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    Beg for More: Death Valley MC, #2
    Beg for More: Death Valley MC, #2
    Beg for More: Death Valley MC, #2
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    Beg for More: Death Valley MC, #2

    By Evelyn Glass

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    Beg for More is book 2 of the Death Valley MC trilogy. Book 3, Beg Forever is available everywhere now!

    A broken-down life going nowhere.

    A gun and rough hands pressed against my back.

    And his harsh voice with a proposal to die for…

    SIERRA

    Life was one unending struggle and there was no little hope of being saved.

    I had no prospects of getting out of lawless rural Nevada.

    Until Colt showed up, took me, and never looked back.

    He makes me feel like no other man has.

    His hands leave me begging for more.

    And when I couldn’t take anymore

    That’s when his strong arms pull me into him.

    His hard voice echoing that same word over and over.

    “MINE.”

    COLT

    I took her by force.

    I thought I’d leave her like all the others I’ve left behind.

    But somehow, Sierra got me to stay.

    And that’s when all my troubles started.

    That’s when I had to choose:

    Stand by my woman, or leave her for my brothers.

    Time is running out and she’s in line to become the next victim.

    All because of me.

    I want to keep her, I have to come to terms with my present, bury my past, and find a way for my future.

    Our future.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateNov 11, 2017
    ISBN9781386777786
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      BEG FOR MORE: Death Valley MC (Book 2)

      By Evelyn Glass

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      A BROKEN-DOWN LIFE going nowhere.

      A gun and rough hands pressed against my back.

      And his harsh voice with a proposal to die for...

      SIERRA

      Life was one unending struggle and there was no little hope of being saved.

      I had no prospects of getting out of lawless rural Nevada.

      Until Colt showed up, took me, and never looked back.

      He makes me feel like no other man has.

      His hands leave me begging for more.

      And when I couldn’t take anymore

      That’s when his strong arms pull me into him.

      His hard voice echoing that same word over and over.

      MINE.

      COLT

      I took her by force.

      I thought I’d leave her like all the others I’ve left behind.

      But somehow, Sierra got me to stay.

      And that’s when all my troubles started.

      That’s when I had to choose:

      Stand by my woman, or leave her for my brothers.

      Time is running out and she’s in line to become the next victim.

      All because of me.

      I want to keep her, I have to come to terms with my present, bury my past, and find a way for my future.

      Our future.

      Chapter 1

      Sierra swaggered into the bar as if she owned the place, peeling her shades off in what she hoped was dramatic fashion. If she was going to look the part, she wanted to back it up with attitude.

      They had ridden as far as the gas in the Harley would take them before stopping and filling the tank. While she and Colt may look badass in their black leather, that didn’t mean they weren’t hot in the desert heat, and an air-conditioned bar and something wet was just what they needed.

      Had they left straight away from the motel this morning they wouldn’t be riding in the heat of day, but getting to play slip and slide in the shower with Colt this morning, then her shopping trip, was worth the delay. Especially the shower.

      Michelob on draft and a menu, Colt said as they settled in a booth.

      Same, Sierra said.

      The skinny waitress nodded, popped her gum, and spun to fetch their order.

      Everyone is looking at you, Colt said with a grin. Not that he blamed them. This was a well-known biker bar just north of Vegas, and it was full of bikers. Rogues, outlaws, inlaws and loners, they all mixed here and it was considered neutral ground. The place was large, a destination in its own right, and was always full of leather clad men and women, but there wasn’t a woman in the place that came close to having the impact Sierra did.

      She looked around, struggling not to smile as her eyes swept the bar. People were beginning to turn back to their own drinks and conversations, but it was clear she’d caused a sensation when she’d entered, and she liked it...she liked it a lot.

      The waitress sat the two beers and menus on the table. I’ll check on y’all in a minute, she drawled, her southern accent as thick as honey.

