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Leather & Lace: Inferno Glory MC by: J.A. Fredericks

GENRE: Contemporary erotica

RELEASE DATE: July 2015

SynopsisThe day Harley Sonnick is released from a three year prison sentence for a crime she didn’t willingly commit, she returns to the only family she has left—the Inferno Glory MC. But the club’s president isn’t ready to forgive her for past sins and turns her away, forcing her to trust in a new club member who’s arguably the sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.



Colt Sawyer, a young military veteran like the other MC members, is elusive and doesn’t have much to do with the women throwing themselves at him until Harley comes riding into his life on her own motorcycle. Together with his best friend and fellow MC member Ranger, Colt will do everything in his power to remind Harley what it’s like to be pleasured by a man and make her feel at home despite the reluctance of the MC.



Things take an unexpected turn when Harley’s worldly possessions are ripped away, forcing her to rethink her future. But she isn’t a pathetic princess in need of saving and is reluctant to accept help. Prison made her hard, forcing her to guard her feelings at all costs. So when dark, blue eyed Colt does inexplicable things to both her body and heart, she’s forced down a dark path of passion and desire that threatens all the safeguards she’s set in place.

ExcerptFourth shot of Jack held in the air, I salute the guys. The brown liquid sloshes over the side. “I
hope you boys like what I’m wearing because I’ll be wearing it for a looong fucking time. I’m brokety-broke.”
 
“We’ll get you new clothes,” Colt growls, prying the shot glass from my hand. “Whatever you need, darlin.’ You let us know and we’ll take care of it.”
 
I ogle him for a long moment, wondering how he’s even sexier when I’m fueled with booze. Now
that I have liquid courage, it’d be easier to finally get a taste of his splendid mouth and run my tongue all over his giant muscles.
 
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I release a nasally laugh. “Could you get me a new life?
‘Cause I fucked mine up.
Royally.” Swiping the shot back from Colt, I slurp it down in one swallow. “More shots!” I call to the bartender, slamming the empty glass on the wooden bar top.
 
“No, we’re good, Christine,” Colt tells the surly, old woman behind the bar. She shakes her head
and leaves us to attend to the only other patron drinking before noon.
 
“You’re young, Harley,” Ranger says from Colt’s other side, drinking from his glass of
whiskey. “Whatever happened, you’ve got time to bounce back.”
 
“Bounce back?” I ask with a hiccup. “Kinda hard to bounce back without a cent to my name and a record.” I study the two hunks with the only eye that will stay open. They’re collectively so damn hot I’m ready to take them both on the bar-top. “Either of you boys have a record? And I don’t mean the kind that go round and round.”
 
Colt’s brows knit together. “You’ve done time?”
 
“Three years, just got out yesterday.” They may as well know the whole truth about me if Remmy
hasn’t told them already. “It’s the reason I’m homeless and family-less and completely without anyone who could give a fuck about me.” I turn to rest my elbow on the bar, but miss and about topple off the stool while laughing my ass off. “And now I don’t even have any underwear! Can you fuckin’ believe that?”
 
Colt rises and hooks his arm around my waist. “Time to get you out of here.” He hoists me over
his shoulder so my jean-clad ass is in the air.
 
“Put me the fuck down!” I yell, beating my fists against the back of his leather coat and
kicking my legs through the air. “You can’t just fuckin’ man-handle people like this!”
 
Ignoring my best efforts, Colt laughs as he slaps a hand-full of bills on the bar. “Thanks, Christine. Ranger, let’s roll.”
 
“Be there in a minute, hoss,” Ranger answers, chuckling.
 
I fight Colt the whole way to the pickup where he dumps my ass on the seat like a sack of
potatoes before sliding in next to me. When I swing my fist at him, he wrestles me down onto my back, pinning my arms at my sides with one arm braced across my body. His beautiful eyes are hard as he hovers over me, using his free hand to flip his hair behind an ear. “Stop fightin’ me darlin,’” he breaths heavily, our lips enticingly close. “You may think nobody gives a fuck, but I
do and I’m here for you.”
 
Frozen by the enduring look he’s giving me, I become limp beneath him and inhale his enticing
scent. Then the exquisite cock I got a preview of earlier stirs to life between us, locking my breath in my chest. His grip around my wrists loosens as the expression on his face morphs into something raw and primal that does unexplainable things to my insides.
 
Oh god. I’ve never wanted someone this way.
 
Just as I bite my lip with the thought of bringing my mouth up to meet his, the driver’s door
creaks opens behind me. “You two need alone time?” Ranger asks, his voice wavering with amusement.
 
The kind of phenomenal sexy smile that could impregnate a virgin spreads across Colt’s lips and he laughs, sky-blue eyes still staring down on me. “Let’s go get this girl some new panties.”

Abou the author


J.A. Fredericks is a contemporary and paranormal erotica author who adores sexy stories with ghosts, vampires, tattooed bikers, and anything hot that likes to bite. Previously published several other YA paranormal novels, but ready to crank up the steam and going stealth mode under a pen name.



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beyond the cut excerpt reveal beyond the cutSynopsisSHE’S HOLDING ON TIGHT.

