Welcome Kathryn Kelly

 

Misled by Kathryn Kelly

Blurb:

He deals in a world of violence, sex, drugs, and crudity. As president of the Death Dwellers' Motorcycle Club, Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell presides over a club in chaos after the death of their longtime president and his mentor, Joseph "Boss" Foy.

Megan Foy runs from her abusive stepfather, hoping for her daddy's intervention to save her and get her terrified mother away before it's too late. Only problem is, she soon discovers her beloved daddy is dead and the man who killed him is the man she's falling in love with.

This is a full-length novel.

Warning: FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, RAPE, AND EXCESSIVE PROFANITY.

Excerpt:

A scream rose above the music and laughter humming in the background. Then silence. Complete and utter silence. Rack winced. Outlaw pulled his nine, a reflex reaction and started down the hallway. Light reflected off the gigantic mural of the Grim Reaper, his scythe dripping blood, his eye sockets burning red.

“Daddy!”

The wail pierced the sudden stillness as he rounded the corner. A little blonde urchin barreled into him and semi-peaceful waves kicked into his brain. She stopped, his gun inches from her head and he loosened his grip.

He stared into familiar eyes. Blue. Intense. Brilliant. A perfect mirror of the former president of his MC. Only these eyes were unfamiliar. And not because of the dark circles ringing them.

They were the eyes of the daughter of the man he’d killed.

Release Date:
Ebook: December 5, 2013 - $3.99
Print: January 5, 2014 - $11.50 – ISBN 13: 978-1494269173 

Bio:
In Kat’s head, she’s the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she’s an everyday, ordinary girl who loves scotch, reading, writing, and football.

Social Media Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7388568.Kathyn_Kelly
Twitter handle: @katkelwriter
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kathryn.kelly.336717


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 My Review:

As a fan of motorcycle romances, I didn't know what to expect with this one, given the warning attached to it. Let me start by saying: TAKE HEED OF THAT WARNING. When Ms. Kelly says excessive profanity, she means it. Misled isn't for the squeamish or the faint of heart.

Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell is trying to rein in the Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club. He inherited the presidency upon the death of Joseph "Boss" "Big Joe" Foy. Loyalties are split because it was Outlaw himself who killed Boss, his idol and mentor. Outlaw knows no other life but that of the Death Dwellers and doesn't expect to ever find anyone he wants as his own.

Megan Foy escapes her mother's house after a particularly violent episode with her stepfather. She fears Thomas is going to kill her and her mother. When she hears her mother tell Thomas Big Joe is riding into town to get Meggie, Meggie decides there's no time to wait. She runs away, believing her father wants her with him and will get her mother out of the violent situation she finds herself in. Once she arrives in Hortensia, Washington, she isn't allowed on the MC's property and no one will tell her where her father is, leaving her to live the next month by a creek. Her path collides with Outlaw's when she steals five dollars from another Death Dweller member and she is brought to the club once she identifies herself.

Meggie is the angel to Outlaw's devil. She's young but has endured a lot in her eighteen years. It has given her the strength she needs to survive her stepfather's brutality, life on the streets, and Outlaw himself. This girl never listens to one freaking thing Outlaw orders her to do, unless it suits her, which usually it doesn't. The man is a big, sexy biker who is used to having his every word obeyed. Misled is violent. Ms. Kelly lets us know this is an MC in chaos within the ranks and at war outside. The body count is high with one particularly heartbreaking. The profanity Outlaw uses fits his character. Meggie calls him a psycho and his comeback is he's her psycho. Once he falls under Megan's spell, there's no going back and he turns into this super sexy Me-Caveman-This-My-Woman. In other words, look at Meggie too long and your life is in serious danger. He lets everyone, male and female, know that if Meggie tells them to jump, they ask how high and get right to jumping. Yet, he knows exactly who he is, and wrestles with his conscience. This battle results in a surprising twist. I had to admire Meggie's strength during this time. I surely wouldn't have been as strong and would've given in to every urge I had.

Misled gripped me from the opening pages. I found Chapter 1 hardest to read. Misled is emotional, sexy, violent, and, surprisingly, humorous in a couple spots. For instance, Outlaw teaching Meggie the correct terminology for the male and female anatomy. Other spots are completely heartbreaking.

The author doesn't plan to turn this into a series, but, I, for one, am already campaigning for Johnnie's story to be told.

5 Fleur-de-lis

Heat level: Hot

 

Picture Perfect SPICY excerpt ISBN: 9781931761222, a Liquid SilverBooks release, 5/20/2013

