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Alora – I’ve prided myself on being a strong, independent woman and not needing anyone. I didn’t become a bestselling author by the age of twenty out of pure dumb luck. I worked my tail off to get as far as I have. But there are few perks to having a man in my life. Laughter, romance, and companionship. Battery operated boyfriends can only do so much. Too bad the guy who sets me on fire is a bossy biker who wants to claim me. No way I’m letting him label me as property. Nope. Not happening. Doesn’t matter if he does make my knees weak and my heart race. I’m not giving in!
Rooster – Of all the women to capture my interest, it had to be the most stubborn, sexy, adorable woman on the planet. I love her mind, her sense of humor, and the way she fills out a pair of shorts. I don’t even mind that she’s an exhibitionist, as long as no one touches. Doesn’t matter to me her uncles were both rotten to the core. The Devil’s Fury may think she belongs to them, but I have other plans. Alora will be mine -- no matter the cost.
WARNING: Rooster is part of the Devil’s Boneyard MC series. There are adult situations and bad language. No cliffhanger. Happily-ever-after and laughter guaranteed!
Praise for Rooster (Devil's Boneyard MC 8)
"...an entertaining and spicy story with a little intrigue thrown into the mix. This fast paced book was just the type of book I was looking for. It is a quick, steamy and satisfying MC story that includes BDSM, voyeurism and some very hot scenes that had me fanning myself."
-- 4 Stars from Larkspur, Long and Short Reviews
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Rooster (Devil's Boneyard MC 8)
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I nearly danced my way to the mailbox, eager to see if my package had arrived. I yanked open the metal door and squealed when I saw the box inside. Pulling it out, I turned it over in my hands, noticing there was a return address with no company name. Anticipation hummed in my veins. The contents of this unsuspecting box would break my writer’s block and I’d finally be able to finish my novel. Preferably before my editor came after me with a pitchfork… or worse. I grabbed the other mail and shoved the mailbox shut before hurrying up the walkway.
I rushed into the house, letting the door slam behind me. The rest of the mail fell to the floor as I ripped into the package. While I’d been eager to try everything inside, the wireless egg held my attention. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a satisfactory orgasm. It had caused a dry spell in my writing. How could I write about sex when I hadn’t experienced the euphoria of a release in months? Not to mention my character reviewed sex toys for her blog. Not knowing how they worked made it difficult to write a believable scene.
Gypsy, my Akita, circled my feet. The spoiled diva knew her toys arrived by mail in a box similar to the one in my hands and probably thought I had something for her. I stared her down, holding my treasure up higher. “Not for you! These are Mommy’s toys.”
She whined and pawed at my leg, eyeing the cardboard box. I knew she’d never leave me in peace if I didn’t give her something. I took a quick detour to the kitchen and grabbed an antler from the mixed pack of chews I’d picked up at the store for her. I tossed it and Gypsy snatched it mid-air, running off with her tail wagging.
“You’re welcome!” I yelled after her. I’d only had the rotten puppy for two months, but she’d already gotten huge. I had to admit she was super smart. She’d been house trained within two weeks.
Carrying the box up the stairs to my bedroom, I dropped it onto the mattress and squirmed in place as I ripped into the individual packages. A vibrating anal plug, another vibrator with dual penetration and clit stimulation, some vibrating nipple clamps, a rabbit with guaranteed G-spot stimulation, and the holy grail -- my wireless egg! All but the last two ran on regular batteries so I carried my two precious items over to the dresser. Since these were just the latest in a long line of products I’d tried before using them in a book, I kept a power bank on the corner of my dresser.
I plugged in both toys before retrieving batteries for the others. I’d made sure everything was waterproof because who didn’t love having a bit of fun in the shower or tub? Once the other toys were ready to go, I placed them on the bathroom counter and decided to set the scene.
I’d left my character in the bath, alone and moping. While the tub filled with steamy water, I went downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine. Checking on Gypsy first, I smiled when I saw her sprawled across her bed, gnawing on the antler. She’d stay busy for a while.
When I got back to the bathroom, I set the wine on the ledge of the tub and pulled out a thick, fluffy towel. I stripped out of my clothes, set the toys within reach, and climbed into the heavenly water. Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned back. I’d tried this very thing multiple times already. Without success of breaking through and figuring out my book. I blamed a lack of sex. Which explained the toys just waiting for me to give them a try.
I also blamed one hot, sexy biker who’d ruined me for other men. Ever since my short fling with Colorado, I hadn’t found a single man who piqued my interest. But Colorado had made it clear he wasn’t ready to settle down. Or rather, he didn’t want a relationship with me. I hadn’t taken it to heart and had enjoyed our few days together. Even if I’d been at the Devil’s Fury compound for less-than-ideal reasons, at least I’d gotten something out of it.
And a cousin. I’d gotten my cousin, Meredith, out of the deal too. I’d had no idea my uncle had been part of the Devil’s Fury, or that he’d had a daughter. From what I’d learned about him while I was there, and my other uncle, Saul, I could see why my mother insisted she was an only child. But Meredith was great, and I’d had a blast getting to know her!
I shook the thoughts from my head, not wanting to think too much about Colorado or the Devil’s Fury. After the incident, I’d moved to another town. Since I wrote for a living, it didn’t matter where I called home. As long as I had wi-fi and electricity, nothing else mattered. So I’d picked up and moved to Florida.
If the eye candy I saw around town, wearing cuts that said Devil’s Boneyard, would give me the time of day, I wouldn’t be in this predicament. I hadn’t told anyone I was related to the Devil’s Fury and didn’t plan to. But I had to wonder if I’d have a better shot at one of the yummy bikers if I did admit to my ties to another club. Unless they were rivals. I shivered. Yeah, not going to take the chance.
I took a sip of my wine and leaned back in the tub, closing my eyes a moment. I breathed in and out, deep breaths meant to calm me. My mind had a tendency to wander, which kept me tense all the damn time. I took another swallow of my wine and cupped my breast. The alcohol coated my tongue as I pinched and tugged at my nipple. I rolled the tip until it plumped up. I set the glass aside and reached for the nipple clamps. I clipped one to the hard peak I’d been toying with and turned it on.
“Oh! Now that’s nice.” I bit my lip as I adjusted the vibration, turning it up a little. I played with the other side until I could attach the second clamp. “Oh yeah.”