As a teen, Dawn ran from a life on the streets straight into the arms of Jimmy “Mad Dog” Sanchez, a biker who promised to be her knight in shining armor. But his love was just another cage. Years later, Dawn’s former life still has its hooks in her and she’ll do whatever it takes to break free. When Cade “Ryder” O’Connor, a member of a rival club, makes her an offer, Dawn finds herself in a different, hotter kind of trouble with one irresistible Sinner…

WILL HE GIVE HER THE RIDE OF HER LIFE?

Cade is an outlaw biker with allegiance to one thing and one thing only: The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club. But when it comes to the stunningly sexy, fiercely independent Dawn Delgado, Cade finds himself…hungrier for more. Trouble is on Dawn’s heels and he wants to be the answer to her prayers, whether she wants him to be or not. What can’t be denied is the red-hot attraction between them. However, as they fall deeper, the danger rises and Cade may have to sacrifice it all…in Beyond the Cutby New York Times bestselling author Sarah Castille.

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beyond the cut teaser 2Excerpt“You don’t go out without me. You do not go to see male strippers. You don’t see other men. No clubs. No dates. No drinking. No Benson.” Cade barked out each rule as he mounted the stairs leading up to his room. The chandelier overhead rattled with each step he took, but upside down, over his shoulder, the only thing Dawn was in a position to appreciate was the worn wooden floor, and Cade’s very fine, tight ass.

He pushed open the door to his room, and then slammed it closed and dropped her lightly to the ground. “You answer the phone when I call or text. You don’t hang with the brothers dressed in the kind of dress a man wants to tear off you.”

Dawn gripped the door handle to regain her balance as Cade stalked across the floor to the window. The room pulsated with the intensity of his emotion, or maybe something was alive beneath the piles of clothes, pizza boxes, bike gear, and magazines. At least it didn’t smell as bad as it looked, just a tad . . . fetid, but laced with the fragrance of his cologne.

“Don’t you think you’re taking this too far? I mean, Jimmy’s not about to grab me from a bar or a club. At heart he’s a coward. That’s why he’s always approached me in the dark or from a distance.”

“This isn’t about him.” His puzzled frown almost made her laugh. “You’re mine.”

“I’m not yours.” Dawn folded her arms. “But since we’re laying it on the line, and if you’re wanting me to stick around, I have terms, too. You don’t go to strip clubs, even for a drink. Nor do you let sweet butts wriggle in your lap. You don’t flirt with women or bring them back to the clubhouse. You’re a one-woman man unless you want a woman who isn’t me, and then I walk out this door.”

Tension coiled in the room between them. He stared at her for so long she was afraid she’d crossed some hidden line and nothing would ever be the same again.

“I guess now that we have that straight, I’ll take care of those cuts and bruises,” she said to fill the silence. “You got a first-aid kit in here?” Her gaze swept over the room, bare of any decoration save for the detritus, a gritty contrast with the huge four-poster king-sized bed and heavy dark wood furniture, remnants from the days before the country house had become the Sinner clubhouse.

Cade scowled. “I’m not finished saying my piece.”

Dawn wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest of his “piece” if it involved any more one-sided rules and restrictions. She studied the room again for any sign of first-aid equipment, trying not to look at all the empty condom boxes or the shiny wrappers strewn across the floor or think about what they meant.

“I got something else to say.” Cade’s voice held an uncharacteristically sharp edge. “What are you looking at?”

Her cheeks heated and she scrambled for words. “Lots of . . . pizza boxes. What kind of pizza do you like?”

“Pizza?”

“I don’t know that much about you. What kind of pizza do you like?”

“Meat.”

She let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you be more specific? Pepperoni, sausage, ham, bacon—?”

“Just meat. Lots of it.” His brow creased. “You?”

“I’m kinda into veggies. Not that I don’t occasionally indulge in a Slim Fred’s Meat Feast when I’m hanging with Banks at his place watching the fights, but usually I like to keep it healthy.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “What else you want to know?”

Hmmm. A rare insight into Cade and what made him tick. She wanted to know everything, but from the way he was looking at her—focused, intent, like a predator sizing up its prey—she would have to be judicious with her questions. “Music.”

“Mostly ’seventies legends like Bob Seger, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the Allman Brothers and hard-rock bands like W.A.S.P. and Great White.”

“Typical of a biker and not very revealing.” Dawn sighed. “I don’t suppose you harbor a secret love for Justin Bieber or Taylor Swift?”

Cade’s nose wrinkled. “Girl crap. Don’t listen to it.”

“I like ‘girl crap,’ as you call it. I also like jazz.”

“That’s ’cause you’re a girl.”

“I’m a woman.” She lifted an eyebrow in censure and he gave her a smoldering, sensual look that made her instantly wet.

“That I fucking know. And ’cause of that, there’s no hanging out with Banks, ’cause he knows that, too.” He crossed the floor toward her, eating up the distance between them with easy strides of his long legs. “You want to listen to girl crap and hang out and eat pizza, you do it with me. And forget the veg. How are you gonna keep those curves if you’re just eating green shit?”

He was so close now she could feel the heat radiating off his body, breathe in his scent of leather, crisp spring air, and the sharp odor of blood. “You like my curves?”

“Love your curves, babe. Couldn’t have made it through that fucking ambush if I didn’t have these curves to think about.”

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Abou the author sarah castilleNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sarah Castille worked and travelled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes contemporary erotic romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them. Her books include the bestselling “Redemption” fighter romance series, and the dark, gritty Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club romance series.

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