MC – Author Nia Farrell

Jesse James has dedicated her life to helping shifter women who’ve been trafficked and abused. She never imagined becoming one of them. Kidnapped and drugged, the clouded leopard shifter finds herself spirited away to a mountain ranch that deals in more than horses. With little hope of escape, she fears she’s destined for the sex slave trade.

When news reaches the Hell’s Fury MC’s Las Vegas Chapter about a missing woman, Chaos and Wraith volunteer to help search. But things take an unfortunate turn, and they end up as prisoners, too. Trapped in a nightmare, they not only discover their fated mate but find themselves auctioned off to the highest bidder with her.

Expecting to fight their way out, the three quickly learn that the ranch has a darker, even more insidious side. Thrown together, Jesse, Chaos, and Wraith must work as a team if they hope to get out alive.

The race is on, and the clock is ticking. Will they be able to claim the woman who’s meant for them, or will they die trying?

This steamy paranormal interracial MFM ménage contains adult situations and possible triggers. While the book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in Guarded Hearts Season Two is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Book 7.5). Written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. While this book centers on the three main characters, reading the previous books in the Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Order of the Dragon Book 1).

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Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Crawling onto the bed, she lay flat on her back and clutched the sheet to anchor herself, blinking quickly but unable to stop the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

There was silence for a beat, and then the side of the mattress dipped as Wraith sat beside her.

“It’s okay,” he crooned softly. “Don’t cry, bean àlainn.”

His gentle words only made her tears fall faster. “I don’t want to—”

“I know. I know….” Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness from her cheeks, slowly working his way to her mouth. Finding her lips, he brushed them with his in a sweet, tender kiss.

“Hush now. Don’t look at the cameras,” he told her quietly. “You can watch me or close your eyes, but I swear I’ll make this good for you.”

Nodding, Jesse screwed her eyes shut, unable to stop the shivers racking her body. Callused fingers brushed her hip, making her jump. Caressing gently, they skimmed her stomach and arm as if he was trying to get her used to his hands on her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Wraith murmured, his breath warm against the curve of her breast. “Don’t be frightened, bean àlainn. Don’t be shy. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

Jesse wet her lips with her tongue and shook her head. “Just get on with it.”

She wanted it over and done with so she could go back to her cell. Maybe she’d be left alone then once the buyers had what they wanted—at least until she got shipped off.

“You deserve more,” he whispered. “Better than this. I’d take you to a cabin in the mountains, somewhere remote. Secluded but with all the amenities. A bottle of wine. A roaring fire. A hot tub on the deck where we’d drink champagne and eat strawberries by moonlight while snowflakes drifted down around us. And when we came inside, I’d lay you on a rug in front of the hearth and treasure every inch of you….”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Jesse needed more, and when he didn’t offer it, she pressed herself against his length, thrust her hands under his ponytail to wrap around his neck, and pulled him to her for a kiss that made him ache with need. He moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it, deepening her kiss, slipping her tongue between his lips to twine with his.

“Jesse,” he moaned when she finally came up for air. “We can’t.”

That’s what he said. She proved him wrong, pushing him over and mounting him like an Amazon warrior of old. Grasping his erection, she dragged the head along her slit to wet it with her juices, notched it in her opening, and lowered herself onto his shaft, working its length inside until she was seated to the hilt. Wraith stayed where he was, watching Jesse reclaim her power.

She’d been a virgin when they’d taken her. Tonight, she was learning how to take her own pleasure, using him to do it. Crossing her arms, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, ripped it off, and tossed it aside, not caring where it fell. Cupping her breasts, she kneaded her tits and played with her nipples, twisting them between her fingers and making herself moan.

Chaos jacked his hips, thrusting up as she pushed down, watching the play of emotions on her face, determination laced with desire. Her eyes flickered, revealing glimpses of her cat side, a clouded leopard huntress on the prowl. An exotic beauty in real life, she was stunning when she went feral on him, riding him to completion, her walls gripping his erection and squeezing out her juices. He reached to grasp her hips, close to his own climax, but she twisted off him, abandoning him in favor of Wraith.

Grabbing his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back, straddled his waist, and impaled herself on his erection, sinking down on it inch by inch. Planting her palms on his pecs, she fucked Wraith, the musk of their joining and the liquid sounds of sex filling the air.

Remembering the monitors in the hallway, Chaos experienced a moment of panic, certain that Miles had seen them enter Jesse’s room and would come racing to her rescue at any moment. But if he was listening, the only thing coming through the door was Jesse’s pants and growls and the keening cry she gave as she climaxed.

Wraith grasped her waist and snapped his hips, driving in deep and coming inside her. Accepting it, she lowered herself to lie on his body, replete from her orgasms and depleted by the energy she’d expended. Her panting breaths grew calmer, becoming slow and shallow as she drifted off in the circle of his brother’s arms.

THE CAST OF HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

Check out Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon (Hell’s Fury MC) at Amazon (free with KU). Book 3 in this series was voted The 50 Best Indie Books of the 2021.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

HELL’S FURY MC: KIT

Contemporary, Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon, Hell's Fury MC: Kit, MC, Paranormal, PNR

HELL’S FURY MC: KIT

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 58,542 words. Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

Release Date June 11, 2022

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A woman with secrets and a man with a past in an unusual second-chance romance.

Kathryn “Kit” Carson dreams of opening a riding school, but between her father Ed’s drinking and gambling, she’s barely keeping the family ranch afloat. When debt forces Ed to rent two empty barns, Kit is wary of their tenant, suspecting illegal activities. Caught snooping, she finds herself in over her head with her life on the line.

Blaze is part of The Order of the Dragon, whose members comprise the Hell’s Fury MC Las Vegas Chapter. A gargoyle warrior who’s survived tragedy and bloodshed, he lives with guilt from his distant past. Called to protect and defend, when he crosses paths with a desperate young woman, he doesn’t hesitate to save her.

Kit can’t afford to trust the handsome shifter who offers her sanctuary, but she can’t deny she’s inexplicably drawn to him. With her secrets exposed comes the realization that she is Blaze’s fated mate.

When danger follows Kit, Blaze fears that history is repeating itself. The past and the present are on a collision course, and one of them may not survive.

This steamy paranormal romance contains adult situations and possible triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. While this book centers on the two main characters, reading the previous books in the Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series is recommended, beginning with Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Heart Order of the Dragon Book 1).

