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- A Dangerous Reality
- A Sexy Thing
- The Bent Zealots MC Box Set #4
~~AMAZON TOP 10 BESTSELLER~~
Keep your lovers close—and your enemies in bed.
TURK. My club sent me to track him down. And when my mission was over, I never wanted another one again. When I found him, I kicked the crap out of Havelock Singer. I issued the mightiest beatdown of all time. Problem is, we’re evenly matched. We’re equals in every way, and when we finished whaling on each other, exhausted, we fell into each other’s arms.
I’ve never regretted it for an instant. It’s been the ride of my life. But loving another man in the MC world is a risky business. As if our business isn’t already brutal and ruthless enough, Lock’s homophobic sergeant-at-arms Stumpy gets an eyeful of our lovemaking and blackmails us into doing some of his dirty work, or be exposed for what we are—a couple of deviants. This run into the Indian reservation is sleazy and beneath us, but now I’m cornered, and I’ll do anything to keep my sweet Master from being lynched by his club.
LOCK. When that kingpin Carmine Rojas got a load of my beautiful stallion Turk Blackburn, he’d stop at nothing to have him—and Rojas gets what he wants. It’s my fault we’re in this situation. I should’ve kicked Turk’s ass and sent him packing back to The Bare Bones. I wasn’t even close to being ready to come out, but now they’re forcing my hand.
I can hear my destiny calling me. Either I’ll slink back to my club like a hetero bounty hunter with no morals—and no respect from anyone in my own backyard—or I’ll step up to the plate and be the lion of the day. Either way, my lover and I are screwed. Our clubs are going to hound us underground or into another country before we escape this mess—if we don’t die trying.
“Living off the grid and being an outlaw brings a dangerous reality.” –Ron Perlman
Publisher’s warning: This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of gay sex, consensual BDSM, illegal doings, derisive terms for homosexuals used by Bad Guys, dubious consent, and man-on-man violence. There is no cheating and a HEA.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay, Questioning
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Alpha Character, Badass Hero, Blackmail, Class Differences, Coming Out / Closeted, Criminals & Outlaws, Enemies to Lovers, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Forbidden Love, Friends to Lovers, Gay for You / Straight to Gay, Healing Power of Sex, Hero and the Great Quest, Hurt / Comfort, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Meet Cute, Mistaken Identity, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Out for You, Sex Buddies Become Lovers, Star-Crossed Lovers, Tease and Denial, Thrill of the Chase, Trapped Together, True Love
Word Count: 65,000
Setting: Arizona
Languages Available: English, French, Italian, Spanish
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
I took a gamble in what I said next. “You didn’t have to come out here to tell me that. You could’ve just called.” He could still just get up and walk away. Our business was done. I’d achieved my mission and could return to Pure and Easy now, report back to the club.
“I know.” Lock sighed, his features pinched as though he were in pain. “I just didn’t feel comfortable the way we left things.”
My heart literally jumped with hope. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”
Lock reached his hand around the small of his back. I tensed and probably half-stood a couple of inches. He put his free hand out, palm facing the table, silently telling me to calm down. “It’s nothing. This thing is just digging into my back.”
READ MORELock slammed a pair of handcuffs onto the table. I instantly knew he was lying, because he’d left the cuff pouch clipped to his belt, and that would’ve been the part that was digging into his back. Not to mention the forty cal Glock he kept shoved into his waistband. Interesting.
“What didn’t you feel comfortable about?” I prodded.
It was clear one of the things he was uncomfortable with was discussing shit like this. He shifted around in his chair and looked everywhere but at me. Rubbing the sparse beard on his chin, he mumbled something.
I leaned forward across the table. “Excuse me?”
It looked as though it irritated him hugely to spit out, “I wanted to see you again!”
Interesting indeed. Now, I am a switch—mostly a skilled power bottom. I like topping from below, and yes, I like a big juicy prick as well. I knew this was the perfect moment to take submissive charge. Lock was giving me an in to his heart, his psyche, his soul. He had surrendered already to me just by coming to my hotel room. I had done my job—I had reeled him in mentally and made him anticipate making love with me. With my sexual confidence in my own skill and the art of seduction, I had enticed this delicious biker. I had the power.
But Lock was the sort of man who needed to maintain the pretense of being the dominant top, always in control, dictating what happened and when. I knew he was nowhere close in his gay odyssey to begin outright admitting he wanted to explore anything with me. Since I was already leaning across the table, I stretched one arm out, palm up. He looked at it as though it had leprosy.
I didn’t withdraw it. “I wanted to see you again, too. I can stay a couple more days if you’d like. Tell my club I need more time to find the scumbag. You intrigue me, Lock. I’ve been fantasizing about having a session with you since—well, I admit it, ever since seeing you bound at The Racquet Club. I put myself in Dayton’s shoes and I’d do the same fucking thing. You’re a juicy, delicious hunk of man, Lock. I’m not anywhere near ready for a real relationship since being betrayed by Dayton. But I wouldn’t mind a few hot, healthy rolls in the hay with you.”
Lock squeezed his eyes shut. It sounded as though he said, “Chupa mantequilla de mi culo.” I wasn’t as good at Spanish as our resident linguist Knoxie, but I knew it had something to do with butter and his ass, and that was an encouraging sign.
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