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The Masters M.C.#1- Property Of

 

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Blurb:
A Riches to Doo Rags Story
Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks is the right place to be.

 

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The Masters M.C. #1-Property Of

Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt…and with the Masters M.C.

Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.

Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.

Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C.
A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the
sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley,
into a world she could never imagine.

Running from a past she didn’t want, one she didn’t dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.

When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.

WITNESS…
The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.

FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.

LEARN…
Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF

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EXCERPT-CHAPTER MIDNIGHT RIDER

I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed through the branches—taking in the beauty of

the dawn. Dew spattered my legs, and then I fell flat on my face in the slick grass.

Gravel and sticks cut up into my knees and I laid there wonderin’—if a girl falls in the

woods and no one’s around to hear, does she still make a sound?

As I answered my own question by hollering at the world—“Fuck my life! I can’t

believe I got into this mess!”—I felt the vibrations on the asphalt. I looked up and saw it

comin’. The lights and the rumble of the pipes came closer. So much for bein’

alone—now I’m mortified, and there’s a witness.

“Fuck me and my miserable life!” I prayed he was a ghost.

It didn’t take long for that vibration to be replaced with a screeching sound as the

bike came to a quick stop. Dirt and dust blew up in a cloud around us.

“Holy shit—are you alright?”

The rugged guy climbed off the motorcycle—he had a frantic sound to his deep

voice. I could tell he was tryin’ to figure me like I’d been figurin’ him.

“I’m fine!” I didn’t intend to come off as sharply as I did—but I was just this side of a

nervous breakdown and ready to climb over soon. One look at me and a blind man

would know I may’ve been a lot of things, but fine was not one of ‘em.

“Then you must be fuckin’ crazy! What in Hell would possess you to be walkin’

around in the dark and fog?”

I watched his black eyes lookin’ me over. He had to notice the bruises coverin’ me.

Some were already yellow, others an ugly purple—they were everywhere. How could he

miss ‘em?

I was too wiped out to engage this man in any sorta conversation and turned on my

heels and started walkin’ into the mist of the morning. Better to put some distance

between me and yet another person I’d have to run from. This one didn’t look like he’d

be easy to get away from either.

My skin was wet with sweat and dew—my hair matted and hangin’ heavy down my

back like a noose. Maybe he’d think I was an apparition and leave it be.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me!”

Or maybe not.

“I coulda killed you, ya know?”

I didn’t even turn to look, but his words had a strange kinda nonchalance I’d never

heard before.

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first man to say that to me, and you surely won’t be the

last.” My own composure was unsettling—like I was speakin’ the God’s honest truth,

without question.

I felt his ebony eyes through my back. I wanted to turn around, but didn’t even

glance over my shoulder. I kept walkin’, hoping to disappear into the fog, before he

noticed my poise was nothin’ but a façade.

“I can see that. You’re covered in bruises—some of ‘em ain’t new.”

So maybe the man could see—or maybe he was blind. Why else would he still be

talking at my back while I walked away?

“And I didn’t try to kill you—I coulda. It was you who tried to kill us. What the fuck?

Why were you layin’ on the side of the road?”

I was only tryin’ to get away—he just happened into my path.

“You’re obviously still alive so…unless you were trying your best road-kill

impression…”

He trailed off and hadn’t moved from his spot, but for some reason, my achin’ feet

had stopped me flat.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk?” I spun around to face him. “Usually, when a

lady walks away from a man, he’ll do one of two things.” My façade was close to

crumblin’ so I tried to make it quick.

He leaned against the bike, laughin’ at me. “Oh, and what two things do men do?

Maybe I’ve been doin’ it all wrong.”

I was so tired ya could’ve knocked me over with a feather, but I still caught his tone

right between the eyes. Maybe that’s where the invisible target is painted.

“You either come after her, to bring her back where she belongs, or ya shine it on

and leave her be—in peace.” I started walking again.

“Since we don’t know each other, I’m hopin’ you’re inclined to do the latter.”

“Well, ya homicidal priss—you might be interested to know there is another option

here.”

Now he had me curious. Ain’t that always the one that bites ya in the ass?

“Do tell, oh wise mirage of North Bumfuck. What is the other way?” I heard him

movin’ around, but the fog was still thick enough I couldn’t see.

“Shoes—I’ve got ‘em, you need‘em. I see the way you’re limpin’. How far do you

expect to get with bare feet? This road’ll be scalding soon. I don’t think you’ll get very

far.”

He had to go and offer shoes—my weakness and right now an absolute must-have.

“So, are you a shoe salesman or somethin’? Or do you just look for homicidal

women and offer them footwear?” I found myself wandering slowly back in his direction.

If he’d had food, I wouldn’t turn so fast, but my sore feet were another thing entirely.

“Do you want ‘em or not?”

I could see as I neared, he held a dusty pair of boots in his hand. They weren’t

perfect, but perfectly alright by me.

Once I was close enough to see—I noticed the rugged beauty of him and the boots.

“So, as I said, there’s another way. You get them…to come to you.”

I woulda felt tricked, if he didn’t have something so damned important.

“By the way, I’m Colt. You gonna let me help you out or what?”

His eyes darted across my skin—checkin’ every mark like Santa checkin’ off a

damn list. I couldn’t even try to lie and say I didn’t need his help. I needed it now more

than I’d needed anything in a long time.

“What kinda help are you offerin’? Don’t you think coverin’ my feet is help enough?

Or are you an altar boy in disguise…maybe Saint Colt of the Dusty Boots?”

“I’m no altar boy—and I sure as hell ain’t no saint—just a man who sees a chick in

need of help—nothin’ more.”

There was that calm again—just standing there on the side of the road—no

pretense, no bullshit. I hadn’t come across one of them before. Maybe it was the

Yankee accent or somethin’.

“Well, in case you’re Prince Charming, I don’t fit into those slippers, and I left my

ball gown in a heap years ago.”

“Do I look royal or charming to you?” He folded his big tattooed arms across his

chest and smirked.

His look did have appeal—depending on how you like your princes.

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About the Author

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I live the BDSM lifestyle, as a submissive, and have for many years, so when I write it comes from knowledge of the subject matter. I have also been involved, in some way, with bikers, and motorcycle clubs since I was a teenager. What I write doesn’t come from research; it comes from living the lifestyles and writing what I know.

I write beautifully flawed characters who ultimately find, perfection is not a prerequisite. Our flaws are what make us unique and some flaws complement each other better than others.

I love BDSM (Male dominant/female submissive.) There’s something that just feels so right about a man wearing the pants (especially when he wears them well and fills them nicely.) I am interested in the psychological aspects of relationships in general and especially when there is a power-exchange dynamic.

My world would stopping revolving if not for heavy rock music (and the wonderfully talented people who make it.) Music and it’s makers will definitely be strongly visible in my work. I listen, I remember…I listen, I’m inspired…to write…to love…to fuck…to live.

I hope I will weave these things together in ways people will enjoy and connect with.

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Angel to Butterfly #1-Golden Doll-
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Not Even Death #1-Eternally Your Master- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZ9E5R0

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Not Even Death #3-Always Your Master
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