Title: Beyond Reckless
Series: Lost Kings MC
Author: Autumn Jones Lake
Genre: MC Romance
Marcel “Teller” Whelan, Treasurer of the Lost Kings MC, has always been two things—honest and responsible. At ten years old, he was already taking care of his baby sister. At eighteen, he patched into the Lost Kings MC and took a major role in shaping the club’s future.
Three years ago, he thought he’d met the perfect woman, only to have her reject everything he is—a Lost King.
One bullet is a lifetime supply.
Now, after an accident that left a girl dead and Teller almost crippled, he’s struggling through the darkest time in his life. His niece, sister, and Lost Kings MC family are the only things holding him together, but his reckless actions are bound to drive everyone away.
Then, in the most unlikely place, he crosses paths with her again. The woman he once thought might be his perfect match.
Love soothes our inner demons.
Sparks fly for both of them. She’s the ride-or-die woman he needs, able to calm his many demons and bring the light back into his life. But she has a secret—one that forces him to lie to his brothers.
In chaos we trust.
When Teller’s brothers find out who he’s falling in love with, it will create a storm of chaos for the Lost Kings MC. But if there’s one thing Teller’s turbulent life has taught him, it’s that sometimes love is worth the chaos.
“Amazing as always. Teller is...wow!” - Nothing but Sexy Books Blog
“With action, suspense, and plenty of steam, this is one MC Series you do not want to miss!” - Crazies R Us Book Blog
“Autumn has once again created another compelling and beautiful story of perseverance, love, loyalty and family and I hope she never stops writing about these characters and the LOKI world.” - A Girl and Her Books
“What’re you doing?” Teller asks in a low, gravelly voice.
My hands go to his belt working it loose. “You need to ask?”
One of his hands closes over mine. “Wait.”
I glance up, patiently anticipating his next words.
“I’m all fucked up.”
I squeeze and run my hand over his cock gently through his jeans. “You feel good to me.”
Finally he lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, that works fine. I mean, I’ve got a lot of scars from my accident.”
I’m not used to men like him sharing their vulnerability with me.
I’m used to them acting like defensive assholes.
He’s so different.
“Everyone has scars.” My gaze collides with his intense stare. “They just mean you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.”
His eyes widen and he traces his fingers along my jaw. “Get up.”
“But I haven’t even started,” I protest.
That edge of ferocity that I remember from our first encounter enters his eyes. He grabs me by my arms and hauls me to my feet. Then to my utter shock, he drops his shoulder and throws me over it. I yip and squeal, kicking my legs. “What the hell are you doing?”
He pops me on the ass once. “Quiet down. Where’s your bedroom?”
“Put me down.”
“I’ll find it on my own.”
I keep still, afraid he’ll drop me, but a few seconds later, he’s tossing me on my bed. I’m so glad I took five minutes to fix my sheets and blankets this morning. At least I won’t give off the impression I’m a complete slob.
He reaches over and flicks on the small lamp sitting on my nightstand. Without taking his eyes off me, he shrugs out of his cut and drapes it over the back of my desk chair.
He threads his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back and presses a hungry kiss against my lips. “You’re even sexier than I remembered and I didn’t think that was possible.”