{"id":9878,"date":"2023-06-20T01:05:43","date_gmt":"2023-06-20T05:05:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9878"},"modified":"2023-06-18T15:46:52","modified_gmt":"2023-06-18T19:46:52","slug":"teaser-tuesday-savage-raptors-mc-book-3-a-dixie-reapers-bad-boys-romance-harleyw_writer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9878","title":{"rendered":"Teaser Tuesday – Savage Raptors MC, Book 3 – A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance @HarleyW_Writer"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Savage Raptors MC, Book 3 – A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance<\/span><\/p>\n

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Motorcycle Club Romance<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Date Published<\/span><\/b>: June 23, 2023<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Publisher:<\/b> Changeling Press LLC<\/span><\/p>\n

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Casey — It’s been a year since I showed up on my dad’s doorstep with my surprise, you have a daughter bomb. He took me in. Gave me the first true home and family I’ve ever had. But now I want more. There’s been one man who’s always watching over me. Maui. He’s one of the club’s officers, and so much older than me. To me, age is just a number. Does he feel the same? Or is he only taking care of me because I’m his President’s daughter? With
\nMaui, I want everything, but will he want someone as broken as me?<\/span><\/p>\n

Maui — I told myself I was too old for her. Tried to just be her friend. Then I hear her screaming in her sleep, and I realize what types of monsters she’s been fighting on her own. She needs me, and I need her. Whatever it takes, Casey and her baby will be mine. But first, I need to get a little bloody because there’s no way I’m letting anyone live after they’ve hurt my family. I’ll wipe them off the face of the earth so Casey won’t be scared anymore. I hope she accepts the darker side of me. Either way, she’s mine and I’m hers.<\/span><\/p>\n

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WARNING: Content intended for adult readers. Maui contains darker subjects which might trigger some readers, as well as violence and bad language.
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Maui<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone thought Casey would be excited to celebrate her birthday. The young woman I\u2019d been watching didn\u2019t look like today was the least bit special. She\u2019d been through hell. If anyone had a right to not feel like celebrating, it was her. She\u2019d shown up at the clubhouse, seventeen and pregnant, and I knew it had been a big blow for her dad. The Pres had never mentioned having a woman, or a kid. I wondered how long it had festered inside him, hiding all the pain of losing his family.<\/span><\/p>\n

During the time I\u2019d spent with Casey since she arrived, I\u2019d
\nlearned quite a bit about her. Like the fact she\u2019d never really
\ncelebrated her birthday, wouldn\u2019t divulge the name of the guy
\nwho\u2019d knocked her up, and she planned to live her life for her
\ndaughter. She\u2019d taken on a lot of responsibility, and I\u2019d done
\nmy best to help her shoulder some of it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Which was why I found myself on her porch, with Rebel. Atilla and Solena had sent us over with a note. Basically, we were to let her pick who she wanted to spend the day with, then give her a memorable birthday. Just not memorable enough to have Atilla threaten our lives. He\u2019d already made sure we knew what would happen if we touched his precious daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou going to knock?\u201d Rebel asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou do it.\u201d I was an asshole. Why did I make him knock? Because if we woke up Casey, I didn\u2019t want to be the one at fault.<\/span><\/p>\n

She opened the door and looked like she might drop at any second.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, guys. Did Dad send you over to get me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rebel flashed her his signature grin, guaranteed to drop panties, and I fought the urge to throat punch him. Instead, I shoved my hands in my pockets and let him dig his own grave. She didn\u2019t look ready to handle his bullshit today.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a choice,\u201d Rebel said. \u201cThe note explains it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He handed her the envelope. I knew what was inside. A birthday card from her dad and Solena, along with a message from each. I\u2019d read it as they\u2019d written it earlier. Atilla had kept things somewhat simple. You have a choice to make. I asked Rebel to take you to dinner, dancing, and make sure you had the best birthday ever.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Then there was Solena\u2019s message, which was why I hadn\u2019t dressed
\nup too much before coming over. Unlike Rebel, who\u2019d styled his hair, doused himself in cologne, and gone all out. Solena was on my side, and her message proved it. Maui is there to give you whatever you really need for your birthday. I doubt it\u2019s a night out on the town like your dad thinks. But you should know both were threatened with death and
\ndismemberment if they laid a hand on you.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Casey snickered after reading the card. Good. She needed to laugh
\nmore.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, which of us will you be spending the night with?\u201d Rebel asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. She shook her head at his antics. If he wasn\u2019t such a nice guy, I\u2019d have been tempted to kick his ass right off the porch.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hate to disappoint you both, but\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou aren\u2019t up for going out,\u201d I said. That meant I had a better shot at spending time with her than Rebel. \u201cWhen did you last sleep?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI sleep every night,\u201d she muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I mean,\u201d I said. \u201cDon\u2019t be a smartass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. \u201cBecca had a fever, and she\u2019s still having reflux. I still have to be careful if I don\u2019t want her to throw up her food.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s eight months now, isn\u2019t she?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. I\u2019m starting to get her mashed up banana, yogurt, and other things like that. Those do better with her than the pureed baby food. Do the two of you want to come in?\u201d Casey asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rebel shook his head. Smart man. \u201cI think I\u2019ll head out. I hope
\nyou\u2019ve had a happy birthday, Casey. I\u2019ll take you out for lunch
\nsometime soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sure he would. Over my dead body. As much as I didn\u2019t want to be one of those asshole cavemen, when it came to Casey, all bets were off. I didn\u2019t like how close she\u2019d gotten with Rebel. At the same time, I knew she needed the support of everyone around her. It felt like I was caught between a rock and a hard place.<\/span><\/p>\n

