Saturday, November 15, 2014

eARC Review: Hard Riders Anthology by Jenna Byrnes, L.M. Somerton and Morticia Knight

Hard Riders
Jenna Byrnes, L.M. Somerton, Morticia Knight

BOOK LENGTH: 3 Story Anthology 
WORD COUNT: 62474 

(Available for Early Download)

Overall Rating: (5 of 5 Stars) 5
(The Multiplier Rating Takes Effect)
Best Erotic Anthology!

Now, this is what you call an erotic, bad-ass anthology that actually works!

Note: Shout out to my friends from that secret group who not only made sure I learned something new, but opened my eyes to the wonders of marathon activities, the importance of gun oil and the fun of the buzzing bell. (Perie, Ryan, Janice, Valerie, Ena, Piper, Jennivie, Lee, Jenny, KarenJ, Ms Kindle, KarenD, Leslie, Paul and Dustin) 

Clear Blue Sky 
by Jenna Byrnes

Respect all, fear none is the Rebel Riders Motorcycle Club’s motto. Will the Riders step up when the Demon Outlaws go after one of their own?Sky Warren doesn’t let the screen door smack him on the way out of Kansas. When his former abusive partner Duke is arrested for selling drugs, Sky takes off. He’s ready for a clean start and a change of scenery. Moving to Lakewood, Colorado, with his cousin and accepting a job in Billy’s bike shop seems like just what he needs to start over. In Billy’s riding club he meets Task Rivers, a handsome, sexy biker, and they hit it off immediately. Task is edgy, yet he shows Sky how a respectful and considerate man treats his partner. The two fall into a lusty, passionate relationship.Death before dishonor. The Demon Outlaws have another way of looking at life. When Duke Lessing comes after Sky and is rebuffed, he joins the Outlaws in their troublemaking ways. With the Demons spoiling for a fight, Task calls on a few of the more hardcore Rebel Riders. As the night heats up, Sky is determined to avoid what seems like inevitable bloodshed. He wants to leave and lure the Demons away, but Task and the Rebel Riders have other ideas. Sky knows Duke doesn’t give up easily and learns that neither does Task, who’s fighting for what he wants. But will it be a fight to the death?

Excerpt from Clear Blue Sky

Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She'd fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart's content. She'd breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.
Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favourite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is "Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love."
You can find Jenna on Facebook.

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © Jenna Byrnes, L.M. Somerton, Morticia Knight 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

