Length: 96,000 words approx.
Rebel Kings MC Series
Opposites attract. The outlaw biker and the accountant. Straightlaced vs straight to hell. Or heaven, depending on how you look at it.
And you can look at it any way you like, doesn’t mean it’s true. Either way, falling for snarky Alexei Ivanov is the lightbulb moment I’ve been waiting for my whole damn life. Or at least since my head got turned by someone else. A man I call brother, but he’s so much more than that.
I’ve loved Saint Malone for years. My loyal wingman has owned my heart so long I figured it had died of yearning for him. But Saint is as fragile as he is deadly. I don’t know how to help him until Alexei brings me to life in ways I can’t describe.
He opens my eyes, and I see them both.
I love them both.
With the weight of the underworld bearing down on me, I just gotta stay alive long enough to tell them.
Devil’s Dance is the first in a hurt/comfort, dark romance, MMM duet from the world of the Rebel Kings MC. Expect: tattoos, leather, and an enigmatic Russian hitman.
I watched my biker friend leave my apartment from the coffee shop across the street. I’d left him while he took a shower. I wasn’t a fan of goodbyes, even with people I liked. And I liked him. He was trouble—I felt it—but perhaps that endeared him to me. Difficult things pleased me.
His eyes pleased me too. They were obsidian dark. Everything about Cam was dark—his hair, his smile, the dirty sounds he made when he came—but the deep brown of his eyes held a warmth that could tear my soul apart if I let it.
I wouldn’t. But I couldn’t deny he’d left a lasting impression on me. If I closed my eyes, I could still smell him. While he’d drowsed between fuck sessions, I’d taken deep breaths of his scent. He’d smelled like home, which was an odd concept, as it had been years since I’d had one.
Your choice.
Hardly. I watched Cam now, striding out of my building on his long, powerful legs, his unshaven jaw thick with inky stubble. He didn’t seem to be looking for me, but I didn’t expect him to. He’d enjoyed my company, of that I was certain, but he was a man with places to be. Responsibilities to honour. He’d been naked for most of our time together, but he’d worn that like a second skin. Like he wore danger, and not because of his biker leathers and the menacing tattoos that covered most of his warm skin—roses, skulls, pistols, and knives. No. Those things were cosmetic. What made him dangerous ran far deeper and simmered in his coal-dark gaze, something I recognised enough for a small shudder to pass through me, an adrenaline-laced shiver that should’ve made me sick to my stomach, but didn’t.
You’re the sick one.
I sighed. Maybe I was. Cam—I pondered what surname went with the subtle lilt in his accent—retrieved his Dyna Super Glide from the pub car park and gunned the engine. People tracked him as he roared away, and I didn’t blame them. It was quite the spectacle, and one I knew I’d remember.
I want to see him again.
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.
Garrett’s debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.
When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.
Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.
Website: http://www.garrettleigh.com/
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