Blood Fury MC

Genres: Action & Adventure Romance; Contemporary Romance; Erotic & Steamy Romance; Motorcycle Club Romance; Small-town Romance; Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

From Book 1:

Despite spilled blood and broken bones, from the ashes Blood Fury will once again rise.

Trip, son of the former president of the Blood Fury MC, is determined to resurrect his dead father's destroyed club. It'll be a long, difficult road as the new president attempts to rebuild the club from the cold ashes left behind.

Bad blood and bitter memories are only some of the obstacles Trip has to overcome. The local police department, Manning Grove PD, is another, since they don't want to see their small town once again overrun by outlaw bikers.

Then there's Stella, a local bar owner and a major distraction Trip doesn't need, but can't resist, even though she gives him every reason to. She's tough, she's broken, and the last thing she wants in her life is a man like him.

In the end, Trip has to decide if the war is worth fighting. And if Stella is the warrior he needs battling by his side.

Blood & Bones: Trip is the first book in the Blood Fury MC series. As always, this book has no cheating, no cliffhanger and has an HEA. While it's recommended to read my Brothers in Blue series first, it's not necessary.

Publisher: Double-J Romance, Inc.

Sample

Prologue

Turn the key

 

Trip stood in the middle of the deserted building, shaking his head, wondering if it was worth the fucking hassle to start the club back up. To reclaim its territory.

But what other fucking choice did he have?

He’d already had it set in his mind, not only to do it, but to do it right this time.

He wouldn’t let his father’s club, which died a violent death, just remain a memory. And a bad one at that.

But now that he had done his time in the Marines, done his time in prison, he needed something.

Because he had nothing.

Except his granddaddy’s run-down farm, a barn full of farm equipment he had no clue how to use and didn’t want to, and the abandoned warehouse he was currently standing in on the outskirts of town.

While he was in prison, his lawyer had shown up and read him his granddaddy’s will.

Yeah. He got everything.

Sig got nothing.

Trip was sure his brother wasn’t happy about that, if he even knew.

But most likely Granddaddy had made up the will when Trip was still doing time in the service and not doing it behind bars. Unlike Sig who had been in and out of county jail, or the state pen, off and on since he turned eighteen.

But now here he stood. In an empty building, feeling fucking overwhelmed. But still, it was something.

And something was better than nothing.

He also had new ink on his back and an old cut in his hand.

The leather was worn, the rockers and patches on it dirty. All except one.

One rectangular patch on the front had been torn off by his own fingers after using the point of his buck knife to loosen the threads. The patch that used to say “Buck” was now replaced with one that said “Trip.” But above it, the patch that had deemed Buck as president remained. That now belonged to Trip.

He’d also used that same knife to remove the 1% diamond patch off the back. He wouldn’t need that one anymore.

The club used to be outlaw. But Trip was determined to keep it above board. For the most part.

He’d spent many a night down in Shadow Valley talking with the members of the Dirty Angels MC, soaking up everything their prez named Z told him. Learning how to rebuild Blood Fury stronger than ever. How to keep the money flowing into the club’s coffers.

One way to do that was to keep the members out of prison and, even better, keep them breathing.

Dead or incarcerated members weren’t any good to a club.

And there had been too many of those in the Blood Fury MC in the past. It had been its downfall.

Trip didn’t want that mistake to happen again.

So, they had to play the game. Keep shit on the up and up as best as they could. Become a powerful force, strong enough to withstand the occasional bump in the road.

He had no fucking clue how he was going to pull it off, but he would take the advice he was given and do his fucking best.

He scrubbed a hand through his long hair before tucking it up under his baseball cap, blowing out a loud breath and shrugging on his cut.

His cut.

It wasn’t his father’s any longer.

This club was no longer his father’s, either.

This world, even as broken as it was, now belonged to Trip.

It was his and he wouldn’t let anyone destroy it again.

The Fury was about to rise once more. This time stronger and smarter.