Thanks for having me today! I'm delighted to be introducing my new MC romance series, Wild Blood MC, which kicks off with TANNER'S WAR. I had a lot of fun writing this story, and probably just as much fun researching it...And by research I mean looking at pictures of sexy, tattooed bikers on Pinterest...That counts, right? Fun fact for you – Tanner's tattoo mentioned in the excerpt below is actually real. My fiance has that exact design on his own forearm. Always great when you can find inspiration right at home!
He's not looking for trouble.
Tanner is fresh out of prison and trying to stay clean. His place in Wild Blood MC demands it. But when he nearly runs over a terrified woman, trouble finds him. Beth needs a savior and Tanner can't say no.
She's desperate to escape.
Beth chose running over a forced marriage. She's got nothing and nobody – until she meets Tanner. But with a fanatical cult leader hunting her, can she risk staying with the first man to defend her?
Tanner's willing to put it all on the line for Beth – even his beloved MC. The fallout will change both their lives.
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Tanner nodded, absently rubbing the tattoo on his forearm. It was an ambigram design in heavy gothic script – reading “love” one way up and “hate” the other. It was his newest too, his prison ink. “The guy who came after Beth at the diner was spouting Bible verses and talking about 'the church.' And he had this pin on his shirt, like a cross with a snake around it. Beth was running out from Heatherton Farm way.”
“There’s nothing at Heatherton Farm,” Nash said. “Place has been abandoned for years."
Tanner nodded. At one point the MC had talked about buying the land up and using the old buildings for underground fighting. “Right, but there’s a village close by, isn’t there? Not even a village, more like…”
“A commune,” Judge said, when Tanner couldn’t find the word he wanted.
“Right,” Tanner agreed. “So while I was on the inside, I met this guy – a tattooist.” He tapped his ink again. “He grew up in this commune. I’m sure it’s the same place. He ran away when he was like, fifteen or sixteen. Said the whole community is one of these extreme religious deals, like the Quiverfull Movement and that shit. I can’t remember what he called it, but I bet that’s where Beth’s from.”
“The Church of the Serpentine Cross,” Judge said. He’d straightened up again, expression serious and thoughtful. “They were in the papers a couple years back, remember? Rumors about child brides and shit. Nothing ever came of it.”
Nash nodded slowly. “I remember. Snake-handlers and shit like that. Well, so what? They’re weird, so what? Can’t judge a man for what he believes. And if they really weren’t messing with kids or anything…So what?”
Tanner tried to smother his irritation. “So what if they’re more than just weird? Beth’s scared, man. She ran away with nothing, in a storm like this…Maybe they don’t mess with kids, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t into some dark shit. That guy at the diner, Nathaniel, he was no good. No fucking good at all.”
Nash rested his hands on the table, palms down. In most people it was a gesture of calm, but Tanner knew better. Nash was trying to hide his anger – trying to keep his hands under control. “Look kid,” he said in a tone that was just short of patronizing. “I get it. You see a wounded woman, you go all superhero. I get it. It’s commendable. You’ve got a good heart. But you are six months out of prison and you’re damn lucky to be out at all after what you did. You could have gone away a lot longer. Now you wanna get mixed up in whatever this is? Snake-handling cults and runaways? Don’t do it, Alex. Don’t you fucking dare.”