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Friday, June 7, 2019

Wings of Diablo MC by Rae B. Lake 💕 Guest Pot, Series Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (MC Romantic Suspense)








Wire-
I am the pain manager at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. What’s that mean? It means that if my brothers need information they call on me to get it out of you. You should see the art I can create with a blow torch or a serrated blade or my favorite, barbed wire. I have been known to have a cold fearless heart. To stand in the middle of a gun fight without a care in the world, tear flesh from bodies and not even blink when my mark would scream and cry. Nothing reached me, I was numb to the world. Chaos was my meditation. That was until I met Keeley. Now one small piece of false information, one wrong victim and one war later she is completely under my skin.

Keeley-
He just showed up in my backyard pointing a gun in my face and bleeding profusely. If I would have known at that precise moment my world would turn on its head I would have never let him in. I left my home to get away from the violence and the wars yet here I am back in a world I don’t want to be in. I would run but no one excites me like Dillon does, no one protects me like Dillon does, and no one makes me scream in pleasure like him either. As hard as his life is and even with my own life in danger there is no where I would rather be than in his arms, I am his.
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Archer-
I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a fire arm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010. I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.

Daria-
My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Club house I try to stay as far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party. There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he does. Even with secrets all around him I have no choice but to submit to him.
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When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I supposed the first time I really considered myself an author or writer was the first time I considered myself a story teller or better yet a master liar. I am a great liar, I mean the level I can get to on a lie is amazing. I try not to lie, but its not because I am not good at it or because I get caught. It really is more of a moral thing. I know it is wrong and I have always thought of myself as someone who would chose the right thing even when the wrong thing is so much easier.
Most of my stories start off like the beginnings of a true story then I lie myself into a whole novel. At first I almost felt bad at how easy and quickly the stories just popped into my head but then I figured if my brain was wired to create these stories why don’t I do something with the gift I was given, even if no one likes it. I mean you know the old saying, sharing is caring!

What is something unique/quirky about you?
Well I am just a quirky individual, I am usually the one who always sees the good to everything, no matter how messed up a situation is. I will say one of my most unique qualities when it comes to books is the fact that I can read up to 1000 words per minute and my all time high is reading 8 full novels in a day. Of course I did nothing else but read, eat and go to the bathroom. I swear if someone paid me to read novels I would be a rich chic!

What do you do to unwind and relax?
I love nature, LOVE LOVE LOVE IT! I like to just go outside and sit in the wind, listen to the air as it passes by my ears. Watch the little animals run about their merry way. I would love to live in the country or wilderness somewhere where I would have to chop my own logs for fire. One of the main reason mountain man romances appeal to me so much :-)!






