Knights of Sin by Erin Trejo 💕 Series Tour & Gift Card Giveaway 💕(Motorcycle Romance)

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MICAH:
Ten years ago I fucked up. I pushed the one thing I loved the most away. I watched her run as far as she could. I ruined the love we had. I threw myself into the Marine's thinking I could get her out of my system. That didn't work.
When I came back I got the worst news ever. Or so I thought. Now I'm forced to keep a promise I made and find the one girl that stole my heart.

AUBRIE: We had a love that was stronger than it should have been. He threw it away though. After a series of unfortunate events, I was settled and stable.
Happy? Not quiet but when Micah shows up and rocks my world to the core I'm forced back into my old life. A life I ran from. Now being back in the one place I used to call home, I don't know where I belong.

Once she steps inside, I know I need to go and talk to her. This was the last thing Benny asked of me... and I sure as fuck won’t let him down. He was the one solid thing in my life. I can’t let him down, not even now.
I stride toward the door, my heart pounding inside of me. I feel like I’m about to have my first kiss.
I don’t know why I’m so goddamn nervous, but I feel like a ball of fucking energy right now. Aubrie had always done strange things to me but ten years later... and I still feel it. That has to mean I have some kind of sanity issues, right? How can someone affect your whole being after so long?
I raise my hand and knock. I swear to God the neighbors could probably hear my heart beating. It’s wild in my chest.
When Aubrie opens the door with a smile, I watch it slowly fade when she realizes it’s me.
I can see her swallow hard.
“Micah.”

Bullet: I fought my way through life. Family was an important part of that. I kept myself away from them not wanting to see the disgust of my father. My club was all the family I needed. When I was taken and forced into a living hell, the one thing that kept me going was the unknown girl next to me. Getting her out alive was my priority. After I do, I have to make the toughest decision of my life.

Trinity: I was never wanted. My father used me to his advantage. I was taken for his debts. I thought I would die. I wanted to. That faceless man that kept me going was all I looked forward to. Until he was gone. When he finds me again, I have to learn to love. Can he be the one to show me how?

I stare out the window when Bash says, “You gonna tell me why we are sittin’ in this goddamn diner catchin’ stares like we’re about to blow this shit up?” Glancing over at him, I shake my head before looking back out the window.
“It’s free food. Shut the fuck up and eat.” I grumble. I hear the fork clinking on his plate. I knew he wouldn’t turn down free food.
My eyes stay on the building across the street. Watching and waiting. It’s a sad reality that I have to face now.
I can’t go to her but that need to know that she is truly ok is ripping me apart.
So, I watch. From a distance, I watch the building a friend told me she’d be at.
“You know we look like some fuckin’ stalkers, right?” He says. Pulling my eyes back to meet his, I shake my head again.
“Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes? I paid that bitch nicely to let me sit here and look like a fuckin’ stalker.” Bash shrugs, going back to his food. He wouldn’t understand this shit.

Dax: I was a fighter. I was good at it. When I met Laura I thought I was having a round of hot sex like usual. When I saw her for who she truly was, I wanted more. A lot more. She had her own problems but I wasn't ready to let go just yet. I'll fight for what I want even if she does push me away.

Laura: I have a past that won't go away. Literally. Hector hasn't gotten the message that I don't want him. A night with Dax turns into more. I didn't plan on it. Every single time I turned around, he was there and I found myself liking it. But Hector remains a problem. A problem that quickly gets out of hand.

I went back out on stage and sang a few more songs, and got a few more pussies wet before calling it a night.
I hopped off the stage and grabbed a bottle of Jack before coming to sit next to Aubrie, Micah, and Kane.
Now I’m sitting here enjoying the goddamn view.
“I can’t believe you brought me a stripper, Aub’s. I should kiss the fuck outta you,” I tell her. She drags her mouth away from Micah’s to glare at me.
“She is not a fucking stripper, Dax!” So, she says, but when she glances over and sees that woman shaking her ass on the table in front of us in half of what she wore here, she changes her tune.
“Dax! What the hell did you do?” Aubrie snaps at me. I open my mouth, my jaw damn near hitting the floor.
“I’ve been sittin’ here with you!” Raising my hand in her direction, Aubrie looks pissed. Hell, this is the one time I didn’t do it!
“Get her off there, Dax!” Screaming at me, I don’t know what to say.
“Jesus Christ, woman! You act like I was the one throwin’ dollars at her!” Aubrie is not amused with me at all.

Kane: Unhappily married. Yeah, that sums up my life. I messed up with that shit decision. I still have my sister though. When I attend her wedding, I run into an old friend. Ivy. When she admits that she had feelings for me, I take her home like any good man would do. I didn't expect all the complications that came with it though. She was used before me and I want to show her that I'm not the same as him. The problem is, I am.

Ivy: I fought cancer and won. I fought a useless husband and won. When I see Kane again, I lose. Badly. I always had a crush on him when we were kids. I never thought the feelings would still be there years later. One night with him and my world is thrown off balance. His club is his life and I know that. When my cancer comes back in full force, I do the one thing I can. I run. He will chase me. He told me he would. When the tables turn, will I do the same?

