From the NYT bestselling author of A Terrrible Love and a ★★★# 1Heist & Organized Crime Thriller Bestseller★★★
A smorgasbord of sweet butts, one for every taste.
Noose has a sweet tooth that won't quit, and a clubwhore to suit his every need.
Being a part of the Road Kill Motorcycle Club isn't a hard choice for Noose. A former Navy Seal and expert knotter, he's seen realtime choices—in circumstances most never do.
It's killing road. Women and freedom are the benefits of being a one percenter.
Until Rose Christo comes along and slams the brakes on his outlaw existence.
Rose Christo knows death.
Murder stole her sister, and gave her a son that's not hers.
Love doesn't come in neat packages; it comes in the form of a five-year-old boy.
Love is packaged in a man that tears out her heart with a brutal sexuality that strips Rose of her most sacred vow.
Never count on a man.
When her sister's murderer comes calling, demanding his property, who does Rose trust?
This title reached a high of #304 in the Kindle store on Amazon at release and is rated a # 1Heist & Organized Crime Thriller Bestseller. The title is currently free and the 4, subsequent installments sell well, in the 30-50K range, sometimes better.
The Road Kill MC series is a dark romantic series filled with partiotic, anit-hero men with broken pasts in need of fixing from the women who love them. The first three installments are split into three stories. Book #4 is a standalone, as will be book #5 which releases in September of 2016.
I grab Crystal's hair, fisting it tightly against the scalp, and drive into her hard from behind.
She squeals, and I suck up the noise like a starving man.
Sweet butts are all the same. They want to be taken.
I want to take.
I love bareback, but rubbers are key. This pussy has had more dicks than I can count, and it's like fucking another man if you're not wearing a raincoat.
Even when it's not raining.
I'm done being introspective. I don't have to be anymore. I just fuck. I wear a rubber so I can fuck and not think.
Like the knots I make. Like the ones I've made to murder with.
I thrust harder and start swirling my dick high in a semi-circle. She screams, her cunt squeezing my dick in big deep pulses.
My balls get ready for lift-off, and I come from my toenails, emptying the double barrel right on target.
My head tips back, and I give an exhausted exhale.
When I finally come down, I slap her tight ass and withdraw, stripping the spent rubber from the top and rolling it off as I walk. Chucking the limp sheath in the trash can, I turn around. She's still there, tits still mounded on the tabletop I pushed her on, pussy all bright pink and plump.
Splayed for the next guy. If any were dumb enough to enter my lair. I smirk. They sure as fuck shouldn't be.
An exhale drives out of me, and I tear calloused fingers through my hair, wanting a smoke bad.
I glance again at Crystal's slit. It's a shame when a perfectly good pussy isn't leaking cum. I shake my head in partial regret.
Can't have it all.
Her head pops off the table, and she moves to the side, her natural large rack sort of rolling toward the tabletop. Crystal puts her head in her palm, studying me.
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