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Dingo
Harley Wylde
(Devilās Fury MC)
Published by: Changeling Press
Publication date: February 14th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Meiling ā All Iāve ever known was pain. My life has been far from a fairytale. No parents. No friends. Just an endless nightmare that I canāt wake from. Until the day a man offered me his hand and promised to keep me safe. Iāve never trusted anyone before, but thereās something about him. Maybe itās insane, but I know he wonāt hurt me, and when he puts his arms around me, for the first time in my life I feel loved.
Dingo ā Iāve always had a soft spot for women and kids in trouble. One look at Meiling, and I knew I had to protect her at any cost. The beautiful girl with the wounded soul. After all sheās suffered, all I want is to make her smile, make her feel secure, and give her a chance to find happiness. But first, I need to take out the men and women responsible for hurting her. It might get ugly, and messy, but they donāt call me Dingo for nothing. Iām a crazy bastard and I wonāt stop until sheās safe. I just didnāt count on falling for her along the way.
Warning: Meilingās past isnāt pretty. Dingo and Meilingās story deals with issues of human trafficking, bureaucratic corruption, and vigilante justice. This book contains darker themes that may trigger some readers.
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āSit right here, sugar. Iāll get Beau to make you something to eat.ā
Once I made sure she would stay put, and the others would remain at their table, I went to the bar and spoke to Beau. He kept watching Mei, concern for her evident by the haunted look in his eyes and his jerky motions. It was like he wanted to go to her, but wasnāt sure how sheād take it. Iād never seen him like this before, and I wondered if there was something more between them. My stomach churned at the thought, which was ridiculous. Iād only laid eyes on her today. It wasnāt like she was mine.
āIs sheā¦ will she be all right?ā Beau asked. āI didnāt know she was in that place.ā
āSheās important to you,ā I said, hoping heād offer up more information. All I knew was that heād known Mei when he was younger. He hadnāt given us much more when heād asked the club for help getting her away from the Ruby Slipper.
āMeiās a part of my past, but I never should have left her. Maybe if Iād found a way to go back for her, then she wouldnāt have ended upā¦ā He clamped his mouth shut, but I heard the unspoken words just the same. She wouldnāt have become a prostitute.
āBeau, you canāt blame yourself. When you came here, you were just a kid. Hell, youāre still a kid. If youād gone after her, whoās to say you wouldnāt be the one whoring yourself out?ā I said what I thought he needed to hear, but it made me wonder if he was right. Had Mei ended up where she did because heād left her behind? What exactly had he been running from?
He winced and looked away, but it made me wonder about his life before he found the club. Or rather, before Grizzly found him. The old man did have a habit of bringing home strays. Itās how heād ended up with his daughters, and I had no doubt that when he ran across another kid who needed help, heād bring them home too. It was just his way. It was part of what pissed me off so much about how theyād handled Mei when sheād arrived today, and why Iād intervened when I did. I still didnāt know what the fuck was going on. Iād have never thought Demon or Grizzly would be like that with a woman in need.
āShe needs food and clothes,ā I said. āYou handle the food, and Iāll send someone after some clothing for her.ā
āI donāt think she has money for that kind of thing.ā
I narrowed my gaze at him. As if Iād expected her to pay? It was obvious sheād been struggling, and had taken a trip through hell along the way. I wasnāt a big enough asshole to make her pay for stuff she hadnāt even asked for, and the fact Beau thought that made me want to put my fist through his face, but I refrained ā for Meiās sake. I still didnāt know how close the two of them had been, and I didnāt want to upset her.
āJust make the fucking food, Prospect.ā
He dropped his gaze and gave a nod before heading into the kitchen. I motioned over another Prospect and reached for a piece of paper and pen from behind the bar. I scribbled Meiās sizes and made a few notes of specifically what I wanted him to purchase, then pulled out a wad of cash from my wallet.
āHenry, I want you to take this and buy whatās on the list. Not a damn thing that isnāt on there, understood?ā I asked, handing him the money and paper.
āGot it, Dingo.ā He shifted from foot to foot. āWhere do I take it once I get back?ā
I looked over at Mei and then the officers at the table. The way Demon watched her had me clenching my teeth. No fucking way I was letting her out of my sight. Well, not unless they ordered me to hand her over, and even then, I wasnāt sure Iād be able to. She was young and defenseless. Some caveman piece of me demanded that I beat my chest and warn the others off, let them know she was mine. Except she wasnāt.
āBring it to my place,ā I said.
āYou got it.ā
Author Bio:
Harley is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers and Devil’s Boneyard series.
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning science fiction/paranormal romance author Jessica Coulter Smith. For fans of Gay Erotic Fantasy Romance, Harley/Jessica also writes as Dulce Dennison.
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The hard composite of her firearm shifted against her lower back.
Ā Ā Ā Well, if push comes to shove, I can protect myself. Iāll shoot the bastard if he shows up and tries anything. Eventually, her nerves calmed enough so she could move without feeling ill.
