Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob has declared war on the MPD, leaving a
team of dead cops in their wake, and the city of Memphis caught in their
crossfire.
Stakeout (Memphis Heat 1)
Jarod took a bullet to the chest. But he
didn’t die. While he was bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf. Now
he can smell his partner’s attraction, but his bite didn’t exactly
come with instructions. Two partners who always have each other’s backs
share everything — but the one thing they need to share the most.
Streetwise (Memphis Heat 2)
When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie
trainee, Regan “Sundance” O’Malley, are caught between the
MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The
more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes.
And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them
to the growing list of victims.
Strikeforce (Memphis Heat 3)
Lt. Jamie Callahan’s convinced
there’s a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out
who set them up — and who’s responsible for the deaths of their former
lieutenants.
Takedown (Memphis Heat 4)
Two packs fight for the heart of the city. The
Russian mob and the MPD stand at odds, the city of Memphis caught in the
middle. The new Alphas plan to leave their enemies in the dust. But it’s
their friends they should be watching out for.
When the final takedown comes, there will only be one Alpha standing.
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Excerpt from Stakeout
“You’re a real asshole, you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, dear,” Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.
She was going to smack him any moment now. “That. That right there. That’s the
reason you’re paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear.
I’ve had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!”
“You’re just bored.”
Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn
upholstery. “No shit. What gave it away?”
“Told you not to come. ADD and stakeouts don’t go well together.”
She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to
throw it. “Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at
keeping me distracted.”
A sideways grin quirked his face. “We used to have… interesting… ways of
keeping ourselves entertained, didn’t we? Not exactly professional, but…”
“Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you,
anyway?”
“Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?”
As if she could forget. “Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But
you didn’t. And ever since you’ve been treating me like…”
“I’m trying to act like a professional. I’ve been treating you like a cop.
Like my partner.”
He attempted to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off. Professional, my
ass. “We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can’t deny
that.”
“Yeah, well, maybe if I’d been acting a little more like a cop and a lot less
like your lover, we wouldn’t have been in a position where you could have
gotten killed.” The bitterness in his tone surprised her.
She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that
threatened to overwhelm her. “I wasn’t the one who got shot, Jarod.”
“Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And
it would have been my fault.”
This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he
was right there! “Shut up and fuck me –” she reached for her police baton —
“Or I’ll do it myself.”
Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn’t
even glance her way. “Go ahead.”
Did he think she wouldn’t? Staring at Jarod’s lovely backside, Belle unzipped
her jeans and shimmied them down her hips enough to give herself access to her
pussy lips. It was his own fault. He was tall, handsome, built and reasonably
single, if you didn’t count the excess baggage, but she still might have
resisted — if he didn’t smell like liquid sex poured into a cop suit. She
wanted to reach over, undo his belt, and suck his cock right down to the root.
Then they’d see how professional he could be. Fuckhead.
With that thought Belle kicked the jeans the rest of the way off and switched
the baton around so the handle lined up with her pussy. With one thrust she
impaled herself right down to the crossbar.
Fucker. If he didn’t get off on that, he was gay.
“Shit, Belle! What the hell are you doing?”
“We’re undercover. Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to
vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors. Only reason to
be here is to fuck.”
As if he’d suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and
grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window. His mouth found the
juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression that
she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn’t give a shit.
He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss
before he broke away, pushing her back. “You wanna play? Fine. Your turn to
watch the Russians.” He pulled her closer and spun her around. She braced her
hands on the dirty plate glass window…
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife
by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined
with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a
sigh from her readers.
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with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
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