Rae B. Lake's Blog, page 29

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

↫↫↫↫↫ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

Wire
Wings of Diablo MC Book 1
by Rae B. Lake
Genre: MC Romantic Suspense




Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that

mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me

to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow

torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been

known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun

fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not

even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I

was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met

Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim

and one war later she is completely under my skin.
Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding

profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world

would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home

to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a

world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like

Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me

scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even

with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than

in his arms, I am his.


Goodreads * Amazon

[image error]

“Keeley, stop. I don’t kiss. It doesn’t do anything for me.” I spoke but for some reason the words sounded soft, with not much conviction.

“I don’t think anyone has shown you tender before Dillon, can I just try?” She whispered.

I shrugged.

I had kissed a few women in my past and it was always spit and biting. It was nothing I liked, just a smushing of faces. I never saw the point.

She pressed her body to mine. On her tip toe, she was nearly as tall as I was. She ran her hands up my neck and into my hair. She was gentle, so gentle. She stared into my eyes and I stared right back into hers. There was something in them that I had never seen in any of the bunnies. I couldn’t place it.

She pulled me down slightly and kissed me softly on the cheek right at the corner of my lips, her lips felt like feathers on my face, plump and soft. She brushed her face with mine, her nose barely skimming mine as she moved to the other side of my face where she placed another kiss, equally soft. Her hands were still knitted in my hair but there was no tension, she was just holding on to me, breathing me in. I looked at her face and saw the want, the flush of her cheeks as she hesitated coming towards my lips. I felt her breast rubbing on my chest with each one of her breaths, slow and steady. This wasn’t my usual because she was worshiping me. She wanted me to feel what she was feeling and for the first time I really was.

She kissed me just as lightly, on my mouth this time. At first, I didn’t even react, just let the contact sear itself onto my brain. She did it once more, and everything in my body woke up. I had to touch this woman. I had to kiss her. I wanted her more than anything but I couldn’t get my body to move. I was stuck.

“Do it again,” I said. The gruff growl that left my mouth caused her to inhale and rise back up on her good foot, kissing me on my mouth, just a bit harder this time.

My arms wound around her waist and I kissed her back once. Then again and again. She was so sweet; the air around me sparked and crackled like it was on fire. I had never felt anything like this before and I wanted more of it. Immediately.

I could feel her one leg begin to tremble, so I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet spot was hot and damp, hovering just above my cock. I would do anything to rip off the little pajama bottoms that she had on so that I could bury myself in her but I couldn’t get carried away. I couldn’t.

“What the fuck is this?” I groaned out as I kissed her again. The taste of her mouth set my whole body on fire. I just couldn’t get enough. Before long she was clawing at my shirt and I had her pinned up against the wall as she ground herself down on my dick. She wanted me bad, and I wanted her. I was getting to the point of no return. If I didn’t stop this soon, I would be buried to the hilt in her honey pot.

She arched her back slightly but the movement caused her to slide down directly onto the head of my dick. The heat, the wetness and the fact that I was on at least a three week dry spell had me groaning out, tensing up like I was going to bust my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.







Archer
Wings of Diablo Book 2




Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my

brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire

arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the

powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010.

I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest

and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in

my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my

fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life

would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at

the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.
Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be

a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into

going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as

far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my

favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two

front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party.

There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the

hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about

his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one

makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he

does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit

to him.


Goodreads * Amazon


[image error]

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.

I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content’s half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.

Messy bitch.

I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.

“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.

I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.

She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.

“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”

“No, I am read…”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn’t for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”

She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.

“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”

I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.

“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.

“Take this shit off.”

She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.

“Play with your tits.”

She rubbed them.

“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.

I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the

new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.

“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body’s instinct to get away from all the sensations.

“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.

I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”

“Wait, let me catch…”

“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.

Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma,

animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC

and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should

have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the

Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she

is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found

reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has

been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but

decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find

joy in the words she would put down on the page.




