The Outlaw MC: Bundle

By Tanya Colt

After going through a divorce, Melissa turns her life upside down. Leaving for a new city and a new life, she meets Blake. Bad boy Blake. He’s a young, dominant biker and is ready to show Melissa a life she never could have imagined.

This is the complete The Outlaw MC bundle. It contains the following stories:
1. Bad Boy Blake
2. Taken Back
3. Lost

Enjoy your reading time again!

Biker, MC, Anal, BDSM, Outlaw, threesome, Innocent, action, romance, suspense, thriller, urban, alpha male

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smutpire Press
• Release date: Apr 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310525131

Tanya Colt

Tanya Colt is the pen name of a successfully published author who would rather remain anonymous while writing erotica. Her writing style is that of an accomplished writer, be prepared for some steamy hot descriptions!

Book preview

Bad Boy Blake

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When I married Kevin, I thought that my life was going to change. He had been so amazing in the beginning. I had really hoped that I would find passion with him. Being a school teacher for 6th graders wasn’t the best place to meet guys, after all, and all of the men I met were either married, or divorced with major issues. I was too shy to go out on my own and find something interesting.

So I read books. I read lots of them. Probably way too many, as I often would spend my weekends at one of the big book shops in the city looking for some new gems to snatch up. There, in the words written on those pages, I would find the romance and passion I so desperately desired, and I would often end up in a solo masturbation session afterwards. Such was the extent of my love life.

But then I met Kevin. He came into my favorite book store while I was having cappuccino at the downstairs cafe. To me, he was perfect: tall (well, taller than me, anyway), pretty fit, and he had a great smile. He also liked books and could make me laugh.

Our courtship was fast and crazy, like one of those wild rides in an amusement park. I said yes when he asked me to marry him, probably because I thought that no one else ever would.

It didn’t take long before it began to fall apart. Even on our honeymoon, we only had sex twice. And we spent a week in Mexico! He admitted to me that sex was not that important to him, and that he liked the company and conversation that came with a relationship the most. I really did try to stick it out—I gave it an entire year.

I bought sexy lingerie and even a couple of sex toys, but nothing changed the way he felt. And when we did do it, it was more like he was just doing it because I wanted to. There was no passion at all.

Halfway through the second year, I took stock of my life and told him that I was going to leave him. The only reason that I cried was because of the way he responded.

I thought you might, sooner or later, he said, and that was all.

That June, I notified the school that I wasn’t coming back. I wasn’t worried about finding a new job. I had spent ten years teaching there; a good reference was almost guaranteed.

I packed up my things and moved to San Francisco. I was 32, still pretty and not chubby at all. I did Pilates every day. I had a nice, round ass that I’d heard many of the male teachers comment on behind my back, and perfect 32C breasts with the most amazingly sensitive nipples. I just needed to find someone who wanted to touch them.

Within a week, I had a new job at one of the local school districts. It was an okay area of town, and at least I would be teaching high school kids. I changed my hair, bought some new sexy clothes, and vowed that I would finally start my life on my terms. I had waited far too long for something to just happen to me. I needed to take control.

Here, I could invent a whole new me.

One warm Saturday evening, I took a walk down to a bar that I had passed by a dozen times before. It wasn’t the kind of place that you would see packed with the suit-and-tie crowd finishing work, but it wasn’t a total dive, either. It looked like a cool, casual cocktail bar, and I saw lots of couples and singles going in as I stood across the street for half an hour working up the nerve to enter.

I was pretty surprised as to how busy it was when I finally went in. There was dance music playing, but not so loudly that people couldn’t talk. There were blue neon lights around the floor and ceiling, giving the place a magical sort of glow. I imagined that with my new haircut and makeup. I looked even better in light like that—not that I didn’t look fantastic, anyway.

I sat at the bar, glancing in every direction at the hot guys surrounding me. There was just something about California men; they were all fit and trim and had great smiles. But after 40 minutes of sitting there, I had trouble making eye contact with anyone. This