Iron Tzars MC, Book 8
MC Club Romance
Date Published: September 8, 2023
Publisher: Changeling Press
Odette — My life has gone down the toilet. I accidentally got myself
involved with a married man and had an… accident. Don’t get me
wrong, I didn’t love the cheating bastard, but I hate that I got
played. Naturally I did what any self-respecting eighteen year old would do.
I went to a karaoke bar and got wasted. Not my finest moment. So, when I
land in the arms of a man I’ve fantasized over for the past two years,
I’m not even surprised. My luck is just that bad.
Cyrus — The first time I met Odette she was only sixteen and already more
trouble than I knew what to do with. She’d been about to make a
mistake with a prospect from her brother’s club when I intervened. The
next time I see her, two years later, she’s singing like an angel,
drunk off her ass. I have to get her out of that bar. Taking her home with
me to our club doctor feels like the right thing to do. Deciding she’s
mine to care for and protect might make me a possessive bastard, but I
don’t like the word no so I’m not giving her the chance to
WARNING: Graphic violence and adult situations that may be triggers for
some readers. Features a protective hero and a determined heroine. Eventual
happy ending and NO cheating, as always.
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2023 Marteeka Karland
Odette Muse was trouble with a capital T-R-O-U-B-L-E. She was also the much
younger half-sister of a man I knew when we were in the Air Force together.
Last I heard, he still lived in Palm Beach, Florida, and rode with a club
called Salvation’s Bane. I’d met Odette there where she was
trying to sneak into the compound with a prospect she was way too good for.
At sixteen she’d been a free spirit. In love with life and all the
pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. That had only been two years ago, but
it was a memory that was clear as fucking crystal. I’d stopped her
from fucking that prospect by dragging her back to her brother, but I had no
doubt she’d found someone else. Hopefully a man more worthy of her
beauty and passion. As well as closer to her own fucking age. Though now, at
eighteen, I suppose it didn’t matter as much.
I clenched my fists as I made my way toward the stage like I was in a
trance. Emotions were elusive for me. Things better left in a sealed box
inside my mind. Not today. Rage like nothing I’d ever experienced
poured through me like molten lava. Hot and viscous. It clung to my insides
and seared me from the inside out as I watched other men watching her.
Touching her when she danced near them as she sang fucking karaoke. I
wasn’t good with emotions. Mine or anyone else’s. So this punch
to the gut was as unwelcome as it was unexpected.
Odette was better than this. She should sing her own songs. Be in a famous
band. Anything other than being the main entertainment at fucking karaoke
night in a backwoods bar. I was torn between jerking her off the stage and
taking her out back to spank her delectable ass, or killing any motherfucker
who touched her. Maybe I’d do both.
I’d just reached the stage when the song ended. She stood there with
a huge smile on her face, holding a microphone while she waved at the
cheering crowd. Odette jumped straight up, throwing her arms in the air in
joy, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world. What the fuck
was she doing here? And why wouldn’t Blade give us a heads-up if he
knew his sister was coming this way?
She stumbled sideways and nearly fell on her ass. Thank God I was there to
catch her or she’d have broken her fool neck falling from the stage.
Like she hadn’t just fallen off the stage right into a strange
man’s arms, Odette laughed and threw her arms around my neck. I could
smell the alcohol on her the second she dropped into my arms but also her
own faint scent of honeysuckle. That scent had haunted me ever since the
first day I met Odette.
The little nymph buried her face in my neck and inhaled. “Ain’t
smelled a man like you since I tried to nail me a biker.” God, that
sultry voice! The woman had me hard as a fucking rock with just her fucking
voice. And her scent. And the softness of her skin. The crowd roared and the
people next to us pawed at her. She seemed oblivious as she nuzzled her face
against my skin. “So delicious…”
“Snap out of it, Odette!” I growled at her. No clue if she
heard me or not, but I doubted she did. Even if it wasn’t so loud I
couldn’t hear myself think in there, especially once another song
started up and the next singer belted out her song as loud as Odette had, I
was pretty sure Odette was completely wasted. Anything I said or did until
she sobered up would be a waste of time and breath.
About the Author
Erotic 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.
Author’s Instagram and Twitter: @MarteekaKarland
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