“No one will ever love you as much as I do.” The ominous words echoed in Sky Warren’s head as he tossed and turned. The shadowy figure stood directly in front of him, reaching for his arm, and once again he felt the painful snap of a broken shoulder. Sky groaned and sprang up in bed, sweat pouring down his face.
He glanced around the dark room, trying to get his bearings. It was just a dream. He was used to them. Sleep was tenuous most nights, with nightmares just a whisper away from his consciousness.
Sky’s bedroom door opened and his cousin Billy moved in front of him, a beer in one hand and a plastic bottle of water in the other. “Bad dream again?” He held out both drinks.
Sky accepted the water and chugged down half of it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and looked at Billy. Curly blond hair gave his cousin the perpetual appearance of bed head, no matter what time of day. A soul patch below the lower lip was his only facial hair, and there was usually a cigarette hanging from the edge of his mouth. Tonight was no exception.
“I’m okay.”
“I know.” Billy twisted off the beer cap and, after removing his smoke, took a swig. “Ruby and I were kickin’ back for the night. Checking if there’s anything I can do for ya before we go.”
“No thanks.” Sky felt slightly guilty. It was bad enough he was crashing at his cousin’s apartment, dampening any shreds of privacy the man had. Now he’d interrupted what was happening between his cousin and Ruby, his perky girlfriend with curly red hair and the biggest tits he’d ever seen on a woman the ripe old age of twenty-one. Barely. He shook his head and offered a small smile. “Sorry, man. I’ll keep it down.”
Bottle and cigarette in one hand, Billy ruffled Sky’s short, spiked brown hair with the other. “Nah, it’s all good. Just remember… The prick is gone. Prolly doing time in Leavenworth by now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Sky hugged his arms around his chest. “I know. Damn it! I’m fucking tired of these nightmares. Makes me look like such a pussy.”
“It doesn’t. You had a fucking broken shoulder, man. Even three months after the surgery and physical therapy, I know it still twinges. Prolly never be normal.”
“Thanks for that.” Sky smiled at his closest relative in the world. Billy had been like a brother growing up in Kansas. When his aunt had moved Billy to Colorado for her job, they’d both taken it hard. They’d kept in touch, and any time one of them needed the other, they’d come running.
Like Billy had, when Sky’s former partner Duke had ratcheted domestic violence up to a whole new level. He’d thought his cousin was going to kill the man, but there hadn’t been anything Sky could do about it from his hospital bed. What he had had a choice about—and what Billy could never understand—was Sky’s going home with Duke when he’d been released from the hospital. That fact was still a sore subject between them.
“If you’re sure you’re okay…” Billy motioned toward the other room.
Sky nodded. “Thanks for the water—and everything.”
“Any time, dude. Get some sleep.”
“You do the same.”
Billy grinned. “No promises.” He backed out then closed the door.
It wasn’t five minutes later that Sky heard his cousin’s headboard banging against the wall. He had to smile.
He polished off the last of the water then tossed the empty aside. Leaning back, he tried to face his demons because the therapist he’d seen a couple of times had told him that could make the bad dreams go away. It hadn’t worked yet, but Sky had hopes.

Clear Blue Sky turned out to be my favorite out of this trio of Hard Riders. The reason being not only for what you think but also because of what I learned after reading this little story that could.

I really liked Sky's determination to get over his mistake of not being able to see logic and escape the brutality of an abusive relationship. He was caught in a trap but like any other victim, he did not know how to get out of it. When the chance came out of the blue, he took it and experienced freedom. 

Task is the hard rider biker of our dreams and he is gentle as he is tough. His character is a beautiful juxtaposition of the ideal alpha male and the bad boy who skirts the law. He is respectful, kind, caring, a hard worker and just a good man. He is also a mean biker and can do some stuff us legal-minding folks would find uncomfortable. 

Their story is a simple one, but it is HOT! When Duke comes in, this became an action-packed read that made me really want to join in the fun. When the guns were pulled out, all I could do was fist pump = I love action! 

Then again, I remember the implied marathon and I was like? yeah, thumbs down, clearly impossible! So I read on but posted a question, thinking, you know, I got kids, I'm a woman with experience, so I know right????

Wrong!!! Holy cow! My mind was blown away. Jenna Byrnes not only opened my eyes to the possibility of the impossible but she made sure my imagination ran wild with this one. Plus the kind words of encrouragement (bwahahhaahhaa) from my friends...

Just so you know? This is HOT! and yes, clearly probable and real. 

As for Sky and Task, well, their sizzling connection is truly remarkable and if one can call it romantic, so be it. I just can't get over their hotness. I just hope they take the advise from a few of my friends: lubricate, hydrate and pineapple.

Best news: Sky and Task kept at it **smilingoofy**  Definitely recommend this one!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

by L.M. Somerton
Not all cages have bars.The Wyverns Motorcycle Club has a reputation as fierce as its dragon emblem. Its enigmatic leader, Rogue Hellaby, has a police file so thick you could prop up a table with it. The qualifications for membership are a reckless disregard for authority and the attitude of a spitting cobra. But The Wyverns MC is not quite what it seems. All the riders have dubious histories in the military or the police—now they just serve and protect their own interests and those of Horatio Trap, the manipulative bastard who recruited them.When Rogue receives an instruction to kidnap and hold hostage the son of a powerful drug lord, he doesn’t bat an eyelid. But Rogue has never had to deal with a captive like Orlando de la Pena. Orlando is furious—not because he’s being held prisoner, but because he’s prevented from partying at his favorite BDSM club. Rogue discovers that the only way to deal with Orlando is to become the Dom he so obviously needs. But Orlando’s father wants him back, and The Wyverns must face a battle that could cost them their lives. Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM.

