{"id":9907,"date":"2023-07-11T01:05:56","date_gmt":"2023-07-11T05:05:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9907"},"modified":"2023-07-10T17:32:29","modified_gmt":"2023-07-10T21:32:29","slug":"teaser-tuesday-rage-by-marteekakarland-romanticsuspense","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9907","title":{"rendered":"Teaser Tuesday – Rage by @MarteekaKarland #romanticsuspense"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A Bones MC Romance<\/span><\/p>\n

(Iron Tzars MC 6)<\/span><\/p>\n

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Romantic Suspense \/ Motorcycle Club Romance \/ Age Gap<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Date Published<\/span><\/b>: July 14, 2023<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pepper — I\u2019m in so much trouble. Though I\u2019ve been with Dustin since I was sixteen, he\u2019s not the man I thought he was. In fact, he\u2019s turned into my worst nightmare. Afraid for the life of my daughter, I run to the only man I trusted with my daughter\u2019s
\nprotection. Rage. He\u2019s Dustin\u2019s half-brother and the scariest
\nman I know. He\u2019s been on the outer edges of my life for four years, always there bailing Dustin out of one mess or another. Also, he hates me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rage — Calm, cool, and collected ain\u2019t my forte. Especially when
\nthere\u2019s danger to someone I care about. So when I find out my brother has threatened his girlfriend and their newborn daughter, you\u2019d think I\u2019d be torn between believing the accusations and defending my brother. Truth is, I\u2019d believe Pepper over Dustin any day of the week. She\u2019s the reason I stuck around after Dustin and his mother got back on their feet after my dad died. From the moment I saw Pepper, I knew she was mine. Good things are worth waiting for, sure, but I\u2019m done waiting. Especially when she drops the baby off in my car and intends on sacrificing herself to save Dustin\u2019s sorry hide. Not on my watch.<\/span><\/p>\n

WARNING: Graphic violence, adult situations, and references to human
\ntrafficking and domestic abuse that may be triggers for some readers.
\nFeatures a grumpy hero and a feisty heroine. Eventual happy ending and NO
\ncheating, as always.<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a92023 Marteeka Karland<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pepper<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I was taking a huge gamble, but I honestly had no idea what else to do. Everyone in town knew about the Iron Tzars, so finding their compound wasn\u2019t hard. The only problem was going to be getting inside and leaving without someone seeing me. The place was locked down like Fort Knox. I finally settled on leaving my precious cargo and a note outside the gate. It wasn\u2019t ideal, but there was no way to get in and out without having to answer questions, and I couldn\u2019t afford that.<\/span><\/p>\n

Waiting until I knew someone was headed toward the gate, I left the infant car seat with the attached canopy pulled up to protect her from the sun while it sat beside the gate. After draping a bright red blanket over it, I went to hide in the bushes. Thankfully, there was a large shade tree where the heat wouldn\u2019t be bad and the sun would be blocked. My heart broke as I hurried to move into the woods surrounding the place. I\u2019d done this dozens of times while preparing to make the drop. I could watch from a safe distance without being seen. The second someone stopped and found my
\nsweet daughter, I could hurry deeper into the woods until I made it to the<\/span><\/p>\n

ATV I had stashed next to a dirt road. From there, I\u2019d do my best to disappear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I watched from the shadows in the fading light as a man and woman on a motorcycle stopped next to the car seat I\u2019d left at that gate. I\u2019d left my heart sound asleep in the form of my daughter, and the terror of the past three weeks finally caught up with me. Tears came in waves of grief, despair, and fear I was barely able to choke back. The only thing that saved me from openly sobbing was knowing it was imperative that I not be discovered. The second the woman picked up the small bundle inside the carrier, I turned and fled.<\/span><\/p>\n

This had been my only option. The only guarantee my daughter would be safe. The note inside would explain it all. I only hoped that the man who the note was meant for would forgive me. After all, he was my daughter\u2019s uncle. The older brother of the man who\u2019d taken my virginity, gotten me pregnant, then tried to kill the baby because he thought I\u2019d ratted him out. The joke was on him, though. I hadn\u2019t been the one to tell his boss he\u2019d been skimming money from the company. That had been his other woman. The one I\u2019d known about but hadn\u2019t cared enough to do anything about because if he was with her, he left me alone.<\/span><\/p>\n

