WICKED REVENGE by Zoey Derrick **Blog Tour**

Wicked Revenge

by Zoey Derrick

Genre: MC Romance

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He was my protector when the world failed me. He hid me away to keep me safe. Protected me from those who would destroy me after they destroyed my family. He wasn’t innocent, he was going to be the president of the Wicked Angels MC. I knew he had secrets, we all do. But then, he was gone. And I was alone.

Six years after his death, I see the world with new eyes, but those eyes still want revenge on those who took my safe haven, my family, away from me.

I find myself with two choices. Let it go and move on, or what I'm going to do - get revenge.

Knowing what I have to do, what I need to do, Logan ‘Loki’ Williams stands in my way, loyal to the man who protected me all my life.

I have loved him since I was three. He was my brother’s best friend.

But right now, he isn’t my priority. I’m so close to getting my revenge. He may figure out my secrets, but I can’t escape him. I won’t give up my plans for him. No matter how much he worships my body and calls to my heart. I will get my wicked revenge. Even if it kills me.

“Get on,” he says over the engine.

I shake my head.

“Get the fuck on,” he growls.

“Good night, Loki,” I smirk before turning toward my house.

I hear the bike roar down to neutral. I speed up, but I don’t get far before Loki wraps his arms around me from behind. “Run from me again, sugar tits, and I’ll make you regret it,” he growls in my ear. “Your daughter is in there and I want to fuck your goddamn cunt dry, so you have two choices.”

I should kick and scream at him, fight him, but I can’t. My body is alive with the promise of more things Loki and I’m having a hard time responding any other way.

“We can do this here, with your daughter in the next room, or you can get over your self-absorbed ass and get the fuck on my bike, where you fucking belong,” he growls in my ear and I melt further. His claim of my belonging on his bike has my heart doing flutters in my chest. My stomach roars with butterflies and I give in to my body’s desire for the man who’s acting like a caveman.

“Yours,” I tell him with a whisper and he releases me. He turns toward his bike and I follow behind him. He kicks over; holding the bike steady and I step up, flinging my leg over and wrapping my arms around him. I press my cheek to his back. His heartbeat hammers in my ear. Unlike with Rack, I let my hands roam lower and my fingers tickle his hard cock through his jeans.

He growls through his teeth, the vibration tickling my ear. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

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Best Selling Erotic, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance author Zoey Derrick comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.

Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true.
 Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.

The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.

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EXISTENTIAL by Max Henry **PROMO**

Existential

Series: Fallen Aces MC #4

by  Max Henry

Genre: MC Romance Suspense

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How much suffering can a man withstand before he finally breaks? A question I used to ask myself often. Now I know the answer. 

As president of the Fallen Aces MC Fort Worth chapter, I’m looked to for guidance in times of crisis. I’m expected to set personal grievances aside and lead by example. Yet how can I do that when those grievances robbed me of my family, my life? My reason to be at the head of the table? 

My father: murdered. My baby sister: killed the same day. And my other sister? A mystery. I’m drowning in my desolation and yet nobody seems to care. Or maybe it’s the fact I won’t let them close enough to help? Either way, my losses are my own, and I’ll deal with them the only way I know how—by punishing myself. 

I’ve got it all figured out, at least, I thought I did. Until one woman, a traveller passing by, unravels the master plan. I see it in her eyes, the same distance, the same feeling that she doesn’t belong—that her time here is wasted. 

One woman who mirrors me in every way, and suddenly I find a reason to hold off the reaper a little longer. A reason to stay at the head of the table. A reason to show those who’ve hurt me that, although they brought the beast to its knees, I won’t lay down to die without a fight. 

Existential is book number four in the Fallen Aces MC series, but can be read as a standalone.

“The author has written an amazing story with so many twists and turns, suspense, and mystery that it keeps you intrigued and on the edge of your seat.” - My Timeout Book Blog

“It is packed with action, suspense and romance. The writing style is smooth and flows nicely between each POV.” - United Indie Book Blog

“Another gripping addition to this series. Be prepared for and intense ride. A definite recommend.” - Reader Review

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He reaches out and threads his fingers under mine, bringing our joined hands between us on the floor. “Do you think it’s weak if a man admits his fears?”

I frown, squeezing his hand tight. “No.” Why would he even think that? “I think it’s honorable. It takes so much bravery to admit you have faults.”

“You think?”

