UNRULY
Knights in Black Leather #2
Ronnie Douglas
Releasing February 23rd, 2016
William Morrow
The
second novel in Ronnie Douglas’ sexy Southern Wolves motorcycle club
series—reminiscent of Kristen Ashley and Jay Crownover—tells the story of an
aspiring fashion designer and a biker who discover a desire that knows no
limits.
When the daughter of one of the
Southern Wolves gets a flat in the middle of a thunderstorm, there’s only one
thing to do—strip down to her underwear and get a little muddy. But when Alamo,
the sexy biker shows up to rescue Ellen yet again, things are bound to get a
whole lot dirtier.
Between the trouble he left behind
and club rules, Alamo knows he needs to stay clear of Ellen. He’s not looking
for a woman or complications—even when that woman is everything a man could
want. Unfortunately, Ellen isn’t playing by anyone’s rules but her own these
days, and a Southern woman who’s been raised by Wolves is awfully hard to deny.
So when they give in to their raging
attraction, both get much more than they bargained for.
Alamo
stood in the middle of a sea of boxes that filled his new house. He was no
stranger to moving. Growing up, he’d been rousted from his bed more times than
he could count to move to a new place in the middle of the night. His mother
would let the back rent build up as far as she could, and then they’d skip out.
Mix in a few turns in foster care over the years when she was arrested, and
he’d become something of a pro at traveling light and moving quickly. This
time, though, he was moving everything he’d accumulated over several years of
stability. He had absolutely no desire to put it to rights in a new place.
Truth be told, this new house was
the nicest place he’d ever lived. It wasn’t home,
though. Home was a modest-sized apartment in Durham, North Carolina. Home was
having his sister Zoe in the house, badly imitating his Spanish cusswords and
singing like a cat in a surly mood—and he missed it.
He’d lost that right when he’d lost
his temper. He knew it, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. He’d done
the right thing, and there wasn’t a minute of it that he regretted. The man
deserved every punch, but that was neither here nor there. Truth didn’t change
facts, and the facts were that Alamo was a big man, and his long-gone father
wasn’t as white as his mama had been. Race shouldn’t matter, but sometimes
having darker skin still did, especially in a city where drug traffic was as
common as it was in Durham. The police tended to blame it on one segment of the
population, those with darker skin. He was a large man with darker skin. To add
to that, once the police saw the motorcycle club patches on his jacket, Alamo
was far too likely to end up in jail if he stayed in North Carolina.
This time they had a reason of
sorts. He had put that pendejo in the
hospital. And an uptown white boy in his expensive clothes could afford the
sort of lawyers who twisted truth until it looked nothing like reality. Alamo
knew it, had known it before he’d taken the first swing. Sometimes, though, a
man had to stand up for a woman regardless of the cost. Zoe’s friend had no one
else to stand up for her, so Alamo did what needed doing. It was that simple.
“You can’t
just do that!” Zoe snapped at him when he’d walked into the little apartment
they shared. “I might not be a kid, but I still don’t need my brother in the
lockup.”
“He hurt
Ana.”
“You are
not the law, Alejandro. You wear that jacket”—she pointed at the vest with the
Southern Wolves patches prominently displayed—“and you forget that you’re not
above the law.”
“Lobita,”
he started.
“Don’t you
‘little wolf’ me, mister!” His sister’s hands landed on their customary
position on her hips. She was a tiny little thing, but she had the attitude of
a dozen girls. “If you end up in jail, I’ll . . . I’ll find someone big enough
to kick your ass. Then where will you be, eh?”
Alamo bowed
his head, as much to hide his smile as to let her know he was listening to her
chastisement.
“You call
Nicky, you hear me? You find out where you can move because you’re not staying
here. That boy . . . he has friends. I don’t want this to get worse.”
“Lobita . .
.”
“No! You
call your Wolves, and you move. We talked about it for next year, anyhow.
Clean start.” Zoe took a shaky breath, let it out, and looked at him. “Ana says
thank you and that she’s okay. She’s . . . sorry.”
“Don’t need
to be sorry. She did nothing wrong, Zoe. You make sure she gets that.” His
hands fisted despite his intention to keep calm, and the already bloodied
knuckles smarted.
Alamo might
not have had a father most of his life, but he knew what a man was supposed to
be like just the same. Growing up, he’d just studied what his mother’s long
list of lovers did. Whatever they did, he did the opposite. That was all the
guidance he’d needed. That was why Alamo went after the buttoned-up
man-boy who’d gotten Ana drunk and taken what wasn’t his right to take.
“Call
Nicky,” Zoe said, and then she turned away. “And put ointment on those cuts.”
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Ronnie Douglas is the writing name for a multiple NYT
bestselling author. Drawing on a lifetime love of romance novels and a few
years running a biker bar, she decided to write what she knew--dangerous men
with Harleys and tattoos. Her debut “Ronnie book” was indie-published as part
of a series she created and wrote with friends in 2014. You can find Ronnie at:
http://www.ronniedouglas.com
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