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GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES (free with KU):

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.toGHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Four weeks had passed since her father made a deal with those men. The next night, she’d heard the distant sound of trucks heading toward the two old barns. She’d wondered what they were transporting under cover of darkness. She grew even more suspicious after seeing armed men posted outside the structures.

Construction equipment, her ass. Whatever they had in the barns was worth a helluva lot more than that. Either her father was oblivious, or he was turning a blind eye to what was going on.

Kit was worried that the situation they had gotten themselves into would be far more trouble than it was worth.

Standing on the porch, she glanced across the yard to the paddock and stable, restlessness trickling through her. She’d already mucked out the stalls and seen to the horses. The chickens needed feeding, and eggs had to be gathered.

Her father was in his chair in front of the TV, snoring softly, a half-finished bottle of beer cradled against his chest. He wasn’t going to be any help. Ed Carson rarely was.

Kit sighed. It was never going to change. Unless business picked up where they could afford to hire help, she would be the only one doing things around here.

Grabbing a wicker basket, she skipped down the steps and walked across the yard. The chickens were clucking quietly and pecking lazily at the ground, warming under the mid-morning sun. Thankfully, today promised to be milder than yesterday’s blistering heat.

She scattered the chicken feed, refilled the watering stations, and headed to the back of the coop to check the nesting boxes. They had a flock of good laying hens that provided them with eggs. What she didn’t keep got sold, bringing in a bit of money that was sorely needed. She did the same with the jams and fruit she canned, keeping some and selling the rest. Even the vegetables she grew went to make an earning.

Other chickens went in the stew pot, sometimes with vegetables and noodles added, yielding cans of meat, broth, and soup to stock their pantry. Cooking and canning were some of the homesteading skills she’d learned from her Aunt Mary. She had ensured Kit could be as self-sufficient as possible, with the ability to survive on the ranch without relying on others.

The only thing she couldn’t do was tend to the horses when they got sick. Dr. Laskaris was always on hand, though, if anything happened. He was a shifter (although she wasn’t sure what kind), but he had a way with horses that put them at ease.

There were plenty of eggs to find when she checked the straw, plucking them up from where they were nestled to place in her basket. Finished gathering, she left the hens to eat and headed back to the house.

Kit had a few hours before she had to start lunch. Still feeling restless, she knew that a ride would help.

Hurrying into the house, she set the filled basket on the kitchen table and transferred the eggs to empty cartons. Dating and stacking them in the refrigerator, she washed her hands in the sink and dried them on a hand towel she kept beside it. Satisfied with her morning’s labors, she checked on her sleeping father before heading out.

Striding toward the stable, she gave the east barns a thoughtful glance. A flash of white caught her eye, the T-shirt of one of the men stationed outside them. Was he armed? Most likely. The thought of handguns on the property made Kit shiver. She didn’t like violence.

Reaching the paddock, she chose Merry, the black-and-white pinto mare, to ride. She liked to alternate between the horses to make sure they all got to stretch their legs. Saddling the mare, she gathered the reins, led Merry out of the paddock, and closed the gate behind them. Putting her hand on the pommel, she was ready to mount up when a flurry of motion at the barn caught her eye.

What in heaven’s name was happening? What was going on? Asking her father would get her nowhere. She’d already tried. The only way she would get answers was to check it out herself, but she needed to be wise. The men in their kitchen had struck her as dangerous. If they realized she was snooping, there’d be hell to pay.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW):

Driven by desperation rooted in the distant past, Blaze kissed her fiercely, letting her feel the strength of his passion. His Joan responded, parting her lips to deepen their kiss. Tongues dueled, tested, tasted, tangling in an erotic dance that stole his breath and left him hungry for more.

Grabbing the long cushion from Maria Perez’s lounge chair, he pulled it onto the ground near the fire and laid Joan on top of it. Stretching out beside her, he kissed her fiercely, sliding his thigh over hers to wedge his knee between her legs. He kissed her again, whispering his love in Old French, hearing her vow the same. Moving his hand from her face to her neck, he slid it down, encountering the swell of her unbound breast. Spreading his fingers, he claimed the crest, tightening his hold and feeling her response.

She moaned into his mouth, her hips shifting restlessly, silently begging for more when she was too shy to ask for it.

But he needed the words. He must know beyond doubt that she wanted this, too. He was trying to earn redemption, and fucking with a saint would set him back years, if not eons.

“Tell me,” he whispered in English. “Tell me what you want. Name it, and it’s yours.”

“You,” she said simply, eyes heavy-lidded with passion, fingers tugging at his shirt and lifting it for her hands to explore beneath. “I’ve always wanted you. Please…?”

Driven by centuries of unrequited passion, Blaze didn’t waste time stripping. A quick pull left her pantiless, ruining her cotton briefs that he tossed to the side. Undoing the button of his jeans, he eased down his zipper, taking care not to catch anything as he lowered it. Reaching, he pulled his erection out of his briefs and fisted it, working precum from the tip. One last bit of sanity remained, enough to realize that she’d never be able to handle him without enough foreplay to get her wet and stretch her out.

He cupped her sex and suckled her breast through her nightgown, feeling her sodden folds and inhaling the musk of her arousal. She tilted her pelvis up, meeting his hand and rubbing herself on his fingers. Parting her seam, he stroked her slit and found the hard nub of flesh at its apex. Using two fingers, he polished her pearl, rubbing, circling, catching it between his fingers, and pinching it. At the same time, he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth and tormented the tip with his tongue.

Breathing became a challenge for her. She panted, air sloughing between clenched teeth as she fought to draw enough in to feed her fire. Her breaths became ragged, short, sharp bursts out and labored, extended pulls in. Her thighs quivered, and her body arched, holding for a moment before shattering in his arms.

He pushed his middle finger into her while her walls were still spasming, relishing the feel of her snug little pussy gripping his digit. He started fucking her with it, pushing it, pulling out, going deeper, working until he was buried to the knuckle in her sheath. Pumping his arm, he added a second finger and a third, making her gasp to feel it.

“It’s alright,” he swore. “I need to make sure you can handle me.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I’m so empty, it hurts.”

He was hurting, too. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving her one last chance to stop. After this, he knew there’d be no going back.

“Oui,” she whispered. “Come lie with me and be my love….”

The poem was from another time and place, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did except knowing she was his to have and hold after centuries of empty arms and a wounded heart.

