Can love survive in a world of violence and betrayal?
Misled
Death Dwellers MC Book 1
by Kathryn C. Kelly
Genre: Contemporary MC Romance
Outlaw, the new president of an infamous motorcycle club, hides a horrible secret that has haunted him and thrown his club into chaos. Misled into believing her father wants her with him, Meggie flees her home life to search for him. She quickly finds herself in the middle of a dangerous world, with a handsome but tough MC President who wants her gone. Meggie unknowingly falls in love with the man who killed her father. Is love enough to conquer the treachery and peril in the Death Dweller biker club?
Winner Indie Book of the Day
1st Place CLC Book Excellence Award
Mislead Excerpt
A gun. Meggie had a gun in her face, pointed at her head. The man holding the gun
could be a sex symbol women all over the world drooled after. Muscles swelled from his
tatted arms. Broad shoulders and a wide chest narrowed to ripped abs and…and he
stood, tall and tempting and all but naked. Despite her best effort, her eyes insisted on
roaming to his unfastened jeans. Black pubic hair and part of his penis showed.
The gun should be more important, but she’d never seen such a beautiful man
before. A beautiful, nearly unclothed man. The one man she had seen naked…God.
That man and this one was worlds apart. Her stepfather reminded her of the Pillsbury
Doughboy, soft and pudgy. This man had muscles rippling from his broad shoulders
down his flat stomach. They defined his biceps and abs. The tattoos on his arms and
chest flexed with power. A Grim Reaper with burning red eye sockets and a bloody
scythe floated on his left bicep, sliding onto the Celtic cross wrapped in roses on his
forearm.
But his penis kept drawing her attention.
“What the fuck you want?”
Meggie blinked and jumped. The edge in the words hardened his voice, made him
appear scary. She’d come this far, though, escaping whatever Rack intended for her
over five measly dollars. She made herself meet his green gaze and ignore the weapon.
“I want my daddy.”
A heartbeat pulsed by before he lowered his gun and stuffed it partially in the front
pocket of his jeans. His thick, black hair lay in complete disarray, swatches of it falling
onto his forehead. Her errant gaze refused to stay on his face and insisted on traveling
down to his penis and upwards over his perfect six pack to his amazing face. He smiled,
a wicked gleam in his eyes, as if he knew how he affected her.
She limped a step back and winced at the pain. The heat sweeping through her body,
pulling at her belly and nipples had nothing to do with her foot injuries.
“Boss your pops?”
She swore recognition flashed in his eyes when he first saw her. Obviously, she’d
been mistaken. She nodded. “Yes.”
He tipped her chin up, his fingertips rough against her skin. Stubble shadowed his
strong jaw. Coupled with his enticing lips, he had a dangerous aura. He smelled of
musk, smoke, and something wild and ripe, mixing with the underlay of his unique
scent.
He rubbed his thumb over her lips, and they parted, her heart jumping and her breath
shortening. His fingers slid through her hair and exhaustion pressed in on her. She was
so tired and so hungry, she could’ve stood beneath his scrutiny forever.
He traced the tender skin under her eyes. She was so glad she’d stuffed a toothbrush
and toothpaste in her backpack when she’d run away. Bad enough she wore the same,
smelly clothes she’d had on for a month. At least her teeth were clean.
The man nodded. “Yeah. I fuckin’ see he your old man.”
She leaned into his touch, and he stiffened. “I need to see him,” she whispered,
regretting the loss of his nearness when he pulled away and stepped back.
Another half-smile curved his full lips, this one cold and mean, not reaching his green
eyes. He folded his arms and mockery twisted his face. “He ain’t here.”
She refused to panic. He seemed to be waiting for her to fall into a screaming heap.
Although she wanted to fall into a screaming heap and have him pick her up and take
care of her until her daddy returned, she wouldn’t humiliate herself in front of all these
men. Men who looked up to her father. Her weakness might somehow be broadcast
upon Big Joe. Her stomach growled and her feet throbbed, like they had a direct
connection to one another. In a way they did since both of them were causing her such
distress and misery. She stiffened her spine. “When’s he coming back?”
