by Chiah Wilder
The warmth from the fireplace covered them but it was nothing compared to the bonfire that his kisses lit up inside her. Shivers tingled her spine and she raised her head off the cushion to meet his scorching lips. The moment was perfect: the glittering tree, the falling snow, the crackling fire, and the love of her life. Every touch, kiss, and whispered word ignited sparks in her.
After years of isolation and sadness, she’d found her place. Never could she have imagined that a tough outlaw biker would ride into her life changing everything. And she wouldn’t trade him for the world. He was hers and she was his and they’d have children and live out their years together.
“I love you so much,” she breathed against his ear as he nipped her skin.
“I love you too,” he rasped, his gaze boring into hers.
In that moment they loved with their eyes, their bodies touching as their souls mingled in the quiet moments between action and stillness.
Then it was all passion—intense and intoxicating. His touch scorched her, his voice melted her, and his kisses blazed a trail to the throbbing between her legs.
He’s the only flame I’ll ever need. I’ll always love him.
She captured his smoldering gaze and opened her legs wide.
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Notes from Chiah
As always, I have a team behind me making sure I shine and continue on my writing journey. It is their support, encouragement, and dedication that pushes me further in my writing journey. And then, it is my wonderful readers who have supported me, laughed, cried, and understood how these outlaw men live and love in their dark and gritty world. Without you—the readers—an author’s words are just letters on a page. The emotions you take away from the words breathe life into the story.
Thank you to my amazing Personal Assistant Amanda Faulkner. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I value your suggestions and opinions, and my world is so much saner with you in it. You keep the non-writing part of my indie publishing world running smoothly. I so appreciate it. You are always ready to jump in and fix everything when I’m pulling my hair out. You are so cheerful, and when I hear your bubbling voice, it instantly uplifts me. So happy YOU are on my team!
Thank you to my editor, Kristin, for all your insightful edits, excitement with my new series, Night Rebels MC, and encouragement during the writing and editing process. I truly value your editorial eyes and suggestions as well as the time you spend. You’re the best!
Thank you to my wonderful beta readers, Kolleen, Paula, and Barbara. Your enthusiasm and suggestions for DIABLO: Night Rebels MC were spot on and helped me to put out a stronger, cleaner novel. Your insights and attention to detail were awesome, and I take all of your suggestions seriously. I appreciate the attention you always give my books.
Thank you to the bloggers for your support in reading my book, sharing it, reviewing it, and getting my name out there. I so appreciate all your efforts. You all are so invaluable. I hope you know that. Without you, the indie author would be lost.
Thank you ARC readers you have helped make all my books so much stronger. I appreciate the effort and time you put in to reading, reviewing, and getting the word out about the books. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I feel so lucky to have you behind me.
Thank you to my Street Team. Thanks for your input, your support, and your hard work. I appreciate you more than you know. A HUGE hug to all of you!
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Thank you to my proofreader, Daryl, whose last set of eyes before the last once over I do, is invaluable. I appreciate the time and attention to detail you always give to my books. You ALWAYS deliver, and I love that I can count on you.
Thank you to Ena and Amanda with Enticing Journeys Promotions who have helped garner attention for and visibility to the Night Rebels MC series. Couldn’t do it without you! Also a big thank you to Book Club Gone Wrong Blog who is hosting and promoting DIABLO. Totally indebted to you.
Thank you to the readers who continue to support me and read my books. Without you, none of this would be possible. I appreciate your comments and reviews on my books, and I’m dedicated to giving you the best story that I can. I’m always thrilled when you enjoy a book as much as I have in writing it. You definitely make the hours of typing on the computer and the frustrations that come with the territory of writing books so worth it. You make it possible for writers to write because without you reading the books, we wouldn’t exist. Thank you, thank you! ♥
DIABLO: Night Rebels Motorcycle Club (Book 3)
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed the second book in my new Night Rebels MC series as much as I enjoyed writing Diablo and Fallon’s story. This gritty and rough motorcycle club has a lot more to say, so I hope you will look for the upcoming books in the series. Romance makes life so much more colorful, and a rough, sexy bad boy makes life a whole lot more interesting.
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GOLDIE
Book 4 in the Night Rebels MC Series
Coming in August, 2017
Goldie, Road Captain of the Night Rebels MC, loves women and women love him. He’s a simple man who only needs his Harley, whiskey, and women—in that order—in his life to make it hum. Being an officer of an outlaw motorcycle club, the women are more than willing to accommodate the blond, ripped, and tatted biker. His rule is simple: pleasure without commitment. It’s served him well until one night when she walked into the club’s tattoo shop wanting an ink job on her sexy bottom.
For reasons he doesn’t understand, he’s drawn to her.
He’s never felt such a pull before.
He wants to get to know her.
Then he finds out her name is Hailey Shilley. He hasn’t seen her since she moved away from Alina eleven years ago.