Ā Ā Ā She rose and stripped out of her clothes, put her weapon on the counter, then stepped into the shower. The hard and hot spray beat on her, helping her to feel something other than worry about potential rumors or her ex finding her. Kat bowed her head, placed her hands above the faucets. The water sluiced down her hair, cascaded in wide streams over her back. More time passed. Relaxed and clear headed, she finished her shower and was about to open the door when a thud and click sounded on the other side.
Ā Ā Ā Gripping the towel wrapped around her body, she snatched her weapon, opened the door, and cautiously looked out into the room.
Ā Ā Ā Dakota lounged on the bed, one leg bent, his hat propped on that legās knee. His hair stuck up in clumpy spikes. He ran a dirty hand through his dark brown locks.
Ā Ā Ā Kat released a pent-up breath, lowered her weapon, and placed the Glock on a counter next to the bathroom door. āHowād you get in here?ā
Ā Ā Ā Tired eyes gazed at her. āIām manager on duty while the Taggerts are away, āmember? Got a bunch of master keys.ā Dak held up the ring of them. āYou okay? When you didnāt come back, I got worried.ā
Ā Ā Ā āIām fine. I think the humidity got to me. Along with the dirt.ā
Ā Ā Ā āSure. The humidity. You tell me that youāre afraid a man is going to come after you, or rather us. We hear about the vehicle. You turn white as one of our ghosts and run off. Who was in the car, Kat?ā
Ā Ā Ā āHell if I know. Iāve been with you all day. I didnāt see the fancy black car or who was in it.ā
Ā Ā Ā āYou donāt have a clue as to who was in the car? Iām not buying it.ā
Ā Ā Ā āBuy it or donāt.ā She crossed her arms over her stomach. āI really donāt know. It could have been Nero. It could have been his goons. It could have been a neighbor of yours or one of the party guests Kent mentioned. I. Wasnāt. There. I. Didnāt. See.ā
Ā Ā Ā Dakota flung himself off the bed and slammed the hat on his head. āGet dressed. Youāll come with me while I get cleaned up then weāll go hang out in the rec hall.ā
Ā Ā Ā āYou know what, Dak? I appreciate the Boy Scout approach, and how youāre trying to get a merit badge for babysitting, but all I want is to lie down and take a nap.ā
Ā Ā Ā āKat, please. Iām hot, dirty, and tired. I donāt want to argue.ā He strode to the door. āGet dressed so we can get going.ā His gaze flashed darkly, roamed over her with an appraising glance. A slow grin tipped up the corner of his lips.
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Title: Bound To Liberty
Author: Kiru Taye writing as Kai Tyler
Series: Bound, Book 5
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Queer Romance
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As if life isnāt tough enough for James Coker, rejected and nearly killed by family, he is also a closeted gay man in a country where being gay is outlawed. So when the first man he’s ever loved gets engaged to a woman, Jamesās solution to heartbreak is to indulge in a holiday fling.
Ā In contrast, Ethan Eze has had life relatively easy. Born in the ‘Land of the Free’ and nurtured within a family where he can be whoever he wants to be, he’s a military veteran who is not afraid of going for what he wants. When he meets James, Ethan wants him.
Ā Desire burns between them and soon blurs into devotion. But James is not ready to lose his heart again. Will Ethan fight for his love?
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Ethan let the men out and locked the door. When he turned around, James wasnāt in the living room.
āJames?ā he called out as he strode across the space. Getting no response, he knocked on the closed door to the younger manās room. āCan I come in?ā
āItās not locked,ā Jamesās muffled voice came through.
Ethan pushed the door and stopped at the threshold.
His ward paced the room manically, muttering to himself. Although the AC was on, sweat beaded his hairline and his hands were clenched.
The sight of Jamesās distress undid Ethan. His job was to keep James physically safe and find his stalker. His professional remit didnāt extend to dealing with emotional baggage.
Ā Nonetheless, heād be damned if he just had to stand guard while the young man hurt. He stepped into the room without a second thought. Nothing else mattered but taking away the suffering. Neither his misgivings about getting personally involved with his ward nor the risk of losing an influential client if he cocked this up stopped him.
āHey, whatās wrong?ā He halted in front of James, blocking his pacing path.
James shook his head and tried to swerve past him.
He reached out and settled his hand on the manās shoulder. āTalk to me.ā
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As a lover of romance novels, Kiru wanted to read stories about Africans falling in love. When she couldnāt find those books, she decided to write the stories she wanted to read. She writes sensual African stories as Kiru Taye and writes queer romance as Kai Tyler.
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Kace Karrington is a wealthy, self-made investor with no qualms about steamrolling others to achieve his goals. Heās attracted to men, but picks up beautiful women, giving the cold, unfeeling world of Finance the appearance heās successful…powerful. That is until he meets a smoking hot street punk eager to show him thereās more to life than making money.
