A brand new series is coming this February from Changeling Press! Dixie Reapers MC will kick off February 2nd with Venom (available February 9th at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, and B&N). I've always had a thing for men in leather, so it's no surprise I decided to write an MC romance series. Growing up, my grandfather had an old Indian motorcycle and both my uncle and my dad had Harleys. I could barely walk the first time my dad put me on his bike. I can't wait to delve further into the awesome men in the Dixie Reapers and I hope you'll join me.
Now for a few warnings...I write hot contemporary romance, usually with young women and older men. Because this is an MC series, there may be some violence, but I'll try not to make things too graphic. Don't want to gross everyone out. My heroes tend to be possessive and all alpha male, and my heroines are spunky in their own way. I never end with a cliffhanger and I guarantee a happily-ever-after for each couple.
If you want to check out my previous series, Bad Boy Romance, you can find them on my site: harleywylde.com
☆☆☆COVER REVEAL☆☆☆
I might live in a mansion in South Florida, but my daddy was a biker, and I was definitely daddy’s girl. When I found out my mom and stepdad had something horrible planned for me, I ran. Straight to the Dixie Reapers, the only place I’d ever thought of as home, but it wasn’t my daddy’s arms I ended up in. Venom is dark and seductive, the type of man who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Despite his hard exterior, being with him makes me feel safe, and his kisses make me ache for so much more. I’ve never been with a man before, but even as inexperienced as I am, I know that being with Venom will ruin me for anyone else, and I don’t care. I want him – all of him – and damn the consequences.
I hadn’t risen to the rank of VP of the Dixie Reapers MC without getting my hands dirty. I’d been deep in blood and dirty money for over twenty years, could have any pussy I wanted whenever I wanted and how the fuck ever I wanted. But when an angel I hadn’t seen in fourteen years came back into my life, all it took was one look in her eyes and I was a goner. As a kid, Ridley had been this little blonde cherub that lit up the place. Now she’s older, has curves in all the right fucking places, and damn if I don’t want her. The fact she was the nineteen year old daughter of a patched member meant I needed to keep my hands to myself, and I might have, if she hadn’t begged me so sweetly. Now she’s mine and I’ll do anything to keep her safe, even if means starting a war.
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