They call me Killer. Killer Kellan. It's a name I earned in Afghanistan, before I ever set foot in a ring. I’ve been a screw-up my entire life, but joining the Marines was supposed to straighten me out. Instead, all it did was make me dangerous. Now that I was back home, I had nothing to offer an...
Dax asked, turning to his leather clad brother. “I think it’s a great idea,” Troy said, eyeing the girl standing in front of Prez, the new leader of the Desperados MC. She had been brought in by Smoke, a relatively new member of the club. “Of cours...
After all, I've been living next door to them for a couple years and I almost think of them like family, even often babysitting their kids after school before one of their parents gets home. They were nicer to me than my own family, and ever since I moved next door to them I've been happier. Thei...
The kids were arranged on the floor in a circle, playing a game that outside of school they called Mafia, but for obvious reasons Bridget had changed to Baker Street. It was all deduction, memory, and trying to figure out who was bluffing—and why. It gave the kids a chance to purposely try and ...
It was hard to even think over all the sounds of people talking in the cavernous halls, their echoing voices filling my ears again and again. People of all shapes and sizes rushed by me, hustling to and fro between the ticket counter and the path that led to their chosen terminal. As I stood th...
Clair Fighting for Salvation Trust Silver and Chrome (coming in Christmas 2016) Excerpt From Sanctum SANCTUM ~ PROLOGUE ~ Maggie moaned and giggled in the dark as she felt Jase’s tongue sliding between her legs. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, fingers tangling in his h...
"You think you've made a difference in this life, boy? You haven't and you never will. I wish we'd never even had you." He looked past his arms and his father was still there, his face still menacing, towering over him. He was unbelievably tall. There was no way Joel could defend against h...
The clock on the desk across from me says ten thirty seven. Why the hell isn't he already on his way back to Toronto? "Lila? Are you there? I hope you're on your way to the airport. The flight was delayed but they’re expecting to board in a few minutes. Where the hell are ...
from his realtor friend. It had the same kind of Nuclear Age charm that the entire town of LeBeau held. It wasn’t the prettiest property, but it had character. It was clean, not far from the clubhouse, and the small bedrooms felt more cozy than confining. The sliding backdoor opened into a modest...