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Castle of Kings

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Betty Shreffler

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Jake F*cking Castle
When he walks into a room, he owns it. He consumes my very breath and melts my delicate little panties. From the moment he set eyes on me, he decided I was his. No one – not even my brother, Nix – was going to tell him otherwise. It doesn’t matter that Nix is President of the Kings MC Club. Jake wants what he wants, and he’ll set out to get it, whatever the cost.
Jake may be an arrogant asshole, but there’s no denying the hold he has over me. His fierce, carnal need to make me his, and his alone, is a snare I can’t escape. And truth be told, I don’t want to.
But when my life becomes threatened, Jake Castle is the only man my brother trusts to protect me. He knows Jake will do anything to keep me safe.

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AS I APPROACHED the aged, wood sided Kings’ MC house, it felt as if the last four years hadn’t changed a thing. Harleys lined the side of the street due to the overflowing parking lot. The sound of music and voices carried well beyond the walls, sending a sensation of nostalgia straight through me.

I glanced up at my brother, Nix, and took in his appearance. Four years had given him a few extra creases around his vibrant green eyes, but he’s still as good-looking and fit as the last time I saw him. While I was away at nursing school, he kept up the bike shop and bar, helping to pay my tuition. If not for him, I wouldn’t have been able to return home with my Bachelor’s in Nursing.

Being completely out of touch with the current club members had my stomach fighting a slow swirl of nervous butterflies. My feet began to lag on my way up the steps.

“Why the hell did I agree to come here?”

Nix rested his hand on my shoulder and ushered me toward the entrance, a grin splitting his lips.

“It’ll be fun,” he assured me.

“You know I don’t do your parties.”

“Trust me, you’ll have a good time. My brothers will be on their best behavior with you here. Besides, there’s a couple of them I’d like you to meet. I could see you hitting it off.”

“I must have been desperate to agree to this.”

“Liz, you always think my brothers are wild misfits,” Nix chuckled. “Well they are, but that’s not all we are. There’s so much more to the club and the men who belong to it.”

“You mean beers, bikes, and women?” I snickered, turning to face him.

Nix’s face twisted into a frown. “How about the charity rides and events?”

I let out a breath in self-resignation. “Fair enough. And what is the event tonight?”

“A charity auction and it’s fight night.”

“Fight night?”

“Yeah, you’ll see later. The guys will place bids and whoever wins gets his choice of whatever he wants. Most take cash, some pick something out of the shop for their bikes, some have special requests. Whatever they want. That’s the rules.”

“This should be interesting.”

As we reached the doors, a cacophony of voices, clinking glasses, and boots shuffling the floor mixed with the loud, heart-pumping music in the background. Nix pushed the doors open and placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me into the crowd. Familiar faces, wearing the usual black vests or jackets with the silver skull and crown, lifted from their conversations and waved at us.

Nix stopped at the first table and began his evening of playing host. Being naturally social and a man feared as much as he is revered, he fits the role perfectly. When our Uncle Dallas who’d practically raised us passed away, he left the bike shop and bar to Nix. Nix couldn’t have been happier to take over. Nix was a spitting image of Dallas in every way—looks and personality. The discussion of whether or not Nix really was Dallas’ kid had come up in conversation a few times among the club members, but that rumor was never proven. Our mother took off on us when we were kids, and we haven’t seen her since. Our father died from cancer a couple years later, leaving his brother, Dallas, the responsibility of raising two rebellious pre-teens. To everyone’s surprise, we turned out to be well-behaved human beings, most of the time.

“You look beautiful tonight,” my Aunt May crooned in my ear. Meeting her gaze, I took in the longer length of her hair and the new gray streaks accenting her amber eyes. She twisted one of my long, loose, dark curls around her finger and flipped it off my shoulder. “Nix will have to keep a protective eye on you. Every man in here is going to want your attention.”

“Well, Aunt May,” I clicked my tongue against my cheek, “you know my attention is hard to get.”

“That’s my girl. Make those men work for that tail.” With one swift slap, her hand came across my ass.

“You’re too much.” Shaking my head, I grinned at my spirited Aunt. I pointed toward the bar, getting Nix’s attention. “I’m getting a drink.”

He nodded and continued on with his meet and greets. Aunt May walked with me to the wood top bar, the Kings emblem mounted proudly on the wall behind it. I rested on the stool and smiled at the long-time bartender, Jeff.

“Two shots of blackberry bird dog and a beer to chase it down.”

“On the house, Liz.” He set the drinks on the counter and slid them toward us. “Nice to see you. It’s been a while.”

“Thanks, Jeff. It’s good to see everyone.”

Aunt May tapped my leg and raised her shot glass, waiting for me to take mine. I lifted it and clinked hers before tilting the glass to my lips.

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