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★★★★★ Goodreads Review ~ ❝𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗦!! 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗱 & 𝗡𝘆𝘅 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!! 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸!!𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗠𝗖 𝗠𝗔𝗡!! 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘆, 𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻!!!💙💙💙𝗡𝗬𝗫 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗕𝗔𝗗𝗔$$ 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻!!💙💙💙❞

His thought processes would make any other man cringe.
Calculating. Meticulous. Always thinking.
Guilt to this day for ruining his brother’s life due to his actions always lurked in his mind.
Nyx wanted to blend into the background, work and live a life of peace and safety.
Something she lost growing up and desperately craved.
Choosing Sumner, Georgia she’d hoped to find just that.
Undetected and under the radar always fighting under the surface.
A spark of passion connects Raid and Nyx creating a bond they both desperately want.
Except the past never stays in the past.
When it collides with the present, everyone’s world get tilted on its axis and threatens to implode not only for them, but the entire Ravage MC family.



Harper’s world has been shattered, and she’s desperate for time—time to heal, time to rebuild her life, and time to learn how to trust again. What she doesn’t need is a relentless, snarky biker barging into her life, stirring emotions she vowed never to experience again.



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The Untouchables MC Series
by Joanna Blake
Publication Date: January 17, 2021
Genre: Adult, Contemporary, MC Romance

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I’ve avoided getting tied down my whole damn life.
Then temptation moves in next door.
Turns out, I don’t mind being leashed when she’s holding the rope.
I’m second in command of the Untouchables MC. I don’t do complications.
When our rival club ends up leaderless and starts causing trouble, I’m forced to step in.
I never wanted to be club president.
I never wanted to settle down.
But the cute little nursing student next door is irresistible. Wifey material, plain and simple. If I were smarter, I’d run like hell.
Notice I never said I was smart.
She might fear me, but there’s no mistaking the fireworks when we’re together.
After a brutal wait and a little luck, I finally get her in my bed where she belongs.
How do I convince her to stay forever?
Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them.
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Fucking Mondays.
Monday mornings were always the hardest.
Cage’s hand slipped down his bare chest and under the tangled sheet to find another reason mornings were hard.
With one hand wrapped around his morning wood, he yawned. He needed to take a piss but that wouldn’t happen any time soon. At least not until his current dilemma was resolved.
The toilet flushing in the small bathroom attached to his room in the club’s bunkhouse had his eyes popping open and his heart skipping a beat.
What the fuck?
Who the fuck was in his bathroom?
He jackknifed up to a seated position and glanced around the room, trying to remember everything that happened last night at, or after, the club’s pig roast.
They’d gone on a Sunday club run. Check.
They had a pig roast afterward since they had a lot of leftovers from the prior weekend’s charity poker run. They’d raised a shit ton of scratch for the Kids Can Do Foundation. So, he stuffed his gut full of good grub. Check.
He’d played a couple rounds of pool with Ozzy and scored a Benjamin. Check.
Then he lost it to Dodge at darts. Unfortunate check.
Billie had been trying to drag him back into his room all night. She didn’t succeed. Check.
Wait.
Or did she? Uncheck.
Fuck.
He scanned the floor for a female’s clothing. No black combat boots or goth shit. No heavy makeup staining his pillow. Thank fuck. Check.
He usually ended up hurting after Billie got her hands on him. She was into some crazy shit. Currently, he wasn’t sore, bleeding or bruised. Check. Check. Check.
He quickly continued to go through his night as he heard the water run in the sink.
Whiskey? Check.
Lots of whiskey? Check.
Too much whiskey? Fuck.
So much so, he didn’t have a fucking clue who was going to pop out of his bathroom like a stripper coming out of a surprise birthday cake.
Did it really matter?
Probably not.
The only problem was, one of the bunkhouse rules was no women overnight. He didn’t need Trip kicking his ass out of his room. He liked living here. It was cheap. He had his own crapper. He had full access to the stocked kitchen down the corridor. He could get drunk off his ass and just stumble his way back to his bed. And, best of all, plenty of pussy was always available.
He held his breath as the doorknob on the bathroom turned.
It was like spinning a roulette wheel. His dick could’ve been placed in anyone’s box.
Well, female only, of course.
The door swung open and…
He blinked.
The woman smiled and tossed her long platinum-blonde hair over her shoulder.
Well, at least she wasn’t fugly.
But he had no idea who she was. “Uh…”
Her smile widened as she climbed into bed with him. Naked.
He had to admit her body was banging.
Which was probably why he banged her. Even drunk he had good taste.


