Stryker by Marteeka Karland 💕 Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Motorcycle Club Romance)

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Glitter: Yes, that’s my real name. Born stripper name, I know. I’ve been on my own since I was 14. When I tried to get a job with Salvations Bane MC at their strip club, Salvation’s Angels, their security saw right through my fake ID. Lucky for me, the club sent me to Beach Fit, their fitness club, until I turned 18. Now I work at Angels, and the crowd here loves me. Stryker’s still looking out for me. For some reason he thinks I’m a magnet for trouble. Now that I’ve got his full attention, I know what I want, and I’m going to prove him right.

Stryker: We try our best to keep things at the club legit. Last thing we need is an underage dancer attracting too much attention. OK, so she’s legal now, has been for nearly two years, but that girl’s everything this old man doesn’t need — and can’t afford. But there’s another club encroaching on our territory, setting up a BDSM club on the other side of town, as a front to run drugs. Now I’ve got word there’s even more going on at The Dark than drugs. I was right. And who do I find right in the middle of it but Glitter. Only, she’s not involved with the thugs at The Dark. She’s their prisoner — a sub who has no idea what it means to be a sub, but she thinks she wants to learn.

Challenge issued? Challenge ’effin accepted.

WARNING: This book contains scenes of an intense physical relationship between an older man and a younger woman, as well as extreme, graphic violence. These men aren’t angels and neither are the women. They love as hard as they fight. As always, you can expect a HEA with No Cheating.

“Need a favor tonight.”

“You name it, and it’s yours!”

Oh, that sweet, gullible face… Stryker almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Almost. He was just bastard enough to not give a damn how much he was pressing his luck with her. She was a big girl. If she wanted to say no, she would.

“I need a dance.”

She grinned. “That’s easy.”

“A lap dance. Upstairs.”

Glitter tilted her head as if confused, then her eyes widened and she grinned. “You have a special friend? You know I’ll make it worth his time. Come on!” She took his hand and headed for the stairs. As they moved, she looked around her, raising her voice to be heard over the music and cheers of patrons as the girls lost their clothing. “Where is he?”

“Just keep moving.” Stryker urged her forward, taking the lead as they trotted up the stairs. He couldn’t help but watch her. Her tits were small, but they still moved lusciously as she skipped up one step after another. It was all Stryker could do not to groan in frustration. This was either going to be a serious mistake, or the best decision he’d ever made in his life.

He led her to a back corner, as far away from everyone as he could. It was an area most people never made it to because it was at the opposite end of the entrance and most of the guys brought up here didn’t want to wait long enough to walk that far. Stryker knew it would be worth it.

Each cubby had its own sofa or love seat. Some of the cubbies were larger and had more room for the woman to dance, though most of the time, lead ups weren’t needed. Everything was over in the space of one song unless the patron paid for another. Stryker wanted this to be different. Maybe not necessarily longer, but he wanted Glitter to lose herself in this.

“Wait here,” he instructed her. He moved the sofa out of the way. There was nothing soft about what Stryker wanted with Glitter. When she wrapped her body around him, there was going to be no give to anything. He returned with a steel folding chair, plopped it down, then sprawled out in it.

“I… don’t get it,” she said, looking adorably confused. “You want me to dance. For you?”

“I do. And I want your full attention.”

Glitter was silent for a long time, crossing her arms over her chest and glancing toward the camera. She looked hurt. “Are you testing me? Because I know the rules, Stryker. No dancing with the club members. No single dances on the floor. No lap dances anywhere.”

Ah. That made sense. She was worried he didn’t trust her. “Not testing you, honey. Just wanna see what you got.” He gave her what he hoped was a lascivious, challenging smile. “Only two times you came up here you brought in more money than ten dancers.”

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” She cocked her slender hip out, resting a hand there. “Look. I choose not to come up here very often. It’s too…” She waved her hand around. “I don’t know. Intimate? Just a man and a woman. Grinding. Gyrating.” She suddenly got a wicked gleam in her eye and grinned at him. “Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you’ve been wanting?”

The little witch knew him well. Not surprising. She seemed to know all the men’s quirks and how best to soothe them when they became riled for whatever reason. Why Stryker thought he would be any different, he didn’t know.

“I suppose it is,” he said, spreading out his arms. “Impress me. I’ll pay well for the dance. Or dances.”

Lucrecia: All I have in the world is my sister Mae. We were adrift, on our own until a guy from Black Reign, one of Lake Worth’s most infamous MCs, spotted us and took us in. Rycks isn’t cruel, but he’s hard on us. We have to earn our keep, but then everyone does. Me? I dance for the club. I get a secret thrill from it -- until Mae is kidnapped by enemies of Black Reign, and Rycks sends me to Palm Beach -- straight into the hands of Salvation’s Bane.