      They picked up their menus, but Colt barely glanced at his before putting it down again. He’d been here many times in the past five years and knew the fare well. What he didn’t know, though, was what he’d been thinking when he’d invited Sierra to join the club. Well, actually, he did. He’d been thinking he wanted her in his bed for a while. That’s what was so confusing. Yes, Sierra was hot as the fucking desert, but he’d been bedding sexy women for years and never invited one to join the club. He should take her to Reno and leave her there. That would be what was best for her, but goddamnit, he wanted her. He wanted her not only because she was smoking hot, but also because she was different from so many of the women in the club. All of the ones he would even consider making his old lady were already paired up with another member. The rest, the free floating fucks as he thought of them, he didn’t have any use for other than as a place to stick his cock. They were stupid, always stoned, nasty pieces of work, or all three.

      Take Monica. She certainly wasn’t stupid, and wasn’t always stoned, but she was one conniving bitch and he didn’t trust her as far as he could come on her. That was the big failure of the DVMC. Nobody trusted anyone else. He trusted his crew, and a few others, but even those who generally supported him were still caught up in the backstabbing and dirty dealing of the club.

      He couldn’t blame them. They were trapped in the system and if they didn’t mix it up, they would get eaten alive. But Sierra? She wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything. She’d proven that several times already. He needed another person he could trust, someone who would rise above the sex, drugs and booze. She could show others there was a better way. All he had to do was—

      Since you’ve been here before, what’s good? Sierra asked, interrupting his thoughts.

      "I always get the Greasy Pig."

      Sierra looked the menu over. Fried boneless pork chop sandwich?

      Yeah.

      Okay, she said laying the menu aside. You convinced me.

      What can I get for y’all, the waitress asked almost before the menu hit the table.

      "Two Greasy Pigs, with chips," Colt replied.

      Ranch for the chips?

      None for me, Colt said.

      Yes, please, Sierra countered.

      Want a refill? the girl asked with a nod at their half empty mugs.

      One more.

      It’ll be right out, the waitress replied as she picked up the menus and left with their order.

      Sierra sipped her beer as she glanced around the bar again. She was having a hard time believing she was doing this. Less than a week ago she was stuck in a dead in job in a dead end town. Then Colt and the Death Valley Motorcycle Club had ridden in and stirred up trouble. With a gun to her head she’d been taken as a hostage and then given a choice. Walk twenty miles in the middle of the desert or return to the DVMC clubhouse to satisfy Colt’s carnal desires. She’d chosen the latter, and ended up making more money in one day than she did in a year by knocking over a grocery store. To top that, rather than walk away and starting anew with her good fortune, she was going back for more.

      She watched Colt a moment as he sipped his beer. What she was doing made no sense! Part of it was the allure of easy money, but she would be kidding herself if she said the thought of sharing Colt’s bed every night wasn’t a factor.

      The plates with the steaming sandwiches and chips hitting the table pulled her from her thoughts. Let me know if you need anything, the waitress said as she sat the two beers on the table.

      We should go, Colt said. They had spent several hours in the bar, shooting pool and sipping beer. Sierra sucked at pool, but she nearly beat him anyway a couple of times because he couldn’t focus as she leaned over the table. He noticed that most of the bar seemed mesmerized by her, as well, and it wasn’t for her skills with a cue.

      He’d given her some lessons, stepping in close behind her and pressing in tight to her ass. She was so bad he couldn’t tell if she was affected by the feel of him, but his game sure as hell was.

      After this game, okay? she said with a smile that made him feel sweaty. Help me with this shot? She didn’t care if she sunk the shot or not, but she did want to feel him pressing against her ass again as he wrapped his arms around her to guided her stroke.

      He stepped around the table and bent over her, placing his hands on hers. As she pressed back into him, he nearly groaned desire.

      She smiled as she felt him push back into her and she glanced up to his face. He was looking at her, not the shot, so she flattened herself more to the table, allowing her breasts to flatten and press up in the blouse. You’re not watching what you are doing, she whispered as he drew her cue back.

      He glanced away and with a sharp motion, struck the cue ball. It was as sloppy shot, but the six ball dropped into the pocket. They took their time straightening, Colt keeping her ass tucked tightly into his crotch. It’s all in the stroke, he murmured into her ear as he pressed into her ass a little harder.

      You’ll have to show me your stroke when we get back to the clubhouse, she replied as she moved to line up another shot, once again lying on the table, offering her ass up for him to see.

      He smiled as she scratched the shot. She may suck at pool, but that wasn’t a skill set he cared

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