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- Dread (Scorned Devils MC 1)
- Terror (Scorned Devils MC 2) - A Contemporary LGBTQ MC Romance
If the man you thought you wanted can’t be yours -- claim another one!
Terror: Once, he had been Terrance Holton, a young gay man who learned to shove what he is so deep inside himself, he almost forgot. He grew up to be Terror and he is the Vice President of one of the baddest outlaw motorcycle clubs in Pennsylvania. The consequence of denying who he really is turns Terror into a threat to everyone around him, and eventually lands Terror in jail. There he connects with a beautiful older man who teaches Terror to love who he is.
Tinman: Timothy Jacoby gave years of his life to leading a motorcycle club that no longer exists. He did anything for his MC and his brothers, never hiding who he was. Then Tinman got arrested and sent to prison, where he serves ten years. When Tinman meets a younger biker who hides his gayness from the crew he rides with, he vows to keep Terror safe, but he hides his own past as a biker. Unable to forget their blistering encounters, the minute Tinman is released, he’s hellbent on finding Terror again. This time he’ll keep his prize.
Both men’s secrets are about to collide, and they just might blow the Scorned Devils MC to smithereens.
Publisher: Changeling Press
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 46-65
Tropes: Age Difference, Alpha Character, Antihero, Badass Hero, Criminals & Outlaws, May/December
Word Count: 29000
Setting: USA, Pennsylvania, Coatesville, Philadelphia
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Damn, Terror missed Tinman, who had been adamant about having time to reconnect with Rock. God knew their sex together last night blinked like a neon sign in Terror’s mind. Fucker had made him come over and over.
Terror couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d been this relaxed, this…
I’m at peace. At peace with who he was and everything Terror had done to get to this point in his life. He actually looked forward to the poker run and he had a smile on his face when he met up with the Devils at Hell’s Lair. Terror wasn’t even angry that both Bat and Dread had broken protocol; firstly, because he wanted to spend a little time with Welder after the comments Rock made during their meeting at the Lair. Bat had also spoken highly of the biker when Terror returned to work at Grave’s a couple days ago. Dread had recommended the man when Bat required help with a rush job.
READ MOREGetting to know Dread’s lover, Marvin, after he made an apology, was important. Damn if Dread didn’t deserve every bit of happiness he could find. He’d been the backbone of the Scorned Devils MC, and despite of how awful Terror had treated Dread, the man had pulled his ass out of trouble in nearly every city surrounding Coatesville.
Specifically, Terror thought of the time a few of the Devils had visited a biker bar in Downingtown. When shit had broken out, Terror had kicked a biker’s ass and absconded with his keys. Took the man’s bike, drove it through Kerr Park and right into a pond near there. Cops were on his ass before he escaped the park. They hadn’t even reached the police station when the patrolman whose car he was locked in got a call. He pulled over and told Terror, “Lucky I know Dread. Walk your ass back to your bike and get the fuck out of Downingtown.”
He never had thanked Dread for that shit.
Enough reminiscing. He caught up with Parson at their first stop. “Parson, how’s
it going?”
“I’m good.”
“Dread and Bat must think a lot of you if they appointed a prospect to handle the club’s Christmas toy drive.”
Parson nodded. “I’m pretty excited about that.”
“Your reason for not patching was bullshit. If I saw through it, others may have also.” Terror examined the biker. “What’s really going on?”
“Long story. It involves Langston Gillman.”
“Cutters’ Langston? How the fuck did that happen?”
“Did Dread mention the toy drive is at Cutters’ this year?”
“Fuck me! Means he’s letting members know about the restaurant.”
“Lang has a lot of hang-ups, not the least of which is my being a biker.”
“Damn. Are you guys serious?”
“I don’t know what the fuck we are, but I like him. A lot.”
“Bit of advice, Parson.” Terror liked this brother. “Deal with your shit and don’t ever let on you turned down patching over crap with a lover. Club comes first.”
“A fucking mess is what I’m in.”
“Let it go for now and enjoy yourself today. By the way, how did you calm that bastard down at Happy Days?”
“Asked him if he had a business card.”
“I don’t get it.”
“He reached in his jacket pocket and took one out.” Big grin split Parson’s face. “I pulled my vest back and slipped it in my pocket.”
“That’s all?”
“He saw my piece. I told him if he didn’t go to the window and wave nicely to you, I’d visit his place of work and shoot his ass.”
“That explains him smiling at me.” Terror laughed hard. “And they call you Parson.”
“Fuck, dude, I pray for forgiveness every Goddamn night. I even go to church
most Sundays.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Maybe you should stop in sometime.”
“Fuck that. Church would catch fire if I walked through the door.”
A steeliness rested in the prospect’s strange blue eyes. “Good talking to you.”
That bastard dismissed me! Terror couldn’t help laughing.
COLLAPSE