He waved as he stepped off the porch and wandered off into the night. I studied Casey, wondering if she was still okay with me going inside. She\u2019d never turned me away, but typically I came over to help with Becca. Tonight, it would only be the two of us. I\u2019d heard Atilla offered to babysit. Had he already picked her up? Lately, it felt like something was building between me and Casey, but I didn\u2019t know if it was wishful thinking on my part. Casey could have any man she wanted.<\/span><\/p>\n

For a lot of people, the age gap between us would be too much. As far as I was concerned, it was just a number. Who the hell cared? As long as it didn\u2019t bother Casey, then I was fine with it. Her dad might take a little convincing, although he tried not to be too overbearing after not being part of her life for so long. As he often said, she\u2019d grown up just fine without his input.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou coming in?\u201d she asked, taking a step back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s Becca?\u201d I scanned the room as I entered her tiny home. Solena had mentioned babysitting, but it didn\u2019t mean they already had her. I\u2019d assumed it was only Casey at home right now, but it might not be the case. If Becca was here, I wasn\u2019t about to send
\nher away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s sleeping at Dad\u2019s tonight. Now I know why he took her.\u201d She patted my arm. \u201cI really appreciate you wanting to take me out for my birthday. I\u2019m sorry I\u2019m not up for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s your day, Casey. Which means we do whatever you want.
\nLooks to me like you need some help around here more than you need dinner and a movie. Although, there\u2019s no reason we can\u2019t still do that right here.\u201d I rolled up my shirt sleeves. She could relax while I cleaned, cooked, and prepared a special night for her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure you\u2019re okay with this?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo take a hot bath or a nap. Your choice. I\u2019ll pick up around here and get dinner going. Any requests?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Anything is fine.\u201d She paused before going into her room.
\n\u201cSolena brought over a cake this morning. We can have some for
\ndessert. It has fruit filling and whipped frosting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAlready had some?\u201d I smiled, picturing her digging into the
\ncake. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. So damn cute. \u201cGo relax. I\u2019ll call you when dinner is ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I picked up what little trash I found in the main living areas, emptied her kitchen garbage can, loaded the dishwasher, and dug through the cabinets to figure out what I\u2019d cook. I\u2019d just preheated the oven when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I\u2019d turned the ringer off, not wanting anyone to disturb my time with Casey.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wire\u2019s name flashed across the screen, and I knew I needed to take
\nthe call.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFind something?\u201d I asked. It had been months, and so far, neither he nor Lavender had dug up anything. Except they said the
\nguy\u2019s record was too clean, as in it had been doctored by
\nsomeone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe. We know who his closest friends were back then. They
\naren\u2019t quite as clean as Casey\u2019s ex. One is currently doing time
\nfor rape. Another left the country, and the third is still in the same town as Casey\u2019s ex. They have a beer together at least once a
\nweek.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLavender has an idea who cleaned the kid\u2019s records. If she can
\nget in touch with the hacker responsible, and feel him out, we might be able to put a few pieces of the puzzle together. Just don\u2019t hold your breath.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I whistled. \u201cMan, you mean to tell me there\u2019s something the two
\nof you can\u2019t do? I\u2019m in shock right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShut it, fucker. We aren\u2019t getting any younger, and some of
\nthe fresh blood out there is nearly as good as we were at their age. Give them time, and a few might surpass us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep me posted. It\u2019s her eighteenth birthday today, so I\u2019m at her place making dinner. If I don\u2019t answer, I\u2019ll call back when I can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I ended the call and put my phone away before working on dinner again. I\u2019d found bell pepper and onion in the fridge, as well as hamburger meat and shredded cheese. While Casey didn\u2019t seem to have any taco shells, I\u2019d found some taco bowls. I baked them in the oven while I browned the meat and veggies, seasoning it enough to add some flavor without making it too strong for Casey. Cilantro lime rice was the next thing to start. Dinner might not be fancy, but I knew it was something she liked, since I\u2019d made it for her before. Unless she\u2019d lied to spare my feelings. Too late to worry about it now.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once everything was done, I set the table and called out to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCasey, dinner is done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be there in a minute,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t realized she\u2019d come out of her room and gone into the
\nbathroom until I heard the water sloshing before the sound of the tub draining. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself. The thought of her standing just one room away, and naked, had my cock\u2019s full attention. Last thing I needed was to sport wood when she came out of there. She might very well run screaming from the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

Since I\u2019d never cared much for sweet tea, Casey always kept some soda stocked. She\u2019d offered to keep beer in the fridge for the times I dropped by, but I wasn\u2019t a big drinker. Not to mention I didn\u2019t
\nwant to drink around Becca. My brother had driven his car off the side of a winding highway, down an embankment, and into the ocean. He\u2019d been drunk off his ass and the accident had kept me from alcohol for a long time. I had the occasional drink with my club brothers, but it didn\u2019t happen often.<\/span><\/p>\n

I set out a soda for me and a glass of tea for Casey. She came to the table wearing an off-the-shoulder top and leggings. Barefoot. The woman was driving me crazy, and she wasn\u2019t even trying.<\/span><\/p>\n

About the Author<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Harley Wylde is an International Bestselling Author of MC Romances. When Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off-the-charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the
\nworld, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.<\/span><\/p>\n

Author\u2019s Instagram, TikTok, and Facebook:<\/b> @harleywylde<\/span><\/p>\n

Author on Twitter: <\/b>@HarleyW_Writer<\/span><\/p>\n

Publisher on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram:<\/b> @changelingpress<\/span><\/p>\n

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