And it was damned sweet.
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Previous Titles in the Series:
Hawk's Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1
Jax's Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2
Chas's Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3
Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 4
Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 5
Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 6
Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 7
Notes from Chiah
I have so many people to thank who have made my writing endeavors a reality. It is the support, hard work, laughs, and love of reading that have made my dreams come true.
Thank you to my amazing Personal Assistant Amanda Faulkner who keeps me sane with all the social media, ideas, and know how in running the non-writing part smoothly. So happy YOU are on my team!
Thank you to my editor, Kristin, for all your insightful edits, excitement with the Insurgents MC series, and encouragement during the writing and editing process. I truly value your editorial eyes and suggestions as well as the time you've spent with the series. You're the best!
Thank you to my wonderful beta readers, Kolleen, Paula, Jessica, and Barb-my final-eyes reader. Your enthusiasm for the Insurgents Motorcycle Club series has pushed me to strive and set the bar higher with each book. Your dedication is amazing!
Thank you ARC readers you have helped make all my books so much stronger. I appreciate the effort and time you put in to reading and reviewing the books.
Thank you to my proofreader, Daryl, whose last set of eyes before the last once over I do, is invaluable. I appreciate the time and attention to detail you always give to each book.
Thank you to the bloggers for your support in reading my book, sharing it, reviewing it, and getting my name out there. I so appreciate all your efforts.
Thank you to Carrie from Cheeky Covers. You put up with numerous revisions, especially the color of Rock's tattoos until I said, "Yes, that's the cover!" Your patience is amazing. You totally rock. I love your artistic vision.
Thank you to Ena and Amanda with Enticing Journeys Promotions who have helped garner attention for and visibility to the Insurgents MC series. Couldn't do it without you!
Thank you to the readers who support the Insurgents MC series. You have made the hours of typing on the computer and the frustrations that come with the territory of writing books so worth it. You make it possible for writers to write because without you reading the books, we wouldn't exist. Thank you, thank you!
Rock's Redemption: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Book 8)
Dear Readers,
Thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed the eighth book in the Insurgents MC series as much as I enjoyed writing Clotille and Rock's story. This rough motorcycle club has a lot more to say, so I hope you will look for the upcoming books in the series. Romance makes life so much more colorful, and a rough, sexy bad boy makes life a whole lot more interesting.
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Happy Reading,
Chiah
AN INSURGENT'S WEDDING
Book 9 in the Insurgents MC Series
Coming in December 2016
Note: This short excerpt is a ROUGH DRAFT. I am still writing the story about Hawk and Cara's wedding. It has only been self-edited in a rudimentary way. I share it with you to give you a bit of an insight into An Insurgent's Wedding.
Prologue
Federal Correctional Institution
Florence, Colorado
He watched as she shimmied down the hall, her big tits swaying, her keys clanging with each step. When she approached his cell, she threw him a quick, furtive glance then walked past, acting like he was just another inmate. His thin lips curled up, and he knew when she came back later with four other correctional officers to do a cell block inspection, he'd have her up against the wall and rubbing her breasts while she pressed into him, grinding her pussy against him like a slut. He counted on it; she was his ticket out of the hellhole he'd be sentenced to. Their time against the concrete wall would be fast, but it would be enough to wet her pussy and crave his tongue on it.
Viper sat on the edge of his hard bed. His cell was a cube of concrete with a small window placed in such a way that all he could see was the sky and the red tile of the adjacent buildings. Sounds echoed down the corridors, and the ever-present din of metal against metal filled his ears.
He'd been stuck in the high-security prison ever since he entered his plea of guilty more than two years before. Viper often entertained himself by recreating the events of that night in the way that they should have played out. He shook his head as the images of his downfall assaulted his mind. His unadulterated hatred for Hawk fueled him on; it kept him a model prisoner so he could lay low as he worked his magic on Officer Brenda Rourke.
A busty thirty-two year old, Brenda Rourke had worked as a correctional officer for the past ten years. She'd never been disciplined, and had a stellar employee record as she often told Viper. When he first spotted her six months before, she acted like he was just Inmate 10567, but the way she'd slide her eyes over him told him she was his ace in the hole in escaping. So he became the model prisoner. The fights between him and the Aryan gang members halted, he didn't cuss out the prison guards, and he did as he was told. It fucking tore him up inside each time he answered, "Yes sir," but the anticipation of sweet freedom made his words sound sincere.
He'd even gone so far as feigning remorse for all his bad actions that landed him in prison. And that gem earned him the privilege of working in the laundry room, and it was there that he kissed and touched Brenda, her small moans disgusting him. She'd been the one to tell him that the security camera did its sweep around the room at thirty second intervals. When it scanned past them, he had a half a minute to shove his hand down her pants and touch her damp pussy. And it was always wet for him. It amazed him how horny she was for him.
After six months, she'd proclaimed her love to him in simple notes she left under his pillow after she inspected his room. He read them with humor, pretending to be touched by her proclamations of love. Her note from the previous week had read "I love you. I can't live without you. I wish you were free." Those were the words he'd be waiting to hear. She'd be instrumental in getting him out of the razor-wired-fence compound that sat on a cleared patch of red-brown turf.
Viper leaned back against the cold wall, waiting for his favorite guard to come back for inspection when all of a sudden, loud shouts bounced off the walls. Pounding shoes on concrete filled the corridors as grunts and cries accompanied the thuds of bodies colliding. The stream of officers blurred past his cell as he fought to stay on his bed; he desperately wanted to be in the thick of the violence. He wanted to slam heads against the concrete, choke the life out of inmates and guards alike, and plunge his newly acquired shank deep into the belly of The Baron-the head of the Aryan gang who had a personal vendetta against all bikers.
Then suddenly, a deafening silence of voices.
Fuck! It's gonna be another goddamned lockdown. Lockdowns occurred almost weekly in the violent atmosphere of that prison. Race wars were brutal and constant, and the tension was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Lockdowns meant no more laundry room duties, no mixing with the general population, staying twenty four seven in the cells, and no Brenda. Fuckin' assholes!
When she came to his cell with another colleague announcing that there was a lockdown, her blue eyes held sadness as they shined behind the taller guard. She mouthed, "I love you," to Viper and a faint smile twitched at his lips as she moved past his cell. He estimated that in less than two weeks, he'd be free. Dustin and Shack were already setting things up so he could lay low at the Demon Riders' clubhouse for a while. The fucking badges would never think to look there.