She’s off limits.
He has to forget about her.
She’s his best friend’s little sister.
Problem is he can’t get her or her sweet tattoo out of his mind.
Hailey Shilley left Alina when she’d first started high school. She’s back to help her aunt run her floral shop. When she stumbled into the tattoo parlor with her two friends, she didn’t expect to find the most gorgeous guy she’s ever laid eyes on. His ripped body, strong jaw, and to-die for tats made her tingle all over. She can’t get him out of her mind.
When she finds out he’s her brother’s best friend, she can’t believe what a hunk he grew up to be. But her brother warned her about him. Told her he’s an outlaw biker and a player. She always had a crush on him, but now that they’re both grown up, she isn’t sure she wants to risk her heart to him.
While Hailey tries to put aside her fears and Goldie his loyalty to his buddy, female bodies are turning up all around the county. A madman is loose and he’s closing in on the women Goldie holds dear to him. Can he be stopped in time?
This is the fourth book in the Night Rebels MC Romance series. This is Goldie’s story. It is a standalone. This book contains violence, se
xual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt: GOLDIE
Note: This short excerpt is a ROUGH DRAFT. I am still writing the story about this bad boy. It has only been self-edited in a rudimentary way. I share it with you to give you a bit of an insight into Goldie.
Chapter One
The tattoo shop bustled as young men and women filed in to make a statement on their skin. The weekends at Get Inked were crazy since it was the only tattoo and piercing shop that looked decent. Bent Needles, the shop’s competitor, had been cited for health violations numerous times by the county. The Night Rebels own Get Inked and customers felt comfortable in the clean, professional-looking establishment. The ochre yellow walls and dark brown laminate floors had a calming effect on people who paid to have needles pierce their designs into their skin.
“Did Flora ever call?” Tattoo Mike asked Goldie as he slipped a wad of cash into the cash register.
“Nope. I tried calling and texting her a bunch of times. It’d be a big help if we had a receptionist tonight. It fucking sucks to have to run the counter and do the ink. We should fire her ass. This is the second Saturday she’s pulled this shit.” Goldie ran his hand through his short hair.
“I already have an ad online and in the paper. She’s history.” Tattoo Mike glanced over the appointment book. “We gotta start limiting walk-ins on the weekends. You got any appointments for tonight?”
“I just finished with my last one. You?”
“I got two, and both of them are pretty intense in design. Looks like you, Skull, and Freddy are gonna have to handle the walk-ins.”
“No problem. I’m going to get a club girl over here to handle the front desk.” Goldie picked up his phone. “Dude. We need one of the girls to help out tonight. That bitch Flora was a no show again. We’re slammed and it’s just going to get worse. Seems like everyone wants a tat or a piercing after downing a few shots.” Goldie chuckled.
“I’ll bring one of the girls over. The bitch just lost her job,” Paco said.
“Tattoo Mike’s already got an ad out. Thanks, dude. See you in a few.” Goldie placed his phone down and looked up as Skull approached.
“Freddy’s sick as shit. There’s no way he can work on anyone.” Skull pulled out a bottle of root beer from the mini fridge behind the counter.
“Fuck! Tattoo Mike’s got two customs.” Goldie clasped the back of his neck and rubbed it hard.
Freddy was the only citizen tattoo artist who worked at Get Inked. He’d been working there for over five years and his work was impeccable. The club had talked about taking on another citizen artist part-time, but they hadn’t found anyone who they thought was good enough and fit in to the overall vibe of the shop. The tattoo parlor didn’t just have customers from Alina, but citizens from the outlying county and as far away as Durango came to the shop. Their reputation for having top-notched tattoo artists was known throughout the southwestern part of Colorado.
“Looks like we’ll be hustling our asses in about another hour.” Skull looked at the wall clock that was surrounded by framed pictures of tattooed men and women. The clock read eleven: soon people would be leaving the bars. “I hope I don’t have to kick anyone’s ass tonight. We don’t have time for that shit.” Skull guzzled the root beer.
Goldie nodded. The Road Captain for the Night Rebels usually loved a good fight, but not when he was working and needed to concentrate on what the hell he was doing. Many people staggered in, drunk and loud, demanding to have a tattoo or a piercing. The policy was to turn them away. Sometimes they had to get tough and throw them out, and there was always someone who thought he could fight them. It really got under Goldie’s skin.
“Hey, guys,” Kelly said as she walked through the door. She was one of the club girls for the Night Rebels MC, and she usually was the one who offered to help out at the club’s businesses if they needed a backup.
“Hey. You’re the receptionist for the next three hours.” Goldie moved aside as she squeezed in behind the counter, rubbing her behind against him. “You owe me. I was right in the middle of getting real cozy with one of the Fallen Slayers. He was cute too.”