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And then happens what happens to me once in a long while: he catches my attention. I mean really makes me stop and stare. Iām attracted to men, after all, and some can be surprisingly handsome. This specimen is a lot more so than one would imagine of a drug addict. Strong, symmetrical features and tanned skin make quite the tableau with full lips, an aquiline nose, and dark green, gold-flecked irises framed by thick eyelashes. Even unkempt blond hair and a three-day stubble look sexy on him.
This is the guy who calls himself my sisterās friend? Heās so easy on the eyes, he has to be more than a friend.
He scowls. āDo you always do that?ā
āDo what?ā I take in the rest of him. Heās my height, but much skinnier. Probably canāt afford to go to a gym and do weights three times a week like I do.
āRefuse to shake someoneās hand,ā he replies, tone offended. His voice sounds light but mature. Warm, comfortable to the ear. āWhile your sisterās in thereā¦fighting for her life.ā Tears form in his eyes. So, their redness was due to him crying.
āSorry, itās the nerves.ā I give him my hand.
āYeah.ā He accepts to shake it, but his wet glare tells me heās not convinced.
Me? Iām so taken aback by his good looks and intense presence, I almost forget why I came out of the room.
Oh yeah. Coffee.
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Adrian Matsakis is a successful businessman with terrible luck in personal relationships. His ex-wife wrecked him, and when he tried again with Jessie Brandt, she too betrayed him.
He is shocked and outraged to learn he has a son with her and is determined to take custody. Heās never forgotten Jessie but canāt forgive her, especially now.
Forewarned of Adrianās intent, Jessie preempts him by inviting him to co-parent, and he reins himself in. He canāt resist reminding her of her perfidy, however, just as she continues to maintain her innocence.
They struggle against the chemistryāand moreāsparking between them, and when Adrian double checks the facts around Jessieās supposed betrayal, heās staggered to learn the evidence was planted.
He sets out to make amends, and Jessie must decide if sheāll allow him back into her heart, and give Adrian a place to finally call home.
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We believe you know Jessie Brandt. Please see the attached picture. Come for dinner tonight. Mikhail
Adrian Matsakis shoved back from his desk with such strength the back of the chair hit the wall, and the resulting shudder made his teeth clack together. The distance from his computer monitor didnāt make it less true. The attachment heād clicked on nearly filled the screen with a picture of a sturdy, little toddler, laughing up at a woman who crouched beside him, holding an enormous balloon.
It was like looking into a mirror of his youth, pictures of him as a child festooning most available surfaces, compliments of his doting mother. Sheād been unable to have other children, and thus lavished every maternal ounce of her being upon him. His father created a balance, or Mama might have driven him crazy.
Maybe heĀ wasĀ crazy, seeing something in that image that was wishful thinking. It couldnāt be. Rolling back to his desk, he clicked to reread the email from Mikhail. Nothing changed.
After opening up the image again, he soaked in the two faces featured there, noting how little Jessie had changed over the three years since heād last seen her, the golden-blonde hair and laughing brown eyes, clear, ivory skin, long, slender hands, and a lithe body with all the requisite curves.
His sonāfor he had no doubt the child was hisāwas still exhibiting baby roundness, but his arms and legs were long like Adrianās, and the riot of black curls that would be the bane of his existence unless fads changed, and maybe even then, waved wildly about the boyās head. Olive skin set off the tiny white teeth visible in the wide smile. He thought his sonās eyes were gray like his own, but perhaps they were a velvety brown like Jessieās.
Adrian finally allowed the cacophony of emotions churning in his gut to be labeled. He was furious, firstly. Furious to learn he had a child after all this time, and curious about the boy. Elated too. He wouldnāt deny it. He had badly wanted a child, children, and learning that his ex wife Sharon terminated not one, but two of his babies still sent shards of agony throughout his being.
But he now had a child, and it must be love, if not intense affection flooding his system as he stared at the little boy. He purposely narrowed his gaze, keeping it directly on the toddler, because he didnāt want his confused emotions toward Jessie to spill over, even within his own head, onto his son.
HisĀ son. Why hadnāt she told him? Contacted him as was his right? Especially when she knew how much he wanted children?Ā Because I threw her out.Ā He shook the vaguely remorseful thought away.
Heād thrown her out for good reason. Sheād been lucky he hadnāt pressed charges, although sheād challenged him to do so even as she accepted his edict and marched away down the hall, her spine erect and her head held high.
Out of sight, out of mind. Heād made certain she left with nothing. Except she left withĀ something.Ā And if sheād really wanted my money, then why hadnāt she used the child?Ā He decided to ignore that inconvenient niggle as well.
He shot an email to Mikhail, accepting the dinner invitation when what he really wanted to do was phone the man and demand an explanation. But he hadnāt climbed to where he was in his business by flying off the handle. Heād attend the dinner tonight armed with all possible information and pool it with what his friend knew. And plan.
He closed down his computer after carefully saving and printing several copies of the toddler and then obtained the number of an experienced investigative agency. Heād head out and pick up some wine and flowers for the hostessāand begin the plan of retrieving his child. Anything this important would take great care and strategy.
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isnāt always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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