Release Blitz: Havoc by Nina Levine
Title: Havoc
Series: Storm MC #8
Author: Nina Levine
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 8, 2016
Meet Havoc...
I was happy
doing my own thing.
No connections.
No demands.
No problems.
Just me, my club and a whole lot of
dirty work to take care of.
She never wanted a biker.
She wanted stability and I gave up on
that years ago.
We tried to fight it.
Neither of us wanted it.
But she calms my fury and I show her a
man who accepts every part of her.
Now we're trying to figure out how to
be together. Because when the need for each other is this strong, to
deny it will only cause complete havoc.
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As I stepped through the bathroom
doorway however, I found her. She was in the bath, plugged into her
music with her eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the
bath.
I stopped and leaned against the wall
with my arms folded across my chest. Watching her, my gaze travelled
the length of her body. In the short time I’d known her, my
appreciation of her body had grown. Where small tits hadn’t turned
me on a month ago, I couldn’t get enough of hers.
Never letting me down, my dick grew
hard while I took in her beauty.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath
as I contemplated the wisdom of fucking her again.
I wanted to.
Hell, I fucking needed to.
She’s a brother’s sister for fuck’s
sake.
I’d spent the last few hours going
over and over that fact in my mind. My decision had been to head back
to the motel, sleep on the couch and never taste her pussy again.
I hadn’t factored in having her naked
body on display the minute I returned.
Shit.
“How long are you going to stand
there staring at me?” she asked as she cracked an eye open to look
at me.
“Until you get out and let me fuck
you.” Both her eyes had opened and I pinned my gaze to hers, not
letting her go.
Her eyebrows lifted. “I thought you
were done with me.”
“Turns out I’m not.”
She stood and reached for her towel
before stepping out. Continuing to hold my gaze, she slowly dried
herself off.
Teasing the fuck out of my dick.
I fought the desire to reach out and
rip the towel from her hands. My carefully constructed self-control
was being tested and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I caved and
took what I wanted.
Finally – finally – she
finished drying off and closed the distance between us. “What if
I’m done with you?” I knew she was full of shit by the breathless
tone she used and the way her body leaned just that little bit too
close to mine. It was like she was trying to hold herself back, but
her body had a mind of its own and couldn’t stay away.
I lifted a brow. “Are you?”
“I should be. After the way you’ve
been treating me, I really should be.” Still all breathy.
Still in this with me.
I unfolded my arms so I could curl my
hand around her neck. Gripping her there, I said, “Yeah, you should
be, but you’re not.”
I feel the same way.
With our faces so close that her
breaths whispered across my skin, we stared at each other for a long
time. The still air in the tiny bathroom consumed our apprehension
piece by piece until all that was left was an unrelenting need to
satisfy our hunger.
At the first sign of her softening, I
tightened my hold on her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. She
didn’t hesitate and a second later our bodies pressed together as
hard as our mouths did.
The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me
and I let her neck go so I could slide my hands around her ass and
lift her. Turning, I held her up against the wall and groaned as she
wrapped her legs around me. The urge to drive my cock as hard and
fast as I could into her sweet cunt threatened to take over as the
only thought in my mind, and I took a moment to work through that and
get myself under control.
Resting my forehead against hers, I
focused on my breathing while I gave myself a talking to.
Focus.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
You’ve got this.
You’ve fucking done this enough times to know how to control yourself.
But I hadn’t.
I’d never fucked a woman like Carla.
Had never been with a woman who stole
my control the way she did.
She invaded every fucking sense of mine
until I didn’t know right from wrong, up from down, red from
fucking blue.
“Havoc.”
My head snapped up and I found her
staring at me.
Unsure.
“Are you okay?” she asked, lines
creasing her forehead as she tilted her head, frowning at me.
I stepped back and let her go. “I
need to slow this shit down.”
She stood naked in front of me with an
expression on her face that seemed to be half confusion and half
frustration. “What does that mean?”
I wasn’t sure I even knew.
“It means I want you sitting cross
legged in the middle of the bed waiting for me while I take a
minute,” I bit out. My head was so damn full I thought it might
actually explode.
Too many thoughts.
Too many fucking feelings.
I jerked my chin at her and snapped,
“Go.”
Her eyes widened a fraction and I
pushed my breaths out while waiting for her to submit. When she
didn’t, I growled, “Carla, I need you to go and sit on the bed.
Now.”
“I’m giving you five minutes to get
your head back in this. I’m all for bossy and shit, but I draw a
line at whatever the fuck you call what you’ve got going on at the
moment. Barking orders at me is a whole lot fucking different than
dominating me.” With that, she stalked out of the bathroom.
Thank fuck.
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Dreamer.
Coffee Lover.
Gypsy at heart.
USA Today Bestselling author who writes
about alpha men & the women they love.
When I’m not creating with words you
will find me planning my next getaway, visiting somewhere new in the
world, having a long conversation over coffee and cake with a friend,
creating with paper or curled up with a good book and chocolate.
I love Keith Urban, Maroon 5, Pink,
Florida Georgia Line, Bon Jovi, Matchbox 20, Lady Antebellum and
pretty much any singer/band that is country or rock.
I’ve
been writing since I was twelve. Weaving words together has always
been a form of therapy for me especially during my harder times.
These days I’m proud that my words help others just as much as they
help me.
Thank you so much for hosting Havoc on your blog, Myra!
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