Website * Newsletter * Facebook * FB Group * Twitter
Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads



[image error]

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.

Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

★·.·´¯`·.·★ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ʙʏ ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ sɴᴏᴡ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙʟɪᴛᴢ ★·.·´¯`·.·★#BookBlitz #Giveaway #XpressoTours

Accidental Knight

Nicole Snow

Publication date: May 28th 2019

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Accidentally wed to a man I’ve never met…

I inherited a freaking husband.

Grandpa’s will was a shocker: huge fortune, gorgeous ranch, and the best horse ever.

The fine print? Marrying Mr. Grump-alicious.

The man who’s supposed to protect me from…what, exactly?

That’s what I hope to find out if Drake Larkin ever talks.

I know what I’m in for the first time his glance tears me open.

A broody enigma who’s large and in charge.

A mute who curls my toes when he barks a few words.

A silly, shameful, is-this-real-life crush I can’t afford.

Did I mention our pretend marriage-rodeo lasts six damn months?

Long enough to teach my heart cartwheels.

Time enough to seal this madness with a kiss.

Insane enough for secrets to slip – and sting.

Grandpa’s last wishes scare me. So do Drake’s real motives.

But it’s my beast of a “husband” who makes ridiculous seem right.

Have I found my knight?

Does love have a prayer when life throws us a dragon?

From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Nicole Snow – a mistake meant to be. One moody alpha slayer gives his all to rustle up the damsel of his dreams. Full length romance novel with a heartwarming Happily Ever After.

Goodreads / Amazon

—

EXCERPT:

(Bella)

“You aren’t going nowhere till I see how bad that knee is,” he rumbles. “Shit. If I’d known outside it was bleeding so bad, I’d have carried you in.”

Peachy. Another image I don’t need, being flung over Drake’s wall of a shoulder like this is some kind of crazy western romance novel or something.

He would have to say something like that, wouldn’t he? Kick this whole awkward attraction thing into overdrive.

I shake my head too fast. “Come on, it’s not that bad. Barely hurts. I’m sure it’s like my arms. The blood makes it look worse than it is.”

“Really?”

I nod.

“So where’s the blood coming from that’s dripping on your sock?”

“What?” I lean forward to see.

It’s the only ruse, the only opening, he needs. Taking advantage of my movement, he lifts me up in one quick jerk.

Pain flares up my leg, into my thigh, and down again into my shin. I suck in a breath to counter it and to keep from squealing.

“Barely hurting now?” he says.

“Screw you,” I snap. It hurts, honestly. Stings so bad I can’t even afford to kick him where it counts.

“Not today, darlin’. No time for sexy business.”

Oh. My. God.

My other knee almost gives out. It’s mostly Drake propping me up, running his hands up my legs, and then…then we’re doing this.

“Hold on to the table so I can unbutton your jeans.”

I reach for it, all right, because that sentence nearly destroys what’s left of my poor sanity.

Thankfully, an iota of common sense prevails. “I’m not that helpless! I’ll unbutton them myself.”

“Go ahead. Unzip, too. Then push them down.”

“I don’t need step by step instructions!” I almost shout it.

Other parts of me are far too well aware how close he’s standing next to me.

How his hands feel on my waist, supposedly to steady me.

How I’m about to drop my jeans, and be standing here, in front of this total stranger I’m married to, wearing next to nothing.

The shine in his eyes says he’s enjoying this. Of-freaking-course he is.

It can’t be that bad, can it?

Maybe I can even have some fun, leave him with a lovely view he’ll never see again. Of all my ass-sets, I know what men like best, even if I’m still a hopeless virgin.

Deviancy strikes. I’ve worn less at the beach.

“Okay,” I whisper.

 

Author Bio:

Nicole Snow is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author. She found her love of writing by hashing out love scenes on lunch breaks and plotting her great escape from boardrooms. Her work roared onto the indie romance scene in 2014 with her Grizzlies MC series.