The Fallen Slayers MC was a club the Night Rebels were friendly with. They lived about an hour away in Silverado and would come to the club’s weekend parties. Once in a while, the Night Rebels would go to Silverado to shoot some pool with them or hang at one of their parties.
“You guys need anything else?” Paco asked.
Goldie smiled. “No. You anxious to get back to the party? How’s the citizen turnout tonight?”
“Fucking awesome.” Paco lifted his eyebrows.
“Damn. We need to be there.” Skull came out from behind the counter and sank down onto one of the black leather couches against the wall.
“They’ll still be there when we get off,” Goldie said.
Paco nodded. “If you don’t need anything else, I’m outta here.”
Goldie lifted his chin. “Catch you later, dude.”
Two guys walked in and approached the counter. “We’d like to get a tattoo,” the taller one said to Kelly.
She turned to Goldie. “You available?”
He eyed the two guys. “How old are you?”
The shorter one turned red and looked at the floor, but the tall one said, “Eighteen.”
“Bullshit. You guys don’t even look sixteen. Show me some ID.”
“I left my license at home,” the tall one said; the short one kept staring at the floor.
“No ID, no tattoo. Pretty simple.”
The tall one shifted his weight from one foot to another. “We heard you guys were cool here. That this was owned by the Night Rebels.”
“It is owned by the Night Rebels and we’re cool as fuck. I still need to see your IDs. If you’re eighteen, you’ll go back to one of the rooms. It you don’t have any IDs then you’ll have to come back when you do.”
“But we have the money and are ready—”
Goldie held up his hands. “Now you’re just pissing me off, kid. I’m not negotiating with you. I’m telling you that you’re not getting a fucking tattoo without any ID telling me you’re eighteen. So hit the pavement.”
The shorter teenager moved away from the counter. “Let’s go, Tyler.”
“We’ll just go to Bent Needles.” Tyler glared at Goldie.
“Do whatever you want, but you’re not getting tatted in this shop.”
“I’m not going there. My cousin went there and got a massive infection on his leg. Let’s just go home. My mom will be pissed if I’m late again tonight.” The shorter guy moved toward the door.
“Just shut the fuck up, Brandon.” Tyler clenched his fists and stormed out. Goldie, Skull, and Kelly laughed.
“I’m so glad I’m not a teenager anymore. Those years were hell,” Kelly said as she wiggled on the stool.
“You’re not kidding,” Skull said as he glanced at the door at two men who’d come in.
Soon Skull was in one of the rooms with one guy and Goldie was with the other. Thankful that his customer wanted a simple design, Goldie stood up and stretched forty-five minutes later while the man slipped on his shirt. “Remember to keep the bandage on until the morning. No sun for at least three weeks. Follow everything on this sheet of paper and you should be good. It you have problems or questions, give us a call.” He handed the aftercare list to the customer and walked out of the room. The man paid Kelly and handed twenty to Goldie. “Appreciate it, man.” The man nodded and walked out.
“Skull’s still working on his guy. I’ve gotta pee.” Kelly slid off the stool and scratched Goldie’s back with her fingernails. “I like your muscles. They make me horny.” She winked at him and leaned into him. “You wanna fool around?”
Her body was
soft against him, and the scent of orange blossom invaded his nostrils. He wasn’t fond of overbearing fragrances and many of the club girls bathed themselves in it. He stepped back. “I thought you had to pee.”
“I do. Just thinking about when I get back.” She squirmed in place then rushed to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
He watched her go. Normally he’d be all over it, but tonight he wasn’t feeling it. He was restless and had been for a couple of months. What he was restless about he couldn’t say, he just wanted something different from what he had. Of course, he had his pick of women, and he was the first to admit unabashedly that he was a player. What could he say? He loved women—all types of women. But for the past couple of months, he hadn’t felt that energized when he’d been screwing the club girls. It’d begun to seem routine.
He half-sat on the stool and pulled out a copy of Easyriders and thumbed through it. As he was reading an article in the magazine, the door opened and loud giggling filled his ears. He looked up and saw three women, but the one in the middle made his blood pump. She kept covering her full pink lips with her hand as if to suppress her snigger. Her chestnut hair had blonde streaks in it as though the sun had kissed it, and it cascaded past her shoulders which were bare. Raising her eyes, she looked at him. Her eyes were seriously blue—field of cornflower, summer desert sky at noon. Perfect. Her hand dropped down to her side and her lips parted. Goldie watched every movement, wishing he could slip his tongue into her mouth for a quick taste.
“I really had to go.” Kelly’s voice broke through the intensity of the moment. The woman turned away, and her friend whispered something to her. A peal of laughter erupted from them. Kelly came behind the counter and he stood away from the stool. She settled herself onto it.
“Can I help you ladies?” he said. I hope the she wants a clit piercing. I bet her pussy is as pink as her mouth.