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Title: Dragon Slayer
Series: Steel Dragons MC #1
Author: C.A. Rene
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2022
 
The Varga Princess. Daddy’s little girl.
Being the only daughter of a motorcycle club’s president means I’m untouchable.
Add an older brother to that equation,
and now you’ve got an impenetrable vault.
No one can get to me.
The Varga name has given me armor along with an invincibility complex.
Until it’s all shattered.
I’m faced with an impossible situation,
and no matter how it ends, there will be casualties.
I’ve been dodging threats my whole life,
but what no one prepared me for was the threat of my own family.
Betrayal burns deep when it comes from inside the safety of your own home.
Too many lines have been crossed, and forgiveness isn’t an option.
It’s an all-out war, and I’m on the front lines.
I am the Dragon Slayer.
 
 

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C.A. Rene is married with two kids and lives in beautiful (cold most of the year)
Toronto, Canada. To escape from life’s pressures, she brings fingers to the
keyboard and taps out her imagination. Most of the stories floating in her head
contain pain, angst, and dark dark love.
Lover of all things dark. I love to read it, write it, own it, eat it, whatever it. My
addictions include WINE, books, and coffee, in that order.
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Title: Tracker

Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter Book 3
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2022
 
 

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A cop and an outlaw biker walk into a bar…
Officer Jolene Baker spent her youth smiling and sparkling on stage when all she wanted was to run alongside her four older brothers. It took years for her to stand up for herself, ditch the pageant life, and peruse her dream of becoming a police officer. Now that she’d broken out on her own, she could dress how she wanted, swear if she wanted, and sleep with any man who caught her eye. No matter how many tattoos or piercings he had or how big a bad-boy vibe he gave off.
Tracker hit the sweet spot in his life. He owned a thriving tattoo business, found a stellar family in the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club, and had no shortage of women jumping into his bed. Seducing the town’s new female cop to extract information on his club was a no-brainer. He’d be helping his club and having fun in the process.
A woman committed to justice and sworn to uphold the law, a man who lives by the outlaw code, and enough heat to burn down the town. Disaster seems inevitable, but can Jo and Tracker find a way to avoid catastrophe?
 
 
 

 
 
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
 
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Title: Hatchet
Series: Death Hounds MC #5
Author: H.J. Marshall
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 15, 2022
Cover Design: Tracie Douglas Dark Water Covers Premades & Formatting
 

My life was a series of horrifying moments and sleepless nights that caused me to become a suspicious person. I learned to trust my gut and not be afraid to defend myself from the monsters that scratched at my door. But as time went on, the things I’d seen and experienced shaped me into someone I considered to be broken, damaged, and beyond redemption.

I never expected the stranger staring down the barrel of my gun would be the one to save me. He saw through the armor I had encased myself in and silently vowed to set me free. He showed me that I was worthy of love and gave me everything I ever wanted but didn’t think I deserved.

When one of those monsters from my past comes calling, threatening to drag me back into the darkness, secrets are exposed and my world is ripped apart. Will he stand by my side as I embrace my nightmares, or will I be forced to walk away from the only person who’s ever shown me love?

The Death Hounds say when you’re family, you’re family for life, but what happens when family ties threaten to strangle us all?

 
 
 
H.J. Marshall began her love of reading and writing at an early age and has always dreamed of being a writer full-time. A nomadic youth exposed her to different perspectives of life, community, and culture, resulting in a lifelong love of food, music, and history. When she is not writing, she enjoys the music of all generations and genres, writing full-time, and living in her quiet cabin in the woods. Currently landlocked, H.J. dreams of her beach house, salty air, and a life filled with laughter.
 
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Title: Bits & Pieces

Series: The Steel Berserkers MC #2
Authors: Bijou Hunter & Noelle Zane
Genre: Romantic Suspense/MC
Release Date: October 14, 2022
Silas “Nomad” Bennings doesn’t do normal. As the fearsome enforcer for the Steel Berserkers motorcycle club, he refuses to live by other people’s rules. However, this time, the stubborn son of a bitch might have gone too far.
Landry Copper spent her life bouncing from one dangerous situation to another. Her latest hazard comes in the form of a menacing biker claiming to have killed her abusive husband.
Nomad offers her a new home, safety, and comfort. All he wants is for Landry to love him.
They’re a match made in madness. Yet, what should lead to disaster might instead give them what they crave most.
The Steel Berserkers MC series contains sexual content, harsh language, graphic violence, and drug use. This book is only suitable for readers 18+. Trigger warnings: past childhood, sexual, and spousal abuse.

