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REAPER: AVENGING
ANGELS MC BOOK 4 by Nia Farrell
Release date January 18, 2019.
The
dark, gripping Season One finale is loaded with triggers. Consider yourself warned.
Maureen
“Mama Mare” McLanahan is the mother of five grown children and married to
Patrick “Papa Bear” McLanahan, President of the Avenging Angels MC. For twenty-eight years, she has kept secrets
that could shatter her marriage and ruin their lives. No one knows that her oldest son might belong
to Reaper Rhodes, President of the rival Blackwater Demons MC.
Reaper
has been obsessed with Mare since high school.
When his collection crew brings back her daughter Rose as a party favor,
he decides to save her for his son. The
next girl kidnapped has a mob boss uncle.
The Visconti crime family joins forces with the Angels to rescue both
girls.
Reaper’s
son is killed in a retaliatory strike by the Viscontis. Wrongfully blaming the Angels, Reaper kidnaps
Mama Mare to use as bait, with plans to kill her daughter. Mare is rescued before that happens but
Reaper escapes. She spends the next three years fearing for her daughter and
struggling with PTSD from her ordeal.
Reaper
eventually resurfaces with a vengeance, taking and using two more women before
he’s through. His heinous acts demand justice, but whose hand will wield the
sword?
This book had adult situations and triggers. Written
for Ages 18+.
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Excerpt 1:
“Remember
that Fourth of July at the lake?” he rumbled.
“You couldn’t keep your hands off me, even when I warned you what would
happen.”
“You
were g-going away,” she stuttered, gasping at the feel of his hand. “I wanted to give you a reason to come back.”
“You
shouldn’t have. You were too goddamn
young and my best friend’s little sister.
I knew Jack would kill me if he learned that we were fooling around.”
“I
was fifteen,” she reminded him. “Old
enough to know what I wanted.”
What
she’d wanted was Patrick McLanahan, the boy she’d loved since she was
twelve. Let skeptics laugh, but it was
God’s truth.
“You
were a goddamn tease,” he rumbled.
“You’d worn your swimsuit under your clothes. You peeled them off right in front of
me. Fuck if every guy there didn’t want
you.”
“Except
you,” she said, remembering his resistance.
“Oh,
I wanted you, too, babygirl, but I had enough sense to wait until you were
older. You didn’t let me, though, did
you?”
“No,
Sir.” She supposed that she should be
sorry, but she wasn’t the least bit contrite.
She had wanted Patrick to be her first.
If she’d waited—
He
added a third finger, stretching her out, preparing her for his
possession. “I remember you standing by
yourself chest-deep in the water. The
sky was clear enough, you could see the Milky Way stretched out like a stairway
to heaven. There was only half a moon
but it was enough to see your breasts when I came over and you took off your
top for me.”
Despite
her blatant invitation, he hadn’t reached for her. Her whole body had ached for his touch. Desperate, she had taken matters into her own
hands.
“You
came over to me,” Papa Bear rumbled, pumping his arm and hitting her hot
spot. “You wrapped your fingers around
my cock and jacked me until I came in my briefs.”
She
hadn’t known what else to do. She’d been
trying to get him to notice her, but he was so goddamn stubborn. He’d kept his distance all night, talking to
her brother and their friends and drinking beer that they’d snuck in. When the first of them followed the girls
into the water, Patrick had kicked off his shoes, peeled off his clothes, and
waded out to her, wearing nothing but his white cotton underwear.
She
had tried to get him out of his drawers, too.
“I
wanted you to screw me. You told me you
wouldn’t.”
He
had tried to shut her down with a tersely murmured string of swear words and a
list of mumbled reasons why they couldn’t sleep together. She’d given him a handjob, hoping that he’d
change his mind and take what she was offering.
“And
how long did that last?” he asked wryly.
“A month?”
“A
month and three days.” An eternity for a
teenager teetering on the edge of spontaneous combustion. “You were headed for boot camp in the
morning.”
He
was leaving, and she was desperate. Dub
Rhodes had been watching her… stalking her ever since his release. She feared what would happen if he managed to
catch her alone. He was dangerous. She knew that. For whatever reason, he’d become fixated on
her. She had no doubt that he was
capable of rape. Given the chance, he’d
steal her innocence and rob her of choice.
He
would take what she had been saving for Patrick.
Patrick
Seamus McLanahan was the boy of her dreams.
