NEW FULL LENGTH, STAND ALONE BIKER ROMANCE
Hell on Heelz, An Asphalt Gods' MC Novel Coming from Bestselling Erotic Romance Author Morgan Jane Mitchell
Feb. 23, 2016
"My
demons needed a long ride, a half bottle of Jack and a hard cock on a
good day. One a bad day, they itched for trouble, a fight. The Heelz
provided everything I needed. I didn't need a man to come rescue me. -
RAGE"
Hell on Heelz, an Asphalt Gods' MC, Stand Alone, full length novel. 18+ for content
"They say time heals all wounds, but my time's done run out. I’m no spring chicken, but it’s more than that. I’ve been mad as hell for far too long. It’s made me a different woman, a bitter woman. No, they don’t call me Rage for nothing—I’m a twisting bitch tornado and that’s before you make me mad. When I’m not fuming, I’m secretly festering in suffocating smog of self-loathing. A man did this to me, and now that I’ve finally met another man, one who calms my storm, one I might let break through the thick thorny vines I’ve wrapped around my heart—I fear there’s nothing left of me."
Edie Pearl, better known as RAGE never thought her decision to leave her cheating husband and join the Hell on Heelz would land her as the potential president of the female outlaw motorcycle club when the Banshee is murdered. Rage has spent the last two years mad as hell, nursing her broken heart with booze and fast men. When she's pitted against her fellow heel, Dixie, in a race to track down the Banshee's killer, she meets the man of her dreams. Mud may be the only man to get her motor running, but he's also her sworn enemy. Will Rage do the unthinkable and choose a man over her club?
Mud's been a mess since his twin brother left the Asphalt Gods' MC. He'd hate to have to kill his own kin. When Scar shows Mud mercy by sparing his brother, he thinks everything will finally be back to normal. He's proven wrong. A ride to California is interrupted by the Heelz. After he leaves Scar and catches up to his enemy, he finds a beautiful woman, one he can not resist. Showing her the same mercy puts Mud in even more jeopardy. His heart on the line with his life, which road will he choose?
*Even though we met the Hell on Heelz MC in Scar and Seven Sunsets, Asphalt Gods' MC, Hell on Heelz can be read as a stand alone.
"They say time heals all wounds, but my time's done run out. I’m no spring chicken, but it’s more than that. I’ve been mad as hell for far too long. It’s made me a different woman, a bitter woman. No, they don’t call me Rage for nothing—I’m a twisting bitch tornado and that’s before you make me mad. When I’m not fuming, I’m secretly festering in suffocating smog of self-loathing. A man did this to me, and now that I’ve finally met another man, one who calms my storm, one I might let break through the thick thorny vines I’ve wrapped around my heart—I fear there’s nothing left of me."
Edie Pearl, better known as RAGE never thought her decision to leave her cheating husband and join the Hell on Heelz would land her as the potential president of the female outlaw motorcycle club when the Banshee is murdered. Rage has spent the last two years mad as hell, nursing her broken heart with booze and fast men. When she's pitted against her fellow heel, Dixie, in a race to track down the Banshee's killer, she meets the man of her dreams. Mud may be the only man to get her motor running, but he's also her sworn enemy. Will Rage do the unthinkable and choose a man over her club?
Mud's been a mess since his twin brother left the Asphalt Gods' MC. He'd hate to have to kill his own kin. When Scar shows Mud mercy by sparing his brother, he thinks everything will finally be back to normal. He's proven wrong. A ride to California is interrupted by the Heelz. After he leaves Scar and catches up to his enemy, he finds a beautiful woman, one he can not resist. Showing her the same mercy puts Mud in even more jeopardy. His heart on the line with his life, which road will he choose?
*Even though we met the Hell on Heelz MC in Scar and Seven Sunsets, Asphalt Gods' MC, Hell on Heelz can be read as a stand alone.
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Excerpt Hell on Heelz, An Asphalt Gods’ MC Novel
Copyright © 2015 Morgan Jane Mitchell
A typical Saturday
night at the Roost meant our private club was busting at the seams with
those who wanted to get drunk, get high and get laid. The Banshee and
her girls had their favorites over. Some of the men were from other
clubs but just riders tonight and then there were the stragglers, the men who the girls had brought in off the street. Me, I didn’t
invite Ripper, but he was a regular here anyway. He wasn’t a looker
either, but he had more than two brain cells which was a rarity around
here.
