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Slater’s Claim (Wild Blood MC #3) by Amber Morgan (@AmberMothling)

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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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.”

And you can pick up the first two books in the Wild Blood MC series, TANNER’S WAR and WOLF’S HUNT, today too!

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Wolf’s Hunt by Amber Morgan (@AmberMothling)

 

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Thanks for having me today! I’m so excited to be bringing you all the second book in my Wild Blood MC series – Wolf’s Hunt. One of the best parts about this book for me was the New Orleans setting. It’s a place I’ve always wanted to visit, and I feel like I got to take a vicarious vacation through Wolf and Clea. Hopefully I’ve managed to do the city some justice! Maybe one day I’ll make it there myself…in the meantime, Wolf’s Hunt is the closet I’ll get…

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~Editor’s Pick~

He’s trying to make things right.

Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he’s got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There’s just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.

She’s trying to survive

Clea’s been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it’s getting harder to cope and there’s no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?

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Author Bio and Links

Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and an adorable cat.

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He didn’t wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell against him with a cry that ignited Wolf’s fiercest feelings. He didn’t just want to kiss her. He wanted her. Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.

He took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt, grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up, and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.

Their kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea laughed at him.

“Giving up already?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.

Wolf brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He’d never thought he’d get that look from her again. “Never again. Not when it comes to you.” He reinforced his words with another kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on the bed.

Once again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he’d given as she caught her breath. He didn’t plan to let her recover so soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she knew there was no turning back now.

“Tell me you want this,” he said. “I can’t walk out of here, do what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me.”

She licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she’d still do it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he thought she’d turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly and asked, “Which piece?”

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