Iron Crows Motorcycle Club series by Laran Mithras (books #3 – #4)
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Overview: I write in modern, conversational English to make the reading as painless as possible. As a reader, I don’t like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don’t write those in my books.
Isn’t it goofy when authors think they’re being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who’s never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages? So, yeah, I don’t do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.
Genre: Erotic
Learning Couple (Iron Crows Motorcycle Club, #3)
The insanity of circumstance can be catastrophic…
I know how I got here. I know what happened to my bride. That I might have liked it is irrelevant. I had to question where was I going. Was I going to be a bouncer? Was that my career in a world gone crazy? I felt like my last lifeline to sanity was my Harley.
Things were happening too fast. My wife Kristy began taking up with the club’s treasurer, Ghost. I became closer to Donna and Tequila – the first like me and the latter so unlike me. At the same time, I found a new purpose in supporting the Iron Crows’ charitable efforts.
But then the government intervened. No one stops the government. No one fights the government. No one wins against the government. So why was I supporting those that did? It would be easy to walk away. In fact, it would be easier to join the other side.
Bonded Couple (Iron Crows Motorcycle Club, #4)
I had done something that went far beyond shifting directions in my life. I had done something illegal. Deathly illegal, and now I had that stain on my hands. I had done it for the club: for the Iron Crows.
Society had never accepted me, but I had wanted to fit in; it was my desire in life. So I married my Kristy, a loner like me. But with the Iron Crows, I did the one thing that would forever ostracize me from what I had wanted most: inclusion.
My wife had something going with not just the treasurer of the club, but almost anyone who wanted her. It was her own way of finding inclusion and it excited me. I got off on it, deeply. But the growing secrets weren’t something I could handle.
I turned to Donna, most like us, and my wife hated it. I turned also to Tequila, least like us, and my wife approved. My brain wasn’t wired to understand a woman. But I had to or I was going to risk losing it all.
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