Tuesday, September 17, 2019

#CoverReveal #PreOrder - Foolish Riot (Riot MC) by Karen Renee

Title: Foolish Riot
Series: Riot MC Series
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2019
Cover Design: 100covers.com




Patricka “Trixie” Baker grew up being used and abused. The night she met her “knight in a leather cut,” she dedicated herself to infiltrating his life. For ten years, all she’s wanted is to be Roll’s property more than anything. Anything. She’s a fixture in the Riot MC, but not part of the family. She never cared what anyone thought of her, but she refuses to be anyone’s fool. With determination to change, and Roll’s inability to commit, she won’t waste any more of her youth on him. 

Homer “Roll” Rolland has two secrets; one he knows will hold Trixie back and limit her life. He’s wanted her in his bed since the first time he laid eyes on her, but holding her back is the last thing he wants to do to the woman he loves. When his other secret leads to Trixie being brutally attacked by a rival MC, Roll is forced to make a decision. 

Trixie wants to be Roll’s property. Roll’s secrets hold him back from her. Will they find away to stay together?







He quietly chuckled. “Did I over-prime the pump? Or can you handle me takin’ you there again? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, that was sexy as fuck, and I’m harder than a lead pipe.”

I stared at him because I wasn’t sure what to do with this version of Roll. When I continued to look at him, he dipped his face and kissed me, long and wet, but excruciatingly gentle. Moments later, he proceeded to fuck me in the same excruciatingly gentle manner. When he finished, and I knew he wanted to withdraw and clean up, I clamped my legs and arms around him tight.

“Don’t go yet.”

He smiled. “Baby, ain’t goin’ far. But, I gotta clean up.”

After a long blink, I sighed. When I spoke, I kept my voice so low it was nearly a whisper. “Please. Just tell me why or how you can be sorry it took so long to claim me, and not sorry it took so long to claim me.”

I felt his frame tense. “Told you. Not here.”

“I have to know. Won’t go back to the compound unless I know first. When am I going to be your priority over ‘club business?’ Tell me that, at a minimum.”

He shook his head at me, but the look in his eyes was gentle. “You want kids?”

I looked at the wall, thinking he was referencing the condom and how perilous it was for him to remain seated inside me. My lips pursed and twisted to the side when I looked back to him.

“Answer me, hon.”

Those three words told me he wasn’t indirectly referencing the condom. 

“Well, I don’t know.”

His eyes flared. “Don’t bullshit me. Hell, you told me you do. I saw how you watched over Jackie when she was pregnant. Overheard you harpin’ on Abs to hurry up with Blood. You want those chicks, Mal and Rainey included, to all fill that place with babies.”

“Doesn’t mean –”

“Do not tell me what it doesn’t mean.”

That did it! I heaved my hips to try and unseat him, but he held firm and my resolve snapped. “God damn it, Roll! I want you. All I’ve ever fuckin’ wanted for over ten years is you!”

He pulled out slowly, but flung himself to his back, taking me with him. 

“Yeah, well, we don’t get what we want, we get what we need. I can’t give you what you need. Also means you can’t give me what I need.”

“What are you—”

As he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, his fingers grazed my lips to cut me short. “Give you what you want‒ me. Can you really say five, ten, or even fifteen years from now you won’t start shovin’ shit in my face because your regret turns to resentment? Your resentment leading to anger, and then hatred?”

“What are you on about now?”

“I’m sterile, Trixie. You won’t get babies from me. It won’t happen. At all. Ever.”

Those words were blows to my heart. The way he underscored them was like twisting screws within me. 

I had to fight that feeling of dread rising inside me. “How sure are you –”

“Pretty damn sure, Trix.”

My focus was wavering, and my hold on my mouth was non-existent, so I blurted, “Then why do you use condoms with me?”

“Just because I’m sterile doesn’t make me immune to STDs.”

I gasped. “You’re the only brother—”

“Not in the beginning, but bottom line, I’ll go get tested. I’m clean and you’re clean, we can lose the rubbers.”

Lose the rubbers? “You just said we don’t get what we want.”

“No, but I realized two weeks ago, you’re always gonna be what I fuckin’ need.”





Karen Renee is the author of the Riot MC Series. She has wanted to be a writer from a very early age, and she’s finally bringing that dream to life. She has worked in advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she’s not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.



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