 
Bijou’s been publishing romance books since 2013.
Noelle is an avid reader and first-time author.
The duo currently live in Indiana.
 
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Title: Dragon Slayer
Series: Steel Dragons MC #1
Author: C.A. Rene
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 25, 2022

ONE

Genevieve

 

“Genevieve!” 

My brother, Jaeger, strides toward me, his black, wavy hair swaying in the breeze, and his near-black eyes aflame with anger. His leather vest looks freshly oiled as it reflects the sun’s rays, and his ripped jeans are dusty, telling me he just got in from a ride. My breath gets trapped in my chest as his tattooed hands curl into fists. 

Shit, he’s pissed.

“Where were you today?”

He stops right in front of me, his chest heaving with labored breaths, and his leather cut sporting a new patch. Vice President. 

“Mall,” I answer quickly, my eyes never wavering from that patch.

“Try again.”

No way. There’s no way he knows. We were careful.

“Jaeger…”

“Genevieve…” He steps in closer, his chest now touching mine. “I called you ten times. Do you know who else I tried to call?” Our eyes finally meet in a clash of indigo and ebony. This is it. “Quinton.” My brows crash together in confusion as my head tips to the side. He must’ve been on the road for a long-ass time because he’s making no fucking sense. What the fuck is he talking about? “Were you out with Quinton?”

“Quinton?” Surprise courses through me, making me rear back my head. “Why would I be with Quinton? He hates me.”

Quinton is Jaeger’s best friend, his lap dog who would do anything he asked, and a jerk to top it all off. The fact that Jaeger even thinks Quinton and I speak is outrageous. He has his head so far up Jaeger’s ass, he wouldn’t dare spare me the time of day.

“You’ve been caught.” His long finger points at my face. “I can see the fucking fear.”

“Fear?” I push him back with my hands on his chest. “Are you insane? That’s disgust you’re seeing. Quinton is an asshole.”

“I see the way you look at each other, and I warned you, Genni. No fucking my boys.”

Now it’s my turn to step up to him, our chests bumping once again. Jaeger is tall, at six and a half feet, but I’m tall too, standing at nearly six feet.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Jaeger. No one tells me who I can and can’t fuck. If I wanted to hump every cock in town, I’d do it.” I stand my ground, uncaring if the neighbors see me and my brother fighting in our driveway.

His face turns an abnormal shade of purple as anger burns through his eyes. His lips pull back taut against his teeth as he prepares to douse my flames with accelerant. Playing with fire has always been a hobby of his. 

“Kids,” Dad’s deep drawl sounds from the side of the house. “Knock it off and get inside. Your mother needs help with dinner.”

Jaeger’s hand grips my chin as he yanks my face closer to his. “You’re fixing for a fight, Genni.” His spit flies on my cheeks as he speaks the words. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He lets me go with a sharp shove, making me stumble backward, my ass hitting Ma’s car. My body vibrates with anger, each muscle stiffening as I contemplate knocking him the fuck out, but I need to bury it down because Ma’s anxiety will kick in the moment she realizes we’re fighting.

“Genevieve,” Dad calls out, coaxing the flames of my anger. Jealousy burns inside of me because he made Jaeger Vice President. “Come here.”

My feet obey before my mind registers, because no one says no to Victor Varga, President of the Steel Dragons Motorcycle Club. I may have a filthy mouth on me, and more times than not, it lands me in hot water, but I have a will to live, and mouthing off to Vic is a sure way to end up six feet under. Daughter or not.

I find my father leaning against the side of the house, a cigarette hanging from his lips, and a black bandanna wrapped around his long, graying hair, though the ends are still a dark brunette, much like my own. His long legs are crossed at the ankles, and his muscular arms are crossed over his chest.

The leather cut hanging from his shoulders is worn with spots of faded black decorating the edges. He’s had this cut since he was a prospect, and the day it leaves his shoulders will be when it’s folded inside his coffin or hung up in retirement. His skin is dark and weathered from long days on his bike in the Arizona sun, and lately, his face has been gaunt. He’s looking old.