Excerpt from Mantrap

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © Jenna ByrnesL.M. SomertonMorticia Knight 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

Rogue leaned back against lumpy vinyl and fought the desire to tap his fingers against his denim-clad thigh. Impatience would get him nowhere. As always, Trap’s minion would show up when he was good and ready, not before. The annoying little shit loved to yank Rogue’s chain—one day he would have to be taught that pushing the ‘Do not touch’ button could be bad for any chance he had of reaching his next birthday.
Rogue glanced around the dingy diner. Positioned in a rear booth, he could see the front door, the counter and most of the tables. To his left, the door to the kitchen swung back and forward on badly oiled hinges, its high-pitched squeal an assault on his ears. The air conditioning droned in the background, the white noise supplemented by the restrained chatter of half a dozen patrons. In front of him, on the sticky melamine tabletop, sat an untouched cup of coffee. The surface of the dark liquid glimmered with an oil slick of scum. The waitress had already passed him more than once, clutching a full pot, hopeful for refill trade. Rogue would rather wash his mouth out with bleach. It would probably taste better as well.
At the table nearest the front window, a guy that looked like everyone’s favorite stereotype of a rough biker forked bacon into his mouth and slurped coffee. Rogue cringed. His second in command was a walking garbage disposal. Hatchet belched and shifted his muscular frame slightly in his chair slightly. The subtle signal made no difference to Rogue’s outward appearance, but inside he went to high alert. Fifteen seconds later the diner door slid open. The man who walked to the counter couldn’t have looked more out of place if he’d been wearing a hula skirt in the Arctic. Selling his suit on eBay would have funded the entire diner staff’s salaries for a month, including tips.
Rogue stretched out his legs and crossed them at the ankles. He controlled his breathing as the man at the counter took his own sweet time ordering. Rogue couldn’t hear the conversation between customer and server, but the stupid grin on the waitress’s face told him that his contact was sweet-talking the woman with a couple of pints of verbal syrup. Finally, the man strolled the length of the diner and slid into the booth opposite Rogue. He looked at the table with distaste and pulled a pristine white handkerchief from his inside pocket before wiping away a few stray crumbs. The scent of his expensive cologne wafted across the table and tickled Rogue’s nose.
“Smith.” Could the man use a false name that was any less original?
“Rogue. How have you been?” Smith’s voice was mellow and cultured.
“You’re not my boyfriend, Smith. Cut the crap and get to the point.”
Smith tutted. “You could at least be civil. We’ve been meeting for three years. I’d like to think we are friends.”
Rogue growled, low in his throat. “Friends don’t blackmail each other.”
“Mr Trap wouldn’t be so crass. Blackmail is such a sordid word. I prefer to think of it as gentle persuasion,” Smith said as he tweaked a crisp cuff, allowing Rogue to catch a glimpse of a silver cufflink in the shape of a dagger. “Mr Hatchet is enjoying his breakfast, I see. You were told to come alone.” The warmth in Smith’s voice disappeared, replaced with an icy chill.
“It’s not my problem if one of my acquaintances happens to like the food in this dump,” Rogue snarled.
Smith raised a sandy eyebrow.
“Fine. Fuck knows why, but he has a thing for you. He wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle your tight little ass.” Rogue chuckled as Smith’s face reddened. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you eyeing him right back, either.”
Rogue thought Smith might need a brown paper bag to hyperventilate into but, at that moment, the waitress sidled up to the table and placed a cup and saucer in front of Smith along with a plate holding an enormous slice of peach pie.
“There you go, honey. I even managed to find matching crockery for you.”

“Well thank you kindly, sweetness. You’re a darling.” Smith gave the woman a little pat on the backside and sent her on her way.

