Title: Into The Riot
Series: Riot MC #3
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance (Romantic Suspense)
Release Date: December 4, 2018
Tennille “Neil” Lyons has her hands full with Cecilia, her drug addicted sister who recently turned to prostitution to maintain her addiction. Having her sister commit to going to rehab feels like a stroke of luck, until the dealer/handler shows up making threats. While drowning her worries at a hole-in-the-wall bar, she meets a handsome biker. As much as she wants to dismiss him, she finds out he is rougher and tougher than any other man Neil has met before. Which may come in handy, because if Cecilia doesn’t pay her substantial debt, the dealer intends to collect from Neil instead.
Augustus “Razor” Richardson is prospecting with the Riot MC after being renounced from his old MC. He has a past and a reputation as a ladies’ man, but rarely does a woman so blithely give him the brush-off. He knows something is wrong, but she slips away before he can figure out how to help. When an unexpected phone call puts her back in touch, Razor will stop at nothing to protect Neil from harm. However, Razor’s past isn’t done with him yet. Can he prove to Neil that she can trust him before it’s too late?
I had finished the last of my second pulled-pork sandwich, and was debating on making an early exit when Volt approached our huddle.
“Hear you got some problems?” he asked me, as he took a seat in a chair next to Jackie.
“Beg your pardon?”
“‘Your sister’s problems are your problems’?”
Shrugging, I said, “Is what it is. It’ll work out one way or another. It’s what sisters do, share their problems with one another.”
His chin-lift seemed almost ominous in the flickering light of the fire pit. “It’s what the brotherhood does, too. My girl likes you, that means you should tell us about your sister’s problems.”
I scowled. Then, jerking my head at Vamp, I asked, “I thought she was his girl. So, how would you hear that? I didn’t share that with Frankie or any of the other ladies.”
From behind me, Razor’s deep voice said, “I shared it with him.”
My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to punch this guy. Seriously! Where did he get off telling these people these things?
I focused on Volt. “Really, it doesn’t matter. With any luck, those issues will go away in a few weeks.”
“Heard she’s in rehab,” Volt said.
I tilted my head toward the sky, realized Razor was still behind me, and turned my head to him. “You really do have a big a mouth, PB.”
Vamp chuckled and asked, “PB? What’s that about?”
I turned a triumphant look to Vamp. “PB. Short for Pretty Boy.”
Razor growled behind me as Vamp, Volt, and Cal roared with laughter.
“Maybe we should change his road name when he earns his patch,” Cal suggested.
I didn’t hear any of the responses to that because Razor was whispering in my ear, “I end up with that as a road name, you’ll pay. Dearly, you’ll pay. I’d verify that you got what I’m sayin’, but I don’t care. You’ll damn sure get it if that shit hits the fan.”
I should have restrained my smart-ass self, but my response could not be denied. “Oh! I’m quaking in my boots, Pretty Boy.”
The fire made Razor’s blue eyes glisten, but he shifted his gaze from me to Volt. “Don’t let this gorgeous smart-ass change the subject. Her sister’s got serious problems.”
My neck was beginning to ache from leaning back to look at Razor for so long, but I kept my gaze steady as I asked, “How would you know that? I didn’t tell you jack about her problems.”
This drew his eyes back to me. “You downed two G-and-T's in less than thirty minutes, and Ethel’s is not a place people go to for Happy Hour on a Wednesday night.”
My eyes narrowed and I wanted to stand up, but at the same time I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting such a strong response from me.
“My drinking habits on a random evening don’t give you any knowledge about any problems my sister may, or may not, have.”
“Mmmm, this is good. I wish Tasha were here,” Mallory said.
“Me, too,” I heard, and I turned to see Jackie with an ear-to-ear grin on her face.
“Stop it,” I snapped at them.
Razor spoke and I looked back at him. “You had answers for everything ‘except her problems.’ You said so. You’re pretty damn quick with retorts, so that tells me that her problems must be in the big leagues. Add rehab into that equation, you need people like Riot on your side.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped.
Volt’s calm voice pulled my head around. “Neil, I had a sister who got caught up in the wrong stuff. She never made it to rehab, because the asshole she fell for got behind the wheel high and drunk, running them into a parked car on the curb of the road. But I do know what it’s like to see your sister make bad choices over and over and over again. If we can help, we will. Keep it in mind.”
“Thanks,” I said to him, hoping he could see the sincerity in my eyes, although what the hell a group of bikers could really do for me and Cecilia, I did not know.
Razor’s hands clamped on my shoulders. “Was that so hard, Tennille?”
“Is it so hard for you to mind your own business, Augustus?”
I bit back my smile as I heard multiple gasps around the fire pit.
Warm breath was on my neck as Razor whispered, “You’ll damn sure pay for that.”
I grabbed my Styrofoam plate and shot out of my plastic chair. “I do not think so. Hate to break it to you, but the payment the last time was lackluster at best.”
His expression went from heated to crestfallen to angry in seconds at my blatant lie. It had been a short kiss on Wednesday and there was no tongue or anything, but it was far from ‘lackluster.’ I turned on my heel, and as I marched away, I said to the group, “Great to meet y’all and thanks for the pulled pork sandwiches. They were the best I’ve had in a long time. Thanks for the invite, Trixie. See ya.”
Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
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