Keeper: Avenging Angels MC Book 2

Keeper: Avenging Angels MC Book 2 by Nia Farrell

Length 42,909 words.  Release date September 8, 2017

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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 three years ago. 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. 

When Mad Dog recognizes Isabella stranded on a rural country road, remembering her toxic sister, he almost doesn’t stop. Seeing her as an end to a means, he brings her back to the Avenging Angels MC clubhouse and quickly learns that she’s different—very different—than what he expected. She’s a curious innocent, and willing to submit to his domination. But there are complications.  A mob boss uncle, protective parents, a traitorous friend, and secrets that have been kept for far too long. Secrets that will either bind them together or tear them apart.

This book has adult content and may contain triggers. Written for ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT (885 words):

He couldn’t deny, it was a huge ego stroke to know that he was her first.  But she was also Isabella Fucking Castellari.  Never Miss Little Italy like her sister, but they shared the same blood ties to the fucking mob.

Of course, Isabella didn’t know that he knew about her crime family connection.  He’d been keeping too many fucking secrets for too fucking long.  Her sister Krissy and her Uncle Giovanni were just some of many.

Rather than open that can of worms, he chose a safer subject.

“So, tell me.”  Reaching, he smoothed her hair back from her face and traced the line of her jaw with two fingers.  “Before tonight, did you know that Anna was seeing Richie?”

She sighed softly.  “No.  I mean, I thought that she was seeing someone, but she always had an excuse.  Usually, it was homework, but then we graduated and she was still too busy.”

Fuck.

Mad Dog forced his voice to stay calm.  “How old are you, Isabella?”  Please tell me you’re not jail bait on top of a mob boss’s niece.

“I turned eighteen on March sixth.  Michelangelo’s birthday.  And the day the Alamo fell, if you’re into Texas history.  How old are you?”

“Thirty.”  Twelve years her senior.  He rubbed a hand across his face and blew out softly.  “Jesus, that sounds old.”

Reaching across, she caught his dog tags, weighed them in her hand, and said solemnly, “You’re not old.  You’re experienced.  And I’m hoping that you’ll teach me.”

He leveled a look at her.  He needed to be honest, at least in this.  “Clubhouse life isn’t for everyone,” he told her.  “We do things different here.  We’re all in the BDSM lifestyle as well as the club.  The men here Dominate.  The women submit.  Did you read Fifty Shades or watch the movies?”

Isabella nodded.

“Well, fuck that shit.  That’s not how things are done.  You want to learn?  We’ll get cleaned up and go downstairs.  The lounge is your classroom.  You’ll learn things there that they don’t teach in college.  Are you signed up to go anywhere this fall?”

“SIU,” she said.  “For photography and graphic design.”

He remembered the point-and-shoot he’d found in her purse.  “You a shutterbug?”

“You could say that.  I took my first picture when I was four.  Got my own camera when I was six.  I never leave home without one.”

“And the graphic design?”

“You know all those books on my reader? Someone does the covers.  Might as well be me.  Take the pictures, offer premades and customs.  It’s something that I think I’d enjoy and be good at.  I’ve already done one for my cousin.  She uses a pen name so that no one knows she writes erotica.  She tells people that she’s a ghost writer and can’t disclose anything.”

“She had you do a cover?  Like, with models?  Naked models?”

Isabella bit her lip and coiled a strand of hair around her finger.  “Well, it is erotica,” she said coyly.

He wasn’t smiling.  She was eighteen, for Christ’s sake.  What the hell was her cousin thinking?

“Just teasing!”  She traced his lips with the pad of her index finger.  He caught it between his teeth and refused to give it back until her eyes had gone smoky and her thoughts were disjointed.  “She, um…”  Isabella cleared her throat and tried again.  “She dressed up like a cheerleader.  The cover shows her chest and midriff.  You…um…you can’t see her face.”

“Paperback or just e-book?”

“Both.”  She smiled with quiet pride.  “I have a copy, if you’d like to see it.”

“I would.”  If they were going to try and make a go of this, he needed to know what she was doing.  What she had planned.  Then he’d expand her horizons where he could.

“And the graphic design—apart from the book covers.  Can you draw?”

“Yes.”

“Paint?”

Her brow scrunched.  “Yes?  Some?  That’s not my—”

“Sweet.  You could learn to tattoo.”

“Wait.  What?”  She looked at him, confused.  He’d gone too fast and lost her.  Now she was trying to get her bearings.

He shifted gears.  “How about a summer job?  You working anywhere?”

“No.  I’m taking two online classes. Getting some of the required subjects taken care of so that I can immerse myself in the good stuff come fall.”

“The club owns a tat shop.  Angel Ink.  Flynn will need to see what you can do, but if you pass muster and want a full- or part-time job, he can use the help.  Front desk scheduling, answering the phone, checking in deliveries.  Normal receptionist-office assistant stuff.  He can teach you on the side, if you want to learn.  Never hurts to learn another job skill, just in case the market for photography tanks, no one’s hiring graphic designers, and your cousin can’t afford what you’re worth.”

That last bit seemed to perk her up.  “How do you know what I’m worth?” she challenged.  “My professors might think that I suck.”

He begged to differ.  “As your teacher, I would say that your oral skills need developed, but the student shows promise.  Think you’re ready for your next lesson?”

Mad Dog caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft.  “Just a hint.  The correct answer is yes….”

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Keeper: The Avenging Angels MC Introduction

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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/

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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+.

Excerpt:

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.

 Shit.

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….”

Did she?

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.

“Stay…”

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