Series: Salvation's Bane MC #6
Publication date: March 19th, 2021
Synopsis:
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 I 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 woman. They love as hard as they fight. As always, you can expect a HEA with No Cheating.
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Excerpt
"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, leadups 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 become 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."
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.
