HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

HELL’S FURY MC: JESSE

(Guarded Hearts Order of the Dragon Book 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 73,137 words

Cover Design by Crystal Visions

Release Date February 12, 2022

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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

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.

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DEVIL’S HANDMAIDENS MC COLLABORATIVE SERIES

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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

ONE (Avenging Angels MC Book 6)

ONE: AVENGING ANGELS MC BOOK 6

by Nia Farrell

Length 48,247 words. Release date February 22, 2022.

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Jolene Chaisson draws the attention of the two Avenging Angels Enforcers

Jolene Chaisson (aka Sweet Thang) is something of a mystery. The Cajun beauty clearly comes from a privileged background, but no one knows what brought the young Louisiana woman to Illinois or how she ended up a sweetbutt in the Avenging Angels clubhouse.

To the club Enforcers Beast and Hawk, Sweet Thang is the woman they want but have never had. Even though she’s slept her way through most of the club’s single members, she’s avoided them, sensing they’re the most dangerous. When Beast and Hawk save her from being abducted and circumstances force them together, she realizes she’s never felt safer than in their arms.

But being with the Avenging Angels makes her a target for their enemies. Can Hawk and Beast protect her when Reaper reappears?

One (Avenging Angels MC Book 6) is part of a continuing storyline that begins in Find Her (Avenging Angels MC Book 1). While it can be read as a standalone, the timeline continues beyond this book, and your reading experience will be enhanced if you’ve read Books 1-5. Contains adult themes, consensual power exchange, and a BDSM relationship between two Dominant men and the submissive woman they share. MFM ménage, written for Ages 18+.

Excerpt 1 (PG13):

Beast watched the shifting look in Jolene’s whiskey eyes morph from surprise to trepidation to steely resolve. She was a brave one. He’d give her that.

He’d scared her shitless the first time she’d seen him in action, and she’d kept her distance ever since. As much as he regretted the circumstances that had thrown them together, he’d never forget how she felt lying in the circle of his arms, the softness of her skin, and the fragrance of her hair. He’d thought about asking Hawk to try and talk her into a threesome, but he didn’t want to put Jolene off his best friend, too.

“Here. Let me help,” Beast murmured, advancing slowly so that he didn’t set off any triggers. She might not remember what happened at the bar, but he fucking guaranteed her subconscious mind had recorded it all. “You need to be in bed until that shit is out of your system. Come on now, Sweet Thang. Can you stand for me?”

She planted a palm on the concrete vanity top and tried valiantly to push herself to her feet. Seeing the trouble she was having, Beast stepped in and took over. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her back to his bed, settling her in the center of the California king-sized mattress.

Grateful that she accepted his help rather than fight him, he piled pillows behind her back and pulled the top sheet over her lap, regretfully covering those killer legs of hers.

Breathing a soft sigh of relief when Hawk stepped back into the room, she bit her lip and kept her eyes downcast, refusing to look at either of them. Pride or prejudice? Beast wondered. After getting off to an unfortunate start, he was hoping that last night might turn things around. If she’d only talk to him…, give him a chance and get to know him, she’d learn that she could trust him to take care of her. Be her champion when she needed one and her Dominant as soon as he could get her to agree to a play session with him.

“I’m gonna get you some water,” he told her. “You need to drink. Hydrate. It’ll help get you back on track sooner.”

He hoped so, anyway, figuring it was a reasonable assumption. Jolene must have thought so, too, because she didn’t argue, just accepted the plastic tumbler he filled in the bathroom and pressed into her hands.

“When you’re ready, we need you to tell us about last night,” Hawk reminded her. “Everything you can remember.”

She cleared her throat, gripping the tumbler and holding it against her chest. “There was a band,” she began slowly. “It was crowded. I got a drink at the bar and was looking for a table when this guy saw me. He bought us both drinks and invited me to sit with him and his friends, Lyle, Red, and Buck. The other three were rodeo riders. Abe—the one who bought me a drink—was a clown.”

“A clown?” Beast asked, making sure he’d heard her right.

Jolene shuddered. “Nothing funny about him,” she chuffed. “I was on my second drink when I started feeling strange. I don’t remember anything after that.”

Excerpt 2 (NSFW)

“Clothes off, little girl.  Time for your bath.”

Jolene hesitated a beat before obeying.  Reaching down, she peeled off her hose and shrugged off her sheer robe, making a bundle and setting it by the black lace thong on one side of the sink.  Looking up, she met his gaze in the mirror and nervously bit her lip.