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by Debra Kayn
Patches: Tarkio MC, #4
Publication Date: December 15, 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Biker



An eye for an eye. If it takes a lifetime, he’ll make those responsible for murdering his parents pay.
Whip walked out of prison wanting retaliation on Cusclan Motorcycle Club. As a second-generation Tarkio member, all he’s known was club life. People are either loyal or rebels, and he has no time or interest in dealing with anyone associated with his enemies.
But one platinum blonde with long, sexy legs refuses to keep her distance and leave Missoula.
Twyla’s whole life has been a case of disappointing others. Call her unfeeling, rude, or stuck-up. She rather flip her finger up at the world than let anyone hurt her again. That’s why she aims the pistol she stole from her ex-boyfriend and fires the shots. It’s why she refuses to give what she stole back. It’s why she won’t let the Tarkio member tell her to leave town.
Frustration makes her weak. One sexy biker makes her strong and gives her hope.
With her life in turmoil, she has to make a choice. Trust Whip or never see him again.

Twyla stood, dressed quickly, and walked into the kitchen. Whip reached under the cushion and grabbed his pistol, putting it back in his jeans.
Cupboards banged in the other room. He watched her, searching through each one. They were all bare from Angie moving her possessions over to Ringtails.
Twyla stopped, gripped the sink, and hung her head. He walked over to her but stayed back from touching her.
She was right there with him moments ago, riding free, enjoying herself.
“You okay?” He grabbed a pack of smokes out of his vest pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it.
“No.” She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. “I need coffee. I need some right now. This minute.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t think.” She put her two fingers to her forehead. “I need caffeine…to think.”
He picked up the phone. “I’ll get you a coffee.”
“Coffee doesn’t come from a telephone.” She scoffed. “I need to go to the store.”
“Just hold on a minute.” He dialed the clubhouse.
“Yeah?” said Banks.
“It’s Whip.” He kept his eye on Twyla, ready to stop her if she tried to leave the house.
“You missed calling in. Priest has a crew out distracting the cops in the area. Rick was going to split apart from them and make contact with you. Has he showed up?”
“No.”
“Shit. Hang on.” Banks yelled, “Someone shut that damn music off. I can’t fucking hear.”
He waited for his MC brother to tell him what was going on. It only took ten minutes or so to go from the clubhouse to Tenth Street. Rick should’ve been here and left already.
“You need to sit tight. Don’t step outside the house until Rick or Priest contacts you. I’m going to ride out and see if I can find someone.” Banks cussed. “Something’s up.”
“Did someone find out what was happening last night?”
“Brother, I’m not saying anything over the phone. Just hang tight.”
“Right.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Talk later.”
He hung up. What the hell was going on?
Last night, he would’ve guessed that the cop chasing him wanted to pull him over for some strummed-upped charge to make his quota. The news that Tarkio riders were out on the streets and someone hadn’t made contact with him yet, bothered him.
He wanted to ride out and see what was going on. The responsibility of keeping the members safe and free fell to him. If they were in trouble, he needed to be out there. Not hiding away in the house waiting for them.
“Is everything okay?” Twyla frowned. “That call didn’t sound too good.”
“I need to stay here for a little longer,” he murmured, trying to figure out where the crew would go and what risks laid in their path.
“Well, you do what you have to do.” She walked past him. “I’m going to clean up and go to the store.”
He hooked her wrist before she could escape. “I can’t let you do that, sis.”
“Why?”
“Until I know it’s safe out there, you’re staying here with me.”
“I’m only going to the store.”
“It’ll have to wait.”
She studied him. He let go of her arm, and she used the opportunity to leave the room.
What happened between them would have to wait until later. He walked over to the front window and peeked outside. There were more cars parked along the street, not quite time for people to leave for work, or they were staying home on their day off, seeing as it was Saturday. An older man walked a dog on a lease, going in the opposite direction.
What was out there?
Where was his club?


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.
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