Hey all, AK Nevermore here. I'm new to the blog and super excited to hang out with y'all! I'm currently writing three series, all sci-fi and romantasy flavored (tastes kind of like pineapple), with heat levels from spicy to erotic.
This month I thought I'd hook you up with a free download of a prequel to my paranormal erotic romance, The Maw of Mayhem.
Cats don't always land on their feet...
Grimdarke James has got problems. As Vice Prez of the Maw of Mayhem MC, he needs to keep his shit together, but between the constant threat of his inner cat going feral, and Nikki, one of the motorcycle club’s mollys, blackmailing him, it’s a fine line some days.
When an arms deal goes bad, everything goes to hell with it. All fingers point to an old club enemy, a man Grim has reason to both fear and loathe, but the facts don’t add up, and everyone is a suspect… including Grim. Faced with the constant threat of Nikki revealing his past and his need to prove himself to the MC, the fragile peace he’s made with his cat is threatened.
Out of options and running out of time, Grim sets a bold plan into motion, and the consequences are far more dire than he could have imagined…
Excerpt:
He stormed out of the club’s bar, heart pounding, the clack of her stilettos chasing him down.
“Grim! Wait!”
Fuck that. He hit the stairs to the bunks and climbed them two at a time, his stride leaving her in the dust.
“Grim!”
He paused at the landing, jaw clenched. A molly came out of one of the rooms, eyebrows raised in interest. Nope. Wasn’t doing this with an audience. He stomped past her to his room at the end of the hall, punching in his code and throwing the door open.
Nikki’s fists hit the other side just as it snicked shut. He latched the chain, not putting it past her to have his code.
“Grim! We need to talk about this!”
No, they needed to fucking end this. He raked a hand through his hair and leaned against the window sill, looking out. More pounding on the door. He didn’t care. Goddamn, his life was shit. Between the constant threat of his cat going feral and this twisted deal with Nikki, it was no wonder the entire MC thought he was a fuck up. He couldn’t keep either of them in line, how the did he expect to earn the brothers’ respect?
Outside, the night called to him, to his cat.
—cave—
Sleeping dirt sounded better than it should’ve. Shifting would pop his stitches, but he wasn’t sure he cared. Grim winced, stripping off his T. Every damned muscle in his torso protested, that rapid shift earlier had beat him the fuck up. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, then fell back on the mattress with a groan. As much as he wanted to run away, his body wanted to be in bed more. He emptied the shit from his pockets and dumped it on his nightstand along with his gun. Traded that for the half a pint of Jack in the drawer.
“Grim!” Nikki’s voice had gone from pleading to pissed.
He kicked off his boots. Snagged his headphones from the bedpost and shoved them on; Seether drowning her out as he scrolled through his phone.
Clay had texted. Clean up was going well. Someone had tipped off the PD about the blast, but Clay had explained it away as a drunken fireworks mishap. Sheriff wasn’t coming out until the morning. Bodies should be clear by then.
Banger was currently giving them shit on his elementary school teachers and a bunch of other useless crap. Salient points? Grim had been right about them not working together before, and Brick had gotten a name. Mouse, their tech wiz, was already on it.
*club good?*
Grim’s thumb hovered over his father’s last text message.
No, things were shit, but— he sent a thumbs up.
Clay hit him right back with an eye roll gif. *after table you’re lysoling the bar.*
Damn. Grim snorted and tossed the phone down. Club gossip spread faster than VD. He scrubbed at his face—
The door slammed open against the chain, and he sighed, pulling off his headphones.
—growling—
“Let. Me. In.”
“Mouse give you the code after you blew him?”
“Stop being such a fucking asshole!” She hissed through the crack, rattling the chain like a bitchy Jacob Marley. “Open the damned door, Grim.”
He sighed, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and wincing. Fuck, he hurt. “What d’you want?”
“We need to talk about this.”
“I got nothing to say. You’ve fucked my reputation along with every brother downstairs.” Grim scratched at his jaw as he stood. “Shit, maybe it’s better this way. Once someone else is wearing the VP patch, you won’t have any use for me, will you?”
Shit, maybe that was the answer. Go nomad. Leave all this behind him.
—Clay—
Grim frowned, not needing his dumb ass cat to remind him how much he owed his father. No way could he up and leave him… But damn, getting the fuck out of here was one hell of a dream.
He stumbled to the door, eyeing Nikki through the crack as he unlatched the chain. Her eyes swept up his body, arousal tinging the air. Woman was in permanent heat, though given her age, that wasn’t surprising. Around thirty shifter women got desperate to breed, but Jesus, he didn’t want that stank in his room. He blocked her entry.
“I’m sorry, okay?” She glanced away as a door opened and shut farther down the hall. “Do we have to do this out here?”
“Yeah.”
She huffed her bangs from her eyes. Her brow furrowed, walking her fingers up his abs to the ink below his right pec and tracing the line of script. “When’d you get this one?”
—growling—
“Don’t fucking touch me. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
Her hand fell. “Look, you’re right. I was out of line down there. Disrespected you. Made you lose face in front of the club. I was just… it’s different for the women here. Harder.”
—bullshit—
“Might be easier if you minded your place and stop pissing the ol’ ladies off.”
The rage that flashed over her face proved his cat right. This was damage control, her trying to manipulate his emotions and suck him back into her lies. He snorted, and she blinked at him, crocodile innocent again.
“We had a deal, Nikki. But all the shit you’ve been pulling is making that null and void. I’m not the only one with a past. I gave you my word, but keep it up, and I’ll have nothing to lose handing your ass over to Hellspawn.”
Her eyes narrowed at the mention of the MC down south she’d run riot through before landing here. “You wouldn’t.”
“Keep pushing and find out.”
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AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.
Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.
AK pays the bills writing a copious amount of copy, along with a column on SFF. She belongs to the Authors Guild, is an RWA chapter board member, volunteers for far too many committees, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.
2 comments:
Welcome, AK! You had me at sci-fi with spicy to erotic. Yum!
The Maw of Mayhem sounds awesome. Great excerpt. :)
Thank you! So glad you enjoyed it!
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