(Iron Tzars MC)

  Contemporary Romance, Suspense, Motorcycle Club, Age Gap

  Date Published: June 9, 2023

  Blossom — My life is about as complicated as it can get. To fulfill his

    political aspirations, my stepfather has decided to sell me to a man who can

    take him to the governor’s seat. He’s always been abusive,

    demanding I be perfect in public, silent in private, and obey him in all

    things. After we moved to Evansville, Indiana, I spent months trying to find

    the perfect protector, looking for the biggest, bravest, meanest man I could

    find. Then I meet Walker from the motorcycle club, Iron Tzars. He’s

    everything I need, everything I want, and nothing I can handle. But

    he’s the one. And I’m determined for him to make me his.

  Walker — I’m emotionally unavailable, a mean bastard on the best of

    days. Serving my country as a Dog Handler for the Army, finding explosives

    meant to kill my fellow soldiers and innocent people, left me with emotional

    scars I never thought I’d get over. I lost my fiancée, my

    partner, and my ability to empathize with anything. Hell, I even refused to

    name the dog that took up with me and refused to leave, simply calling her

    Dog. Then this lost little waif worms her way into a compound full of

    hardasses who never allow outsiders. Of all the men in this club, the little

    fool sets her sights on me. Time to set her straight. Only, I might have

    gone too far. If Blossom doesn’t survive this, it’s on me. And I

    might have accidentally fallen for her.

  WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human

    trafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers.

    Features a grumpy hero and a feisty heroine. Eventual happy ending and NO

    cheating, as always.

  EXCERPT

  Copyright ©2023 Marteeka Karland

  Walker

  Downing the shot of Jack I’d just poured for myself, I did my best to

    ignore the feminine laughter coming from the other side of the clubhouse

    common room. Blossom Evergreen was a fucking trial to the most patient of

    men and a pain in my fucking ass. She was always there. Always right in my

    line of sight or upwind of me so I had to smell that clean, fresh scent that

    always clung to her. Reminded me of spring flowers or some fucking

    shit.

  A crash followed by a startled yelp had me pouring another drink. The woman

    was also the biggest klutz known to man.

  “Sorry!” The lyrical sound of Blossom’s voice shot

    through me and went straight to my cock. Even knowing she’d likely

    plowed over some club girl.

  “Watch where you’re goin’, bitch!”

  “I’m so sorry, Star! I’ll clean it up.”

  “Damned straight you will!”

  “Cut it out, Star!” Another club girl came to Blossom’s

    aid. I knew better than to look. If I did, I’d be obliged to step in,

    and if I did, every fucking club girl East of the Mississippi would be all

    the fuck over me. Any hint of interest in a woman by any of the brothers

    brought them in droves. They were very territorial of the unattached men in

    the club.

  “It’s all right, Didi. I was at fault. I’ll clean it

    up.” Blossom’s voice was subdued now. Almost subservient.

  “You cut it out too, Blossom! She plowed around the corner right into

    you! This ain’t your fault.”

  “If she hadn’t been making a nuisance of herself, tripping all

    over herself and everyone else to try and get close to Walker for two

    fuckin’ months, the club’d be a better fuckin’

    place!”

  “You don’t like it here, say the word, Star.” Atlas, the

    sergeant at arms for the club, said. “I’ll be happy to take you

    out.” He didn’t even stop as he passed. Just laid down his edict

    and kept going. There was no doubt he’d follow through. And the

    follow-through meant the woman wouldn’t be leaving. No one left Iron

    Tzars. Member, old lady, prospect, or club whore. They all knew it and

    respected it. Which was good. Last thing I wanted to do was to have to come

    to Blossom’s defense and encourage the girl further. Because Star was

    right. Blossom was making a nuisance of herself.

  “Don’t listen to her,” Didi encouraged. “Come with

    me. I’ll take you to the old ladies.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want anyone giving

    you grief, Didi.”

  Didi laughed. And no. Her laugh didn’t affect me the way fucking

    Blossom’s did. And who named their kid Blossom Evergreen anyway? The

    woman was a walking menace, and for some stupid reason my dick had zeroed in

    on her and was growing increasingly demanding.

  “Don’t worry about her. She’ll fall in line just like

    everyone else. The patched members run a tight ship. You don’t get in

    here unless you know the score.”

  Except, I didn’t think Blossom did know the score. She wasn’t a

    club girl, or an old lady. She was the friend of all the old ladies. Which

    made her someone we protected since it would upset the women if something

    happened to their friend. It also made it difficult for everyone to figure

    out exactly what her position in our midst was. No one knew quite what to do

    with her.

  I knew what I wanted to do with her. It involved spanking her ass, then

    fucking it. Neither of which was the best idea, or one I welcomed. I hated

    being around people, and Blossom Evergreen wasn’t the type of woman to

    have a casual hook-up. She hadn’t made a move on any of the brothers.

    Hadn’t made a move on me, though it was painfully obvious she wanted

    to. Given the fact any woman I fucked had to be able to hold her own,

    including taking what she needed instead of pussyfooting around, Blossom was

    definitely not a woman I wanted to get mixed up with.

  Didi looped her arm through Blossom’s and walked her over to three of

    the women in the club who’d been claimed by members of Iron Tzars.

    “Stay away from Star,” Didi said as they approached the table.

    “She won’t do anything while you’re near the guys, but

    she’ll chew you up and spit you out if she catches you by

    yourself.”

  “Who will chew her up?” Winter raised an eyebrow while her

    sister, Serelda, leaned forward, her attention on the club girl.

  “Star. Most of the club whores, really.” Didi smiled, but gave

    the old ladies a solemn look. “She staying with anyone?”

  Iris shook her head. “No. But she’s with us. You tell the girls

    she’s off-limits.” The president’s woman was growing into

    her role. She didn’t often give orders, but when she did, she expected

    them to be obeyed. I had to admire her for that. All of them, really. They

    never backed down from anyone. Not anymore. Bellarose hadn’t been with

    Atlas that long, but given she was the daughter of Alexi Petrov, no one was

    worried she’d have problems holding her own. Alexi being a one-third

    owner of Argent Tech and the acknowledged leader of the Shadow Demons. No.

    Bellarose would probably think club girls beneath her. If she chose to put

    one in her place, she’d do it hard. Winter and Serelda were especially

    aggressive. I didn’t know their stories, but I could tell by the scars

    on each woman they hadn’t had it easy. They also didn’t bow down

    to anyone, especially a club whore.

  Didi grinned. “Happy to. I happen to think the world of Blossom, and

    she’s too sweet to tell them where to get off.”

  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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