“Elliot,” she moaned, a plea and an encouragement.
He took her mouth again. To cover her words and stop himself from losing his sanity and plunging into her without heed. His mouth sipped from hers, caressing her depths, swallowing her moans. He trailed his fingers down her belly, dipped into the indentation of her navel, and glided through the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs. Her legs bent at the knees, spread open, widened when his fingers touched her hot, wet core. He closed his eyes, the feel of her juices slipping down his fingers maddening. He found her clitoris, teased and circled a finger around the swollen nub. Caressed her soft wet folds. Her lips skimmed his jawline, the column of his neck, the pulse point there.
“I love your cologne,” she said on a deep intake of breath, licking the spot where he always dabbed some. “Since the moment I met you, this scent has driven me wild.”
Her tongue caressed that spot again, and his body jerked, sensitized to her, her touch.
“Made me want to bury my face in the crook of your neck.” Which she did and pressed another kiss to the spot. “Made me want to taste you and lick you and suck you.”
“Goddamn!” he muttered, hoarse, guttural, her velvet softness hotter, wetter against his fingers.
Her hands roamed over his chest, circled his nipples, brushed against his abdomen. Closed around his straining length.
“You’re so big,” she murmured against his neck, her fingers stroking his cock. “Will it fit into my mouth?”
Her mouth? “Sonofabitch.”
He pumped against her hand, felt the beads of moisture seep from the tip of him. “You can’t—” He began on a strangled moan.
“You tasted me. I want to taste you. Don’t tell me no. Please?” she whispered.
Tell her no? The thought just processed before her lips trailed down his body, her silky tresses trailing along with her, tickling and tormenting him.
Her tongue dragged across the swollen head of his length, tasted the pre-cum. Sensation streaked along his nerve endings, tore through his brain, his heart. He forced his gaze to her, forced the words to form that would tell her to stop. Her gray gaze, burning molten silver, met his. Her lips stretched around the length of him. His cock jerked, surged halfway into her mouth, against her throat. His breath came in short gasps, and her mouth began to move against him, the flat of her tongue stroking the underside of his flesh. His hips moved to the rhythm of her bobbing head. Her wild mass of hair fanned against her cheeks, trailed along his thighs. She raised her head, stared at him, and allowed the tip of her tongue to dip into his slit, drawing beads of seed from him.
“You taste delicious,” she whispered, closing her mouth around him and sucking hard.
Pleasure exploded in him, and, instead of pulling her head away, he buried his hands in her hair and held her against him. She sucked again, and his hands twisted in her hair, a hoarse groan escaping his lips. Her tongue slid along his hot length, soothing his raging turmoil, allowing him a measure of control. A moment of sanity. He drew in a breath and loosened his grip on her. “I’m close to coming.” He managed to push the words out, but damned his honor. “Stop this now.”
“I came in your mouth.” She dipped her head again and drew so hard on him he wrenched her hair as his balls tightened. His seed gushed from him and into her mouth. He shouted, called her name as she sucked him without mercy, drinking every drop of him.
He released his grip on her hair, his heart hammering, his body weightless. Her lips were at his neck again. Tasting the cologne she said drove her wild. The cologne he’d keep stocked by the gallons.
He adjusted his hold on her, flipping her onto her back. He stared down at her in wonder.
She rubbed her hand along the contours of his face, adoration on her own. “I wanted to make you feel good. Give you the pleasure you gave me.”
Her soft words, her sweet touch, humbled him. Touched something deep within him. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, breathing in the scent of her desire, his own desire.
Elliot slid his knuckles along her cheek, trailing his touch down her body until he reached her hot sheath. He groaned at Alexis’ mewl of satisfaction. She arched into his hand, her pubic hair tickling his palm. His thumb pressed against the glistening pearl hidden between her folds, and she rocked her hips to his probing touch, bringing his mouth to hers and swallowing her gasp. His thumb continued to manipulate her clitoris, his mouth mating with hers, showing her what he intended to do with her body.
Her sighs and the rocking of her hips almost unmanned him. Blood swelled his length once again, thickening him near to bursting. Her breath came in short gasps, her juices dripping from her. He pulled his mouth from hers, glided his lips down the column of her throat, which she bared to him as she threw her head back. His path continued between the valley of her breasts, down her flat belly. He brushed kisses along her mound, until his seeking mouth found her liquid center.
Still pressing his thumb against her nub of pulsating nerves, he tongued her. Quivers arced through her loins and against his mouth.
“Elliot!” she groaned.
“You like it when I tongue your clit?” he demanded and lapped her, her scent and taste driving him mad.
She whimpered, her body shaking, her slick heat coating his lips, a little more of her cream seeping from her at his words. She rolled her hips against his mouth.
“I could lick you for hours,” he admitted, spearing his tongue into her and out again. “Do you like my mouth on you?” Her moans filled his head, the taste of her spicy musk tormenting him. “I want to know. Tell me.”
“Y-yes,” she gasped, straining to push against his mouth again. “I like it.”
“You like what?” he asked, punctuated by a long, slow lick. “Tell me what you like.”
She whimpered again, clutched the sheets, and arched her hips toward him in a helpless gesture.
“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you want. I like your mouth on my cock.” He slipped a finger into her narrow channel, stroking, meeting the barrier of her innocence. She moaned, grew wetter. “Is my hand enough for you until I join with you?” he asked, knowing it wasn’t, wondering how he’d not spend himself then and there.
“N-no,” she whimpered, her peak near, at the edge. He had only to manipulate his finger inside her a little more. Stroke her core. Lick her clitoris. “I want … I want your mouth,” she cried, parting her legs farther, exposed and open to him, rocking against his fingers. “Lick me.” Her fingers pulled her taut nipples. “T-tongue my clit.”                                                              


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