Title: Sin
Series: Satan's Sinners MC #3
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Dark & Dirty MC Romance
Release Date: June 30, 2020
Blurb
His reputation is feared.
Before he was Sin, he was Padraig, and Padraig?
Makes Sin look innocent, and that makes me want him, and all
his darkness, more than ever.
But then, I'm a spoiled brat—until I can't be that anymore.
Until my kingdom crashes down around me, and I become a nobody.
But to Sin? I could never be nothing.
Our love was founded on secrets,
on hushed rendez-vous, and forbidden
nights, and Sin?
He’s ready to bring us out into the light.
Through blood shed, fallen tears, and lives lost, Sin will
do whatever it takes to claim me, and me?
All the way. Into the light,
and out of the dark, it's just a
shame that fate doesn't always want the same thing for us as we do.
Find out if we can be together in SIN, book three of the
Satan's Sinners' MC series.
This book contains scenes that may trigger sensitive
readers.
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Excerpt
It was the smirk that
did it. I hated smirkers.
I really fucking hated
them.
My best
friend’s brother was a smirker, and he
seemed to think he could pull it off, but Luke couldn’t. In fact, Luke Lancaster couldn’t pull off a
holiday sweater, never mind a smirk, but that was just my opinion. Far as I
could tell, the prick had more female attention than even this guy.
And his
smirk? It suited him.
At the
Satan’s Sinners’ clubhouse in West Orange, New
Jersey, I’d admit to feeling like a fish out
of water. Some of the girls from the country club had pretty much dared me to
come, and because I was a moron, I’d let them work
their wiles on me.
I wasn’t even mad at them, more at myself. Peer pressure—who’d have thought I was still vulnerable to it after school?
See, this
was why I liked Lily. Hell, no. Why I loved her. She was like the sister I
should have had. She got me and I got her. But she was on a tight leash—her dad
was as big of a prick as her brother—and that was why I’d decided to spend my Friday night in this dump, because she was stuck
hosting some stupid meal for her dick dad.
Well, okay,
dump was a strong word. The place was quite nice actually. Surprisingly so. And
the view? Sweet Lord in heaven, yeah, the view was more than worth it, even if
I didn’t know what I was sitting in—something
disgustingly sticky—tucked on a sofa beside a biker who looked like he was
preparing to get sucked off by a woman wearing very few items of clothing.
Entertaining, maybe,
but mostly awkward.
I mean, I’d watch. I’d be nuts not to, wouldn’t I? I had to watch. This entire thing felt as much like a social
experiment as part of the psychotherapy major I’d tossed down the drain. There were so many women with daddy issues
here, and so many men with god complexes that, six months ago, it would have
been my idea of a wet dream.
I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or disgusted. I’d already seen some chick popping pool balls out of her ass.
Yup, you
read that right.
I hadn’t even known you could get two balls up there, but she’d proven me wrong. Proven a couple of bikers wrong too—they’d taken bets on how many the poor bitch could shove up the brown eye.
They’d evidently never learned anything about anatomy.
That she
could get a couple up there was a miracle—if you loosened your definition of
what a miracle was—but eight? Did they think her rectum was Mary Poppins’ carpet bag?
Still, that
had been a humorous interlude, if a little disgusting, and I’d made a mental note to A, never play pool here.
B, use
Lysol on my entire body when I got home.
C, destroy this entire
outfit because there was way too much DNA on it.
Entertaining
though it was, the reason my friends had come here was to get laid by biker
dick.
Apparently
being treated like a piece of ass was on their to-do list. Well, it wasn’t on mine.
I had no
such issues. Dad might not be a saint, but he was cool. Cool enough to support
me as I tried to figure out what the fuck I was doing with my life after I’d ‘messed’ things up at
school, at any rate. And I didn’t need to get back
at him by being gangbanged by a bunch of bikers who wouldn’t understand the word ‘respect’ if Aretha Franklin screamed it at them.
Of course,
all those thought processes went down before I saw him.
He had his
hand down some woman’s pants, and his smirk set fire to
my body in a way that made my eyelashes aroused.
My
fingernails tingled too.
Everything
about him screamed sex and sin. But even worse than that? He screamed a promise
fulfilled.
He would
give you sex and sin, but you’d love every
fucking minute of it.
To be continued
in Sin, the 3rd book in the Satan Sinners MC Series by Serena Akeroyd.
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Author Bio
Born in England,
Serena Akeroyd is a true romance bookaholic. As a reader she will not touch a
book unless she knows it has a happy ending, which makes her write the endings
that your heart craves! This addiction,
made her want to craft stories to suit her voracious need for steamy, sexy
romance. She loves to write stories with plots twists, alpha sexy men, dark humor,
and hot AF love scenes. Some are darker than others as she has a taste for the
weird and the unexpected.
She writes MF, Menage and
Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance) in both contemporary and
paranormal. But she has recently decided to concentrate more on contemporary MF
stories, mainly with the Satan Sinners MC Series and The Filthy Feckers Series.
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