Sting (Iron Tzars MC 1)
Iris – My only goal has been to get custody of my sister -- until I find she’s been adopted overnight. Now I have nowhere to go but to the local motorcycle club. I didn’t count on him. Sting. Their president. He doesn’t know it yet, but once I get Jerrica back, he’s next on my list.
Sting – I wasn’t ready to be president of an MC like Iron Tzars, but my daddy taught me well. I always put the club first. But Iris is a heap of trouble in a small package and she pinged my radar from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Putting a woman above the club is stupid. Especially since Iris has no idea I’ve already claimed her.
Deadeye (Bones MC 13)
Chloe -- My manipulative mother decided to give me to a man I’ve never met. I have no idea what the men in the club are like, but they wear the 1% patch and I know enough about MCs to know that can’t be good for someone like me.
Deadeye -- When I find a young woman watching the club, I watch her. No one’s more surprised than me when she tells me who her daddy is. Except maybe her daddy. I may have to tear apart a rival MC to keep the woman meant to be their new president’s ol’ lady.
Praise for Sting (Iron Tzars MC 1)
"What a wonderful start to a new series! I loved Sting and Iris's story. Marteeka gave us an addicting story that you never wanted to end, with characters that you have loved and enjoyed reading about along with new ones that you cannot wait to get to know better."
-- 5 Stars from Dawn, Amazon Review
"What a great start to this new series. Good characters and plot along with some good twists and turns plus action and suspense."
-- 5 Stars from CRoll, Amazon Review
"An absolutely amazing start to a new series. This is an intensely emotional, adrenaline fueled, thrilling and invigorating ride to go on. Sting and Iris found more then either of them were looking for but what they did find was simply perfect for them. I honestly didn’t want this story to end. I enjoyed every single moment."
-- 5 Stars from A. Fernandez, Amazon Review
"Great start to a new MC series!! Sting is incredible as the president and I can't wait to read more. Iris looks for help when her sister goes missing and she finds a full force of folks to help her. I highly recommend this read!"
-- 5 Stars from Tasha, Amazon Review
"What a great story! Iris is a tough little cookie. She takes no crap and absolutely has a voice and demands to be heard. I'm excited to see where this series goes."
-- 5 Stars from GKP2460, Amazon Review
"This is the first one in the new series for the Iron Tzars MC and we meet Iris and Sting, what an awesome ride this was from start to finish! The chemistry between them is amazing and oh so sweet with a touch of action. This is well worth the read with it’s continued world building and introduction of a new MC to the Bones universe, Marteeka never fails to deliver an amazing storyline that keeps you gripped from the start."
-- 5 Stars from Alibas, Barnes & Noble Review
"Excellent... I loved Sting, he was incredibly hot and everything I was expecting when he was in an earlier book by this author."
-- 4 Stars from Leanne, Kobo Review
Praise for Deadeye (Bones MC 13)
"Another fantastic addition to this series. I just cannot get enough of the Bones MC. Deadeye and Chloe embark an absolutely unforgettable journey that had me captivated right from the start. Definitely heartbreaking, intense but overall beautiful. I love how those poignant moments that kept the story moving forward, making it fuller, creating some really standout, heartfelt moments. It's the intensity of those building details and everything emerging made for the best ending."
-- 5 Stars from A. Fernandez, BookBub Review
"Oh my goodness is this ever a great read! This is a delicious fast paced, insta love story that pulls you in at the start. Chloe has a lot going on causing her to run from her mother. When she makes it to Bones it's not the welcome she should have had that's for sure. But one thing is for certain, Deadeye is going to make sure she's safe and well taken care of no matter what comes at them."
-- 5 Stars from GKP2460, Amazon Review
"I absolutely love this book. Another one in is great series. I'm so torn because once again, I have a new favorite MC book boyfriend!!! The author does an awesome job with the descriptions of everything. I can see each page as it happens. The hotness is off the chain and flows very well. I highly recommend this read to everybody. Hurry up and add it to your collection!"
-- 5 Stars from Tasha, Amazon Review
"Another good addition to this series of books. Good characters and plot along with some good twists and turns plus suspense. A very enjoyable book. Hopefully a spin-off will come from this book about the club that Chloe ran from."
-- 4 Stars from CRoll, Amazon Review
-- 5 Stars from Kayleigh, Amazon.co.uk Review
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Excerpt from Sting
I had no intention of making a trip to Florida for Christmas. I had too Goddamned much to do. Despite Warlock -- the old president of Iron Tzars and my father -- letting his ol’ lady manipulate him enough to get the government breathing down our necks, he’d left the club in very good shape. There was no trace of evidence to suggest we’d ever possessed anything from or had any sort of communication with Argent Tech.
The main problem was the division within the ranks. Bev had done a number on several of our members, and I knew there would be some I had to cut. The problem was how to do it. It didn’t feel right kicking them out. It wasn’t their fault Bev got into their heads. Besides, most of them were younger members or prospects. The older ones knew better. Which was why I found myself rolling into the Black Reign compound on Christmas Day.