Coming over her, Blaze eased up her hem, exposing the wedge of dark curls in the delta of her thighs and settling himself between them. He took himself in hand and stroked her seam, wetting himself on her juices before finding her opening and notching his glans inside. Pushing, he wedged in deeper, breaching her entrance and forging up her passage, stopping when he encountered the proof of her purity. Straightening his elbows, he looked at the young woman beneath him. Her languorous eyes were glazed with desire, and her perfect lips were swollen from his kisses.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Locking gazes, he snapped his hips and shattered her hymen. She gasped to feel it, tears springing into her eyes. “You’re mine,” he told her, starting to move, determined to make her feel pleasure despite the pain. “You’ve always been mine. You feel it, too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she choked out, her expression shifting from initial acceptance to looking overwhelmed by what fate had in store.

He drove into her harder than he probably should have, but she moaned and rose to meet him. Encouraged by her body’s response despite a lingering look of trepidation, he made love to her, working his way until he was buried deep inside her.

Heaven. She felt like heaven. He swore he could hear a choir of angels singing at their union and blessing it.

DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES

Avenging Angels MC, Contemporary, Devil's Handmaidens MC, MC

The Devil’s Handmaidens MC is a female MC collaborative series with standalone titles from a number of best-selling authors, including Nia Farrell. I’ll be writing about the Wolf Creek, Illinois, Chapter, set in Southern Illinois near the fictional town of Wolf Creek, with crossover characters from my Avenging Angels MC Series. Beast and Blue Boy’s sister, Tara (road name Scarlett), is a patched member of the local Devil’s Handmaidens MC and a bartender at Southern Comfort, a biker bar and restaurant located near the Cache River Swamp. Specializing in Cajun cuisine, Southern Comfort is owned by the Devil’s Handmaidens MC but was initially built with mob money. A major part of the club’s funding comes from high-stakes, invitation-only gambling held in the private back room.

Devil’s Handmaidens MC/Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1 will be Nobody’s Baby, a second-chance romance with Blue Boy and Rumer Presley McKee from Skin (Avenging Angels Book 7). Skin’s epilogue is where Nobody’s Baby begins. While you’ll be able to enjoy the second book as a standalone, your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read the main characters’ backstory in Skin.

You can follow the Devil’s Handmaidens MC Series here. I’ll be adding and updating titles, release dates, and links as they come available. Be sure to follow our Facebook readers group page here.

DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC TITLES BY NIA FARRELL:

NOBODY’S BABY (Wolf Creek Chapter Book 1) release date March 9, 2023

PLANNED TITLES IN THE DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES:

Crossing Styx by Verlene Landon, release date 8/4/2022

Harlow’s Gamble by Andi Rhodes, release date 8/25/2022

Tink by D.M. Earl, release date 11/3/2022

Right as Reign by Debbie Mitchell, release date 1/19/23

Piper’s Payment by K.D. Latronico, release date 1/26/2023

Untitled by W.M. Dawson, release date 2/2/2023

Untitled by Andi Rhodes, release date 2/9/23

Shadow by D. M. Earl, release date 2/16/23

Untitled by Debbie Mitchell, release date 3/2/23

Nobody’s Baby by Nia Farrell, release date 3/9/2023

Omega’s Revenge by Calia Wilde, release date 3/16/23

Tori’s Fall by Penny Anglene, release date 3/23/2023

Untitled by Vera Quinn, release date 3/30/2023

Executing Deliverance by Liberty Parker, release date 4/6/2023

A Queen Kneels to No One by Courtney Lynn Ross, release date 4/13/2023

Untitled by Darlene Tallman, release date 4/20/2023

Relinquishing Lilith by K.D. Latronico, release date 4/27/2023

Untitled by Juls Berghammer, release date 5/4/2023

Wrecked by E.M. Shue, release date 5/11/2023

Taz (Tasmanian Devil) by D.M. Earl, release date 5/18/23

Untitled by Shannon Heighton Hicks, release date 6/1/2023

Untitled by H. J . Marshall, release date 5/25/23

Untitled by Shannon Heighton Hicks, release date 6/1/23

Untitled by Andi Rhodes, release date 6/8/23

Untitled by Linny Lawless, release date 6/15/2023

No Way Out by Kris Anne Dean, release date 6/22/2023

Untitled by Cedar Rose, release date 7/6/2023

Untitled by J. Lynn Lombard, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Jaime Russell and Melissa Filla, release date 7/13/2023

Untitled by Chelle C. Craze, release date 7/20/2023

Vixen by D.M. Earl, release date 8/24/2023

Untitled by Debbie Mitchell, release date 10/19/23

Untitled by Andi Rhodes, release date 10/26/23

Glory by D. M. Earl, release date 11/16/23

Untitled by Penny Anglene, release date 2/1/24

Rebel by D.M. Earl, release date 2/15/24

Untitled by Andi Rhodes, release date 2/29/24

Untitled by Nia Farrell, release date 3/7/24

Untitled by Letha Gene, release date 4/11/24

Vengeance of Lily Morgan by CJ Warrant, release date 4/15/24

Untitled by A.J. Downey, release date 4/25/24

Raven by D. M. Earl, release date 5/23/24

Wildcat by D. M. Earl, release date 8/22/24

Kiwi by D. M. Earl, release date 11/22/24

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

#My3Pens Titles, Claire Marta and Nia Farrell, Contemporary, Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon, Hell's Fury MC: Dangerous Curves, MC, Paranormal, PNR

HELL’S FURY MC: DANGEROUS CURVES (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 1)

by USA Today Bestselling Authors Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length 49,315 words

Cover by Crystal Visions

Single Title Release Date November 6, 2021

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Originally part of the Twisted Steel: A Motorcycle Club Anthology (Second Edition), a USA Today bestseller.

Quake is a club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC, gargoyle shifters who belong to The Order of the Dragon. Together, they are sworn to watch over mankind and supernaturals alike. Warrior, soldier, he’s never envisioned more out of life until a certain stripper catches his eye.

Magenta is a rare red maned wolf shifter. She’s the featured performer and highest-paid sex worker at The Pole Barn, a strip club and brothel near Las Vegas, Nevada, but it’s not where she plans to spend her life.

Magenta—aka Rory Lockheart—dreams of more.

When trouble comes knocking on Magenta’s door, it’s Quake who comes to her rescue. She’s the stuff of his dreams, but women like her don’t date even when attraction ignites between them.

After Magenta is kidnapped, all evidence points to the low-life jackal shifters in the Death’s Head MC. Can Quake find the rare beauty before it’s too late, or will she disappear from his life forever?

