Showing posts with label Vicious Vipers Series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vicious Vipers Series. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2020

Twisted Devil (Vicious Vipers, #4) by Lynn Burke

Title: Twisted Devil
Series: Vicious Vipers #4
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2020
Cover Design: Designs by L~
Hacking is my specialty, extortion my means of keeping the Vicious Vipers MC in the money. I’m a devil who thrives on forcing sinners to atone for their corrupt ways since the one who damaged my soul escaped punishment.
When a battered, too-young woman shows up at our club searching for sanctuary, finding a way through her walls becomes my obsession. She ties my stomach in knots—and I know she’ll be the key to unraveling them.
My plan to possess her abides by the law, but my thirst for her torments my restraint. I’ll risk it all to show her she has worth, to claim her as my property.
She believes she’s tainted. Stained.
I’ll move heaven and hell to make her see we can be beautifully broken—together.
*This is the fourth book in the Vicious Vipers MC series and may be unsuitable for someone under 18 years of age. HEA guaranteed, however, secondary characters make appearances in other’s stories. Reading in order is recommended.
“So far it’s shaping up to be way more than we can handle on our own,” I told Vigil, Ryker, and the other officers standing with me, the cold brew in my hand almost as distracting as Dasia standing on the other side of the lawn. “Too big an operation, too many crooked fingers in the pot.”
“Figured it would be,” Ricky muttered with his usual downer tone while the others stayed quiet.
“I’m going to keep digging,” I continued, fighting to keep my focus on Vigil rather than the gorgeous red-head across the lawn. “Pile up a shitload of evidence the FBI can’t seem to find on their own. It’s out there. I just got to find it all, make sure not a single fucker in the sex slave trade here in New England escapes unnoticed.”
“We’re definitely out of this one,” he said. ‘We’ve got too many old ladies and children around here that need protecting.”
Ryker grumbled something under his breath, catching Vigil’s glare as though he’d heard the words I hadn’t.
“I know it’s personal for you, having taken Dasia in,” Vigil told him, “but this time, we’re gonna have to let the law take it into their own hands.”
“I’d like to go after that Ivan fucker,” Ryker said, glancing toward where I could feel Dasia’s stare.
“Right there with ya,” I agreed and swigged my beer.
Ryker glanced at me. “She’s in my house,” he snipped. “My care. Under my protection. Might as well be my own fucking kid. If she wasn’t going to be eighteen in a couple of weeks, Pia would probably have us adopting her ass. She doesn’t need or want any sexual advances from a twisted fuck like you. Keep your goddamn paws off.”
“Yeah, I heard you the first time.”
We stared at one another while I swigged again, and tension rose from the brothers with us.
“The fuck is going on?” Vigil asked.
“Daddy-o here, thinks I’m going to talk Dasia into a little kink. Tie her up and fuck her ass raw.”
Ryker’s glare turned murderous, his shoulders hitching higher, but I knew he wouldn’t come after me with all the brothers around.
“See, thing is,” I grinned without taking my focus off his flushed face, “the girl makes me hard as fuck—but she’s only seventeen and off limits. While I’m fond as fuck of breaking the law when it comes to computers and extortion—” I flatlined my lips “—I’m not a dick. The last thing I want to do is hurt a young woman who’s been hurt enough already.”
A muscle in Ryker’s jaw twitched his beard.
“She might not want or need a fuck buddy right now, but I am going to be her friend if she’ll let me, Ryker,” I told him, dead fucking serious. “And if months down the road she decides she wants to be more, I’m sure as fuck going to give her whatever her little heart desires. She seems the type worth waiting for, and I’m not going to let you or any other Vipers stand in my way of getting my name tattooed over her heart if I can talk her sweet ass into letting me in.”
Our stare down lasted for a few more seconds before I clinked my bottle against his and sauntered off, having said my piece, stating my intentions, all but letting the boys know I wanted her—and planned to keep her, given the chance.
© Lynn Burke 2020
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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Sunday, March 29, 2020

Callous Criminal (Vicious Vipers, #3) by Lynn Burke

Title: Callous Criminal
Series: Vicious Vipers #3
Author: Lynn Burke
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2020
Cover Design: Designs by L~
I’m a cold hearted criminal, and I’ve lived a callous life as the Sergeant at Arms of the Vicious Vipers MC. I spent most of my childhood as a victim, and because of the junkie who raised me, I hate to be touched.


But her...
The social worker my fingers itch to reach for—she’s wholesome. Kind. Too good for a man like me, and yet, I can’t curb my weakness to be near her.
When one of her teenage clients needs protection from the same type of man who hurt my sister, I know I’ll be revealing my true self, my darker side, to help the girl.
For her.
I’ll lose the only person I’ve found who values my feelings above her own—the woman whose sweet nature is a force to be reckoned with.
I know I should walk away, but how do I leave the heart I didn't know I still had behind?
*This is the third book in the Vicious Vipers MC series and may be unsuitable for someone under 18 years of age. HEA guaranteed, however, secondary characters make appearances in other’s stories. Reading in order is recommended.

The sun hit my face along with hot, humid air stinking of exhaust, and I turned toward my bike.
Head down, focused on a cell, a woman hurried toward me, and I scuttled sideways to escape her fast clip.
Not fucking fast enough.
She slammed into my side and grasped hold of my bare forearm, a squeak of surprise ripping from her mouth as her cell clattered to the sidewalk.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” She lessened her grip on my arm, and I clenched my teeth as my stomach knotted fast as fuck.
I hated to be touched.
Not wanting to be a complete asshole, I didn’t shake off her hold but waited for her to steady herself in her sandals. Her soft touch burned my skin. Sent a shot of need to lash out with my fists along with an energetic zap to my dick I hadn’t felt in years.
I pulled away the second I could and bent to retrieve her cell while she righted her purse and the sweater she had draped over one arm.
Standing, I handed her the phone she’d dropped.
Straight blonde hair brushed her shoulders, her blue-green eyes and pale lashes unframed or painted by makeup. Pink flushed her cheeks, and she pressed her lips together, drawing my focus to the sparkling gloss coating them while reaching for her cell.
I made sure to keep our fingers from touching. “Not a problem,” I stated with a gruffness I hadn’t meant to do while noting the flush across her chest and the hint of cleavage peeking at the top of her plain, buttoned up blouse.
She smiled up at me, a plain-Jane yet classically beautiful woman who smelled like fresh, juicy watermelon.
My mouth watered, and I stepped back out of her way. With a dip of my head, I moved around her, intent on my bike—and escaping the weird vibe breaking me out into a sweat atop the bright as fuck sun.
It is the heat, I told myself while fighting the need to look over my shoulder. See if her back was as pretty as her front, even if she hadn’t dressed to showcase the curves I’d caught a glimpse of.
The bike roared to life between my thighs, and I glanced toward Dunks while pulling on my helmet. She’d gone inside, escaping the heat, but I couldn’t see her past the glare of the sun on the shop’s windows.
Lips set in a line, I put on my shades and pulled out, already sweating through my t-shirt. 
© Lynn Burke 2020
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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