“Welcome!” The one they called El Diablo greeted us with a smile and open arms. He was dressed smartly in an expensive-looking suit with diamond-and-gold cufflinks and rings and a lapel pin. He looked like anything other than the president of a motorcycle club. “To what do we owe this great honor?”
I raised an eyebrow. Was this guy for real? I’d known Black Reign was a different sort of MC, but I wasn’t expecting this.
“Merry Christmas, El Diablo. I trust your holiday’s been good?”
The other man chuckled. “It was very entertaining indeed. Have you come to see Warlock? I’ll have someone get him if you have. He’s…” He grinned widely. “Otherwise occupied this morning.”
“I would have given you a heads up, but I wasn’t sure I was coming till I rolled through the gates.” The second I uttered the words, no matter how true, I knew they were a mistake. An MC president didn’t just decide to take a road trip to another club. And he certainly didn’t roll in on a whim. Especially when the club he rolls into isn’t an ally. I stifled my wince. Barely.
Instantly El Diablo’s demeanor changed. His features hardened, and I realized why he called himself The Devil. “Not a strong position for the new leader of an MC the likes of Iron Tzars.”
“Don’t question my abilities.” I did my best to mimic my father’s deadly tone, knowing I’d shown a weakness to someone who might be an ally, but was certainly no friend. A mistake. One I couldn’t afford.
“Don’t give me reason to.” There was a brief silence while El Diablo and I stared at each other. I imagined he was sizing me up. I knew I was sizing him up. Underneath that cultured civility was a straight-up killer. I’d dealt with deadly men before. Nature of the beast. But none quite like El Diablo. Even dressed as elegantly as he was, it was easy to believe a killer lurked underneath all his civility. “Now. Tell me the reason for your visit.” His mood shifted quicker than shifting sands. The last thing I wanted was to be in too deep with this man or his club, but I wanted my father’s advice on this without anyone knowing I was seeking his advice. Since El Diablo had effectively taken away the option of killing Warlock, though I was grateful not to have to kill my own father, I felt like coming here now put me on the wrong side of a debt to this man and his club.
“I need to talk to Warlock.”
He smiled. “I figured as much. I sent Rycks to bring him down.”
“You said he was otherwise occupied. What does that mean?”
“It means he has a Christmas present of his own he’s… unwrapping, shall we say.” The slight but clipped British accent was messing with my fucking head. He didn’t look or sound like an MC president. Hell, he didn’t sound like anything to do with an MC at all.
“My right hand.”
El Diablo smiled. “No. He’s a trusted friend. One who’s been with me a very long time. I rely on him and Archangel to take care of… shall we say, emotional issues that arise in the club.” He raised a finger in the air and waved it in a decree. “I’d advise you to have one of your own, Sting. Level heads are very necessary in emotional situations.”
“Are you always like this?” I was growing irritated with the other man. I needed to talk to my father. Communicating with him on the phone wasn’t something I wanted to do in this matter. I had to have a place to send some of these guys, and he was the only person I trusted to give me an opinion on how to handle this.
He chuckled. “No. I’m usually worse.”
“Warlock’s on his way.” A man came up beside El Diablo. Though I was sure he spoke to the Black Reign president, he looked straight at me. “Told him who his guest was.”
“Good! Take him to my office. Warlock and Sting need a quiet place to talk.”
“Your office.” Though I didn’t want to openly show my surprise, it was hard. Why in the world would he open up his office to us? Seemed like a risk on his part, but who was I to argue.
“Yes. Warlock has agreed to be my Enforcer. If I can’t trust him, there aren’t many here I can trust.”
If the man was looking to shatter my control, he did it with that. There was no way to school my expression. I was glad my father had found a place he felt he belonged, but to have him diving back into the inner workings of another club was out of character.
“Does that surprise you, Sting?” El Diablo tilted his head, studying me closely. I hated his attention focused on me. I was making every mistake I could make with this man, letting him see my emotions.
“I think you know it does.”
“Well. If it makes you feel better, he fought me on it.” The fucker grinned, obviously enjoying this meeting.
“You seem to be enjoying this. Is everyone here for your amusement, or is it just me?” I needed to talk to my dad, but I’d rather meet up on neutral territory if this guy was going to be poking at me the entire time.
“It’s not just you, Sting.” Warlock entered the room, a woman with him. He held her hand firmly in his. She was little more than a girl, but the way she clung to Warlock left no doubt she was with him. It was one more shock to set my teeth on edge. Also, one more failure in a long line of them on my part in the few minutes I’d been here. El Diablo knew he was getting under my skin, and he thought he knew I disapproved of Warlock’s new position within the club and, now, also the woman he was with. He’d have been wrong, but I knew it had to look that way. “Come with me.”