“I’d say we’re perfect for each other.” He chugged his Bud Light, clutching my leather-clad knee under the table.
Good lord, this was not what I’d fixed my face for. Jerking my knee away from him, I barked, “Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to feel.” I didn’t feel a damned thing for Ripper. I sure as hell didn’t want a boyfriend.
Ripper smiled, the rare site almost making him dashing. He wouldn’t give up.
On my sixth drink, I didn’t
want to talk about us—I wanted to fuck. It didn’t have to be Ripper. My
chin resting on my hands, I searched around the Roost for another
option.
Hearing Pepper’s
voice screech over the noisy crowd, my neck snapped back to see her
pink hair go flying over a man’s shoulder. That girl was so thin, she
could hula hoop in a cheerio. Amazingly enough, she’d run away from a
circus, used to be a contortionist before she started working at the
Banshee’s shop.
Keg headed up the stairs behind the bar, taking a dangling Pepper to bed. I
remembered when all I wanted was the man of my dreams to come along and
throw me over his shoulder just like that. I imagined Ripper trying it
and landing us both on our asses.
A young stud, Keg was Ripper’s
younger brother. Both men had dark hair and light eyes, but Keg was
fine, strong. Ripper looked like Keg minus the fine and strong part.
They both worked at the paper factory where my girl Boots was foreman.
They headed up the local riders’ club in Seville.
Where Keg was full of life, Ripper was broken, just like me. That’s
why he thought we’d make a perfect pair, two broken people, fixing each
other bullshit. I didn’t want to fix Ripper. I didn’t give a damn if
his wife had died. I had my own demons to quell.
My
demons needed a long ride, a half bottle of Jack and a hard cock on a
good day. On a bad day, they itched for trouble, a fight. The Heelz
provided everything I needed. I didn’t need a man to come rescue me.
“My
house is awfully lonely, hon…” He put his arm around me, trying not to
call me honey, sweetheart or darling. He knew better than to start with
the terms of endearment.
“And
it’s probably a mess,” I slurred. I still had my cleaning business,
though my client list had dwindled. Club life and jobs for the club took
up a good chunk of my time. I’d cleaned Ripper’s house a time or two
before I was a Heel. His wife had had Cancer, on her deathbed when I’d
been hired.
Fuck, that was two years ago, before I’d left Neil. Before, Kelly... I stopped my train of thought with another drink.
“You could come home with me tonight,” Ripper went on, thinking we could be something more.
I rolled my eyes before a crash from behind me took my attention. DDD and Twink were having it out, again. “Cat
fight,” Boots hollered before a shot rang out. The Banshee had done
shot another hole in the ceiling. Someday she was going to kill whoever
was using the stables. That’s what we called the upstairs, where we took
the men we didn’t want in our homes. Anyway, our president had stopped
the fight. DDD let go of Twink’s silky dark hair and stomped off. Both
only prospects, DDD and Twink were as different as night and day.
Dede, had been her real name, but we called her DDD for her triple Ds—she was a know-it-all beach beauty, like she’d
stepped off the set of Bay Watch, but she wouldn’t get the reference
because she was a young online college student with a nose problem, in
other words, a drug habit. Twink, an ex-whore was a middle-aged Korean
woman, who liked her racial slur of a road name. The Banshee had given
her a place to hide from her pimp, and she liked Harleys and ink so
much, she’d wanted to stay. Differences or not, Twink and DDD were both
in the same boat now, like all of us.
Hell on Heelz wasn’t
just a rider’s club like Ripper had founded. His club, the Seville
Slayers was made up of mostly respectable blue-collar men who wanted to
get away from their nagging wives on the weekend and put Harley decals
on their pick-up trucks. They rode with us sometimes and ended up here.
They were the sizzling meat in our biscuits.
Hell
on Heelz, on the other hand was an MC, a motorcycle club with roots in
the one percenters. Although Shirley, I mean the Banshee, wanted her
club to be different than the men’s
clubs, no prostitution, no sex trafficking and the like, she was no
saint. The Banshee wanted us to be outlaws like the club she’d come
from, the Asphalt Gods’ MC, which like many others struck fear in the
hearts of regular folk. She’d picked us girls, all of us because of what
we were capable—what we’d done, or in my case, what I was about to do.
It was like she’d known it, seen something in my eyes that had been off
about me.