“Let him believe you were out with the Chino kid. It’s better that way.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke in circular plumes, and his eyes stay focused on the grass at his feet.

“You made him Vice.” My hands land on my hips and I can’t control the whiney tone of my voice.

“He’s my only son.” His shoulder tips, his answer pissing me off.

“Jaeger is not your blood.” My chest is still tight with anger, and the words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. We don’t speak of blood in this house. We’ve been raised to be full siblings. Jaeger is my brother, nothing less.

He drops his cigarette and crushes the butt with the tip of his boot, only to reach into the pocket of his cut to light another one.

“I adopted him when he was ten years old, Genevieve. He’s my son.” I watch as he takes another long drag of the cigarette, his words sounding slightly exasperated. “What would you have me do?”

“Those are going to kill you,” I snap.

“Your mother said it would be a bullet to my head.” He chuckles as if he just told me a fucking joke. “I believe her predictions.”

He means my birth mother. She died when I was three from ovarian cancer. Fuck cancer.

“What was the point of our talk today if you went and made him Vice?” I fall against the wall beside him with a sigh. I’m confused, irritated, and still cresting the high of fighting with my asshole brother, but everything we did today is making less sense. I was told I would be the most prominent figure in the MC when the time came. I watch him as he continues to smoke his cigarette.

I thought Dad meant Vice. I was sure he wanted me to be the one to stand next to him. Minutes pass by before he speaks again and what he says shocks me to my core. 

“Because you will be Prez.”

The Varga Princess. Daddy’s little girl.

Being the only daughter of a motorcycle club’s president means I’m untouchable.

Add an older brother to that equation,

and now you’ve got an impenetrable vault.

No one can get to me.

The Varga name has given me armor along with an invincibility complex.

Until it’s all shattered.

I’m faced with an impossible situation,

and no matter how it ends, there will be casualties.

I’ve been dodging threats my whole life,

but what no one prepared me for was the threat of my own family.

Betrayal burns deep when it comes from inside the safety of your own home.

Too many lines have been crossed, and forgiveness isn’t an option.

It’s an all-out war, and I’m on the front lines.

I am the Dragon Slayer.

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Title: Tracker
Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #3
Author: Lilly Atlas
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 20, 2022
Cover Model: Michael Hild
Photographer: Golden Czermak 
Cover Designer: Leah Kaye Suttle
 
A cop and an outlaw biker walk into a bar…
Officer Jolene Baker spent her youth smiling and sparkling on stage when all she wanted was to run alongside her four older brothers. It took years for her to stand up for herself, ditch the pageant life, and peruse her dream of becoming a police officer. Now that she’d broken out on her own, she could dress how she wanted, swear if she wanted, and sleep with any man who caught her eye. No matter how many tattoos or piercings he had or how big a bad-boy vibe he gave off.
Tracker hit the sweet spot in his life. He owned a thriving tattoo business, found a stellar family in the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club, and had no shortage of women jumping into his bed. Seducing the town’s new female cop to extract information on his club was a no-brainer. He’d be helping his club and having fun in the process.
A woman committed to justice and sworn to uphold the law, a man who lives by the outlaw code, and enough heat to burn down the town. Disaster seems inevitable, but can Jo and Tracker find a way to avoid catastrophe?

 
 

 
 
Lilly Atlas is a contemporary romance author, proud Navy wife, and mother of two spunky girls. By day she works as a physical therapist for a hospital in Virginia. Lilly is an avid romance reader, and expects her Kindle to beg for mercy every time she downloads a new eBook. Thankfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she can often be found absorbed in a good book.
 
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Title: Rough Riot
Series: Riot MC
Author: Karen Renee
Release Date: October 27, 2022
Genre: MC Romance (can be standalone)
Cover Model: Gus Caleb Smyrnios
Photographer: CJC Photography
Cover Designer: 100 Covers
An angry biker at a crossroads. A woman in search of a fresh start.
Lisa Wenhold’s business partner stole everything. Her dreams of opening her own business are ripped away when she learns the debt he owes to a local motorcycle club now falls to her. With her brother being a member of a rival club, going to him would start a war between the two MCs. She thinks she has a solution, until a sexy biker with a surly disposition saunters into her life…
Rage has never met a woman as feisty, proud, and determined as Lisa. Nor has he ever fought this hard against such a fierce attraction. Even so, resistance is crucial considering she’s the sister to one of his biker brothers. He’s instructed to protect her, and he’ll honor his word. But things are getting harder by the day…
Falling into bed together is unexpected, in the best way imaginable.
Falling for one another absolutely cannot happen.
That’s doable, right?
Not a chance.

