Hunter Macario wants one thing—a place to belong. When given an
opportunity to solidify his position in the motorcycle club, Devil’s Thunder,
he takes it.
Dragon’s Clan member, Safaia King, believes she’s found the man
from her people’s legend and her dreams. She has one goal, even if he’s in a
rival club—to make Hunter hers and keep him safe so he can fulfill their
destiny.
After Hunter makes a huge mistake, he’s sent to where Safaia
lives—an alternate universe called The Den. In this new world, sex, battles,
and secrets abound. Hunter must survive The Den to right some wrongs or else he
could lose everything he’s ever gained, including his home and Safaia’s love.
Q&A Time
1.
Did you hide any secrets or Easter Eggs?
I named one of the characters after my
best friend whom I’ve known for over twenty-three years.
2.
Did you leave out anything in this book that
you wished you hadn’t?
The scene in the pub/hotel room
between two antagonists and a secondary character is different than I’d
originally wrote it. The editor had me change it up because it was too intense
and ran the borderline of acceptable and unacceptable subject matter. I wish I
could have kept the original scene in the book.
3.
Do you believe a book cover plays an
important role in the selling process?
I think it plays a part since it can
catch a reader’s eye, and if the artist has done their job properly, it can
enhance the blurb of the book, lending additional insight to what the book’s
about.
4.
Any advice you would like to give to your
younger self?
Publishing/writing wise: get serious
sooner rather than later about being an author. On a personal level: heed your
intuition!
EXCERPT
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wicked glint lit her eyes, and a playful grin spread across her face. She
smoothed a hand down his hard chest. “I love the definition of your muscles,
Hunter, how they shudder beneath my fingers when I touch you.” Inch by inch,
she continued sliding her hand down his torso. She moved her hand between his
skivvies and skin. Saf circled his cock and stroked him in time with the
motions of his fingers within her. Desire pulsed through his body, setting it
aflame. She pressed her face against his chest and playfully bit his pectoral
as she rode his hand.
Adrenaline and arousal increased
his breathing rate, and a warm buzz raced through him. The pull between them
seemed so intense, undeniable, as if they had to be together or perish. He felt
like one of the club’s customers addicted to black chip and needing a fix
before he went crazy with want. And his drug of choice?
Safaia. Always and forever
Safaia.
He wanted to eat her up. “I
want to taste you. Lick up your juices and have you squirm beneath my face.”
Hunter yanked down her jeans and repositioned her until her ass was at the edge
of the boulder.
Sinking to his knees, he placed
himself between her legs. Looking forward to tasting her sweetness and feel her
softness after facing the harsh realities of his life, he traced a line of
gentle kisses along her inner thigh from her knee to her pussy and then
fastened his mouth on the sensitive folds between her legs. When he dipped his
tongue into her canal, she shifted her butt to allow him better access. He
reached up and snaked his rough hands under her shirt, concerned only for a
moment whether she enjoyed or loathed the coarse touch of his dry, work-worn
skin. She moved the cloth and her bra out of the way.
Seems she doesn’t mind.
Pushing away all his thoughts
and focusing on her—his carnal treasure—Hunter kneaded her tits while he teased
her clit. He loved the taste and scent of her musky flesh and lapped up her
essence as he said he would.
She grasped his head, weaving
her fingers in his hair. “Oh, great Universe. This is. This is.” She panted and
grappled with his locks as a low, deep moan rolled from her throat. “I think
I’m going to come.”
The first night they’d met,
their lovemaking had been hot and fast, more wham bam thank you than let’s
linger and relish this. This time, though, he wanted to savor her, make her
feel all sorts of naughty pleasure as he took his own.
Saf
bucked and tried to scooch away, but he grabbed her hips and kept her from
moving away from him. Unrelenting, he tongue fucked her. She struggled and
wriggled, but he continued his assault, plunging his tongue in and out of her,
licking up her wetness, and nipping at her clit. Safaia pressed the back of his
head and lifted her ass. Spasms racked her body. She cried out his name.
Bringing
her to orgasm thrilled him, but his selfish streak came forward. He wanted to
enjoy her and feel his own pleasure, so he rose, stepped back, and removed his
jeans.
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