Us girls weren’t
regular people. I wasn’t a regular person like Ripper. Sure, he had a
cool name, but he hadn’t murdered someone like I had. The only thing he
could kill was an 18 pack of beer on a Friday
night. He hadn’t been biker brats like Locks and Topper who played pool
with some fresh blood, two hawt volunteer firefighters visiting us for
the first time. He hadn’t escaped being an MC’s clubwhore by burning
down their clubhouse like Miss B who had the attention of Squid, a
bodybuilder who’d been in the Navy. He’d come to visit with a couple of
Slayers tonight.
Every other member here tonight
whether they be older, fatter, younger, a gay man or just plain dumb,
Legs, Duchess, Butterbean, Sugar Hips and Short—in that order, seemed to
be on to someone new. Here I was stuck with Ripper who stared at me
like I’d be his salvation.
Links Asphalt Gods MC
Scar, Asphalt Gods' MC Book #1
Emery wants to die. Good thing she just ran into a killer.
"They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but that's bullshit. What doesn't kill you leaves a scar. More than the eyesore down my torso, I was a scar, the jagged, fucked up remains of a tragedy."
Scar's Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong.
"They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but what if I can't live with myself anymore?"
Finding the blonde face down in a puddle of her own blood jeopardizes everything. Saving her and keeping her quiet could get Scar killed, but when Emery wakes up, her shocking proposal for him to kill her starts the ride of his life.
"They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but that's bullshit. What doesn't kill you leaves a scar. More than the eyesore down my torso, I was a scar, the jagged, fucked up remains of a tragedy."
Scar's Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong.
"They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but what if I can't live with myself anymore?"
Finding the blonde face down in a puddle of her own blood jeopardizes everything. Saving her and keeping her quiet could get Scar killed, but when Emery wakes up, her shocking proposal for him to kill her starts the ride of his life.
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Seven Sunsets, Asphalt Gods’ MC Book #2
Scar’s Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong.
Finding the blonde face down in a puddle of her own blood jeopardizes everything. Saving her and keeping her quiet could get Scar killed, but when Emery wakes up, her shocking proposal for him to kill her starts the ride of his life.
Money alone won’t be enough for Scar to take the job, but he could use an accomplice with nothing to lose, one who won’t be around to tell tales. Agreeing to a week on the back of his motorcycle, keeping his bitch seat warm for the woman Scar’s hell bent on saving from a rival gang, Emery sets out on her last adventure. But saying goodbye is harder than they could ever imagine after seven sunsets
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About the Author
Morgan Jane Mitchell
Bestselling
erotic romance and paranormal author, Morgan Jane Mitchell spent years
blogging politics and health trends before she rediscovered her love of
writing fiction. Trading politicians for bloodsuckers of another kind,
she's now the author of bestselling post-apocalyptic fantasy novel,
Sanguis City. Her action packed series of vampires, witches, demons and
zombies is paranormal romance, dystopia, urban fantasy and erotica in
one bite. When Morgan Jane is not creating the city of blood or
conjuring up other supernatural tales, she's dreaming up erotic and dark
romances. Morgan Jane lives in the beautiful bluegrass area of central
Kentucky with her husband, three sons, three cats, a greyhound shepherd
mix dog named Miss Penni Lane, fifty chickens and seventeen ducks.
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Also by Morgan Jane Mitchell
Biker Series
Scar (Asphalt Gods’ MC #1)
Seven Sunsets (Asphalt Gods’ MC #2)
Hell on Heelz (An Asphalt Gods’ MC Novel)
Coming Soon - Sunrise (Asphalt Gods’ MC #4)
Coming Soon - Cowboy, Take Me (An Asphalt Gods’ MC Novel)
Coming Soon - Bones (An Asphalt Gods’ MC Novel)
Erotic Romance Titles
In Too Deep (Table 21 #1)
Never Too Late (Table 21 #2)
Love Too Hot (Table 21 #3)
2 Sex Addicts Fall in Love (The Complete Table 21 Series)
The Red Door (Mouth Rocks the Heart Anthology)
Paranormal Romance/ Urban Fantasy Titles
Prequels (Sanguis City #0.5)
Sanguis City (#1)
Carpe Noctem (Sanguis City #2)
Coming Soon - Deos Mortis (Sanguis City #3)
Twice Bitten (Broad Gate Pack #1)
Coming Soon - She Wolf (Broad Gate Pack #2)
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