He laughed, the sound as ugly as he was beautiful. And he was very beautiful.
“Probably never.”
Women’s cackles and harsh male snickers followed that announcement.
Misappropriate
Death Dwellers MC Book 2
Meggie. The beauty who tamed the biker.
She believes her future is bright. Her baby boy. the love of her man and the affection of the Death Dweller brothers fill her with contentment. Now, the only thing she wants is to have her marriage blessed in a church ceremony.
Outlaw. The bad boy who fell for the beauty.
When a new threat rides into town and puts a target on his woman’s back, Christopher “Outlaw” Caldwell is forced to confront a past that has him questioning if Megan belongs with him or not. Standing in a sanctuary reciting sacred vows suddenly seems a useless exercise. He wants vengeance and blood. Love and romance have no place in a world of violence and vengeance. The more he pushes her away, the more Megan lures him in. She sees him as Christopher, but Outlaw is in his blood. Just as he always feared, the man she believes him to be and the one he is collide, risking the most important thing of all: Megan’s life.
Reckless
Death Dwellers MC Legacy Generation Book 1
Sixteen-year-old CJ Caldwell struggles to live up to the reputation of his legendary father, Outlaw. He dreams of joining the Death Dwellers, but he’s expected to finish high school and go to college before he can even be considered.
To make matters worse, the only girl he wants, Harley Banks, has rejected him, breaking his heart. Little does he know, she’s breaking her own heart too. CJ must navigate the challenges of becoming a man, coping with heartbreak, and saving his cousin Ryan from dangerous influences.
In this gripping coming-of-age tale, CJ learns that being reckless can have serious consequences, and that sometimes, the hardest thing to do is the right thing.
Restless
Death Dwellers MC Legacy Generation Book 2
In the gripping second installment of the Death Dweller MC’s Legacy Series, “Restless,” CJ Caldwell finds himself facing more challenges and heartbreak than ever before. Still grappling with a devastating family tragedy, CJ is now also dealing with the fractured relationship between him and his once-best friend, Harley. Her erratic behavior has not only destroyed their friendship, but it also threatens to unravel other important relationships in CJ’s life.
As CJ’s parents struggle with their own personal issues, the weight of responsibility falls heavily on CJ’s young shoulders. He must step up and take care of his siblings while navigating the complex dynamics of a broken family. But little does he know, danger lurks in the shadows, ready to pounce when he least expects it.
Savage Suit
A Hero Club Novel
Savage
Noah Keegan lives life just as he pleases: as a scuba-dive enthusiast with a love of the finest things in life and beautiful women, as well as an art to closing deals. He’s CEO of Keegan Enterprises and has it all—looks, an Upper East Side entitlement, and savage charisma. He suffers one quirk: he’s a bit of a chauvinist. With the 20th anniversary of his mother’s death approaching, Noah wants to create a perfume in her honor. He brings in a temporary manager from another firm that has experience in the fragrance industry. Ryan Hagan sounds perfect. However, he’d wrongly assumed based on the name that Ryan was a guy. Ryan was a she who sets Noah’s blood to boiling in more ways than one.
Suit
The moment Ryan meets Noah, she realizes that every sordid, narrow-minded allegation against the infuriatingly misguided chauvinist is true! She has a lot riding on the success of this project, so there’s no way in hell she’s allowing Noah Keegan and his antiquated ideas to deter her dreams. They’re stuck with each other if they want to achieve their individual goals. If only he wasn’t too sexy for his own damn good and her peace of mind, her plans would be so easy.
In her dreams, Kathryn C. Kelly is a flirtatious biker babe with the rumble of a hog between her legs and a shirtless bad boy wrapped in her arms. Kathryn and her bad ass biker boy spend their evenings tossing back great scotch (Chivas Regal) and fighting over who is better at Cards against Humanity (she is, obviously.)
In her reality, Kathryn is a native New Orleanian who has survived Hurricane Katrina and breast
cancer. Now she’s hoping to survive three lively girls. While not playing Wonder Mom, Kathryn can be found putting all those dreams into the pages of her next Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club novel.
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