Sword (Bones MC, #3)
by Marteeka Karland
Published by: Changeling Press
Publication date: November 22nd 2019
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Magenta: The day my mom took up with Black Reign was the
worst day of my life. She became ol’ lady for their president. I became another
whore for the club to push around. I fought them at every turn because
death was preferable to living this life. Beaten, downtrodden, I was about to
be given to yet another man. The scariest man I’d ever seen. He was intent on
having me on his own turf, and I wasn’t sure I would survive.
Sword: The second I saw the slight young thing being beaten by that ogre of a
man, something inside me I’d thought leashed broke free. A demon better left in
check reared his head, and I knew she would be mine no matter what. I got
her, but she came with bigger problems than I was prepared to deal with. Not
that it mattered. I’m Bones MC. We don’t give up, and we protect our own. Even
against The Devil himself…
***WARNING!*** Bones MC has no pussies. These men are rough around the edges
and fight as hard as they love. You can expect violence — some that may have
triggers — and smoking hot sex. If either is something you object to, you
should pass. Otherwise, expect an HEA and a man who always satisfies his woman.
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She was in Sword’s arms. In a ridiculously small bed. Fully
clothed in his shirt and sweatpants. At some point, she’d sprawled out on top
of him, her hair tangling them together like silk bindings. One of his big
hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back in comfort. That hand seemed to
span the entire width of her back as he moved it over her skin lazily.
Magenta remembered him sliding into the bed with her,
wrapping her up in his arms as they’d talked. Their conversation spun through
her mind like a carousel. Did she believe everything he’d told her? She wanted
to. Though she knew better, Magenta decided she’d believe him until he
misplaced her trust. Didn’t mean she’d do it blindly though. Maybe she should
lay it all out for him.
“You’re fine, girl,” he murmured sleepily. “We got an hour
before we need to get up.”
“You know, if you’re trying to make me give up information
on Black Reign, I’m more than happy to do it without you making me empty
promises. Just promise you won’t make me go back, and I’ll tell you everything
I know. That’s the only promise I want or need.”
He sighed, as if disappointed. “I just want another hour,”
he grumbled. “Fine. Magenta, I promise I won’t make you go back. Think I said
that earlier. Now, go back to sleep. You can spill it all later.”
“You’re kind of a grumpy bear when you wake up, aren’t you?”
Again, he grunted, but tightened his arms around her.
“What are you going to do? You left a man in the clubhouse
so you can’t just blaze.”
With an exasperated grunt, Sword rolled them both,
maneuvering so that he lay sprawled on top of her, his arms still wrapped
around her. He nuzzled her neck, his lips grazing her skin in a soft caress.
“Hush now. I need this last hour.” He didn’t stop moving his mouth over her
neck.
“Stop,” she whispered, even as she lifted her chin and
tilted her head to give him better access. What was wrong with her? Was she
going to let him take advantage of her? God, her body had suddenly come alive!
Shivers coursed through her, and she realized that, for the first time in her
life, she was welcoming a man’s touch.
“I will if you want,” Sword said, even as he licked her
flesh with one swipe of his flattened tongue. “Seems like you don’t know what
you want. You didn’t push me away. Instead, if I’m not mistaken, your little
nails are diggin’ into my back like you’re trying to hold me to you.” He
sounded drowsy. Sexy. Like he was her lover waking her for morning sex.
“I -- I don’t know…”
“It’s OK,” he said between nips and scrapes of his teeth.
“I’m not gonna take too big a bite out of you. At least not here or now.” He
let his lips wander from her neck to her collarbone and back, never venturing
into forbidden territory but arousing her like she’d never been before. “When
we go to confront Black Reign, you’re staying here with Trucker.”
“You’ll need every man you have,” she breathed out, scarcely
able to form a coherent thought beyond the fact that she wanted to cradle his
head and push him to her aching breasts. “Crow will annihilate you if you
don’t. In fact, call in help. He’s trying to lull you into a false sense of
security before he springs whatever trap he has ready.”
“I promise you, the four men we’re takin’ into that
clubhouse will be better equipped to deal with that entire club than Crow will
be to deal with the four of us. But, you’re right. We called in reinforcements
last night. There will be some friends of ours coming to help. Should be here
in a little over an hour.” He shifted his weight off her just a little, just
enough for her not to feel trapped. Then he laid his head on her chest and
kissed the swell of her breast. “So I’d like to get my…” he raised his head to
look back over his shoulder at the clock on the wall next to them, “fifty-four
minutes.”
“Yeah. So would me and Viper.”
“If you guys need to get a room, you should have said
something instead of staying out all fuckin’ night ridin’.”
“You two shut the fuck up. I’m determined to get my
‘fifty-four minutes’.”
“Fifty-three now, bro. Shut up your own damned self.”
Magenta didn’t know what to think or say. Lying with Sword
like this was too intimate for strangers, but, strangely, not uncomfortable.
All kinds of things went through her mind. Like if the others expected him to
have sex with her right there. Did he expect that? If she gave in and embraced
the sensations he kindled, would he humiliate her like Black Reign did? And
what about Trucker? If everyone thought she’d given in to Sword, would they
expect her to service them as well?
“Just relax,” Sword whispered. “No one is gonna hurt you.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You need to hear it.”
“Does me hearing it make it any truer than if you never said
it?”
AUTHOR BIO:
Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day,
Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and
totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination
since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her
teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and
irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she
breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires,
shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the
awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and
make him beg for it.
Author links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16160.Marteeka_Karland
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