and twisted the door knob.
Mad Dog was looking at her e-reader.
He grinned like the very devil. “Seems little sister has a thing for MC’s. Who’d have guessed?”
“They’re just books,” she snapped, plucking the reader from his hand and sticking it back in her bag. “Fiction. Just because I read it doesn’t mean I want it in real life.”
“Krissy did,” he drawled. “She wanted gang banged. Trouble is, she hooked up with the wrong club. She’s lucky we came along when we did. You might not have seen her again.”
Isabella felt her legs start to buckle. Mad Dog caught her and pulled her to sit beside him on the bed.
She stared up at him, remembering, wondering how she could have gotten it so wrong.
Krissy. Prissy Krissy. Too proud to admit where she’d been, she’d said nothing, just let them think she’d spent the night with Mad Dog and his brothers.
And now her best friend was banging one of them.
Isabella hoped it was only one.
“What about Anna?”
He tsked. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not my brother’s keeper. Richie’s been seeing her for two months or so now. They seem…fond of each other.”
“Fond?” She barked a laugh. “Is that what you call it?”
He angled his head. “You don’t have to be fond of someone to give them a blow job. You don’t even have to like them.” He fastened his gaze on her mouth. “You just have to be willing…and understand the rules. Only one of us gets to bite, and it’s not you, Isabella.”
He reached for her breast, then, and she let him. Three years of forbidden fantasies were suddenly within her grasp. His was hard enough to bruise.
“My rules. My way,” he growled, pinching her nipple and making her moan. “I like it rough, little girl. You have no idea. I doubt that you can handle me, but if you want to try….”
Isabella’s mouth went dry, and she wet her lips. “How rough?”
Mad Dog caught her chin and pushed his thumb into her mouth. “Rough,” he rumbled, his blue eyes darkening when she started sucking and teasing it with her tongue. “Spanking. Bondage. My belt, if you beg me for it. I like oral, and I like anal. Say the word, and I’ll take you home. If you stay, you’re gonna get ridden hard and put away wet.”
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and fisted her hair. “Go or stay?” He pulled downward, forcing her face up to meet his.