Rogue is tasked by his invisible (un)benefactor to kidnap the son of a high profile drug lord, he thought crap another job he has to go through and yeah, he could do it. Simple. All he needs to do is get to the BDSM club he is a member of, he is a DOM after all, and take it from there. His information had his target as a submissive who liked to go to the club. 

Orlando's father was not the best but being the son of a drug lord? Nothing he could do about that. His need for love and recognition clearly ignored, he frequented BDSM clubs to find relief and the possibility of being loved. He sees this biker and he is just sunk in all the muscles and tattoos. This was a man he could imagine being dominated by. 

What should have been a simple under-thirty minutes of fun in the rooms of the club and straight on to kidnapping captivity turned into something else entirely. Rogue found a sub he could finally connect with. How he was going to keep the boy and yet stop the father from killing him was a question he still could not answer. When the minions of said father comes to claim the son, bullets flew every which way and bodies fell.

Although this is a BDSM story, it is not as hard core as I thought it would turn out. Truth is, it is a sweet take on that lifestyle and the author clearly focuses on the relationship between Orlando and Rogue. They started off on the wrong foot, but they found a connection that both men had sought most of their lives for and never found until the day they meet. Yes, they had difficulties, but Rogue being a bad biker dude does have the not-so-legal connections and illegal-know-how to skirt the legalities and just do away with enemies. As for the drug lord, well, that is for Rogue's (un)benefactor to deal with, leaving Rogue to take Orlando off on his rumbling bike and ride off to a happy life together.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Biking Bad 
by Morticia Knight

When Dylan, a young wannabe investigator, stumbles into the Mojave Sidewinder’s MC bar, he finds all kinds of trouble—especially in biker Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas.The Mojave Sidewinders is the largest gay MC club in Southern California. They’re also one-percenters, which makes them alluring to those looking for trouble and a danger to those making it. Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas has been a brother ever since the club’s prez took him in as a runaway. At thirty-four years of age, he’s content to ride his hog, chase tail and run his tattoo and piercing parlor, Zero to Sixty.Dylan has had to take care of himself since his aunt died when he was still a teen. Even though he’s barely twenty-two years old, the small spitfire has made his way in the world as best as he can and has even started his own would-be investigative agency. He’s proud of himself, even if his agency is on the edge of town in a ramshackle building.Working his first big case involving a missing young man, Dylan barges into Road Rage, the Mojave Sidewinder’s exclusive bar, and starts asking questions. When it looks as though he’s about to get beaten up, a large, muscled biker covered in ink comes to his aid. Dylan’s incredibly attracted to him—even if Zero is pretty scary and Dylan’s still a virgin. But is there something Zero knows about the missing man that he’s hiding? And is Dylan in more danger than he realises?

Excerpt from Biking Bad

M/M and M/M/F Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.
When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child.
She is currently working on the Sin City Uniforms Series and a BDSM spin-off to the Gin & Jazz series entitled The Hampton Road Club. A follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story in Rockin’ the Alternative will be available in 2015.

By reading any further, you are stating that you are 18 years of age, or over. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.
Copyright © Jenna ByrnesL.M. SomertonMorticia Knight 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing.

