Bronte's Angels: Blood Angels MC RH, #2

By S.E. Isaac and Josette Reuel

**Paranormal MC Reverse Harem Romance**

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Bronte Milton always seemed to pick the wrong guy. Her last boyfriend took everything she had and disappeared with his rock band, leaving her behind to pick up the pieces. Since then she'd scraped by in the hopes of finally moving someplace warm. Florida sounded amazing to her and when she's finally on her way south, a dead animal in the road detours her to more than just an alternate route.

Ivo Kaiser was born in Germany in a time when life wasn't easy and since joining the Blood Angels MC, he'd promised himself to live life to its fullest. However, meeting his mate on the side of an Alaskan road had never factored into his plans as the VP of the Blood Angels. Even so, he wasn't about to turn his back on this new adventure.

As the secretary of the Blood Angels MC, Phin Bysshe lived his life by the rules. Keeping his nose deep in the business of the club, many of his brothers thought of him as a stick in the mud. As a biker, he may have to use his muscle, but it didn't mean he couldn't use his manners; so, he didn't give two fucks what anyone thought… until a heavenly scent had him wanting to remove his shining armor.

Tiber Mantua was a wolf without a pack. When you were an Alpha without a mate, you never seemed to fit in. He'd traveled for years in search of the woman or man who would soothe his wild side until the day he'd landed in Azrael, Alaska and met Ivo. Something about the vampire had him wanting to stay in one place. However, Ivo didn't seem to feel the same, so Tiber accepted friendship… for now.

When the four drastically different souls crash together, will they be able to let go of perceptions and learn to look deeper?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evanlea Publishing
• Release date: Sep 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393111122

S.E. Isaac

Coming from a family of military members, S.E. Isaac learned at an early age what it meant to travel. She spent six years of her childhood in Germany and the remainder in Missouri, USA. She became a young mother at the age of sixteen and learned what determination, motivation, and inspiration could do for one’s life. She has experienced just about everything life can throw at a person, from serving in the military, seeing the effects of war, divorces, childbirth, financial struggles, being a single parent, and raising a special needs child alone. Life hasn’t always granted her the happiness, which she desired, but she never quit treading water. You have to fight for what you want in life. Writing has always been an outlet for her, even at the young age of eight, which is when she started writing poetry and short stories. It has always been a dream to have her work published and to have readers connect with her characters. She believes that is every writer’s dream — to have their work truly read. Connect with S.E. Isaac www.facebook.com/monsterinthecookiejar www.twitter.com/SiobhanIsaac www.instagram.com/se.isaac/ www.tumblr.com/blog/seisaac www.booksprout.co/author/1269/s-e-isaac

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Bronte’s Angels: Blood Angels MC RH 2

Copyright c) 2020 S.E. Isaac and Josette Schaber (as Josette Reuel)

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Bronte’s Angels

Blood Angels MC RH 2

By S.E. Isaac & Josette Reuel

Bronte Milton always seemed to pick the wrong guy. Her last boyfriend took everything she had and disappeared with his rock band, leaving her behind to pick up the pieces. Since then she’d scraped by in the hopes of finally moving someplace warm. Florida sounded amazing to her and when she’s finally on her way south, a dead animal in the road detours her to more than just an alternate route.

Ivo Kaiser was born in Germany in a time when life wasn’t easy and since joining the Blood Angels MC, he’d promised himself to live life to its fullest. However, meeting his mate on the side of an Alaskan road had never factored into his plans as the VP of the Blood Angels. Even so, he wasn’t about to turn his back on this new adventure.

As the secretary of the Blood Angels MC, Phin Bysshe lived his life by the rules. Keeping his nose deep in the business of the club, many of his brothers thought of him as a stick in the mud. As a biker, he may have to use his muscle, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t use his manners; so, he didn’t give two fucks what anyone thought… until a heavenly scent had him wanting to remove his shining armor.

Tiber Mantua was a wolf without a pack. When you were an Alpha without a mate, you never seemed to fit in. He’d traveled for years in search of the woman or man who would soothe his wild side until the day he’d landed in Azrael, Alaska and met Ivo. Something about the vampire had him wanting to stay in one place. However, Ivo didn’t seem to feel the same, so Tiber accepted friendship… for now.

When the four drastically different souls crash together, will they be able to let go of perceptions and learn to look deeper?

CHAPTER ONE

BRONTE

Bronte Milton, I want my money today! John Eaglefeather snapped at me from my apartment doorway.

It had been a year since I found myself in Fairbanks, Alaska. I was such an idiot to follow my ex-boyfriend here. He’d dropped me almost the second we hit town. Well, he’d played with his band at the local bar for about a month before I woke up to find everything worth anything had disappeared right along with him.

