Hey all, AK Nevermore here. This month I've got a bunch of Maw of Mayhem MC freebies for you to binge! I hope you enjoy the excerpt, Best Served Hot gets super steamy!
And if you end up wanting more, you can download a bunch of free goodies, including the prequel to the series, The Maw of Mayhem. Link's at the bottom of this post!
Sometimes the only way to dish out revenge is piping hot...
The events surrounding Satan’s Vengeance splitting from the Maw of Mayhem MC isn’t something any of the founders talk about. Neither are the circumstances surrounding Grim’s birth, or the implications of what Clay and Abigail’s hate-fueled encounter will bring into the world…
Excerpt:
His head snapped up at the crack of a branch, going for his gun, then abandoning it as a tawny spotted lynx pushed through the bracken.
Finally. His heart rate ticked up. Abigail’s cat form shimmered, then resolved into a nude, lithe woman straight out of Norwegian porno. He didn’t fucking like her, but his dick sure as hell stood up and took notice of those pert breasts and flat stomach.
Forbidden flesh. Well, it had been.
She met his gaze, then dropped hers to the bulge in his jeans, tongue teasing her pouty lips, long blonde hair swaying against her backside in the breeze.
Clay tore his eyes from her, running a hand over his jaw and wincing. She picked through the undergrowth between them to ghost her long, white fingers over the bruise darkening the right side of his face.
“You should have hit him back.”
Clay grunted, not disagreeing. Yesterday he would have said he deserved the ass-beating just for the number of times he’d fucked his fist while thinking about his best friend’s mate… but he’d never considered acting on it.
Not until Abigail had approached him, aglow with the witch king’s prophecy, and commanding him to do just that.
And Clay’d been stupid enough to tell Reaper exactly what he’d thought about it—and her. Offering to throw her a quick fuck on the off-chance they could make that prophecy reality.
A true shifter queen to restore their paranormal sect to its rightful place in the hierarchy.
The potential of that via of his dick punishing Abigail’s slick cunt was all Clay could fucking think about, his loyalty to Reaper be damned.
There was nothing left between them to be loyal to.
He reached out, his calloused hands digging into the impossibly smooth skin of her arms, pulling her close. His nose twitched as he skated it up the slim column of her throat, past Reaper’s mating bite to the hollow beneath her ear. Goddamn, the pheromones her cat was putting out, the phase of the moon…his cock thickened. Rest of the prophecy might be utter bullshit, but, “When did you go into heat?”
“Last night, after you left,” she said, smug. Her quicksilver eyes trapped his, the satisfaction in them a gut punch. “Reaper barbed me. Said he was done fighting destiny, but would damn well insure I’d carry a Cain to your Able. Unfortunately for him, I don’t believe there’s a female version to that parable.”
“Of course he did.” Didn’t matter if the sex was wrong, the message was clear; he was declaring a blood feud between them. A muscle in Clay’s jaw ticked. Pissed at Reaper for falling for Abigail’s shit, at the fucking witch king for kicking off this clusterfuck, and at himself for not being able to walk away from his petty revenge.
Her arms threaded behind his neck, tightening the noose. “My alpha command…you could’ve resisted it. You’re more alpha than Reaper is.” Her hands slid over his shoulders, a finger tracing the patches on his cut. “But this is always what you’ve wanted, isn’t it?”
Clay’s teeth grit together. “I never wanted any of this, Abigail. Not for Reaper, not for my club, and I sure as fuck could do without playing the villain in all this.”
She laughed, the sound silvery and soiled. “Yet here we are…none of us able to escape destiny.” The unadorned fatalism in her voice made him pause, shit was a mirror image to Reaper’s fanaticism. “If it’s any consolation, I doubt history will view me in a particularly favorable light, either…but it’s not about us.”
He snorted. No. It was all about her and the fucking witch king’s predictions. Clay wasn’t sure if he actually believed the prophecy that nut job had rattled off to Abigail like it was a take-out order, but fuck if Clay wasn’t a big enough piece of shit to use it as an excuse to screw her.
Reaper had certainly thought it was just the latter, along with a heavy dose of heresy. Clay wasn’t sure which of the two had set the zealot off more.
Christ, a Cain to his Able—
“Stop thinking.” Her lips met his, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him to her. His stubble scraped against her flesh and she gasped, melting against him, skin pebbling beneath his touch. The taste of her overwhelmed rational thought, female musk and that shit boxed wine she drank, stoking his need until all that was left was wanton lust ...
You can get your copy here: Best Served Hot
Want more? Download the prequel, The Maw of Mayhem for free here: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/7mhr8w0xtd
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:
The Maw of Mayhem sounds so good, AK!
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Ah! Glad you enjoyed the excerpt!
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