“Zero, that sweet piece of ass I gave a Prince Albert to a few weeks back is here asking about you.”
Luc ‘Zero’ Villarojas grunted then took a strong pull of his longneck beer. He never drank any of the brews that were on tap at Road Rage. He liked the feel of the bottle in his hand, liked the way his large fingers could wrap around the smooth glass. The fact that it also came in handy as an occasional weapon at the Mojave Sidewinder’s biker bar only added to its appeal.
After taking another healthy swallow, he regarded his Sidewinder brother, Tank. He was Zero’s piercer and body mods guy at Zero to Sixty, the tattoo parlor he owned and operated in Indio, right off the interstate past Palm Springs. Tank’s real name was Sherman, but since he was built like a formidable military vehicle, the nickname had glued itself to him the way leathers would to skin when the heat reached intolerable levels.
“Why should I give a fuck?”
Tank snickered. “That was one pretty cock. He let me get it nice and hard for the piercing.” Tank licked his lips. “Ever since I finished it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about sticking my tongue through that ring in his tip and giving it a little tug.”
Zero shrugged then finished off his beer in three long gulps. He wiped the back of one of his big hands across his mouth as he banged down the empty bottle on the bar.
“Then why don’t you?”
Zero gestured with his index finger, and Fuzzy, the big bear of a bartender that ran the joint and tended the bar for the club, ambled on over. His mammoth salt-and-pepper beard was divided in half, the two ends braided. They reached down to the middle of his cut and there were rumors that he hadn’t trimmed it in over thirty years.
“One more, Fuzzy. Tank? You drinkin’ or tonguing dick?”
His friend let out a loud snort. “If things go my way, both.”
After collecting his second beer then leaning back against the long, scarred wood counter, Zero faced the main section of their hangout. He saw the piece of ass Tank had mentioned. The almost-too-pretty man stared unwaveringly at him. He had a nice lean body, toned, well-inked—pierced nipples, and of course, what Zero knew to be his most recent piece of body jewelry that was undoubtedly pressing against the zipper of his tight denim. He was the kind of guy Zero liked to stick his dick into—smaller than him, a hungry little bottom. But he was also smug and overly aware of how he had all the men’s cocks dripping when he walked in the room. Plus, Zero had already fucked him. Once was usually enough for him with anyone.
Zero slowly turned to Tank. “Well what?”
“You gonna tear that ass up or what?”
“He’s all yours.”
Tank smirked. “Let me guess. You drilled him already.”
“Through the floor.” Zero took another swig of his beer.
Tank shrugged. “I’m not proud. I’ll offer to break in his guiche for him.”
Zero turned to Tank, pulling his eyebrows together. “I don’t remember Pretty Boy’s taint being pierced.”
“It isn’t. Yet.” Tank winked at him.
Grunting, Zero broke his gaze from Tank’s prey, his attention captured by a disturbance near the entrance to the club’s hang. He absent-mindedly wondered if a couple of chicks were trying to weasel their way in. Or maybe it was some tourists who didn’t realize that Road Rage belonged to the Sidewinders, and that the club was not only exclusively for men, but for gay men.

Dylan was trying hard to be a private investigator and he was actually intelligent enough to connect the dots as they should be connected. His only downfall was his size. Being small is not helping at all and being picked on by biker Grim did wonders to his knees. Him falling face flat at the foot of a mean biker by the name of Zero may have been the best thing that ever happened to him. In like? Ever!

Zero was just minding his business but when a cutie pie lands on his feet, he just could not resist. His protective instincts at the fore, he gets between the cutie and the grim Grim. Why? Well, because he wanted to and it was for the best really. How could he resist not pounding Grim's face?

Dylan zeroed in on Zero the biker and just fell. This was the man he had been wanting all his life to have and having him save him was a gift really. So why not gift him with something he never gave to anyone before? 

Zero and Dylan find they are more than compatible and resist he may have tried, but Zero found he should not and could not. Their connection sizzled hot and there was that thing they both could not deny: Dylan wanted and craved Zero's strength. 

This was really sexy and sweet in a way if not for the bad assed-ness of Zero and gang. Again, true to this anthology's call, the men skirt the legalities and make do with their hands, feet and guns. 


  1. Thanks for the lovely review, it's great to be part of this anthology :) LM xx

  2. Thanks so much for the review, you made my day! I'm also pleased to be part of this fun anthology and hope readers will enjoy it. Watch for our blog tour coming after the Dec. 5 general release!

  3. I'm so glad you enjoyed our biker boys ;-) Thanks for the wonderful review!

  4. This is an awesome awesome anthology! Loved the bad boys :D Thanks for the experience!