Thankfully, I’d found a waitress job at a local diner. Since then, I’d been saving my money so I could make my way back to Anchorage. I’d grown up in Alaska but after spending the past year here in Fairbanks, I’d been researching warmer climates to live in. My plan was to head to the lower 48 as soon as I had enough money. I was debating on Nevada or heading to the east coast and one of the southern states.

Unfortunately, surviving cost money and I hadn’t been able to save up much.

I have it, Mr. Eaglefeather. I just need to go to the bank in order to get it out of my account. I fibbed to my landlord.

The truth was I had just enough to finally blow this popsicle stand, and that didn’t include paying rent for a place where I wouldn’t be staying. However, I couldn’t tell John Eaglefeather that because I was already a month behind on my rent.

I sighed and smiled weakly at the man as I cocked my hip and tugged my shirt subtly so more of my breasts showed through the way too low-cut neckline. As expected, his eyes lowered and he spoke to my chest.

Alright. This afternoon. I’ll tell my wife to expect you to stop by… The man sighed and looked sadly at my breasts. ...I’ll be at the next town over picking up supplies for the cleanup of the apartment next to yours.

Sounds good, Mr. Eaglefeather. I’ll make sure to stop by immediately after I get done at the bank. I gripped his bicep as if he was something better than what he was and sighed in false gratitude.

My apartment was a shit hole and I was glad to be leaving. The Eaglefeather’s took advantage of those who had no other options. They charged twice what the place was worth, so I didn’t feel bad at all for leaving them short.

Fifteen minutes later I finally shut the door behind my landlord’s back and collapsed against it with a sigh of relief. Looking around my apartment one last time I was filled with a bit of fear and a whole hell of a lot of excitement. All I needed to do was get my last box of belongings into my beat-up Bronco and then I could leave Fairbanks in my rearview mirror.

Moving quickly, I bundled up and lugged my box down the rickety back staircase from my second-story apartment to the parking area where my Bronco was waiting. Fearfully moving my gaze around the area, I braced myself to get caught by John or his wife Moira.

I’ll expect you by four then, Bronte? Moira Eaglefeather called from the open backdoor of her first-floor apartment.

Yes. Absolutely, Mrs. Eaglefeather. I looked at my wrist for a watch that wasn’t there. I just have to drop this box at the consignment shop and then I’ll hit the bank, I assured her.

Alright then, she huffed and slammed her door closed behind her. Moira Eaglefeather had no manners and was a greedy bitch who had married her husband only for his money. Whenever he left town, she always had one of about four guys keeping his side of the bed warm.

Once upon a time, I had believed in true love but after my ex and then Moira, I was pretty jaded about love nowadays. So much so, I’d given up my guilty pleasure of reading romance novels and began reading travel books about tropical locations.

With a sigh, I settled my last box inside of my car and headed around to get into the driver’s side seat. I revved the engine and begged the car to make this one last long drive – a two-day trip to get to Seattle, Washington. Once there, I’d figure out what my next step would be. I had a feeling I might have to stay in Seattle for a bit and build my savings back up before making the trek across the United States to Florida. My hope was to possibly sell my Bronco and use the money to fly to Florida. However, the car wasn’t worth much and it might not get me enough for the ticket.

I was about six hours into my drive when I came to the Yukon River. A carcass blocked the road and caused me to turn down a road that looked a lot less traveled. There had to be another road somewhere along it that would allow me to cross the river and head back to Route 11. No way did I want to move the dead animal and waiting for someone to come along to do it could take hours or even days.

Making my decision I turned the wheel and traveled along the road for about an hour. Just as I was debating turning back, I saw a tall figure in the distance. A man, at least it looked like a man, walked along the edge of the road. He was huddled into a heavy black leather jacket and wore form-fitting blue jeans with black shitkicker boots. He had to be freezing.

Pulling up beside the man, I rolled down my window. My gut rolled with anxiety as I thought twice about picking up a stranger. It was the ice and snow of early spring that had me calling out to him as I pulled up beside him.

Hey, want a ride? He turned to look at me as I came to a stop. A shiver raced up my spine as he grinned through a scruffy beard.

From you, doll? He watched me closely as I nodded. That would be awesome. My snowmobile… uh… ran out of gas a ways back.

Well, jump in, I urged as I pressed the unlock button. How far to the next town? I asked.

Azrael is just ahead, he replied as he settled into my passenger seat. He was huge and his knees bumped the dash as he fought to adjust the seat.

Never heard of it… but I’m sure there are a lot of little towns in the interior I’ve never heard of… I cut myself off before I began to ramble too much.

Focusing on getting back onto the road, I rolled up his window and relocked the doors. Shifting into gear I slowly moved onto the road. My wheels spun a few times on the ice before they caught on the road and the Bronco jerked forward.

So, where you heading that you found yourself on the road to Azrael?

Towards Anchorage, I replied before I could think better of it.

Ah, well, you’re going to have to turn around and go back to Route 11 to do that. The man was leaning back in his seat but his gaze moved over me as if it was a physical touch taking stock of