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Sons of Odin MC #1
Violetta Rand
Releasing December 8th, 2015
Loveswept
If you love the motorcycle romances of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, don’t miss Violetta Rand’s irresistible novel about a sexy-as-sin biker who tempts a good girl to go bad.
Lang Anderson may be the new leader of the Sons of Odin motorcycle club, but his personal life is in shreds. He’s struggling to take care of his three young sisters in the wake of tragedy, while rumors of drug dealing within his ranks jeopardize everything he’s built.
The last thing he needs is another distraction—like a bar brawl over a woman—but Lang is a sucker for a damsel in distress. And this one gets him roaring like a finely tuned engine.
The last thing he needs is another distraction—like a bar brawl over a woman—but Lang is a sucker for a damsel in distress. And this one gets him roaring like a finely tuned engine.
High school guidance counselor Lily Gallo is no fender bunny. So why can’t she get Lang off her mind? Lily’s head says the rugged, rough-and-tumble biker who came to her aid is bad news. Her
body begs to differ. But when Lang’s troubled kid sister walks into her office, Lily’s determined to help, even if it puts her in the crossfire of a gang war.
On a crash course with danger and desire, Lily partners up with Lang to fight for his family—and for love.
body begs to differ. But when Lang’s troubled kid sister walks into her office, Lily’s determined to help, even if it puts her in the crossfire of a gang war.
On a crash course with danger and desire, Lily partners up with Lang to fight for his family—and for love.
Unlike
his Brothers who preferred the classic Softails or full dressers,
Lang rode the sinister Night Rod Special. He chose bikes like he did
women—favoring off-the-line explosive handling. Just as he mounted
his bike, two news vans screeched into the parking lot, effectively
blocking his exit route.
Sandy
Fuentes, an investigative reporter the club was well acquainted with,
jumped out of the first vehicle, straightened her ass-hugging
miniskirt, and snatched a microphone from her cameraman. She scooted
across the asphalt, nearly slipping on the gravel in her heels as she
stopped in front of him.
“Lang
Anderson,” she said, throwing him her best fuck-me pout. “Corpus
Christi wants to know . . .” Her tagline. “With your president on
a fast track for lethal injection, what’s next for the Sons of
Odin?”
She
was easy on the eyes, and Lang couldn’t blame her for trying to get
an exclusive. Depending on her mood, which shifted with the wind and
on whether he’d fucked her right the night before, she might
provide her fans with an accurate report. Regardless, he liked her
aggressive personality and the way she rode him like a racehorse.
Lang
crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against his bike. “Nice to
see you too, Sandy.”
She
grimaced, always affected by the way he spoke her name. It disarmed
her every time. “No sweet-talking your way out of this one, Lang.”
He
grinned. “You mean the way you sweet-talked your way into my bed
last night?”
His
Brothers catcalled and laughed.
Sandy’s
face flushed and she spun around, signaling her crewman to kill the
camera. “What the hell, Lang? Thought we agreed to keep our
association a secret.”
A
secret? Her bright yellow Corvette parked overnight in the club lot
spoke for itself. He didn’t fuck and tell, she did. “Turn your
camera on, Sandy, I’ll give you a statement.”
“Really?”
Her hand slipped to her hip. “Why?”
Lang
edged closer, leaned in so only she could hear him. “Because you
give the best blowjobs.”
The
slap stung his face, but he didn’t care. A little pain reminded him
of the kind of life he chose to live. “Clubhouse, eleven tonight.”
She
inhaled, her pretty face a mixture of emotions. Lang didn’t trust
her at all. But she warmed his bed, and he never had to ask twice.
Gaze sweeping her hourglass figure a last time, he turned to go.
“Wait,”
she said.
Lang
didn’t bother looking at her.
“I’m
getting tired of our arrangement. I want more.”
So
did Lang. More for himself, but most of all, more for Maya, Leigh,
and Trisha, his little sisters. The only ones who inspired him to
hold back, to contemplate his future, to keep from diving headfirst
into a life of violence that could easily swallow you whole. And as
for women—he’d never found one worthy of commitment. And if he
did, she wouldn’t deserve the life of being a biker’s old lady.
Property.
“There’s
nothing more to give, Sandy.” He turned, then pounded his chest
with his fist. “My family and Brothers are the only things I care
about.”
“Is
that a quote?” she asked, doing a shitty job of masking her hurt
feelings.
“Don’t
take it personally,” he advised. “Take it for what it is.”
People
considered him many things, all the clichés: dark and dangerous,
violent and crude, barbaric even. But never a liar. And with women,
he told it like it was. Mutual pleasure, nothing more. And if he
really liked someone, she could stay the night in his bed. But when
the sun came up, don’t let the door hit you . . . Better not to tie
himself down, living the life he did.
He
felt the weight of her stare on his back as he climbed on his bike.
The Harley roared to life underneath him, louder than a small
aircraft. That thunder between his legs always made him smile. He
raised his hand, gesturing for his Brothers to follow in formation,
arranged by rank. He merged with traffic on North Shoreline
Boulevard, wondering what the future held for the Sons of Odin.
An environmental scientist by day, Violetta Rand has been in love with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. Rand enjoys outdoor activities, music, reading, and losing herself in the world she brings to life in the pages of her stories. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband.