Since then Snow aims for the very best in growly, heart-of-gold alpha heroes, unbelievable suspense, and swoon storms aplenty.

Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon / Bookbub

 

GIVEAWAY!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.·

Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy
by R. Scott Boyer
Genre: YA Fantasy Adventure




“Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy is a thrilling action-packed adventure you

never want to end.” — IndieReader 4.5 stars

When Bobby Ether is abducted and brought to the secluded Jade Academy in

Tibet, monks teach him and other special students how to tap into

their Anima—the universal energy that connects all living things.

But the headmistress of the academy is secretly testing each student,

looking for genetic triggers that can be exploited to create a new

breed of humans born with metaphysical powers and abilities. As his

abilities increase, Bobby is thrust into a cesspool of conspiracy,

lies, and betrayal. A jade amulet left by his clairvoyant grandfather

may provide answers, but what exactly is his family’s connection to

this mysterious place? Can Bobby master his talents and uncover the

truth in time to avoid the schemes? If not, his fate—and the fate

of all the students—may be sealed.


Goodreads * Amazon








R. Scott Boyer graduated from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley

in 1996. In 2008, he became fascinated with the idea of blending

young adult fantasy with new-age fiction. While maintaining a

full-time job, he couldn’t help but envision the kind of book he

wanted to read. This exploration led to the creation of the Bobby

Ether YA fantasy series, which combines spiritual elements with

ancient myths and legends to create fun, fast-paced stories tailored

for young adults but suited for adventure lovers of all ages.

Through his writing, Scott likes to explore various spiritual and

metaphysical themes, including karma, serendipity, communion with

nature, and the interconnectedness of all living things. In his free

time, Scott likes to play basketball and tennis, as well as bike with

his rescue dog, Patch. Over the years, Scott has been involved with a

number of volunteer youth organizations, including United In Harmony,

YMCA summer and winter camps, various basketball programs, and C5LA.

Raised in Santa Monica, California, Scott still resides in the Los Angeles

area close to his family.


Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads



Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive content and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.·

Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy
by R. Scott Boyer
Genre: YA Fantasy Adventure




“Bobby Ether and the Jade Academy is a thrilling action-packed adventure you

never want to end.” — IndieReader 4.5 stars

When Bobby Ether is abducted and brought to the secluded Jade Academy in

Tibet, monks teach him and other special students how to tap into

their Anima—the universal energy that connects all living things.

But the headmistress of the academy is secretly testing each student,

looking for genetic triggers that can be exploited to create a new

breed of humans born with metaphysical powers and abilities. As his

abilities increase, Bobby is thrust into a cesspool of conspiracy,

lies, and betrayal. A jade amulet left by his clairvoyant grandfather

may provide answers, but what exactly is his family’s connection to

this mysterious place? Can Bobby master his talents and uncover the

truth in time to avoid the schemes? If not, his fate—and the fate

of all the students—may be sealed.


Goodreads * Amazon








R. Scott Boyer graduated from the Haas School of Business at UC Berkeley

in 1996. In 2008, he became fascinated with the idea of blending

young adult fantasy with new-age fiction. While maintaining a

full-time job, he couldn’t help but envision the kind of book he

wanted to read. This exploration led to the creation of the Bobby

Ether YA fantasy series, which combines spiritual elements with

ancient myths and legends to create fun, fast-paced stories tailored

for young adults but suited for adventure lovers of all ages.

Through his writing, Scott likes to explore various spiritual and

metaphysical themes, including karma, serendipity, communion with

nature, and the interconnectedness of all living things. In his free

time, Scott likes to play basketball and tennis, as well as bike with

his rescue dog, Patch. Over the years, Scott has been involved with a

number of volunteer youth organizations, including United In Harmony,

YMCA summer and winter camps, various basketball programs, and C5LA.

Raised in Santa Monica, California, Scott still resides in the Los Angeles

area close to his family.


Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Amazon * Goodreads



Follow the tour HERE

for exclusive content and a giveaway!

a Rafflecopter giveaway