In her naughtiest fantasies, she had imagined him seducing her,
deflowering her. Despite her youth,
despite her brother, despite his plans for a career in the military, she’d
wanted Patrick to be her first. On his
last night home, she managed to make that happen. There were things in the past that she wished
she could change, but giving herself to Patrick wasn’t one of them.
“You
were tight. So fucking tight,” he
rumbled, thrusting his hand and biting her neck in a claiming that betrayed his
own tumult of emotions. Outwardly today,
he had stayed strong for her, for their family, for the club. He needed to release his stress, to
decompress, to reaffirm life and hope with sex, most basic of human needs. “I thought I’d never work my way inside, even
when I finally made it past your hymen.
Five kids and twenty-eight years later, and you still fit me like a glove.”
Excerpt 2:
“You
have five minutes to get yourself off—and don’t think about faking it. If that pussy’s not dripping wet, Mojo gets
to ream your ass while I’m balls-deep in your cunt.”
Five minutes. And she was filthy.
She
ran to the door. Swiped her face, wiped
her hands, and cleaned her finger.
Instead of going back to the bed, she stayed where she was, facing the
door.
Mare
parted her folds with one hand and shoved her other hand between her legs. Finding her clit, she teased it, circled it,
rubbed it, fanning her flesh like a fire-starter, her fingers intent on
sparking flames. The heat built. A familiar tension took hold of her core. A desperate twist of her nipple and she came,
gasping from the strength of her release.
Her body stiffened while her core convulsed. Pussy walls spasmed, squeezing her juices
like nectar from a cider press to trickle down her thighs.
She
rested her forehead against the door, regaining her breath.
Reaper
knocked it out of her again.
Coming
up behind her, he kicked her feet apart, shoved his cock between her legs,
found her opening, and impaled her with one, vicious thrust. He slammed into her again, shoving her
against the door, pinning her to it like a butterfly that he’d collected,
spread, and mounted—except that she wasn’t dead.
Not
yet, anyway.
“Fuck,
that was hot,” he grunted in her ear.
Sliding his teeth down her neck, he bit her shoulder so hard, she
wondered if he’d drawn blood. She
whimpered from the pain and clamped down on her tongue to keep from begging.
“So
fucking hot.” He drilled into her, hips
slamming into her with the force of a jackhammer and the ruthless rhythm of a
heavy metal drum. Reaching, he caught
both breasts in a bruising grip and held her against him, her back to his
front.
He
tasted the tattoo on her shoulder, tracing the lines with his tongue. “Ink’s good on you, little girl. If we had more time, I’d commission another. A tramp stamp with the Demons’ logo. Every time you did it doggie, Papa Bear would
know that I’ve owned this ass, too.”
With
that, he pulled out, changed angles, and claimed her most private place,
ignoring her squeals and pushing past the rings of muscle to seat himself
inside.
“There
it is,” he grated. “As tight as I
remember. You were my first. I’d never taken a girl’s ass. I’d heard about it but had never done it.”
He
jacked his hips and started pumping. Her
tender tissue screamed its objection.
“You
were too drugged to fight me even if you’d been free. I couldn’t turn you over bound to the bed,
and I couldn’t lift your legs, so I untied you, flipped you over, and took your
virgin ass.”
He
was pounding into her now, reaming her raw, ruthless, merciless, a savage rut
that ended with a sharp thrust and a guttural cry.
He
poured himself into her depths. When the
last pulsing stream had subsided, he shook himself like the beast that he was
and pulled out. She tightened her
sphincter, hoping to contain as much of the mess as she could.
Letting
go of her breast, he took the washcloth off the doorknob and cleaned his junk
with it.
He
stuffed it in her crack when he was done.
“Turn
around.”
She
straightened from the door and pivoted on the balls of her feet to face him,
feeling debased and ill-used and dirtier than she’d ever felt in her life.
“I
hate you,” she whispered hoarsely.
He
slid his dark brown gaze from her lips to her eyes, shook his head slowly, and tsked.
“You’re gonna hate me more before this is done.”
Leaning
into her, he pushed her against the door.
His thickening cock surged between them, eager for another round. Humping her with it, he whispered in her
ear. “Five minutes thirty-three
seconds….”
About Nia Farrell:
Nia
Farrell is the author of one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, a four-times
Golden Flogger Finalist, and a founding member of the Wicked Pens. A multi-genre writer published in nonfiction,
poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay
under her literary belt, she’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been
into corsets for centuries. She started
writing romance at her husband’s suggestion and has been published in erotic romance
since 2015.