Quake and Magenta’s story concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 2). This story ends with a cliffhanger and has adult situations and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

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Excerpt:

Leaning forward, she palmed one pec and bit his other nipple, licking the hurt away.

“Magenta,” he hissed a warning above her head, releasing her arm and fisting her hair.

The feel of it made her breathless with anticipation of what would happen next. Normally, it was the other way around.

She had that effect on men.

“You’re welcome,” she quipped. She hadn’t made him finish, and he hadn’t actually thanked her, but his look spoke volumes. The man was smitten with her. Too bad he couldn’t afford her.

But tonight was off the clock. Her time, not his dime. If she wanted fuck his brains out, Madam Belle couldn’t stop her. Not if she wanted to keep her around, and she did. Magenta was her top draw. A money-making machine.

Tonight, though, she just wanted to be Rory. To be with someone of her choosing.

To be with Quake.

“Stay…?” she asked him. “I’d feel safer if you did. I know you’ll protect me…, won’t you?”

A callused hand cradled her face. His dark eyes were enigmatic.

“Please?” she whispered, prepared to beg him if that’s what it took.

He searched her gaze, looking for answers to questions unknown, trying to figure out what was happening between them. She couldn’t deny that she felt it, too. Something indefinable. Remarkable. Foreign and yet strangely familiar.

An attachment a whore couldn’t afford to feel.

Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow, she’d exorcise it. Rid herself of it. Erase the memory of his touch and forget that tonight ever happened. Madam Belle had just what she needed to do it. But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, she wanted Quake.

HELL’S FURY MC: RORY (GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

Claire Marta and Nia Farrell, Contemporary, Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon, Hell's Fury MC: Rory, MC, Paranormal

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HELL’S FURY MC: RORY

(GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON BOOK 2)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

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Length: 85,919 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date, May 1, 2021

A single mother is confronted by the lover she was forced to leave behind.

Rory has made a new life for herself since escaping the Death’s Head MC sex slave ring. Her company is global, her baby boy is a blessing, and her best friend is her housemate. Haunted by memories of a traumatic past, she’s shocked when she comes face to face with the biker who saved her, the man she was forced to leave behind. Desperate to protect herself and the secrets she’s kept hidden, she pushes Quake away.

For over a year, Quake hasn’t been able to forget the beautiful redheaded shifter who slipped through his fingers. But the passion they’d shared has turned into nothing but cold, hard embers. While visiting New York, the Hell’s Fury MC enforcer stumbles across her picture on the internet and manages to track her down. The reunion isn’t anything like he’s dreamed. Rory is different, distant, and living a new life.

When her baby is kidnapped, Rory learns her past isn’t as buried as she’d hoped. Suddenly, the Death’s Head MC threatens all that she holds dear. Catapulted into a world she’d once escaped, Rory must fight to save herself and her child.

Feeling responsible for not killing the Death’s Head MC President, Khan, as he’d promised, Quake offers the Hell’s Fury MC to help find Rory’s son. Forced to put aside their differences and work together, he quickly learns that the chemistry between them is still there. When events take a twisted turn and fate reveals its hand, Quake realizes that there’s more at stake than either of them could have imagined.

Rory is a second-chance, secret-baby erotic MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.

The eleven books in Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Series feature members of the Hell’s Fury MC, Las Vegas NV Chapter, who appear as secondary characters in the original Guarded Hearts Series. Quake and Rory’s story begins in Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 1) and concludes in Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2). This novel can be enjoyed as a standalone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading their back story first.

GUARDED HEARTS ORDER OF THE DRAGON SERIES:

Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Book 1) http://mybook.to/DangerousCurves (13 Apr 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Rory (Book 2) http://mybook.to/GHD2Rory (1 May 2021)

Hell’s Fury MC: Blue (Book 3) http://mybook.to/GHD3Blue (8 Aug 2021). Voted one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2021.

Hell’s Fury MC: Jesse (Book 4) http://mybook.to/GHD4Jesse (12 Feb 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kit (Book 5) http://mybook.to/GHD5Kit (11 June 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Scout (Book 6) http://mybook.to/GHD6Scout (22 Oct 2022)

Hell’s Fury MC: Emerson (Book 7)

Hell’s Fury MC: Kai (Book 8.)

Hell’s Fury MC: Max (Book 9)

Hell’s Fury MC: Dare (Book 10)

Hell’s Fury MC: Remy (Book 11)

Excerpt 1 (PG):

“What’s up, Rory? You sound weird.”

“I’ve got to tell you, it’s kind of freaking me out. I just left work, and Quake was there. He found me. I don’t know how, but he knows about me. My business…”

“But not what matters most,” Sydney reminded her firmly. “Just get your ass home. We’ll figure something out. As soon as we get off, I’m going to call Guy Marsden. I’d have him intercept you, but you’ll be home before he can escort you back. I’ll let him know he’s on the clock starting now.”

Guy Marsden owned a personal security business. They used his services when they made a public appearance at fashion or trade shows, premieres, or other events. Usually, Guy himself accompanied them. From the furtive looks and admiring glances he slid Sydney’s way, she guessed that his interest was personal, not just professional. To his credit, he kept things strictly business while he was on duty. The trouble was, she didn’t know how long they’d need his services.

Quake was the club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC outside Las Vegas, Nevada. He was probably in town for another fight, the same as last year.

She’d sent him a Dear John text the morning he’d flown back.

He was still angry after a year. Knowing him, he wouldn’t let it go. Not until he had answers that satisfied him. Rory wasn’t ready to explain anything to him. It was one of the reasons she’d left Nevada and never returned. Seeing him again brought the past flooding back—the good and the bad.

By the time she reached the house, she was on the verge of a panic attack. The security guard waved her through the gate as usual when he recognized her. Pulling up in front of the house, she switched off the engine and loosened her grip on the steering wheel. The November air hit her when she opened the door, and suddenly, she was back in the pit in the desert, cold, alone, and hurting. Rory could hear the jackals taunting her, their hands pawing at her body—

“Rory? It’s okay. Just breathe, sweetie. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”

Cracking her eyes open, she realized Sydney was standing beside her, wearing a worried expression. Baby Quinn was in her arms, bundled in a blanket as she rocked him gently.

“Sorry,” Rory croaked, licking her dry lips. “I… was having…”

“A flashback,” her best friend sighed. “You haven’t had one of those in six months. Did you shift?”

