Thank you for having me today! I'm so excited to share
SLATER'S CLAIM with everyone! This is book three in my Wild Blood MC series,
and it really marks a change for the boys of Wild Blood as I up the stakes,
expand the world, and throw a whole lot of trouble at everyone!
But the most important part of the book is, of course, the
love story! Slater and Freya have a rocky road to happiness, but don't worry -
I make sure they get there! Of course, it wouldn't be much fun if there wasn't
some drama on the route...
She won't be tied down.
Freya
can't afford commitment. She's deep in debt to a dangerous man and she refuses
to drag anyone else into her mess. But Nathan Slater is forcing his way into
her life and her problems—and Freya has to admit, she kinda likes it.
He won't be told no.
Slater
is used to being in control. Freya Markham is testing his limits. But Freya's
problems could destroy her, and Slater just can't let that happen. He's going
to fix things, whether she likes it or not.
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exhibition
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Excerpt
This is good, she told herself,
searching desperately for a silver lining. The more money Sammy took, the
quicker she paid off her debt. She wished her first private customer had paid
up. Bitterness stole through her as she headed back into the club. He'd been
hot as hell, unexpectedly so, with that messed-up dark hair and smooth voice.
Watching him get off to her dancing had been a powerful aphrodisiac that she
hadn't found with any of the other guys she'd performed for tonight.
But then the asshole had stiffed
her, and because he'd said he was with security, she'd been too afraid to ask
Benedict about the missing money. For all she knew, he could be one of Sammy's
guys.
She hobbled wearily across the
empty dance floor. It was nearly three in the morning, and all the waitresses
and other dancers were gone. A couple of cleaners mopped the floor and
collected glasses. With the stage lights off and the stark house lights up, the
club looked tawdry and soulless, and that was how Freya suddenly felt as well.
All the eroticism and triumph had fled her, gone along with the money she'd
earned.
She wished Sefina had stuck
around. It would have been nice to share a ride home with her and commiserate –
although she doubted Sefina was giving up most of her earnings to Sammy.
One of the bouncers, a Jamaican
guy with long dreadlocks, was outside smoking when she left. She nodded at him
in greeting, hugging herself. The pre-dawn air was crisp and cool, pleasant
enough now when she was still so warm from dancing all night, but she knew
she'd be shivering before long.
“You got a ride?” the bouncer
asked her.
She shrugged. “I was going to walk.”
He eyed her outfit. She was back
in jeans and a t-shirt, but still in heels, because she'd stupidly thought she
was too used to walking in heels for it to bother her. A lesson learned:
walking in heel was one thing, dancing in them was another entirely.
“Call a cab,” he said. “I'll wait
with you.”
She thought of the slim stack of
notes in her purse, then thought of the forty-minute walk back to her apartment
and decided a cab was a better plan. While she called a local firm, she looked
the bouncer over more carefully, noting the leather vest he wore under his
hoodie. There was a simple patch at the bottom, black with white letter. Prospect.
“You're in an MC?” she asked when
she hung up.
“Yes ma'am,” he said.
“You and the other guys that were
here when I auditioned?”
He nodded, taking another drag on
his cigarette that made the cherry-red tip glow hot in the darkness.
“So you know the guy, the
brown-haired guy? Tall, big...arms?”
He gave her a knowing grin.
“Slater? Yeah, I know Slater.”
She mulled on that. Being in a MC
didn't mean Slater had no connections to Sammy. She didn't pretend to be an
expert, but whenever she saw anything about MCs in the news, it was invariably
bad. Turf wars, drugs, gun-running... The knot in her stomach twisted a little
tighter.
“You want me to pass a message to
him?” the bouncer asked, a teasing note in his voice.
Freya frowned, scanning the empty
road for her cab. “No,” she said firmly. “Absolutely not.”
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