from Archer

I reached behind the bar and picked up the first bottle that I could grab, a bottle of Jack Daniels that was 3 quarters of the way full. This would have to do. I looked around one more time to the women and my brothers all having a grand time. They were laughing, random women were being felt up on, drinks were being spilled. I was so fucking tired of everyone laughing, don’t they know how screwed up life was at this moment? I guess it paid to be ignorant.
I shook off my thoughts as best as I could and made my way up to my room. I opened the door and Cherry was already lying on my bed, her purse in my chair, the content's half spilled out, her shoes off and strewn across the floor.
Messy bitch.
I hate slobs, shit should go where it belongs not just where it can be thrown. I walked toward her and looked her over. I picked up her hands and analyzed them, her nails were real. This would work.
“Oh, I am so ready for you.” Cherry purred as she stood and made her way over to me. She used her fingers to trail a line over my biceps. Her touch did nothing to cut through the numb. I took my Kutte off and hung it up on the hook on the door. Where it belonged. She followed me, fondling my ass and lifting my shirt to reach my abs.
I keep myself in pristine shape. Thanks to my time in the military, I have the body of a machine and enjoy the upkeep. I never really cared that I was a prize to look at by the women, I kept in shape so that I could beat the shit out of anyone who decided that they wanted to test me. I was a marksman but I guarantee there wasn’t anyone who wanted to meet toe to toe with me in a hand to hand dispute.
She stood on her tippy toes trying to get to my mouth, leaving soft kisses on my neck and caressing my body. This shit was pissing me off, I already told her I am not with the gentle shit today. I grabbed her by her hair and yanked hard enough to catch her off guard.
“Cherry, I am going to tell you one more time. If you are not ready to play rough, you don’t need to be fucking with me tonight.”
“No, I am read…”
“Don’t fucking interrupt me!” I growled out causing her to jump. I was on the edge. “This shit isn't for me to feel good, and I am not doing it for you either. I need to release, it’s not going to be pretty with massages and shit.”
She nodded her head once as best she could while I was still holding her hair in my hand.
“I want your complete submission, so if you are staying know that you are mine to do with as I wish, for as long as I wish. Are you game?”
I could see the mischief bubbling up in her eyes, she thought that she could break me. I could have laughed if I wasn’t so ready to get this started already. She nodded once again.
“Good,” I released her hair and grabbed her tightly by the back of her neck, hard enough for her to tense a bit. “You will scream, you will cum, you will think that you can’t take anymore but I will be the one to end this. If you say stop at any time, you are to get off my dick and get the fuck out of my room, no talking, no turning around, no touching, nothing, ever again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I get it.” She tried to reach up with her hands and grab my head. I slapped her hands away. I yanked on the thick strap on her shoulder that was keeping her little leather outfit on. The force left a small red mark.
“Take this shit off.”
She stripped in seconds, not making a show out of it.
“Play with your tits.”
She rubbed them.
“Harder!” I was already out of my clothes, all that was left was my boxer briefs. Every muscle in my body was tense. I could feel my dick getting heavier, harder and thicker.
I walked back over towards her, she wasn’t squeezing them hard enough. Not hard enough for me. I wanted to see the blood color her skin. I used my hand to grab fistfuls of her flesh, letting my rough skin scrape against her softness. I used my forefinger and my thumb to squeeze her nipple hard enough to make her hiss and try to back away. I switched between grabbing her whole breast to focusing on just her nipple. Just as she got used to this sensation. I used my other hand to rub on her clit, the
new sensation caused her to moan out. I squeezed her nipple hard. I wanted her to know that pain could be pleasure and that was what she was going to get today. I felt her body tighten up, I knew she was ready to cum.
“Mmm, oh yes. Archer keep going.” She rolled her head back ready for the fall. I took that as my chance to introduce a new feeling. Right as her breath caught in her throat to signal the beginnings of her climax I lowered my head to the fleshy part of her breast and I bit her. Hard. She screamed out, half in pain, half in pleasure. I rubbed her pussy faster wanting to draw it out. She tried to push me away, her body's instinct to get away from all the sensations.
“Archer, my fucking god!” her body bucked violently, and I held her tightly, using more strength than I probably needed.
I knew the second that she was on the tail end of her climax, time for more. I grabbed her hair again creating a makeshift ponytail. “On your knees.”
“Wait, let me catch…”
“Get on your fucking knees now!” I squeezed her hair tighter, she dropped to her knees. A slight smile on her face. I felt like it was my duty to wipe that shit off her lips, I wanted her to be nothing more than a quivering cumming pile of a woman.


  


Rae is a daydreamer, nurse, bookworm, nature enthusiast, wife, momma, animal activist and an optimist. She has lived her entire life in NYC and loves to travel with her family. She believes that sweets should have a larger piece of the nutritional pyramid and that Buffy the Vampire Slayer was one of the best TV shows ever invented. When she is not working as a nurse in her community, she can either be found reading, writing, or taking a walk while listening to music. She has been writing books in her mind for as long as she can remember but decided that maybe there were others out in the world that would find joy in the words she would put down on the page.


   

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