Renegade Souls MC

Dirty-Salvation-Iversary! – FREE BOOK

Hi, biker-babes!

Can you believe it’s one whole year since I hit publish on DIRTY SALVATION? And here I am ready to publish my 5th Renegade Souls MC novel in just a couple of months and my seventh book in total.

This time last year I was in a haze of excitement for actually finishing a fully written book. It was always my dream and I’ve loved every moment of this weird and wonderful writing journey so far.

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Salvation

Renegade Souls MC

Teaser Tuesday – Dirty Salvation

It’s only TWO WEEKS until this bad boy is released into the world on April 3. Here’s a sneak at a good girl unable to resist a very bad man.

 

It was Oscar Wilde who said to yield to temptation or forever yearn for the forbidden. And it was Scrooge McDuck who said more is better.
How could anyone truly resist Rider and not go back for seconds and thirds? Zara could ponder on that question for a decade and still not have an answer. He was a tall drink of biker water in a long lean glass with an added bad boy straw she just wanted to slurp on for hours. For weeks, he had broken her resolve, placing himself in such a way she’d began to drop her fear. Or maybe he’d just battered it down.
She didn’t know which.
The longing had become unbearable to the point she had to give herself pep talks ‘don’t lick his face’ ‘you can’t rub on him like a cat in heat’
Why she put these restrictions on herself she’d hadn’t examined that far, she knew from the look in his eyes whenever they landed on her he had been more than up for … rubbing and licking.
She’d been scared and he still was a dangerous man.
The only guy she’d wanted from the moment she’d seen him, that instant electric attraction, had wanted for forever afterwards, it seemed as so, the only sexual experience she’d enjoyed and the dense moment she realized he wanted something with her again she’d been apprehensive that if they tried to pick up where they left off she would be launched back to the days of the Rebels and recoil instinctively away from Rider’s touch.
Fear was a wicked monster clinging to every insecurity, whispering the harshest things.
And salvation could also be dirty.
It was better not to have then to be afraid of the could be’s she’d told herself all the while keeping him at arm’s length and yet using him for his uncompromising protection. She’d passed the previous days growing stronger understanding Rider watched her not only to keep her safe but for something altogether more personal and carnal, her mind whirred through its normal cycle of guilt and self-loathing even as she was as intrigued by him in return, coloring her thoughts in shades of black.
Circling each other like animals.
With one kiss Rider, had knocked her resigned undertaking on its bony ass and now she lay under him panting out of breath, her heart pounding behind her ribcage, pleasure so acute she was still feeling it through her system minutes later as she tried to grab onto any sane thought.
The man knew sex. Wow.
Jesus, who knew good sex could make a woman lose her mind? If Zara ever caught her breath again she was going to patent whatever voodoo sexy magic Rider was playing with because he’d reached inside and took every insecurity she had until all she craved was him in this naked sweaty form drenched in their pleasure.
It had been impossible to get away from her own darkness. Or so she thought.
Here she was basking in the light of a beautiful bad man.
Rider had taken it all, every secret corner of her broken being, and burned it down into the hottest passion.
Her skin sizzled.
She felt … glorious.

Dirty Salvation. Copyright © 2017 V. Theia. All rights reserved.

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Renegade Souls MC

Teaser Tuesday – Dirty Salvation

Another Teaser Tuesday and another look at those Renegade Souls MC boys. Sometimes they do really bad things… for good reasons.

On Sale APRIL 3.

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“Prez. All set?”
Tension rode down Rider’s spine as he gave the single nod to his boys. This was not his first kill, he’d done a lot of bad shit in his life if his path was traced back to when his went awry then it would travel back to when he was fourteen, the day his father decided his boy would become a Souls prospect.
It wasn’t though Rider was made bad, he just decided on that path, there wasn’t any stumbling the wrong way, he deliberately, meticulously made all his decisions, knew exactly what he was doing.
The standard doesn’t always have to be a bad person who makes the bad decisions, sometimes a bad decision is all you have because of situation you are in.
Rider never believed in luck, or fate, or destiny. You got what you put in and by god from the age of fourteen he had put in his all, to get where he was, to own his small part of the world.
Rider was a legend in his domain for what he’d achieved in such a small amount of time.
And he wasn’t going to let one dickbrain like Hades try to take it away from him.
History books never told the truth of wars, and battles, not really.
It was a condensed version of heroes who won in the end, never telling their journey.
Whatever Rider’s choices, those bad decisions that turned him into the bad man he was today, all led him to tonight.
He felt it in his bones, the way calmness came down over him when he and his men forged forward, breaking and entering like the criminals they were.
Each one of his men had a role to play and it was executed beautifully.
Murder was an ugly business to be in. But some bad men had to do it.
Rider’s men were the worst.
As he moved through the unkempt building the Rebels called home, the stench of weed and unwashed bodies from every corner, the darkness enveloped him, he listened to sounds of death, his boys didn’t waste time.
There was only one he sought.
The dicksucking president.
So far, his office stood empty, cocaine scattered over a desktop, piles of waste paper on the floor, the guy lived in a dump, the bedroom marked PREZ was barren. There was no way Hades had known the raid was going to happen, Rider had kept it so tight not all of his club knew about it, his core men who he trusted with his life.
When Death happened to knock on your door, the fight or flee came into play.
As it was, noise escalated as the Rebels tried to fight back.
Too little too late, death would come even as they struggled.
He smelled blood. A lot of fucking blood.
I know you’re here, you shitfuck. Rider prowled. A grim reaper stride, weapons gripped in his hands.
A streak of darkness slipped by Rider in a hallway, he recognized Hawk’s leather coat flapping at his hips. A second later the distinct sound of death, a startled gargle of noise before the wet noise of a knife being plunged harder into a body.
Hawk exited the room, his teeth gleamed brilliant white as he smiled at Rider, his voice was low “Another one bites the dust. Fun times at the zoo.”
Murder always put his VP in a good mood, he slapped Rider’s shoulder and moved out.
Get in. Get out. No lingering.

Dirty Salvation. Copyright © 2017 V. Theia. All rights reserved.