“No, thank the goddess,” she quickly assured her, shuddering at the thought of her uncontrolled transformations after she was abducted. “Quake…, seeing him brought everything back… Shit, you’re cold. Let’s get inside.”

Exiting the car, she walked with Sydney into the house. Instead of going into the living room where Quinn had all his baby stuff, she headed for the basement.

They’d installed a specially designed cell in case her little problem ever returned. A shifter who was unstable was not safe to be around. Rory had attacked and killed when she was ambushed by the Death’s Head MC. Her maned wolf form had emerged and slaughtered the jackal shifters, but she had no recollection of it. What followed had been a terrifying time for her. Unable to control what had always been natural, she’d agreed to go into rehab until her psychiatrist could figure out what was going on.

Dr. Steele had helped her get back in command of her body. The thought of losing herself again was even more frightening than having to face Quake.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood for long, painful moments, battling her fears, bolstering her courage. The doorbell sounded, and she raced upstairs, praying it wasn’t the Hell’s Fury Enforcer.

Sydney answered, holding three-month-old Quinn on her hip and standing back to let Guy Marsden in.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, the telltale bulge of his shoulder holster evident beneath his jacket. Guy reached out and tickled Quinn’s cheek, earning a toothless grin. “Hey! How’s my boy?” he cooed. “Christ, he’s getting big! What have you been feeding him?”

Rory couldn’t answer, not once she’d looked past Guy’s shoulder and spied Quake’s face across the street.

Sydney saw him, too, and ran interference. “Don’t just stand there, handsome. Come on in, and you and this little man can play to your heart’s content,” she gushed, knowing Quake was listening. Hell, with those gargoyle ears, he might even hear them once they closed the door.

Rory’s day just went from bad to worse. Quake knew where they lived. There was no more hiding from him now.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

Rory followed Quake upstairs and showed him where Quinn’s little swim trunks were. Diaper bag packed, he started downstairs, headed for the coat closet and the blacked-out SUV they’d given him to drive.

As soon as she heard the front door close, she closed the door to her bedroom, flipped on the soundtrack from Fifty Shades of Grey, stripped off her clothes,and pulled her newest toy from its box, marveling at how close she’d come to replicating Quake’s perfection. As wet as she was, she could probably have done without lube but she used it anyway, greasing up the sex toy and wiping the excess between her legs. Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs, parted her folds, found her opening, and began working it inside her, stretching her tissue, reminding herself that she’d handled him, and remembering how deliciously they’d fit. In, out, harder, deeper. Memories surfaced of the hot tub and her upstairs suite. The air mattress in a veterinarian’s basement. Quake’s bed in his cadre’s clubhouse.

She’d begged him to take her, urging him on.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Quake,” she whispered, driving in deep and twisting her nipple to send herself hurtling over the edge.

She was still panting when she heard it—a sound in the hall.

“Shh,” a male voice exhorted. “Not now, little man.”

Quinn’s answering laugh made her breath seize in her chest. Quake was here. Quake had heard her. And there was nothing she could say to explain it away.

And that’s when she felt it again, another orgasm building with the dildo shoved in her pussy and her fingers pinching her tit. Quake hummed loud enough he knew she’d hear him. Know that he was the one giving her a second orgasm. Not the dildo. Not her memories. That gargoyle voice of his. As it hit her in a crashing wave, Rory arched her back against the mattress with a little cry.

“Oh, man, Quinn. Again? Wasn’t one poopy diaper enough?”

Rory’s eyes snapped open and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Movement in her equaled orgasms. Her son’s reaction to Quake’s voice registered in his bowels. It was ludicrous. Ridiculous. Too damn funny.

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BOOK (LOST CREEK MC BOOK 1)

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TWISTED STEEL MC anthology from Knox Publishing

Includes Book (Lost Creek MC Book 1) by Nia Farrell

Length 19,322 words. Anthology release date April 18, 2020.

In the year 2055, you still don’t mess with Texas…

The Lost Creek MC is comprised of part-Native members adept at living off the land. Their Vice President Book is a shaman. A pure telepath, his psychic gifts have allowed them to survive The Fall of 2045 and flourish despite it in the new American Federation of States.

Hard times have led to harsh laws. In the Flint Hills District of The Great State of Kansas, theft is punishable by death. Book’s dystopian world is turned upside down when he goes after a water thief and meets the one woman on the planet he can’t read.

Twenty-five-year-old Adrienne James is the daughter of rock star Jackson Thomason, now President of The New Republic of Texas, his twin Jacob, and their wife Anna James. After her radiator hose breaks in Kansas, she’s assessed an exorbitant tap fee that must be paid before she’s allowed to leave. The First Daughter of Texas will be a “guest” of the Lost Creek MC until couriers from Austin make it through Oklahoma unscathed and arrive with the money.

Twelve years younger than Book, Adrienne is unabashedly sensual and totally off-limits. Yet his Dominant side wants nothing more than to bring her to her knees. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one who wants her. The First Daughter is a prime political target, and danger is headed their way.

Book introduces the Lost Creek MC Series and is part of the Twisted Steel MC anthology from Knox Publishing, out April 18, 2020. Written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (527 words):

“Problems?” he asked.

She forced her shoulders down and swiveled her head to meet his gaze. Looking into her amethyst eyes was like taking a sucker punch to his gut.

Just who the hell was she?

She gave him a quick once-over before breaking off and slicing her gaze back to her radiator. “You could say that,” she drawled.

There was a hint of the South in her voice. Oklahoma? Southern Missouri, maybe. She wasn’t native to Washington, that was for certain.

“I blew a hose. I’m hoping like hell the duct tape will get me to a garage. You don’t happen to know where I can find one, do you?”

Book eyed the drone and looked at the woman, searching her purple eyes for answers to the questions spiraling in his head. Who was she? What was she? Where had he known her before? She felt too familiar for this to be the first lifetime their paths had crossed.

For all that she was trying to look tough and act self-sufficient, the truth was, she was as vulnerable as any woman stranded in the middle of nowhere. It was asking for trouble, but he was determined to not throw her to the wolves or let the hyenas have her.

“Tate’s Auto Repair is about fifteen miles,” he said, registering the flare of disappointment and hint of panic that flashed in her eyes, “but my club—Lost Creek—has a garage for our bikes and cages. Mack can fix anything and he’ll cut you a deal on labor. Putting on a hose shouldn’t be too much.”

His unspoken question was received loud and clear. She bit her lip at the mention of expense, then confessed, “I can pay, or I can get more if I need to. It’s not safe to travel with too much cash.”