“Don’t take that the wrong way…. And don’t fuckin’ pull your hand away from me like that ever again.” I jerk her wrist back and put her hand back where I want it. Her eyes widen when I ask again, “Do I need to get a car or can you ride? It’s a simple question, darlin’.” Ivy licks her lips before glancing around. I reach up with my free hand and cup her cheek, making her look at me.
“Either way you look at it, I’m havin’ you in my bed tonight,” I growl before kissing those sexy lips. I’ve thought about those lips all goddamn day today. Her tongue darts into my mouth, softly stroking mine. A shudder races over my skin as I slide my hand behind her neck. I pull her mouth closer to mine, taking what I want from her. Her hand instinctively tightens around my dick. Her little lips capture every goddamn groan that comes out of me.
“I can ride,” she mumbles before kissing me back with enthusiasm this time. Her hand starts to stroke me harder. I might just fucking cum on the spot if she doesn’t stop. I pull her hand away when I feel like I’m about to explode.
“You damn well better be ready for me when we get there.” I lift her in my arms and slap her ass roughly for good measure. Her lips come back to mine as I walk us toward my bike. Her hips grind against me and hell, if I don’t get harder by the second.

Sebastian
Blood. Death. Darkness. Those are things I know. Fucking. Drinking. Walking away. I was good at that. I messed up one night when I slept with the President’s niece. We were both drunk and out of control. Now she’s pregnant with my kid. I can’t be a father. I don’t want to be. At least not at first. After a hit goes wrong, I change my mind.

Shannon
I was taken. I was beaten. I was raped. My uncle’s club saved me. It also destroyed me. Meeting Bash was the worst thing that could have happened. He was a mistake and we both knew it. The more I tried to stay away from him, the more he sought me out. My attraction to him became something more. Now where do we go?

Stop this now, Sebastian. Stop now while you still can. You’re leading her straight into hell again.
That voice in the back of my head tells me to stop. It tells me to do the right thing and leave her alone.
My body isn’t saying the same thing, though. I guess that motherfucker missed the memo. Her nails dig into my back, even through my shirt. The way she raises her hips to get closer to me, I almost fucking blow in my jeans.
I pull away from that sexy mouth of hers and yank my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor before my mouth is back to covering hers. The taste of her is so fucking erotic. Shannon reaches between us, working the buckle of my jeans before I pull away again. I sit up and let her do what she wants. The lust dancing in those dark eyes rips me apart.
Once she has my jeans undone, I quickly slide them off. Shannon has her own off before I ever get close to her. I look at her naked pussy lying in front of me. So fucking beautiful, and yet I can’t keep it. So, why the fuck are you doing this Bash? That voice asks me. I don’t have a fucking answer aside from I’m a greedy bastard.
I reach for her belt that lies on the floor near her head. I wrap it around her wrists then around the leg of her shelf, securing her in place. Her eyes are wide but she licks her lips. Fuck, those lips. I move down and push her shirt up over her tits. I lean my head in and suck her nipple into my mouth, teasing it through the lacey fabric of her bra. Shannon moans and arches her back with every flick of my tongue.

Link: I was a virgin. Yeah, the laugh of the club. It didn't bother me though. I saw the way my parent's and I didn't want to be like that. I love this club. I'd do anything for them. When I met Jordyn, that loyalty was tested. The things that happened between us quickly defined us. I've held out hope that love was out there for me.

Jordyn: I ran from one bad situation to another. When the club I fell into sent me to another to get information, I thought it would be easy. I didn't think I'd fall for the man I was supposed to be spying on. Not wanting to hurt him, I ran. He found me. Now I have to face the music and the man I've fallen for.

Jesus Christ, my heart’s in my throat. My lips are so close to hers, touching them, caressing them. She feels too damn perfect against me. Why she thinks everything is pain—I will never understand. I get the logistics of it but fuck! I don’t want to hurt her. I brush my lips over hers once more but I let my hand linger on her cheek. I won’t move it. I won’t let her push that part of herself away. She deserves to feel. She doesn’t deserve to hide behind a fake pain that isn’t really there. She’s too young, and beautiful for that.
“Link, please,” she cries. I can taste her salty tears as they run down her face.
“I want you, Jordyn. I want to show you that the first time was nothin’ compared to now. I want to make you feel good,” I whisper against her. God, how do I control myself? This shit is new to me, too. My dick fucking aches in these sweatpants. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t know that she even wants me to fucking be inside of her again—but the overwhelming need for her is too much for me to handle.
“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to not feel pain, Link,” she cries.
“Do you want me, Jordyn? Do you want this?” I have to know. I have to know her answer before I get too far gone.
“Yes... but I’m scared,” she admits to me. God, this is harder than I thought it would be. I want her so fucking badly—I can taste her on the tip of my tongue.
“You take the lead. You show me what to do. You show me where I can try to touch you, Jordyn.” Her eyes fly open and see beams up at me. I kiss her softly once more before she nods.
“I’d never hurt you on purpose, darlin’.” She nods her head as if she already knows that.

I am a wife, mother, child chauffeur and author. I love being able to create different characters and spin a web that makes them come together in the end. My books do not stick to just one genre, they span many.

I write about things that are real life situations and fairy tales are not always smooth sailing. My MC books are hard and gritty and they have struggles just like you would in life.

I also have books that are not so in your face. There are several that are good love stories that are fraught with issues that the characters have to deal with.