“Stop the music.”

A man with an angry voice said that, but that had to be my mind playing tricks on me. 

In another eight counts, I’d execute my first flip, but the music abruptly stopped. As the saying went, the show must go on, maybe this was a test. I kept the count in my head and continued my routine. Even without the music, I nailed my flip which brightened my smile.

“Stop!” a man yelled.

“What the fuck?” another man demanded. He sounded much closer to the stage. Then he said, “Put the music back on, or are you gonna insist she dance to some shit you like instead? There’s time for that, Rage.”

“She isn’t dancing,” the angry voice said. I assumed it belonged to ‘Rage’.

“We haven’t seen her tits yet. Look at that rack! They’ll be gagging for it.”

“Girls can’t bare their tits here anyway or we lose our liquor license.”

“Nope. That’s full nudity and we lose the license, Rage. Get your shit straight.”

Why didn’t I know that? What city did something like that?

I’d been to Mardi Gras… it was a decade ago, but even stone-cold sober, I had no problem flashing my boobs to strangers for the hell of it and some plastic beads. Getting this gig would be similar, except cold hard cash beat a bunch of gaudy necklaces. 

When the man who wanted to see my rack faced forward, I smiled. Then I yanked down my bikini cups for three counts of ‘Mississippi’ and whipped them back into place. 

From the dark corner of the room, Rage asked, “You got a brother named Ryan?”

His voice still held anger, but it had also turned rough and husky, a sound I was well acquainted with from former boyfriends after they got full views of my tits. It thrilled me that I did that to him, though I wished I could see what he looked like.

The man in the front cleared his throat and turned back to Rage. “We don’t give a damn if these women have brothers. We cover that shit when they get hired. Play the fuckin’ music, Punc.”

Rage’s voice got louder. “You read her application at all, Yak? I’ll ask you again, ma’am, do you have a brother named Ryan Wenhold?”

Anger suffused me even as a chill went up my spine. Nobody called me ‘ma’am,’ and I didn’t anticipate a day when anyone would. But I found it bone-chillingly strange that he’d ask about Ryan specifically.

Yak threw his hands in the air. “Rage! What’s her brother got to do with the price of whiskey?”

“Is Ryan Cynic Wenhold your brother… ma’am?”

My jaw shifted to the side as I fought to control my temper. 

Yak, if that was his name, turned back to me, his eyes fierce. “Answer him. You related to Cynic?”

My hand went to my hip. “I don’t see what my brother has to do with this.”

A chair scraped the floor, Yak stood up and turned his back to me. In the dimness of the room, I hadn’t realized he was wearing a cut. A Riot Motorcycle Club cut to be precise.

“He’s seven hours away and he doesn’t—”

“Off the stage,” Rage yelled.

“This is bullshit,” I muttered.

A nasty chuckle filled the room. Then Rage said, “No, the bullshit is you thinking Imagine Dragons is appropriate material for our club. Bullshit is a thirty-two-year-old woman hittin’ our stage.”

“She’s thirty-two?” someone who sounded much younger asked.

“Shut up, Puncture,” Yak said.

“Get the fuck off the stage. We don’t have time to waste,” Rage said.

I caught Yak’s eyes. “Is he in charge or are you?”

Another man came forward from the back. “I am.” Once he stood in the dim lighting, I saw his name patch. Volt.

I’d seen him around the Biloxi clubhouse one of the few times I’d been there for a party. And I knew from things Cynic said that Volt was the president of the Jacksonville Chapter.

I gave him a respectful nod. “Hi, Volt. Do you want me to get off the stage?”

He tipped his head to the side. “I want you to come with me to the office.”

Volt came to the stairs at the front of the stage and offered me a hand. With as much pride as I could muster —which wasn’t much— I took his hand and followed him toward the side wall.

