Stacy Gail has done it again ... another muscular, hot, powerful tattoo artist from the House of Payne.
Loki, a legacy member of the Gravediggers MC, has crossed the wrong woman this time. Read HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI to enjoy all the passion these two are fighting and some serious Alpha male groveling.
Loki, a legacy member of the Gravediggers MC, has crossed the wrong woman this time. Read HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI to enjoy all the passion these two are fighting and some serious Alpha male groveling.
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Excerpt from HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI
Eyes on him, Alice put a hand on the bike’s chrome ape-hanger handlebars. Grim satisfaction speared through her when he went statue-still.
Hello, Achilles heel.
“Lady,” he said, his voice so soft it sent a shiver down her spine. “It’s your turn now to think about consequences, yeah? I don’t raise a hand to women, that’s true. But whether or not you’ve got a dick won’t mean fuckin’ shit to me if you’re looking to damage what’s mine.”
She gave the handlebar an experimental shake, then hesitated. It would take some muscle, but she could push it over. But the pink lady was right; it was clearly the one thing he loved, and enough damage had already been done. In good conscience, she couldn’t add to the misery. “Go ahead and try to stop me from—”
Holy shit, he was fast.
And he’d caught her in the middle of a sentence.
How rude.
It only took a couple steps for him to close the distance between them. As he did, his arms came up like a huge clamp to grab her in a smothering bearhug. She whirled away, keeping her weight on her toes before she dropped and spun into a low sweeping kick, the back of her leg slamming against his booted ankles.
She’d executed this sweep kick a thousand times before, both while in taekwondo tournaments and in teaching self-defense classes at Felix’s gym. She knew this move like she knew her own face. But, wow, pitting it against this breathtaking specimen of raw masculinity was something else again. It was like she’d kicked a tree trunk at its base. The impact of it jarred her so much it rattled her eyes in their sockets.
Holy crap, this guy was solid.
Luckily the ankle sweep did the trick—no doubt because she’d surprised him—and he went down on his ass. Smoothly she whirled with the momentum she’d created with the spin kick and struck a defensive pose. If she’d seen one of her self-defense students acting this way, she would have screamed at them for not running like hell at this point.
But she wasn’t trying to get away.
This man had to pay for the misery he’d caused, either in the money he’d stolen, or in blood.
The choice was his.
“Look at that.” The light in his eyes turned savage as he pushed to his booted feet with a fluidity that made her back up another step, her moves light and on her toes. “Little girl’s got some moves in her bag of tricks.”
“I haven’t been little since I was ten.”
“Yeah, you’ve got the kind of legs that probably looked gawky and ridiculous at that age. Bet all the kids called you names. Stretch, or Baby Giraffe, maybe.”
“Storky Alice, actually. But don’t worry about little ol’ me. I taught them not to.”
“Oh, I bet you did, Alice. Nice, old-fashioned name, by the way,” he went on, his smile a white slash in his beard while he watched her with eyes so strangely hot she felt scorched all over. “Good thing for you I’ve got a weakness for nice old-fashioned names and long, fuck-me-now legs. Good God, woman. You’re just about perfect, you know that?”
A wave of heat flashed through her that almost--almost—felt like alarm. “I just landed you on your finely toned ass, and you call me perfect? You must like it rough.”
“Oh, baby, I fuckin’ love it rough. And by the way, Stems, I’m thrilled you like the look of my ass. Believe me, that feeling’s more than mutual.”
Arrrgh. “Just get over here and take what’s coming to you.”
“Do I look stupid to you?”
“You look…” Hot. Indescribably, overwhelmingly hot, with eyes that were undressing her where she stood, and for some insane reason her brain was hopelessly distracted by it. “Powerful.”
“You know it.” He outright flexed, showing her without preening just how right she was. “Thing is, you’ve still got murder in your eyes. And while I’m crazy enough to find that so fucking hot I can hardly concentrate, I’m still smart enough to know you’re going to kick me to death with those heart-stopping stems once I get within range. Am I right?”
Shit. “You sound like you doubt I can do this. Come on ever here. Let’s find out.”
Hello, Achilles heel.
“Lady,” he said, his voice so soft it sent a shiver down her spine. “It’s your turn now to think about consequences, yeah? I don’t raise a hand to women, that’s true. But whether or not you’ve got a dick won’t mean fuckin’ shit to me if you’re looking to damage what’s mine.”
She gave the handlebar an experimental shake, then hesitated. It would take some muscle, but she could push it over. But the pink lady was right; it was clearly the one thing he loved, and enough damage had already been done. In good conscience, she couldn’t add to the misery. “Go ahead and try to stop me from—”
Holy shit, he was fast.
And he’d caught her in the middle of a sentence.
How rude.
It only took a couple steps for him to close the distance between them. As he did, his arms came up like a huge clamp to grab her in a smothering bearhug. She whirled away, keeping her weight on her toes before she dropped and spun into a low sweeping kick, the back of her leg slamming against his booted ankles.
