Author: Alexis Noelle
Series: Deathstalkers MC #8
Release Date: October 23, 2017
Genre: Erotic Romance, MC
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That's what it's all about here.
I'd do anything for one of my brothers,
Even go with his old lady to a parent-teacher conference.
But when I see the sweet little number who's the teacher,
Suddenly, school's right up my alley.
She's innocent, naive, and sexy as Hell.
Damn, I just want in her pants,
And to maybe teach her a thing or two.
And I'm not backing down,
I'll get to her.
But if she ever finds out the truth about our connection,
It'll sever the ties and ruin it all.
I'm just going to keep my mouth shut--
And all over her.
Series: Deathstalkers MC #8
Genre: Erotic MC Romance
Author: Alexis Noelle
Release: October 23, 2017
She is being hunted.
Prey left defenseless.
She needs to hide.
They cannot find her.
They will kill her if they do.
When Lucy decided to run, she didn’t know where to go. They were coming for her. She needed protection, but she had no one to help her. Until she came across the warehouse of the Deathstalkers MC and begged them for protection. Now she owes them her life and her loyalty. Her family will never end their search for her; she is a piece of property that needs to be recovered at any cost necessary. For Lucy, there are worse things than needing to hide for the rest of her life, being found is one of those things.
Sometimes the obvious evils aren’t the ones you need to fear.
I was never meant to have a happily ever after.
It was a fate I accepted a long time ago.
Before he came for me, taking away who I am, I needed to escape.
Just for one night.
One man turned my entire world upside down.
I should have walked away, but something about him wouldn’t let me.
Now I’m lying to him.
He’s going to find out the truth, or my life will catch up to me.
Either way, I lose him.
It’s a thought I can’t bear.
People have always told me love is amazing and powerful.
It makes you weak… exposing your vulnerabilities… making you easy prey.
Love is heinous.
That’s my life. No other way to describe it.
As the Sargent-at-Arms for the Deathstalkers MC, my days are filled with constant craziness and crap.
But I like it.
It’s who I am and what I’m all about.
Finally, after years of Hell, everything feels like it’s right where it’s supposed to be.
Except with her
That’s what she is.
Tracie is downright insane at times.
Hell bent on being with someone that’s not “one of us”.
She’s in denial if she thinks this life isn’t a part of her as much as it’s a part of me.
Those idiots will never be able to handle her, and I’m about to show her why.
Then, she’ll finally understand.
Because this life ain’t for everyone.
Danger lurks in the shadows of all the chaos.
This is what I signed up for.
I knew it from the start.
I’m the newest prospect for the Deathstalkers MC Club.
I’ll do whatever they ask–whenever they want it done.
I’ll take their bullshit and follow orders, like nobody’s business.
Cuz once I get that patch, that label,
But when one of the old ladies takes in a stray,
I can’t help but feel the pull toward her.
Izzy makes me question everything.
But I can’t.
I have to sit back and pray like Hell that someone else,
One of these bastards doesn’t claim her for himself.
If he does, I have to let her go,
Let her walk away,
Into his arms,
And I can’t do that.
Deathstalker prospect or not,
I know what I want,
And I want her.
I had to step up, take over,
Save her from herself,
He doesn’t deserve her.
But I sure as Hell don’t either
She’s too sweet, too soft, too kind.
A broken shell of the woman she once was.
But now, there’s more on the line,
She’s in too deep.
And I’ll be damned if I ever give up
On putting her back together,
Owning every ounce of the woman,
Who stole my heart.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, and I’m a damn idiot.
That’s what he does to me.
The first heartbreak is always the hardest to heal
And those wounds get ripped right back open,
When he walks back into my life.
It took seven long and grueling years,
To get that cocky, leather-wearing bastard out of my mind.
I thought I’d never get over him, never fix what he broke,
And now he’s back,
Every sexy inch of him,
The difference is now I’m taking charge.
This time he’ll be the fool.
As a social worker, I’ve seen my fair share of broken families, bad relationships, and worlds of regret.
Because of that the last thing, I’ll ever do is let down my guard, or open up my heart.
As for men, bring ’em on.
I love a good man in my bed, but I’m not looking for forever or happily ever after.
That’s not my style.
Please me, and leave.
These are my rules.
There’s no bending or breaking them.
Even when he pulls out all the stops,
I’m not budging.
They’re set in stone.
Or should I say, “Rock?”
I’m chiseling away at that hard exterior, one pebble at a time.
I don’t negotiate, I don’t share, and
I sure as hell don’t wait my turn.
Despite her smart mouth and fiery ways,
I still want her.
But this “friends with benefits” deal of hers is bullshit.
I don’t play that way.
At least, I don’t plan to anymore.
I will own every ounce of her.
It will all be mine.