THE FOUR STAGES OF LOVING DUTCH OWEN

by Debra Kayn
Publication Date: February 1, 2021
Tropes: Age Gap, Alpha Male, Forbidden Love
Genres: Adult, Saga Romance, Contemporary, Romance, Biker

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SYNOPSIS

Most people will frown on a relationship between Dutch Owen and Marla Marie.
Unless they were there from the beginning…

Dutch stole Marla Marie Smith when she was ten years old. She wouldn’t say kidnapped because she willingly left town with him. She’d even swear on her mother’s life that she gave him no choice but to keep her.

Thrust into a new lifestyle with Rachel and Skull, Marla fails to adapt to her new family, longing to go back home. Always on the outside, never belonging, she connects and relies on Dutch in a way that escapes her. With him, they have no secrets. She grows up trusting that he’ll never leave her.

Some will say he forced Marla Marie to love him. Maybe he had.
But he needs her as much as she needs him.

Riding for WAKOM Motorcycle Club, the open road is his home as he rides between the three chapters. The fallback of wearing the patch brings added risks to his life. But the biggest danger to his freedom comes in the form of a young girl. While he protects Marla Marie throughout the years from the world, his MC family, and himself, an unbreakable bond grows between them.

Until he finds himself in a situation where he must set her free and chance destroying them both.

—This is a saga romance novel that’ll take you through growing pains, stubborn rebellion, crippling heartache, and uninhibited passion.

EXCLUSIVE RELEASE EXCERPT

Marla backed out of the parking lot. Driving out of town, she refused to look in her rear-view mirror. She knew Dutch was there. The roar of his motorcycle penetrated the car.

Once she arrived home, she ran to the house. She locked herself inside and backed away from the door. What other option had Dutch given her?

He told her to go. He set her free.

He couldn’t come back and invade her space. How was she supposed to handle him being around?

The doorknob rattled, then stopped. She bit into her lower lip, holding her breath, knowing Dutch wasn’t the type of man to let a piece of wood stop him.

The door swung open. Dutch stepped inside, holding up a key.

She swallowed. Of course, he would have an extra key to the house.

She should’ve changed the locks. But if she’d done that, he wouldn’t have been able to get inside if he came back—which he had.

He looked around the room before landing his gaze on her. “I could use something to eat.”

“You should’ve stayed at the pool hall,” she said, breaking her silence.

He strode forward. She backed away from him, bumping into the wall.

Her pussy quivered in awareness. He lowered his head, putting his lips to her ear. “It’s not food I’m hungry for.”

Her back slid against the wall, and her eyelids closed when his tongue pulled her earlobe into his mouth.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. As soon as she hit the mattress, she got a burst of energy and scooted to scramble off.

“You can’t walk in here and—”

“You want to see what happens every time I think about you.” He unlatched his belt, undid his fly, and pulled out his cock.

She stared at the angry hardness in his hand, paralyzed to move. There were times when she was growing up that she’d had the chance to see men in all their glory, but none of them had been Dutch.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Doing what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” He stepped up to the bed and grabbed her ankles, pulling her until she fell flat on her back. “Remember the orgasm you had, rubbing against me?”

She panted. That morning, alone with him at Rachel and Skull’s house, had replayed in her head every time she touched herself. Her experience was the most important thing to her because, for the last five years, that’s all she had.

“That was the sweetest thing in my memories, and every time I jerked myself off, it was your pretty, little face in front of me.” He gripped the hem of her shorts and yanked.

She gasped at the sudden rush.

His gaze lowered, and he growled. “That orgasm you had with me and every single one you’ve had without me will not come close to what you’re going to have tonight.”

Her heart thrummed—half in fear, half in pleasure.

ABOUT DEBRA KAYN

Debra Kayn is published by Grand Central Publishing, Simon & Schuster Publishing, Carina Press – Harlequin Enterprises Limited, and repped by agent, Stephany Evans of FinePrint Literary Management.

Believing everyone deserves to love and be loved, she takes the most unlikely characters and turns them into heroes and heroines.

She lives with her family in the Bitterroot Mountains of beautiful North Idaho where she enjoys the outdoors, the four seasons, and the wild animals that gather in her yard.