You can’t just have One Night with the Bikers when they keep bringing you back for more!

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

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

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

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

Mila

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

I lean in and kiss him.

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

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

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

“What do you need, baby?”

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

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

“Stop asking. Please.”

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

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