“I know.” After all, aren’t I the authority on keeping faults a secret?

He sniffs, staring at the toes of his boots where they rest against the base of the washer. “Since everything went to shit last year, I get … I guess the only way to describe it is angry at myself.”

“What for? Do you blame yourself for what happened?”

His head drops back again, and he closes his eyes as his thumb traces a path on the back of my hand. “Yeah, but I know I shouldn’t. Still, knowin’ what I’m thinkin’ is wrong doesn’t make it go away. I still blame myself for everything, still hate myself for it.”

“That’s natural, though. You went through something traumatic, from what you’ve said of it, so you’ve got strong reactions that need a place to rest.”

“I went on a bender after they died,” he explains, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. “Drank, binged on coke, picked fights with my friends, and it wasn’t until I couldn’t remember what it was like to be straight that I finally realized why I did it.”

“Distraction?”

“To die.” 

A lump lodges in my throat as I take him in. At face value he’s strength and dominance. He’s a huge guy, intimidating to those who don’t know him, with his black clothing, leather, and piercings. He puts out an image of power, over others, and himself. But underneath it all he hides this.

“Don’t,” I utter. “Don’t say that again.”

“Why?” He rolls his head to look me in the eye. “It’s the truth, Dagne. I don’t want to do this anymore. Every day is hard. I wake up wishin’ it was time to go to sleep again, dreadin’ the day before it’s even happened.” His face moves through frustration and anger, glimpses of pain and despair between. “You have any idea what it’s like to just want to curl up in a ball and pretend the world doesn’t exist?”

“Yeah, I do,” I say. “I also know what it’s like to want to die. To know you’re too gutless to do it yourself, so you wish for something that’ll do it for you, like an illness, an accident, or a masochistic fucking father who hates the fact you breathe the same air as him.” Hooch’s eyes go wide, and I realize in that moment tears streak my cheeks. But fuck it—he needs to hear it. “I also know what it’s like to be hurt so bad that you finally believe that day has come, and in that second your foolishness and selfish thoughts come back to haunt you. What it’s like to realize when you’re faced with your own mortality that you don’t want to die … you just wish you were someone else, living another life.”

“Dagne—”

“Ah.” I lift my finger to stop him. “Nope. I’m not finished, mister.”

A small smile plays at the corner of his lips, and he reaches out to wipe my tears. “Carry on.”

“What you have to face is that you have the power to be somebody else. Fuck what your head tells you, Hooch. Your mind is a goddamn liar. It feeds off your fear, shows you your flaws while hiding your strengths. If you’re not happy,” I say, jabbing him in the chest, “change it. Do something about it. But don’t quit.”

“I’ve tried.” He captures my hand, focusing on the flesh of my palm as he traces the lines with his finger. “I really have, but my battery’s run dry, girl.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “It hasn’t. You just haven’t found what charges it yet.”

Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centered around a group of ex-street kids who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. And her new series, the Fallen Aces MC, is a spin-off from this dark and dangerous world. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'. Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.

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RAZING GRACE: PART 2 by Amo Jones **RELEASE BLITZ**

Razing Grace: Part 2

by Amo Jones

Genre: Romance

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Can something that burns so rapidly calm the whispering chaos of your cries? Or is this all just an illusion. The perfect hypnosis. Like the humming of a sweet melody to your frantic brain. 

Drip. 

Blood trickled over the curve of Millie’s collarbone.

Drip. 

Slithering over her shoulder. 

Drip. 

Sliding off and into the mass puddle of death surrounding her. 

The last petal has fallen, a queen is born, and the disarray of her world is about to shatter under her very throne. 

Raze

“She knows too much…”

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Amo's debut series was the Sinful Souls MC series, and if you asked her which of her books you should start with, she would say The Devil's Own Series (even though you can read any of her books as standalone's).

She's a full-time writer from New Zealand who loves long romantic walks to the wine cellar.

When she's not creating magic, you can usually find her relaxing in front of the television watching the latest episode of Supernatural or Vikings. (This will be updated as she finds new television shows with hot actors.)

She's the proud mother of four little critters who are the reason she breathes, but also the reason she drinks.

She loves to write like how she lives, hanging on the edge of insanity with a wine glass in one hand and her morals-or lack thereof- in the other. 

Those are not my monkeys, I swear....
Oh those hellhounds? Yeah, those are mine.

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