So…she had some money. Hopefully, she had enough to pay for the water. Ideally, she had enough to cover it all in AFS dollars. The legal tender printed by the American Federation of States was the western version of the Euro, available in denominations from one to a thousand. But there were other forms of trade. Other means of payment, especially for someone as young and pretty as she was.

And the world was full of men who’d have demanded it.

She was taking a chance that he wasn’t one of them. But she wasn’t put off by the sight of his cut. He took that as a good sign.

“True enough,” he agreed smoothly. “I’ll need you to follow me. If your van won’t make it, we’ll get Mack to tow it in.”

“Jesus Christ,” she groaned, a soft sound of forced capitulation. “I hope the fuck not. My dads are gonna shit a brick if I have to call them.”

He arched a brow at her comment but said nothing. Two dads were becoming more common these days. So were ménages. Hell, the President of the New Republic of Texas shared his wife with his twin brother.

Times, they are a changing. At least some good things had come along with the bad after the world fell apart.

Excerpt 2 (311 words):

She turned to the club’s Vice President, tilting her head so that she could meet his sapphire gaze. For a moment, she let herself get lost in them. “Thank you for stopping to check on me,” she said when she managed to speak again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t get your name.”

He cleared his throat, the muscles of his neck making his Adam’s apple do an appealing slide. When he spoke, his voice was rougher than it had been when it was just the two of them.

“David Reynolds,” he rasped. “Better known as Book.”

“Book?”

She blinked, wondering if she’d heard him right.

“Book,” he repeated, like he was reading her goddamn mind. “That’s my road name. What they call me in the club.”

“Road name. Yeah, I know,” she quipped, wondering what the hell was her godmother up to.

God bless it, Grace.

She’d told her there was a book in Kansas that she needed to find. She didn’t say a goddamn word about it being a man.

Those beautiful sapphire eyes went hooded and his body stiffened at the sharpness of her tone. The look that he gave her was pure Dom and full of censure.

“Sorry, Sir,” she apologized, cringing at how harsh she’d sounded and taking heart in the way that he responded to the honorific. The man was a Dom. He had to be.

Please let him be a Dom.

“I was just thinking about my uncle,” she lied. “He was in a club back in the day. The Midnight Raiders in Mt. Sterling, Minnesota.”

Scanning the garage, she saw that most of these men rode Hogs. The younger Colson brother had taught her to ride a Harley. Aunt Grace’s two husbands had taught her to ride horses. With all the testosterone in the room, chances were good that she’d be riding a biker tonight.

Excerpt 3 (381 words, NSFW):

“I still don’t know why I can’t read you or why I don’t hear other voices when you’re close by. It’s like a mute button’s been pushed in my brain. This morning, when you stepped outside to make your call, all of a sudden I was hearing Deacon just fine. Usually, I have to listen to the radio or TV or music to drown out the voices enough to sleep. Tonight will be interesting.”

It would be if she had anything to say about it.

Adrienne pounced on the opportunity he’d presented. “Aunt Grace says our guards go down while we sleep. You told me I could pick, but I think we should share the bed. Keep me close. See if it works. Tomorrow night, I can take the couch and you’ll have something to compare it with. You may hear things with me at night that you won’t when we’re awake. Sharing a bed will give you a basis of comparison, something to measure against.”

She looked forward to making her own comparisons. Length and girth. Skill and duration…

Her eyes must have betrayed her, because he leveled another Dom look at her and slowly shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly, his voice quiet, his Zen-master appearance perfectly calm.

In command of her and in control of himself.

If she didn’t have a lady boner before, she had one now. Soft-spoken Doms were the best. They’d watch you misbehave and whisper darkly in your ear, promising to make you regret it.

“Nothing is happening here,” he warned. “You’re the First Daughter of Texas. No one in our lodge is gonna touch you, including me… unless it’s to spank that ass and make you behave.”

Yes, please.

“Settle,” he growled.

God damn, she liked the sound of that. She liked it a lot. “Are you sure you can’t hear my thoughts?” she wondered. He certainly wasn’t having any trouble reading her.

His mouth lifted slightly, lips canting upward. “Your body language is enough. And you’re not masking your face. It’s pretty clear where your thoughts are headed, even if I can’t hear them.”

“Well, damn.” She huffed a breath, unhappy with his refusal to budge when he could be bending her over his knee.

Or his bed.

Or both…

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PLEASURE BOUND (BDSM anthology)

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PLEASURE BOUND

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by Skye Callahan, Nia Farrell, Deanndra Hall, Simone Leigh, Christina Mandara, Laci Paige, Adaline Raine, Claire Thompson, Shannon Youngblood, and Michele Zurlo.

Release Date: December 1, 2019. Offered FREE for a limited time

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Ten stories of masterful Dominance and submission – first books in BDSM series by Skye Callahan, Nia Farrell, Deanndra Hall, Simone Leigh, Christina Mandara, Laci Paige, Adaline Raine, Claire Thompson, Shannon Youngblood, and Michele Zurlo.

These sinful novels are full of heat, suspense, and seduction. Guaranteed to make the tops of your toes and fingers tingle (and everything else in between)!

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Entrust (A Club Obsidian Novel) by Skye Callahan

Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1) by Nia Farrell

Adventurous Me (The Bliss Series Book 1) by Deanndra Hall

Mastering the Virgin (Box Set 1) by Simone Leigh

Sparks by C.P. Mandara

The Silken Edge by Laci Paige

Daddy’s Sassy Little Supermodel by Adelaine Raine

The Compound (The Compound Trilogy) by Claire Thompson

Just a Man (The Porter Trilogy) by Shannon Youngblood

Drawing on Love (Mercenary Hearts Trilogy) by Michele Zurlo

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What happens when MC meets erotic romance? Find out when you enter the world created by award-winning author Nia Farrell. The Season One box set includes the updated introductory short story and books 1-4. Written for ages 18+. Includes:

KEEPER—THE AVENGING ANGELS MC INTRODUCTION.

Expanded length: 2,834 words. Originally published June 1, 2017.

Teasers and Excerpt: http://bit.ly/AAMCintroWP

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.

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FIND HER: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 1

Length 40,669 words. Originally published date June 8, 2017.

~A 2018 Golden Flogger Finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year~

Teasers & Excerpt http://bit.ly/AAMC1WP

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.

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KEEPER: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 2

Updated length 42,626 words. Originally published September 8, 2017.

Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/AAMC2WP

When Avenging Angels MC Vice-President Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan Mad Dog recognizes Isabella Castellari 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.

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LOSER: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 3

Updated length 44,898 words. Originally published May 8, 2018.

Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/AAMC3WP

They’ve both lost something…

For kindergarten teacher and kidnapping victim Sara Davies, it was a baby. For tattoo artist and Avenging Angels MC member Flynn McGee, it was his chance at a happily ever after. Bullied as a dyslexic teen, the product of a broken home, he struggles daily with self-worth. Sara battles PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, and night terrors that require medication if she has any hope of getting some sleep.

Flynn believes that BDSM would help Sara in her healing process but she’s only done vanilla. She thinks that Flynn needs to share his original artwork with the world. Each of them pushes the other, but the conflict that comes from being outside their comfort zones only fuels their passion.

Their fledgling relationship is put to the test when Sara becomes the target of a dangerous stalker. Can Flynn and the Avenging Angels keep her safe, or will Sara become Reaper’s next victim?

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REAPER: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 4

Updated length 69,335 words. Originally published January 18, 2019.

Teasers and excerpts http://bit.ly/AAMC4WP

This dark, gripping Season One finale is loaded with triggers. Consider yourself warned.

Maureen “Mama Mare” McLanahan is the mother of five grown children and married to Patrick “Papa Bear” McLanahan, President of the Avenging Angels MC. For twenty-eight years, she has kept secrets that could shatter her marriage and ruin their lives. When their daughter Rose is kidnapped by their rival Blackwater Demons MC, Mare’s history with the Demons’ President Reaper returns to haunt her.

Rose emerges unscathed, but Mare is taken and brutally used before she’s rescued. Between the Visconti crime family and the Avenging Angels MC, the Blackwater Demons are destroyed—all save one. Reaper escapes. Mare spends the next three years fearing for her daughter and struggling with PTSD from her ordeal.

Reaper eventually resurfaces with a vengeance, taking and using two more women before he’s through. His heinous acts demand justice, but whose hand will wield the sword?

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EXCERPT:

Isabella bit her lip, wondering what God was thinking when her car broke down miles from nowhere and she’d prayed for help. Surely He wouldn’t send Luke McLanahan. But there was no one else in sight. The next man who stopped might just pull her from her car or force his way inside.

The devil she knew seemed the better of the two.

“Can you give me a ride home?” she asked, cringing when she saw his grin flatten.

“You think that’s wise?” He put his arm on the roof and hooked a thumb into his belt loop, drawing her gaze downward to the front of his jeans.

No wonder her sister had crushed on him.

“What?”

He sighed heavily. “I said, that didn’t work out so well last time.”

Yes, but Krissy had come back half-naked in someone else’s clothes, clinging to Mad Dog’s back, while his three brothers rode shotgun to make sure nothing happened with her dad. They’d heard the rumors. She’d lived with them all her life.

“My folks are gone. If you don’t want the neighbors to see, then drop me off at the gas station by the highway,” she said. “I’ll call my friend Anna to come get me.”

Mad Dog gave her an odd look, then nodded his head. “Get your stuff, close your windows, and lock up. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”

It wasn’t the gas station. He buzzed right by the turn-off and kept going, not stopping until he’d pulled into the Avenging Angels’ gated parking lot, lined with bikes and flanked with vehicles. “Get off and stay close,” he ordered, not bothering to see if she did.

Left with no choice, she shouldered her bag and followed him into the clubhouse.

The air was heavy with more than tobacco smoke and rife with the smell of sex. In what seemed to be the club’s communal room, every piece of furniture was occupied by bikers getting blow jobs, eating pussy, or banging one of the club sluts. In a far corner, she saw Luke’s brother Richie sprawled in a chair, thighs spread wide, while a familiar head bobbed up and down between them.

Isabella’s stomach dropped, and she turned away.

There’d be no help from Anna tonight.

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 that 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 doorknob.

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?” Tugging downward and lifting her chin, he forced her face up to meet his heated gaze.

“Stay….”

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(AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 5)

by Nia Farrell

Length 46,920 words. Release date December 25, 2019. FREE with KU.

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Tag line: She must submit if she wants to survive.

When Avenging Angels MC assassin Iceman is ordered to “take care of” a former employee who stole from the club, he has every intention of doing a clean, quick kill with no trace left behind. No one told him that Holly Webster is a young single mother with a sick child. Learning that her three-year-old boy is the grandson of the club’s arch-rival Reaper, President of the Blackwater Demons, Iceman decides to keep Holly instead of killing her.

A Dominant like the rest of his club brothers, Iceman suddenly finds himself in a Master/slave relationship in the bedroom and head of an instant family, complete with a dog. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from his club but Holly and Zach are at risk until Reaper is found. Can Iceman keep them safe or will Reaper find them first?

In the first truly dark romance of the series, More begins as a nonconsensual relationship that gradually shifts from forced compliance to consensual as Holly discovers the man behind the gun. The story includes a Master/slave relationship, adult situations, domestic discipline, and potential triggers. Written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

Remembering this morning’s fiasco, he’d kept an eye on Zach while his mother took a fast shower to wash away the smell of tuna.

Kids.

Hers was bright. Flipping through pages, he recited books to his teddy bear from memory and entertained himself with games that she’d loaded on his reader. At one point, he’d brought his tablet over to Iceman, sat by his right arm, and studied his ink, fascinated by his stylized tribute to his favorite band, Guns and Roses.

Holly came back dressed in the same clothes but definitely smelling fresher. He realized that he’d forgotten to tell her to shave her box.

She slowed her steps when she saw his frown. “Is everything okay?” she asked hesitantly, afraid that one or both of them were in trouble.

“Yeah,” he said, scratching his chin. “I was gonna tell you to shave. Maybe tonight, once we get Little Bit here in bed.”

“Lidduw Bit?” This, from an affronted Zachariah. “I’m a big boy!” he declared, beating a tiny fist against his chest. “Mommy, teww him!”

“Zach, why don’t we ask Iceman where he came up with Little Bit? Maybe there’s a story.”

“There is,” he said, turning to her son. “This whole time your mommy was gone, anytime you asked me how long she’d be, what did I say?”

Zach stuck out his lower lip and furrowed his brow, trying to remember. “You said she’d be done in a lidduw bit.”

Iceman nodded. “In my club, everyone who joins gets a road name. But even prospects get called something.”