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Interview with Nia Farrell:
1. Can you tell us a little about your books?
My
current release Reaper is the finale of Season One of the Avenging
Angels MC, where MC meets kink. The men in the club are all Dominants
and the clubhouse lounge is their playroom. The rival MC has been a
threat through the first books, and in Reaper: Avenging Angels Book 4,
we learn the history of his obsession with Mama Mare, whose husband Papa
Bear is President of the Avenging Angels MC. The MC series has its
roots in my Three Graces Series (BDSM ménages) and has a Mafia spin-off,
Crime Family Values Series. I write contemporaries and historicals,
but my Replay Series is the best of both with historic cosplay at a BDSM
theme resort where patrons play in the past. Everything that I’ve
written to date is a standalone. That changes when I release my Dark
Moons Saga, an otherworldly sword-and-sorcery where a daughter of Light
finds unexpected sanctuary with two dark lords who are centaur shifters.
2. What inspires you to write?
Anything and everything. I never know what’s going to hit until it does.
3.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
I write under
four names (yes, four). Under my legal name, I write nonfiction, music,
poetry, children’s books, and freelance articles, plus I have one
documentary screenplay under my literary belt. I write sultry historical
romance as Erinn Ellender Quinn, erotic romance as Nia Farrell, and
romantic comedy erotica as Ree L. Diehl. Reaper is my 52nd
title. My two favorite books are As Wicked as You Want (Forever Ours
Book 1, a Victorian BDSM MMF ménage), the first in a series where I
explore the past lives of reincarnated soulmates Grace, Nico, and J.T.
from Something Else (The Three Graces Book One) and Something Special
(The Three Graces Book Six) that introduced Replay resort. Something
Special was my first audiobook and helped me achieve a career goal when a
listener broke a piece off her bed’s headboard while listening to it.
The other personal favorite is a splendid piece of fan fiction, Pride
and Punishment—An Erotic Retelling of Jane Austen’s Beloved Classic with
a Dominant Mr. Darcy. Nia is a four-times Golden Flogger Finalist for
Best BDSM Book of the Year with Something Special, Find Her, Night
Music, and The Dark Side.
4.
How do you come up with your characters names?
I ask them and write
what I hear. As a pantster, I plot nothing. I meet my characters, get a
feel for the story they have to tell, and then follow where they lead.
5.
If you could be friends with one of your character, which one would you
chose?
I’m the most like Grace Murphy from my Three Graces series.
We’ve both done psychic readings at Irish festivals, we both remember
our past lives, and we both do hot water meditation that makes bathwater
flow backward (clockwise) down the drain. Grace is a natural healer.
I’m a Reiki Master and a crystal healer. She also works at a bookstore,
so SCORE!
6.
Do you have a release day tradition?
I set a demanding schedule for
myself. I had 20 releases in 2018 (and would have had 22 if an
anthology hadn’t gotten pushed to 2019). Release day is another
workday, albeit manic. I’m writing the next book, doing promos, and
watching the ranks like any other author.
7. If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Miraculous healing and relief of pain.
8.
What writing projects are you currently working on?
Nia has a
historical and Ree has a BBW/billionaire novella in the Stand Your
Ground Anti-bullying Anthology, which will likely release the end of
February. I’m polishing my first geek story for the Dominated by Desire
BDSM Anthology out it May, writing Irresistible (a retelling of Leda and
the Swan) for the Demigod Origins Anthology, and have two more
anthology pieces for a BBW/BBM set being published by Reggie Deanching.
With the success of Secret Santa out in December, I’ll be fleshing my
spy story novelette into the Made in Russia series. I also plan to add
titles in Nia’s Replay, Avenging Angels MC, Crime Family Values, and
Forever Ours Series, plus launch the Dark Moons Saga. I plan one or two
full-length novels for my pen name Ree L. Diehl. I hope to get Erinn’s
fifth book in her Touch the Wind Series out in 2020. She’s been quiet
for far too long.
After
the pace I kept last year, my goal was to slow down this year and do
one release a month. My current calendar has 27 titles, however long it
takes to write them. I do have a mainstream novel planned and hope to
visit Ireland in 2020 when it’s time to research and write it. I just
designed the cover for a new MC series that I’ll introduce in the
Twisted Steel MC Anthology coming in April 2020. (I’m a one-stop shop. I
write, edit, proof, format, design covers, make teasers and media kits,
and pimp. I currently have about 35 covers done for stories not yet
written. It gets pretty crowded in my head.)
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