Vicious: It all started with some MFer stole my f-n pizza and two cans of beer. I went looking for the SOB. What I found was a raven-haired spitfire too sexy for my own good. Her sister’s in trouble, and wouldn’t you know it that bastard El Diablo’s at the very center of yet more trouble. It’s his club Mae’s been taken from. His club Lucy was sent away from. Now, we have to get Mae back. Because I might be falling for the little dancer in my care. Not that I’ll ever admit it. We’ll have to call out all the stops for this. Bones. Shadow Demons. Hell, even Black Reign. If we’re going to rescue Mae, nothing is out of bounds. But busting her out of some rich banker’s estate will be a piece of cake. No worries.

Yeah. Right…

Fleur: Never in a million years would I have expected a woman I considered a friend to betray me in the worst possible way. Yet it happened. Drugged and in the back room of a BDSM club, I was about to be used in a brutal way. Until he exploded to my rescue.

Beast: I’m Salvation’s Bane's enforcer. My job is to protect. So when I notice something amiss in the BDSM club Bane owns, I’m there to shut that shit down. What I find is a woman who ignites passions inside me better left alone. What will she think when she finds out the lengths I’ll go to protect what’s mine? I come by my name honest. When it comes to protecting my club, or my woman, I’m the most ferocious beast you could ever imagine.

Mariana -- If it weren’t for bad luck… Yeah. That’s me. I found myself stranded on the side of the road after my boyfriend threw me out. My mother, bless her heart, thinks I’m dragging her to the pits of hell because I got myself knocked up.

All of which I could deal with. What nearly put me in a panic was the big, muscle-bound, tattooed biker who pulled up behind me, ordering me to “pop the hood.” I was scared, but, God, the man was smoking hot! Had I not been hot, tired, and pregnant, I might have gotten on my knees and begged him to take me. Instead, I kept that part of myself tightly under control. Sort of.

Thorn -- Ana isn’t like anyone I’ve ever come across. If there’s a woman in this world who needs pampering, it’s her. She’s half starved, on the verge of heat stroke, and I steamrolled my way into her life.

But I wasn’t prepared for the call I got from the hospital or the sight of her broken body. I’m all about vengeance, and someone is going to pay for this. Dearly. And my little Ana is going to have to learn to take on a man like me. Because somewhere around the very first time I saw her, I might have gone and fallen in love with her.

WARNING (Spoiler Alert): Traumatic pregnancy loss and explicit violence which could be triggers for some readers. As always, you can expect a HEA with no cheating.

Spring -- The father of my child is pressing for custody. Which is how I ended up dancing at Salvation’s Angels, a strip club owned by the notorious Salvation’s Bane MC. I have to earn enough to pay my attorney, then I’m out of here. I have enough on my plate without having to deal with the sexy-as-sin vice president of Salvation’s Bane. But Havoc, the bastard, wants me to stay. He’s found another way for me to make enough money to pay my bills, but I’m not sure he’s got my best interests in mind.

Havoc -- It’s a pisser of a bad day. My son would have been sixteen today, had he lived. On my way to drown my sorrows I came across Spring, swishing her little ass on stage at our strip club. She’s not naked yet, but with that body and the way she moves, I don’t want other men seeing what she’s got to offer. There’s a loophole in every contract. Three songs. With me. After that? Well, I just hope my indecent proposal doesn’t push her away. At least, not until I’m ready for her to go. One problem. Now I’m addicted to her and the feisty son she’s raising. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. And make them both mine.

WARNING: Explicit violence which could be triggers some readers. Explicit sex as well as spanking and some voyeurism. As always, you can expect a HEA with no cheating.

Alizay -- My life is complicated enough without the big biker mercenary I’m tasked with helping to rehabilitate. He’s not a fan of physical therapy and I’m not a fan of the way I react to his body. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for the man called Blood. He’s crass, stubborn, and so sexy it actually hurts. If I’m going to resist him I’ve got to be strong. I’m just not sure any woman is strong enough to ignore him when he decides he doesn’t want to be ignored.

Blood -- I’m the one who cleans up the messes made by others. Then she comes along and suddenly I’m the mess. She thinks she’s leaving when she’s done with me, but I’ve got other plans for little Alizay. She’s going to be mine whether she wants to or not. Her past may stand in our way, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up.

With Christmas on the way and me dragging out my recovery in order to get some quality time with my sexy therapist, my club and my team decide to bring Christmas to me. Bones, Salvation’s Bane, and the Shadow Demons. All under one roof. What could possibly go wrong?

WARNING: Explicit violence which could be a trigger for some readers. Explicit sex that might offend some readers. As always, you can expect a HEA with no cheating.

Romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self-conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.