He called out, “Rage. You’re comin’ with us.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

Volt quietly chuckled.

“Shouldn’t he stay out here, and I don’t know… read applications since Yak doesn’t do that?” 

Volt looked down at me. “You’re pushing it, Lisa.”

Shit. 

“You remember my name. Guess you’re in charge for a reason.”

He chuckled and led me down a narrow hallway.

Inside the cramped office, I sat in front of a desk cluttered with papers, ash trays, and empty beer bottles. I looked at Rage and felt my blood drain from my face. The gorgeous man from Hock Pawn Shop stood with his back to the wall next to the door. He wore a white t-shirt under his club cut. His arms were folded so I missed some of his other patches, but his name patch couldn’t be missed. ‘Rage.’ 

Volt closed the door and I spoke at the same time Rage did. I said, “Can we do this without him?”

“Don’t see why I have to be here for this shit,” Rage put in.

 
 
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot Motorcycle Club, Beta, and O-Town series of books. She once crunched Nielsen ratings data but these days she brings her imagination to life by writing books. She has wanted to be a writer since she was very young, but it’s taken the last twenty plus years for her to amass enough courage and overall life experience to bring that dream to life. Some of those life experiences came from the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
 
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Dagger

Book 8 in the GYPSY KINGS SERIES 

By ROUX CANTRELL

Genre: Contemporary Romance | MC

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Dagger had never been an impetuous man until he met a feisty brunette during an exercise for his security job. After what was supposed to be one night of fun turned into a broken heart. Daggers on a mission to give a little of that heartache back. He had wanted to cherish hers instead she left him behind. Or did she …

Bethany closed her eyes thinking of how foolish she had been. A security expert …right. It was probably a game he and his friends were playing, and she was the patsy. Being a romance writer, she put all her heartache in her stories and book sales have been better since her heart got ripped to shreds. No more HEA for her characters nope. Not a one…

A series of random post cards from different location have been driving her crazy. Smudged words saying “meet me in Venice” are barely legible, call her a fool but Bethany’s heading to Venice to end the charade once and for all.

He had wanted to cherish hers instead she left him behind. It’s a new game and Dagger is making all the rules. If he, has it his way Bethany will find herself in Venice face to face with her past.


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Roux Cantrell resides in a quaint college town on the north shore of New Orleans with her husband and her Hemmingway cat named Monster. 

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Her love of writing started in school when an unwilling Roux was forced by an English teacher to read an urban fantasy. She became hooked on books after that.

If your fast enough to catch up with her she is always up for a chat.

“Within every mind there is a place to travel. You just have to be willing to take the trip.”


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Title: Ride the Wind

Series: Devil’s Knights 2nd Generation, Book 8
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 29, 2022
Things just didn’t sit right with Zig.
The Devil’s Knights had been his whole life, but something urged him to find more. He had enough of the constant chaos and danger that came with the Knights. He longed for steadiness and freedom.
Sometimes when you look for more, you find the devil will still chase you even when you ride the wind.

Chapter One


Reese


“We’re going out tonight.”

I looked up from the half-decorated cake in front of me. “We are?” I tipped my head to the side and pushed my glasses up my nose. “It’s Wednesday.”

Kerry leaned against the stainless-steel counter and folded her arms over her chest. “Yes, we are, and I am going to ignore how you sounded like a hundred-year-old woman who lives with seven cats and is in bed by six. It doesn’t matter that it is Wednesday. We are young and going out for a night of fun.”

I scoffed and grabbed a piping bag filled with green buttercream. “I don’t think twenty-nine is young, Kerry.” I pipped green leaves around the pale pink rose and trailed a large fern toward the edge of the cake.

“But you aren’t dead, Reese. You’re closer to twenty-one than you are sixty, girlfriend. We’re going out tonight, and you are not going to weasel your way out of it.”

“Kerry,” I groaned. “I don’t want to go out. How about you come over to my place? I’ll order from that Indian place you like, and we can watch a movie. Oh,” I gasped, “We could even play Monopoly.”

Kerry buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god, Reese. You did not just suggest Monopoly?” she groaned. She scrubbed her hands down her face and sighed. 