She’d executed this sweep kick a thousand times before, both while in taekwondo tournaments and in teaching self-defense classes at Felix’s gym. She knew this move like she knew her own face. But, wow, pitting it against this breathtaking specimen of raw masculinity was something else again. It was like she’d kicked a tree trunk at its base. The impact of it jarred her so much it rattled her eyes in their sockets.
Holy crap, this guy was solid.
Luckily the ankle sweep did the trick—no doubt because she’d surprised him—and he went down on his ass. Smoothly she whirled with the momentum she’d created with the spin kick and struck a defensive pose. If she’d seen one of her self-defense students acting this way, she would have screamed at them for not running like hell at this point.
But she wasn’t trying to get away.
This man had to pay for the misery he’d caused, either in the money he’d stolen, or in blood.
The choice was his.
“Look at that.” The light in his eyes turned savage as he pushed to his booted feet with a fluidity that made her back up another step, her moves light and on her toes. “Little girl’s got some moves in her bag of tricks.”
“I haven’t been little since I was ten.”
“Yeah, you’ve got the kind of legs that probably looked gawky and ridiculous at that age. Bet all the kids called you names. Stretch, or Baby Giraffe, maybe.”
“Storky Alice, actually. But don’t worry about little ol’ me. I taught them not to.”
“Oh, I bet you did, Alice. Nice, old-fashioned name, by the way,” he went on, his smile a white slash in his beard while he watched her with eyes so strangely hot she felt scorched all over. “Good thing for you I’ve got a weakness for nice old-fashioned names and long, fuck-me-now legs. Good God, woman. You’re just about perfect, you know that?”
A wave of heat flashed through her that almost--almost—felt like alarm. “I just landed you on your finely toned ass, and you call me perfect? You must like it rough.”
“Oh, baby, I fuckin’ love it rough. And by the way, Stems, I’m thrilled you like the look of my ass. Believe me, that feeling’s more than mutual.”
Arrrgh. “Just get over here and take what’s coming to you.”
“Do I look stupid to you?”
“You look…” Hot. Indescribably, overwhelmingly hot, with eyes that were undressing her where she stood, and for some insane reason her brain was hopelessly distracted by it. “Powerful.”
“You know it.” He outright flexed, showing her without preening just how right she was. “Thing is, you’ve still got murder in your eyes. And while I’m crazy enough to find that so fucking hot I can hardly concentrate, I’m still smart enough to know you’re going to kick me to death with those heart-stopping stems once I get within range. Am I right?”
Shit. “You sound like you doubt I can do this. Come on ever here. Let’s find out.”
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MORE ABOUT HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI
Alice’s life…
…is falling apart. She’s penniless, jobless, and a week away from being evicted. Every last ounce of her misery can be dropped on the doorstep of one man—Loki, legacy member of the Gravediggers MC and tattooist at House Of Payne. One way or another, she’s going to make that monster pay.
Loki’s life…
…turns upside down when a long-legged beauty flips him onto his ass like she’s an escapee from a bad kung-fu flick. He has no clue who Alice Halliday is, but he’s determined to change that.
Their lives…
…are getting complicated. The vulnerable woman Loki sees hiding beneath a tough exterior fires up his protective instincts, and when he realizes Alice is up to her neck in all kinds of trouble, he’s determined to save the day. Sure, Gravediggers aren’t the usual kind of knight in shining armor, but Alice isn’t the usual kind of damsel in distress.
And damn, her distress is something else again.
Alice knows there are no heroes in real life, but Loki seems to be on a mission to prove her wrong. At every turn, he takes the pieces of her shattered world and builds a new one that revolves around him. But just as she begins to trust him to be the hero she needs, is he willing to let go of his Gravedigger ways to deal with the responsibility of taking care of all of her, including her heart?
Alice’s life…
…is falling apart. She’s penniless, jobless, and a week away from being evicted. Every last ounce of her misery can be dropped on the doorstep of one man—Loki, legacy member of the Gravediggers MC and tattooist at House Of Payne. One way or another, she’s going to make that monster pay.
Loki’s life…
…turns upside down when a long-legged beauty flips him onto his ass like she’s an escapee from a bad kung-fu flick. He has no clue who Alice Halliday is, but he’s determined to change that.
Their lives…
…are getting complicated. The vulnerable woman Loki sees hiding beneath a tough exterior fires up his protective instincts, and when he realizes Alice is up to her neck in all kinds of trouble, he’s determined to save the day. Sure, Gravediggers aren’t the usual kind of knight in shining armor, but Alice isn’t the usual kind of damsel in distress.
And damn, her distress is something else again.
Alice knows there are no heroes in real life, but Loki seems to be on a mission to prove her wrong. At every turn, he takes the pieces of her shattered world and builds a new one that revolves around him. But just as she begins to trust him to be the hero she needs, is he willing to let go of his Gravedigger ways to deal with the responsibility of taking care of all of her, including her heart?
HOUSE OF PAYNE: LOKI
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Meet Author STACY GAIL
A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance author, or a romance author who was also a figure skating pro. Now, with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.
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