My plan had been perfectly executed. They\u2019d taken Cassie inside with them. They might still turn her over to social services, but I didn\u2019t think so. That wasn\u2019t who Dustin\u2019s brother was. He\u2019d been
\nagainst me getting with Dustin, but had warned Dustin to make sure the baby was taken care of. My letter explained everything. How he\u2019d been right. How I wasn\u2019t right for his brother, and how things had gone so horribly wrong in our lives. Now, Cassie\u2019s only hope for a decent future rested with her uncle. He was abrasive and straight-talking. He\u2019d never wanted me around but was protective of those he considered his. Cassandra might not be his, but she was his blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

Who was I kidding? I was betting my daughter\u2019s future on a man I
\nbarely knew. One who hated me. The man they called\u2026 Rage.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Rage<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cChurch!\u201d Sting snapped. The anger on his face gave me pause.
\nAs a rule, I was the hot-headed one in the club. It\u2019s one reason I got my name. But something was seriously off. Then I saw Sting\u2019s woman, Iris. There were tears in her eyes and\u2026 a baby in her arms?<\/span><\/p>\n

For some reason, that set off alarm bells in my head. There was no reason for me to think this was about me, but I knew it was. My suspicions were confirmed when Sting walked to me and handed me an envelope. It had been opened, and the contents were sticking out at one corner. When I raised my eyebrow, he gave me a hard look.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBaby turns up at the club doorstep, privacy goes out the window.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, the baby ain\u2019t mine. Sure of that,\u201d I grumbled as I opened the letter and skimmed the contents. My eyes got wide, and my heart rate accelerated. \u201cMotherfuck\u2026\u201d So I started over and
\nread it carefully.<\/span><\/p>\n

Virgil,<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry. I know you never wanted me with your brother. You were
\nright, though not about what you probably thought. Having a baby definitely
\nwasn\u2019t a reason to stay together. Dustin\u2019s into something bad
\nwith his job. I didn\u2019t know until it all blew up and he thought I was
\nthe one who turned him in. I can take care of myself, but I can\u2019t risk
\nCassandra.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m giving her to you to protect. Even if I run with her,
\nshe\u2019ll be in danger. From Dustin\u2019s associates. Maybe even Dustin
\nhimself. Despite this rocky beginning, she deserves a happy, safe life. The
\nkind of life I can\u2019t give her now. Please give it to her, however you
\nsee fit.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

You told me the last time we spoke you had no ill will toward me and that
\nif I needed anything for the baby to tell you. I\u2019m taking you at your
\nword and coming to you with this now. You\u2019re the only person I believe
\ncan keep her safe. From the people Dustin works for. From Dustin. From
\nme.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll never ask you for anything again and I\u2019ll never come back
\nand try to take her from you. Once this has passed, if I\u2019m still
\nalive, I\u2019d like to talk with you. To see how she\u2019s doing. If
\nit\u2019s too much for you to have a daughter on your own and you
\ndidn\u2019t think it best to give her to social services, I\u2019ll be
\nhappy to be her mother once again, but only if that\u2019s your wish.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Please be what she needs since I can\u2019t.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m so sorry, Virgil.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

Pepper.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you fuckin\u2019 kiddin\u2019 me?\u201d I crumpled the paper in my fist, anger washing through me. \u201cWhat the shit\u2019s goin\u2019 on?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re going to find out. Starting with Church.\u201d Sting raised his voice, calling out to two of our best trackers. \u201cWalker. Shooter. Need the two of you to scout the area. Lookin\u2019 for the woman who left the kid outside the gate. Doubt she\u2019s gotten far. Find her. Bring her here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure she\u2019s even still in the area, Prez?\u201d Shooter\u2019s voice was quiet as he asked the question. \u201cMight have dropped the kid and split.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I immediately answered, not even having to think about it. \u201cNo.
\nShe\u2019d never leave her kid unattended out in the open like that. She
\nwas watching from a distance. Close enough she could intervene if she needed to.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Sting gave me a hard look. \u201cYou sure? Any woman who gives a baby away –\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fuckin\u2019 sure.\u201d My anger was spiking. This was such horseshit! \u201cPepper ain\u2019t that kinda woman. That little girl was her entire world from the moment she found out she\u2019d gotten knocked up. She\u2019s got a good fuckin\u2019 reason for what she\u2019s doin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood.\u201d Sting nodded at Walker and Shooter. \u201cMen, go hunting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech\/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Author\u2019s Instagram and Twitter: <\/b><\/span>@MarteekaKarland<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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