What was wrong with Monopoly? It was a fun game. Who didn’t like to own Park Avenue and be a little doggie moving around the board? “What if I let you be the doggie?” I always was the dog, but if Kerry wanted to be it, I could let that happen this one time.

“Argh,” Kerry moaned. “I don’t want to be the dog unless you are talking about doggy style with a hot guy from the party we are going to.”

I snapped upright and scanned the area. “You can’t say that when we’re working!” Thankfully the bakers had left for the day, and it was just me and Kerry in the back of the bakery. 

Layers Bakery was my pride and joy. I had opened it three years ago, and even though I had scrimped and barely gotten by that first year, our doors were open, and the bakery was thriving now.

Well, as long as the cases kept selling out every day and the cake orders kept coming in, we were thriving.

“You and I are the only ones back here, Reese. Chill out. Tessa and Rue are taking care of the register, and they can’t hear us back here.”

I freaking hoped so. “They’re only seventeen, Kerry. Their parents would kill me if they knew you were talking about getting it on with some guy.” I switched to my pink piping bag and added a few tiny rosebuds.

“Pfft,” Kerry puffed out. “Your face would be beet red, and your ears would burn if you heard the things those two talk about while cleaning the cases.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to know, Kerry. As long as they are working, I don’t care what they are talking about.” And what they talked about probably wasn’t that bad. I had been seventeen before and was not talking about doggy style or anything. “And I’m sure you are overreacting about what they talk about. Tessa and Rue are lovely girls.”

Kerry tapped her foot and pursed her lips. “You’re so sweet and delusional, Reese. You think the whole world is just swirls of sugary buttercream and peaks of fluffy meringue.”

I tipped my head to the side and smiled. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

She laughed lightly and pointed to the right corner of the cake. “You need a rose there.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You think so? I liked the open space there.”

“You’re the master cake decorator, but I think there needs to be a rose or something there.” Kerry shrugged. 

“Let me finish what I had in mind, and then you can tell me if you think there still needs to be a rose there.” I still had the border and another bunch of flowers to add to the cake before I wrote happy birthday.

“You’re the boss.” She held her hands in the air. “But I will tell you if it sucks when you’re done.”

I held up one finger. “Once in two years, you had to tell me that, Kerry, and I still argue that you were wrong.” I finally gave in that the cross I had piped looked slightly like a penis with flowers around it. Slightly.

“I saved you from serving that lady an Easter penis cake, Reese, and you damn well know it.”

I flitted my hand at her. “Go make sure Tessa and Rue are working while I finish this cake.”

Kerry pushed off the table and wiped her hands on her apron. “Fine, but you and I are going out tonight.”

I rolled my eyes and leaned over the cake. “Fine, Kerry. We’ll go out tonight, but I don’t want to be out past midnight. Jason is opening tomorrow, but I need to be here by nine to start on the cake orders for the weekend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kerry mumbled. “I’ll have you home by midnight, Cinderella. I work tomorrow, too.” She strutted through the swinging doors, and I was finally alone to finish this cake in peace.

I loved Kerry, but man, she could talk my ear off. And she was always trying to get me to go out with some random guy she met at the bar. This was new, however.

She usually went to some party without me and threw random guys she met but didn’t want for herself. Kerry was five years younger than me and still living her party days.

I was well past those days.

Hell, I never had those days.

Straight out of high school, I went to the local tech school, where I learned cake decorating. I worked wherever possible but always knew I wanted to own my bakery. For nine years, I worked two jobs at a time bouncing between grocery store bakeries and small bakeries until I had enough money for a down payment on my bakery. I didn’t have time to party and go out all the time.

Even now, I don’t have the time to do that.

I finished decorating the cake and called Kerry.

She pushed through the swinging doors with a donut and iced coffee in one hand. “I’m on break,” she called defensively.

As if I would say anything. Kerry talked nonstop, but she also worked her butt off.  “Come look at this and tell me if you still think I need something in the corner?”

Kerry moved in front of the cake and took a huge bite of her donut. “Have I told you that Ben’s deep-fried croissant donuts are amazing?” she muttered.

I rolled my eyes and squirted my leftover icing into the large bowl. “Are you buttering me up before you tell me the cake isn’t good?”

She finished chewing and took a sip of her coffee. 