He nodded as if he understood, then stated, “I’m Zach and Mommy’s Lidduw Bit.”

Fuck if the kid wasn’t on to something. Iceman could hear himself. I want a Little Bit. I need a Little Bit. Give me a Little Bit.

He grinned unrepentantly at Holly. “You heard him. You’re Little Bit. But the boy here still needs a handle.”

Zach framed his face in his hands and thought about it hard.

“What does your mom call you,” Iceman asked him, “when she doesn’t call you Zachariah or Zach?”

“Big boy… and sweetie…,” he said. Wrinkling his nose, he rejected that from consideration. “And bucko….”

Iceman slapped his denim-covered thigh. “Well, there we go. Little Bit and Bucko. Congratulations. You both got club names.”

Holly shook her head, amused by her son.

Tossing his reader onto the seat, Zach launched himself at Iceman, throwing his arms around his neck and hugging him fiercely.

“Thank you, Iceman!” he chortled. “I’m Bucko!”

At least it was a name that he could say, no r’s or l’s to struggle through. Chances were, the sounds would come with age and practice. If not, they’d have to check into getting him speech therapy.

He didn’t stutter, so he had that much going for him.

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

Expecting to see a red room of pain, she stepped into what looked like any normal man’s bedroom. The Mission-style bed, matching dresser and mirror, end tables, and chest of drawers were made of sturdy oak. A log cabin quilt in somber tones of rust, hunter green, tan, and navy covered the width of the king-sized mattress.

Her bag of clothes sat by the door next to a slat-back chair. He’d hung her purse on the back of it.

“Put it there,” he said, motioning from her hand to his dresser. Sitting on the chair, he pulled off his boots, peeled off his socks, and tucked them under, out of the way. Standing in front of the mirror, she watched him rise and stalk across the room, his hunter’s gaze fixed on her form, his man’s desire growing with every step that he made.

One way or another, whatever he wanted, he was going to take.

He stepped close behind her, reached around, and planted his hands on the dresser, caging her in his arms. Burying his nose in her hair, he took a deep breath that escaped on a sigh. “You shouldn’t smell so good.”

She didn’t, she wanted to tell him. She’d worked up a sweat, hurrying to load what they needed and get on the road. The change of clothes had helped, but she knew she could use another shower.

She wondered how he’d managed to keep fresh wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt and a ski mask in the early summer heat. His hair was damp with sweat but she couldn’t smell shampoo or body wash or a discernible scent of any kind. It seemed odd until she realized that he was a killer. An assassin would take care to go unnoticed, avoiding fragrances that could give him away or help identify him later.

Leaning away, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a full sleeve of ink from his right shoulder to his wrist. His left biceps—where the Avenging Angels logo normally went—was bare. There was nothing to link him to the club beyond the cut that he’d pulled from his saddlebag and carried into the cabin.

His sculpted chest was shaved as smooth as his rope-veined arms. A beaded necklace reached to his heart, ending in what looked like a claw. With that thick beard of his, he didn’t look Native American but she wondered if he wasn’t part Cherokee like her dad. The Trail of Tears to Oklahoma ran across the lower part of the state. Eventually, some descendants had made their way back to Illinois.

His heated gaze met hers in the mirror. Knowing that she was watching, he lifted his arm and rubbed a hand across his pecs, feeling the puckered brown discs of his areolas and making his nipples tighten into hard, pebbled crests.

“Take off your top.”

Pulling her hair over one shoulder to keep it from getting caught, she hooked her fingers into the bottom of her halter top and pulled it over her head. The black of her bra contrasted with her fair skin and tawny hair. The look of masculine appreciation confirmed that she’d made the right choice.

She ran a finger along the top edge, tracing the swell of her breast.

A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. “Cocktease,” he rumbled, making it sound like a dangerous thing. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back against his front and ground his erection against her. “Such a dirty girl,” he tsked, cupping her sex. “Flynn McGee said you were so tight, he nearly busted a nut just working his way in. He knew it had been a while for you, but he didn’t know you were Sig’s old lady.”

Holly felt shame wash over her, reddening her cheeks and making her stomach clench. “I hadn’t been with anyone since Zachariah was born,” she whispered. She’d still be celibate if Reaper hadn’t found her and ordered her to do what she had.

“What about Shawn Porter?” he asked. “The customer you propositioned?”

Holly shook her head in denial. “It was a joke,” she insisted. “He’d been hitting on me and Easy A was playing on the TV in the waiting room. I quoted a line from the movie…, told him I’d had my eye on a label maker and wanted a hundred dollar gift card and he took it seriously, the piece of shit.”

Just that fast, his fist was in her hair, holding her tight and pulling her up onto her toes. “You’re not one to talk, little girl. Not with five hundred dollars missing from the till.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice fracturing, her vision blurring with tears. The hand he’d shoved in her crotch slid upward. Five splayed fingers caught her breast in a bruising grip.

He jerked her hair, making her yelp. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

He jacked himself against her back, his erection digging a trench along her spine. “Close,” he whispered in her ear and bit it. “In the clubhouse, I’d be your Sir and you’d be my pet. I’d know your hard and soft limits and your safewords to slow or stop. But you lost that right when you stole from the club and made a customer think you were a whore. You belong to me now, dirty girl. I own you. Here, I am the Master and you are my slave. No choice. No safewords. My word is your law. I say, you do. No arguments, no excuses, no delays. Do you understand?”

“Yes…, Sir…,” she grated, tears escaping to track down her eyes.

He slapped her breast. “Yes, what?” he snarled, slapping it again.

“Yes…, Master…!”

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MORE (AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 5) SNEAK PEEK

Avenging Angels MC, Contemporary, MC, More

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MORE: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 5 Sneak Peek…

by Nia Farrell

More is a dark romance with the club assassin Iceman and Holly Webster, mother of Reaper’s three-year-old grandson Zachariah. Desperate to provide for her asthmatic son, Holly borrows money from the cash drawer at Angel Ink but is caught before she can replace it. The club assassin sent to take care of her doesn’t know what she has a child until the night he comes to kill her.

Iceman finds himself with an instant family when he decided to keep Holly instead.

Here’s a bit of their first morning together with her precocious but health-challenged three-year-old son…

Unedited excerpt:

Remembering this morning’s fiasco, he’d kept an eye on Zach while his mother took a fast shower to wash away the smell of tuna.

Kids.

Holly came back dressed in the same clothes but definitely smelling fresher. He realized that he’d forgotten to tell her to shave her cunt.