BOOK BLITZ & GIVEAWAY: Stryker (Salvations Bane MC)by Marteeka Karland
(Salvation’s Bane MC, #6)
Publication date: March 19th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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.
Glitter was strung up by her wrists, a ball gag in her mouth. She was thrashing about, trying to scream above the music that was still blaring despite the disruption of activity throughout the club. The little pixie was a thorn in his side and his dick. Even before the sexual encounter earlier, he’d always admired Glitter. She was a sexy, sensual creature on stage. A feisty little punk off it. Now, she looked both pissed and afraid. He found he much preferred the former to the latter.
“What the fuck?” Tobias saw her, too.
“I know.” Stryker stalked toward her and the soon-to-be-dead Dom who appeared to have claimed her, if the bright red collar around her neck was any indication. The Dom in question stepped between Stryker and Glitter as he and Tobias approached.
“She’s mine,” the man said. A hulking brute, he looked like he could readily break the much smaller woman in half.
“What is it with every motherfucking guy in this place?” Tobias muttered. “Bulk with no muscle. Bitch, I will beat you down with one hand.”
This guy was bolder than the others. He stuck out his chest, bringing his whip to the ready. Stryker could tell he knew how to wield a whip just by the way he held it. Which told him Glitter was in way over her head. Having watched her for several months in the club she preferred, he knew she was in no way ready for something that hard core. He ignored the hulking beast in front of him.
“You good, Glitter?”
Immediately, she glanced at her tormentor. Just that little bit of hesitation when she knew Stryker would get her out of there without question. Thankfully, she shook her head several times, “no.” Stryker immediately went to her, pulling the ball gag from her mouth.
“Get me down,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. The big man with her growled, but stepped back, allowing Stryker free access to Glitter. Good thing, because Stryker was ready and more than willing to kill. Glitter wasn’t his woman, but she worked for him at his fucking club. Well, the club his MC owned. He was in charge of the security. Which made Glitter his to protect.
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.
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