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The Screaming Eagles MC is back, and I’m super excited! Release day always comes with enough butterflies in my stomach to carry me off, but I really hope you’ll enjoy Havoc, Sledge and Phoenix, three big, dangerous bikers who’ve fallen head over heels for single mom Shelby and her little girl Mia.

Havoc has history with Shelby, but it takes a lot for him to see her as more than like a little sister. Sledge is better at talking with his fists than his words, but when it comes to Shelby, he’s a teddy bear. And Phoenix has a dark background that challenges their relationship, even when he would do anything to keep both Shelby and Mia from harm.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?

Excerpt: Sledge

Shelby blushes, and this time when she looks away, I don’t think it’s because I’ve messed up. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

Sweet?

Last night I was pounding someone’s face in, and this morning my laundry skills were put to the test because there was blood all over my clothes. I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet ain’t one of them. Am I reading this wrong? Is this flirting? It’s so much easier at the club. When someone crawls into my fucking lap and shakes themselves in my face, I know what to do. When Havoc or Phoenix find a girl and we take her back for some fun, I know what to do.

With Shelby? I have no damn clue.

I'm going on pure instinct when I slide my hand behind her neck and lean in, brushing my lips against hers. I keep it light, ready to back off if I've read this all wrong. But her lips are so soft and warm, and for the first time in a long time, I want to know what it’d be like to take my time. To taste and tease and savor.

She makes a small, surprised noise, but doesn't pull away, I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She tastes like chocolate, rich and creamy. What would it be like to taste all of her? Her hands curl into my shirt, and when I press my body to hers, she moans a little and leans into me, letting me feel the way her softness molds to me.

Her fingers dance across my chest and under the edge of my shirt. They're cool against my skin, and her touch is making me stir to life. I can't remember wanting anyone so damn badly before. Playing around is easy, but this is deeper than that. I wanna devour her.

“Sledge,” Shelby sighs my name when I kiss along her jaw and down to her neck. She's clinging to me, and when my hand skims up her side, she pushes into it. “I shouldn't, but… it's been so long and all of a sudden you three are here and it's making me want things again… I just…”

“Don't think. Just feel.” I tell her, nibbling her neck and stroking her side. “Will you let me take care of you?”

Shelby hesitates, but then she nods.

The Screaming Eagles MC is back again in their ninth installment, but don’t worry if you haven’t read the rest. Each one is meant to be readable on its own, though if you want to get to know all the side characters and backstories, the rest will happily bring you up to date!

I’m tingling with nervousness, as always. With so many books under my belt, you’d think I’d be over it, but every single one is a new baby that I hope will grow and thrive and make lots of readers happy, and that’s exciting. And scary!

That being said, I hope you’ll love reading about Scrapper, Reaper and Mack and how they fall for journalism student Mila. She’s determined to get her wrongfully convicted brother out of jail and quickly stirs up a hornets’ nest of corruption. Those in power have no qualms about ‘getting rid of her’ and she’s lucky she’s got three big, dangerous, head-over-heels fallen for her bikers who are determined to keep her safe.

So if that doesn’t have you ready to go meet them, maybe a little sample will?

Mila

I raise my gaze, finding Mack right in front of me. He still has a hand on my thigh, and takes my hand with the other, to comfort me, I guess.

I lean in and kiss him.

For just a moment, he seems surprised that I took the initiative, but then he meets my kiss passionately. I need contact, I need to feel them against me, just so I can feel human. To feel cradled between all three of their bodies and know that nothing can get at me without getting past them first.

The moment we disconnect, I whirl and find Scrapper. He's ready, capturing my head between his hands and pulling me in. His tongue teases my lips until I open to him and tangle his tongue with mine. I grab his forearms, gripping them as we kiss, pressing myself hard against him.

When I come up for air, gasping like a free diver in the ocean, I turn to Reaper. Our lips meet roughly, and he settles me on his lap so I'm straddling his narrow hips. I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers dig into my sides, an aching promise that he'll never let me go. A crooked smile forms on his lips as we part.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Just…” All sorts of intrusive thoughts flood me. I draw a shuddering breath, then look right into the darkness in his sexy eyes. “Be good to me. Make me forget, at least for a little while. Make me feel human again.”

“You sure?” Mack asks from right behind me. I press my back into him, leaning back while Reaper starts to pull off my shirt.

“Stop asking. Please.”

When my shirt hits the floor, Scrapper leans in. “We're gonna take care of you,” he says in a harsh whisper. “Now, and after.”

Leaning forward, I put a soft kiss on his lips. “That's all I want.”

It’s been a long time since the last Screaming Eagles book, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. When Eagle-eye informs you that it’s time for a new book, you listen, because you always want to stay on Eagle-eye’s good side!

So, I’m excited to present Mile High With the Bikers, book ten in the ever-expanding Screaming Eagles MC universe, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

This time, it’s Bull, Diesel and Shrapnel’s turns to meet the woman they don’t know they’ll fall in love with yet, but that they’re willing to die for by the end. And I pity anyone who dares to mess with her. #touchheranddie

As always, this book is a standalone story that can be enjoyed without having read all the other ones, but there’ll be plenty of familiar characters making appearances, so if you find yourself curious about those, there are plenty of books to choose from for their stories. And if you’ve read all of the first nine, welcome home to the Screaming Eagles MC clubhouse!

