Brawl (Book 1): Blazers MC, #1

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 1 of the Blazers MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

There's no protection in the world that can keep her safe from me.

JENNA

I knew my brother was in trouble.

I just didn't know that he was in six-foot-four, 250 pounds of tattooed trouble.

I can ignore Mark's drug habit all I want.

But there's no ignoring the biker who sits in Mark's living room with a loaded gun aimed at me.

I'll do anything to protect my brother from the drug dealer hell-bent on ending his life.

Even if it means bending over for the monster sent here to destroy him.

REV

I'm a gun-for-hire.

It's how I prefer things: easy cash, no questions asked, and nobody commands my loyalty but me.

I've had this place staked-out for a long time.

I know the curvy little blonde is my target's sister.

I'd rather not get her involved, but she refuses to go away.

She's as beautiful as she is oblivious.

She thinks she can talk me out of the job I've been sent to do.

But suddenly, I find myself willing to listen.

With every piece of clothing she strips away, my interest grows.

Accepting Jenna's offer – her body in exchange for her brother's life – will no doubt incur the wrath of my employers.

Screw it.

Let them rain hellfire down on us.

I won't leave until I've made her mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393262367

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Brawl: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blazers MC Book 1)

By Claire St. Rose

There’s no protection in the world that can keep her safe from me.

JENNA

I knew my brother was in trouble.

I just didn't know that he was in six-foot-four, 250 pounds of tattooed trouble.

I can ignore Mark’s drug habit all I want.

But there’s no ignoring the biker who sits in Mark’s living room with a loaded gun aimed at me.

I'll do anything to protect my brother from the drug dealer hell-bent on ending his life.

Even if it means bending over for the monster sent here to destroy him.

REV

I'm a gun-for-hire.

It's how I prefer things: easy cash, no questions asked, and nobody commands my loyalty but me.

I've had this place staked-out for a long time.

I know the curvy little blonde is my target's sister.

I’d rather not get her involved, but she refuses to go away.

She’s as beautiful as she is oblivious.

She thinks she can talk me out of the job I’ve been sent to do.

But suddenly, I find myself willing to listen.

With every piece of clothing she strips away, my interest grows.

Accepting Jenna’s offer – her body in exchange for her brother’s life – will no doubt incur the wrath of my employers.

Screw it.

Let them rain hellfire down on us.

I won’t leave until I’ve made her mine.

Chapter One

Rev

Goddammit! I completely forgot what night it is.

I pace into the living room, being careful not to disturb the snoring bulldog on the rug, and grab the TV remote sitting on the armchair. The massive flat screen TV hums on, and I flip through the channels until I come to the local news.

Luckily, I haven’t missed it.

Commercials play in the background while I head back to the kitchen for snacks...

What the hell is this?

The cabinets are practically barren. I don’t know what I’m looking for exactly, but I expected to find a little more than opened boxes of pasta and a browning banana in a ziplock bag. The dude who lives here is just sad. But then again, that’s addicts for you—they’re all about the blow and never about a healthy appetite. It’s a damn shame, and my mouth is already watering at the thought of some beef jerky or pork rinds or a nice juicy medium-rare steak. Yeah, that’s the shit—any one of those would make be a happy man, indeed.

With a frown, I settle for the handful of slightly stale, off-brand graham crackers and a can of cheap light beer from the fridge. As I shut the door, the picture tacked to the outside of it catches my eye. Standing dead center in the crumbled picture is a girl with a long blonde ponytail. She’s wearing a light pink bikini and holding onto a paddleboard. Hmm, I can think of another long and wide object she could hold in those pretty little hands of hers. She has smokin’ hot curves and perky tits that are a perfect handful size. Despite her eyes being concealed by a pair of dark, oversized, fashionista sunglasses, I’d bet ten grand that her face matches her body, especially with that cute, sexy smile she’s flashed for the camera. She stands next to a guy, the dude I assume I’m here for, with her free arm draped around his neck. Boy, did he get lucky with this stunner—she’s way out of his league. Who knows, maybe if he ends up being bumped off, I’ll snatch up blondie for myself—now there’s old lady potential if I ever saw it.

I snatch the photo from the magnet, tear it in two, and toss the half with the guy onto the floor. The girl, on the other hand, I slip into the pocket of my jeans. I might need to use this later, and I’m all about collecting mementos.

The TV catches my attention again. Loud intro music for the local news station blares like trumpets. I make my way back into the living room, but just as I’m about to sit down in the armchair, I halt in my place.

Yesterday, tourists shopping and dining on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile got a treat when a group of veteran motorcyclists formed an impromptu parade. The group, members of the United Eagles Motorcycle Club, were in town to... the newscaster says in that rehearsed,