“Kerry,” I whined. “Just tell me if it sucks or not.” I was confident in what I did, but I was still human. I knew that not everyone would like what I did and that I wasn’t always right. Maybe I did need something more in the corner besides just the border.

She tilted her head to the side and nibbled on the donut. “I mean…”

I was going to kick her in the shin if she didn’t spit it out. “You mean what?” I demanded.

“I mean, it’s gorgeous.”

I let out the breath I had been holding, and my shoulders sagged. “Thank god.”

Kerry moved to the side and leaned against the table. “As if you were actually worried. I’m just waiting for the day when I can find just one flaw in the amazing cakes you do.”

I emptied the rest of my bags and popped out the tips. “There are fifty flaws in that cake. I just covered them all with more buttercream.”

Kerry chuckled. “And I think that is what makes you a pro at this. You know how to make your mistakes into tiny little birds.”

I furrowed my brow. “There are no birds on the cake, Kerry.”

“That’s just Bob Ross coming out of me.”

“No idea what or who you are talking about.” I scrapped my spatula on the bowl and gathered all of my dirty tools. 

“Drop those in the sink. Rue is on dish duty tonight,” Kerry advised.

I dumped all the dirty dishes in the sink and wiped down the table.

Kerry grabbed a pale yellow and lilac-colored Layers Bakery cake box and slid the cake into the box. “I’m going to split right away at six. I’ll be at your place by seven.”

I grimaced and plugged the sink. “I was hoping you would forget.”

Kerry blew out a raspberry. “As if I was going to forget about going to a party at SOS.”

I squirted some soap into the sink. “SOS?” I asked. I had no idea what that was other than a distress call. God knows I was in distress since Kerry was making me go to a party.

“Sons of Sin motorcycle club,” she shrugged. 

“You say that as if it’s normal for you and me to go hang out with a bunch of bikers on a Wednesday night.” Kerry was insane. There was no way I would ever be able to marginally fit in at a motorcycle club.

My life was donuts, bread, coffee, and swirls of sugary buttercream. Motorcycles and the bikers who rode them didn’t enter into that world. Ever.

Kerry finished packing up the cake and set the order slip on top. “It’s not normal, but I’ve been to a few of their parties. They’re pretty fun.” She lifted the cake and walked to the walk-in cooler.

I followed her into the cooler and leaned against the wire shelf on the right. “I am not going to fit in at some Sons of Anarchy party, Kerry.”

“Sons of Sin,” she laughed. “I don’t think we’ll run into Opie and Jax tonight.”

I rolled my eyes. “That would be the only thing that could make me want to come with you.” 

“Jax and Opie could totally make me come, too.” Kerry winked at me over her shoulder and set the cake on the pick-up rack. “Clay could even get a rise out of me on a good day.”

I cringed and shuddered. “Oh my god, Kerry. You are insane.” I had watched Sons of Anarchy when it was on TV, and I knew there was no way Clay could evoke any feeling in me other than vomiting.

She threw her hand up in the air. “Don’t kink shame me, Reese. I can’t help that I might have a type that could do it for me?”

“It’s not your type if you don’t know if you like it,” I reasoned. 

“Well, you may be right. Maybe I’ll need to find a Clay tonight and see if he is my type.” She pointed her finger at me, and her eyes lit up. “And that is why you need to come with me. You need to be my wing woman. I need you there to ensure I find the right Clay and not some crusty Clay.”

I shook my head. “I think staying home and playing Monopoly is better than dodging crusty Clay’s at the local biker joint.”

Kerry cringed. “Don’t ever say biker joint again,” she winced. “I swear you are at least fifty.”

I raised my middle finger. “Does this look fifty to you?”

She shook her head. “No, but you staying home instead of coming out with me looks a hell of a lot like fifty. Might even look like seventy.”

That was it. If Kerry wanted me to go out with her tonight, and look for a Clay, then that was what she would get. “You better be at my door at six fifty-nine, or I’m not going.”

Kerry’s jaw dropped, and she clapped her hands together like a happy seal. “Yes,” she shouted. 

I wasn’t sure I had made the best choice, but it would at least shut Kerry up. Hopefully, tonight was a major bust, and she would never ask me to go out with her again.

That was all I could hope for.

*

Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and to the place they now call home. Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights being a karate mom hauling her son to practices and tournaments.. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, puppies, and baking.

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