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Sons of Odin MC #1
Violetta Rand
Releasing December 8th, 2015
Loveswept
If you love the motorcycle romances
of Joanna Wylde and Julie Ann Walker, don’t miss Violetta Rand’s
irresistible novel about a sexy-as-sin biker who tempts a good girl to go
bad.
Lang Anderson may be the new leader
of the Sons of Odin motorcycle club, but his personal life is in shreds. He’s
struggling to take care of his three young sisters in the wake of tragedy,
while rumors of drug dealing within his ranks jeopardize everything he’s built.
The last thing he needs is another distraction—like a bar brawl over a
woman—but Lang is a sucker for a damsel in distress. And this one gets him
roaring like a finely tuned engine.
High school guidance counselor Lily
Gallo is no fender bunny. So why can’t she get Lang off her mind? Lily’s head
says the rugged, rough-and-tumble biker who came to her aid is bad news. Her
body begs to differ. But when Lang’s troubled kid sister walks into her office,
Lily’s determined to help, even if it puts her in the crossfire of a gang war.
On a crash course with danger and desire, Lily partners up with Lang to fight
for his family—and for love.
Corpus
had its share of cases that made the national news. Mix in an outlaw bike club
and the story went viral on social media within fifteen minutes.
And
his sisters had access to it and had watched in horror as Uncle Jessie was
escorted into court. The questions his youngest sister, Trisha, asked broke his
heart. Why is
Uncle Jess chained up like an animal? Did he do something bad? Will we ever see
him again? Are you going away too?
It
was all he could do to hold himself back and not follow the prosecutor to her
car and give the bitch a Texas-sized welcome—one she’d never forget. He smoked
his Marlboro down to the filter and tossed it on the ground. The status quo
didn’t satisfy Lang anymore. He wanted more, or less, depending on what
perspective he took. More for his family, less heat from the cops.
“Lang.”
Several
Brothers had spent the afternoon in court waiting for Jess to be arraigned.
Merritt approached, wearing a frown on his bearded face. “He’s fucked,” he
commented, shaking his head. “Racketeering, witness tampering, and murder.”
“All
true,” Lang confirmed. Why lie out of earshot? “He just got caught.”
“The
club can’t afford another shakedown,” Merritt said.
Lang
agreed. Time to remind members that representing the club didn’t mean
attracting negative publicity. Jess’s lax leadership hadn’t helped. “First line
of business,” Lang started. “Fast-tracking Vincent and Merk. Time to patch
out.”
“You
won’t get any arguments from me—but Patrick, Sampson, and Moco might not
agree.”
Lang
already knew he’d meet with some resistance. Appointing officers was the sole
right of the president. What the charter needed most was new blood. Men with a
different perspective. Like any business, the club had centralized power. All
men weren’t created equal. Respect was given first, then earned, just like the
fucking patches on his back. He fully intended to teach his Brothers the
difference.
Charter
rules were chiseled in stone like the Ten Commandments. And if anyone
disagreed, they’d lose their membership, maybe their right to breathe.
Eventually
the other Brothers filed out of the building. Lang imagined they looked out of
place standing together in the middle of the afternoon wearing leathers and
combat boots. Unlike attorneys and their clients shuffling in and out in their
Sunday best, the Sons of Odin always wore their cuts whenever they represented
the club, regardless of the venue.
The
stares and whispers their presence evoked inspired Patrick and Sampson to
retaliate. They flipped off a couple in the entryway and then Patrick lit a
joint, blowing the acrid smoke in their direction.
“Contact
high,” he laughed at them. “Get the fucking corncobs out of your asses.”
“Hey.”
Lang tapped his shoulder angrily. This was a perfect example of the juvenile
mentality he planned on eradicating. “Not the time or place. We already have a
PR nightmare on our hands.”
The
Corpus Christi elite wanted clubs like the Sons of Odin dismantled, but average
residents were often the beneficiaries of the generosity of the club. It was
always the first to donate when disaster struck the city, and even the paper
occasionally touted the members as heroes.
Keeping
club image in mind, Lang knew when enough was enough. “Let’s go,” he commanded,
leading them to the far side of the parking lot, where their Harleys were lined
up like tanks.
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An environmental scientist by day, Violetta Rand has
been in love with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial
spirit at a young age, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend
and sold them in her neighborhood. Rand enjoys outdoor activities, music,
reading, and losing herself in the world she brings to life in the pages of her
stories. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful
relationship with her husband.
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