“What?” he asked, wondering what the hell was going on.  Why was she dragging her heels?

“The plug.”  She whispered the words like she was confessing her dirtiest, darkest secret.  “It’s still in.”

Beast dropped his gaze to the jeweled end winking in the incandescent light.  Hawk had said to leave it until she had to bathe or void, but he wasn’t here to remove it.

“Stay there,” he ordered.  Grabbing a spare roll of toilet tissue from beneath the sink, he tore off a section and laid it on the counter.  Pressing his left palm against the small of her back, he grasped the plug with his right hand, worked it in and out, and twisted it free, laying it on the tissue.  Her hole was slow to close but looked fine.

More than fine.

It was too damn tempting for an ass man like him.  Any notion that he could keep this impersonal shattered like broken fetters, allowing his erection to rise without impediments.

Spreading his fingers, he put his hand over the curve of her caned bottom and squeezed.

Moaning with pleasure, their Cajun painslut arched her spine and pushed back into his touch.  Between the swollen folds of her shaved pussy, her dewy slit glistened, her juices escaping to track down her thighs.  The air was thick with her musk.

Just how far would she let him go?

“Beautiful,” he murmured, the erotic timbre of his voice making her skin flock with goosebumps.  “What do you want, Sweet Thang?  You want it forced?  You want it rough?  You want me to tie you up or just throw you down and own that pussy and ass?”

He humped her crack, letting her feel just how hard he was for her.  The friction made her gasp and push her hips back to grind against him.

“Or I could take you here,” he rumbled.  “Keep you bent just like this and fuck that hungry hole of yours.  Stick my dick in your ass, fill you up, and ream you out.”

Her only response was heavy breathing and the look of desperation when their eyes met in the mirror.

Reaching for the bottom of his boxers, Beast pushed up the hem, pulled his erection out of the leg opening, and stroked it with his hand.  The vanity drawer had the lubricant and condoms he would need.  Taking out both, he ripped open a foil packet and pulled the prophylactic from its pouch.

Wrapping up, he lubed his length and wiped the excess in her crack, teasing her bunghole before dipping a finger inside.  “Safeword if you need to,” he told her, “but ten inches is coming your way.”

Jolene went still, forcing herself to relax.  Notching his glans in her hoop, Beast gripped her hips and tilted his pelvis, sinking his length into her inch by incredible inch.  She panted softly, sucking air between her teeth and pushing it out, gasping when he reached around and pinched her tit.  Keeping hold of the pebbled tip, he twisted and pulled it brutally, making her even wetter.

“I wish like hell I had clamps,” he rasped in her ear and bit it.  Sliding his hand south, he pushed his fingers into her groin and found her pleasure button.  “I’d make you stand straight and watch in the mirror while I played with your clit, tortured your nipples, and fucked your ass.”

Jolene went still for a moment.  Exhaling softly, she straightened her arms and pushed off the vanity, pressing her back against his front in silent invitation.

Beast felt a bolt of lust strike straight to his core.  “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, giving her one last chance before things got intense.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.  “But I’m tired of watching and wondering what it feels like when you fuck the other sweetbutts.”  She caught her lower lips between her teeth and searched his gaze.  When she released it, her mouth was set, and her whiskey eyes were lit with determination.  “I would like to be able to walk when we’re done.”

Beast pulled out an inch and pushed in deeper.  “Little girl, I had to carry you in here,” he reminded her.  “Do you really expect to walk out?”

“No.”

“Good.”

MIDNIGHT RAIDERS MC SERIES

The Midnight Raiders MC Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell debuts 12 April 2022 in the Twisted Steel: Third Edition. The anthology is up for pre-order, specially priced at 99¢. We hit the USA TODAY list with the second edition and hope the next one will be even more successful.

The book Claire and I are writing for it is MM, but we expect the second book in the series to be MMF. This new series is a unique take on a popular genre. We hope readers will enjoy it as much as we love writing it.

The series is set in Edwardsville, Illinois, home of a Route 66 festival where our Book 1 main characters meet. To research, I made a trip to this year’s festival, took lots of pictures, and wrote from first-hand observation. The century-old Sears and Roebuck house, local businesses, and clubhouse in the series are pure invention but fun to write. We can’t wait to show them to you!

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

 

 

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+.

 

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)

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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.

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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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