Rory has grown up in a gilded cage of a life, surrounded by luxury, but devoid of freedom. When she suddenly gets an opportunity to do something wild with three very sexy, very hung, very handsome members of the Screaming Eagles MC, she grabs that opportunity with both hands and whatever other body parts she can get involved.

Cue strip poker, a wild introduction to the Mile High club, a hijacking, an in-flight brawl, gunshots and a plane crash, and we’ve barely even started our story!

At the Screaming Eagles compound, Rory finds all the love, family and loyalty that she never knew in her old life. Which is all well and good, until it turns out that she knows more than she lets on, that there are some very dangerous people who are after her because of it, and that the only people she truly can trust in the end are her big, sexy bikers and the motorcycle club that backs them.

So hang onto your seats for another over-the-top biker romance, packed with wild adventure, panty-melting spice, and three big, roguish, fantasy-inducing bikers who will break every law in the book if it means that the lucky woman they’ve fallen for is made safe.

And as always, a happily ever after is the only acceptable ending!

How about a little sample?

Bull

"So is the mile high club a real thing?" I ask her.

"I... don't know? I guess?" Rory scans her cards briefly, exchanges one, then puts them down. "I mean, lots of planes like this have bedrooms, right? If you think about how many planes fly every single day, I bet it’s not that unusual."

"And you’ve never snuck in a test run?" Even after drawing three, all I've got is a pair of fives. That's not gonna get me anywhere. I toss them to join Diesel's. "Fold."

Her eyes open wide at my suggestion. She's so fucking cute, the way her fair skin flushes so quickly when she’s shocked. "What? No way! Are you crazy?" The shock turns into a wild laugh that she covers with her hand, like it caught her completely off guard. "I can't even imagine—"

"I can." Shrapnel winks.

Diesel closes his eyes. “Imagining it right now, actually.”

I flick a card at him and he bats it away with a laugh.

“You guys are so bad. Call." Her tone is scolding, but she's struggling to hide her grin.

And yet she’s still sitting with us. I don't know her yet, but I know when a girl is enjoying our attention. She could've gotten up from this table at any time if she wanted to.

"You have no idea how fucking bad we can be." Shrapnel tosses his hand on the table, but he's looking right at her. A fucking pair of fours. If that wins...

"Well..." Rory’s smile is pure satisfaction. "I think I know a little bit at least." She giggles as she drops two pairs on the table, taking the hand again.

That's it, no more fucking around. "We're letting you win."

"Are not." She narrows her pretty eyes and tightens her jaw, her nostrils flaring just a little as she glares.

I think I hit a sore spot. Shit just got more interesting. “Are too,” I lie. “Just three big, bad bikers letting the pretty girl feel like she’s keeping up.” I grin obnoxiously, baiting her and loving the barely contained fury heating those cool eyes.

Oh, someone doesn’t like having her skill questioned. I think I'm gonna like this side of her.

Rory gathers the cards up, her glare never leaving my face. If her eyes could shoot sparks, my face would be charred. Without ever looking down, she shuffles, a perfect butterfly followed by a perfect bridge, making Diesel's eyes widen. She might be better at that than he is. Twice more, proving that it wasn't a fluke. "Then how about we up the stakes?"

I think I'm in love. "Name the game, angel."

She pauses a moment, then puts down two of the hundred dollar bills she got off the asshole up front. “How’s that for stakes?”

I just laugh at her. “How’s that higher stakes for you? Those just dropped into your pocket a minute ago. Try harder.”

That flare in her eyes only grows brighter. A moment of thought, and then she tips her chin up. “Yeah? Strip poker. If you’re just playing me then I bet you’ll love that. And if not…” She shrugs. “I still don’t think you’ll win.”

The room falls completely quiet except for the rumble of the jet engines outside. The gauntlet has been thrown down, and I really believe she thinks there’s no way we’ll take her up on that.

Diesel jumps at the bait. "You’re on."

"Fine by me." Shrapnel grins. "You want us naked, we'll oblige."

She blinks, like it didn’t quite occur to her that from our point of view, any amount of getting naked with her was a step in the right fucking direction.

I laugh. “If you’re that desperate to see how far this ink goes, who are we to stop you? Deal me in.”

Shocked or not, Rory is too competitive to back down. “Good. Yeah, good.” She passes out the cards, her movements quick and efficient. "Lowest hand, one piece of clothing?"

"Sounds good to me." Maybe there fucking is a God, because my hand comes up three kings, right off the bat.

With lowest hand losing, there's no reason to fold, so we're all in. I pull two cards that do nothing for me. She pulls three, so probably a pair. I don't even care what Shrapnel and Diesel pull. They don’t have shit I haven’t seen before. But Rory here? That’s a tight little package I wouldn’t mind seeing unwrapped.

Diesel puts down a pair of fives. Shrapnel's got nothing but an ace. He chuckles, knowing he might be the one to start stripping. I put my cards down and grin. "Three kings. I like the implication of that."

She rolls her eyes, then puts down an eight of hearts. A four of hearts, a ten, a three. Finally, the queen. Her eyes spark and her voice is music as she declares, "Hearts flush, queen high."

And here I thought my innuendo game was solid.

Shrapnel groans and shrugs off his cut.

The game is on.