Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Malcolm (Dirty Aces MC #1) by Lane Hart and D. B. West + GIVEAWAY

**Malcolm by Lane Hart and D.B. West**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! We have another new-to-me author and book … but wait! Not just one author, but two! Please allow me to feature on the blog Lane Hart and D.B. West and their latest release, MALCOLM … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!

**LANE HART**

**BIO**

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lane Hart has more than forty steamy stories currently available on Amazon. Sign up for her newsletter to receive updates on new releases and free promotions by copying and pasting this link into your web browser: http://bit.ly/LHDBWNewsletter

Lane lives in North Carolina with her husband, author D.B. West, their two daughters, a few lazy cats and a pair of rambunctious Pomeranians. She has a Masters in Criminal Justice and spent ten years working as a paralegal for a criminal defense attorney before walking away to become a full-time writer.

In October 2015, the paranormal romance anthology Wicked After Dark, including her standalone, Let Him Reign, hit #13 on the New York Times bestseller list. Since then she's been climbing the Amazon charts with hot new releases. So whether you're looking for MMA superstars, hot cops, arrogant football players, sweet millionaires, or romantic weddings, there's a little bit of something for everyone.

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**D. B. WEST**

**BIO**

USA Today bestselling author D.B. West was born and raised in the southern United States. While studying at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro, he met his wife and fellow author, Lane Hart. They now reside together with their two young daughters and their pets, a pair of Pomeranians.

After losing his father to a lingering illness, West began writing 'Awakening' as a way to channel his emotions, and honor the memory of a true friend. In addition to writing, he enjoys video games, motorcycles, and traveling.

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**MALCOLM**

Publication date: May 30^th, 2020

Series: Dirty Aces MC #1
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

**BLURB**

While Malcolm Hyde may look like your very own personal Jesus, he’s anything but a saint. Covered in tattoos and leather, he’s a smoking hot biker and nothing but trouble.

As the president of the Dirty Aces MC, Malcolm is known for being cold and calculating. One bad decision – getting into business with the wrong person – is all it takes to bring down the entire MC. It’s happened before to his predecessor, which is why Malcolm refuses to let it happen again on his watch. He doesn’t trust anyone except for the few men who wear the same ace of spades patch on their back.

And that’s exactly why he doesn’t ever take his eyes off of me – the new girl. I never intended to make an enemy out of Malcolm or the MC when I was sent to steal everything I could from them.

After Malcolm finds out what I’ve been doing, he’s furious and shows no mercy until I spill all of my secrets, ones that could very well end my life. That’s when he makes me a surprising offer – he’s willing to take care of all of my problems, and the only thing he’s asking for in return is for me to completely surrender myself to him.

Spending two weeks in bed with a bad boy biker sounds more like a reward than a punishment.

There’s just one little catch – once he claims my body, there’s no guarantee he won’t steal my heart too.

**EXCERPT 1**

~ Naomi ~

Swallowing down a bad case of the nerves, I slowly make my way over until I’m standing beside Malcolm’s desk near his feet. A second later, he pounces on me, so fast I didn’t even see him stand up. I just blink, and then he’s towering over me, his immense size making me gasp. He’s always intimidating when he’s just sitting down at the bar, but now he’s just plain scary standing at least a foot taller than me with his linebacker shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. He’s so close I have to tilt my head backward to see his face. Malcolm takes a drag off his cigarette and blows the smoke out of the corner of his lips before reaching around me to put it out in the ashtray, which means the front of his body is pressed even tighter to mine. From the corner of my eye, I then see him reach down and pull something from his pocket or his belt, but I don’t know what it is until the sharp point of what can only be a knife is pressing into the center of my chest.

A yelp of surprise escapes me before I find my voice again. “Wh-what are you doing?” I ask him.

He lowers the point until it meets the top of my dress. Grabbing the material with his free hand, the other slices the blade through the fabric, cutting my dress straight down the middle with enough force that I feel the pressure, but it doesn’t leave a mark on my skin. All the tips I’ve stuffed inside earlier float down to the floor around our feet, causing Malcolm to growl angrily through his gritted teeth.

“Those are-are my tips,” I tell him as I slap my palms over my bare breasts, feeling way too exposed at the moment wearing only a pair of red panties.

“Sure they are,” is his stony reply. “No need to act shy now and cover yourself up. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that you were rubbing your pussy on my dick like you wanted to ride it?”

“Y-yes,” I answer, remembering the embarrassing moment when he said he would never fuck me.

“So, what’s the matter? You changed your mind?”

“No.” I shake my head to confirm my answer. “No, sir.” Malcolm may be scary at the moment, but I still want him. I’ve wanted him since the second I saw him, even though I know I shouldn’t.

“We’ll see about that.”

Closing the knife on the edge of his desk beside my thigh, he thankfully slips it back into his belt holster. As soon as his hands are free, though, he spins me around and presses his large palm between my shoulder blades, roughly forcing my bare upper body down until the side of my face is flat against a stack of papers on his desk.

“There’s nothing I hate more than liars except for thieves,” he mutters. Crap. He knows! “Do you have any idea how furious I am with you?” Keeping one strong hand on the center of my back, the other comes up over my hip, giving my panties a tug when he starts to peel them down my legs.

I shake my head no as much as I can because I’m incapable of speaking now that he has me naked and bent over the desk like he’s not planning on letting me up anytime soon. I don’t know if he’s going to whip me or kill me or fuck me for stealing from him.

He said a few weeks ago that he would never fuck me; but he put the knife away, so I think I can probably cross kill me off the list. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” I cave and ask.

Placing his lips against my ear, his teeth nip at the cuff before he whispers, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

**EXCERPT 2**

~ Malcolm ~

“So, how long have you been stealing from me? Since day one?” I ask Naomi as I stick the smoke in my mouth and light it up.

“Could I…could I maybe put some clothes on first?” she asks, reaching for her discarded and ripped dress on the floor. My boot gets there first. I stomp on the black fabric and slide it over to my chair so I can snatch it up in my fist to keep it from her.

“No clothes until you answer all of my fucking questions,” I inform her. Besides, it’s no hardship to talk to her with her tits out. Or they were visible before she lets out a heavy sigh and pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, blocking all but a peek of her cunt from view. “How long have you been skimming cash from my drinks and stealing from my customers, Naomi?” I ask again.

“Since…I started working on the boat,” she tells me without even a hint of remorse on her face or in her voice.

“Why?”

“Because…because I had to.”

“Try again,” I say.

Her big, blue eyes stare up at me pleadingly. “I swear I didn’t want to, Malcolm. But I didn’t have a choice!”

“Bullshit. There’s always a choice,” I counter, unaffected by her acting like the innocent victim. That shit doesn’t fly when she’s sitting naked on the floor of my office after I was inside of her, the smell of our combined bodily fluids still lingering in the air so thick I can almost taste the sex on my tongue.

“There wasn’t a choice in my case,” she mutters while tightening her arms around her knees.

“Come on, honey. Just spit it out already! Now you’re just wasting my time, which is only going to piss me off even more,” I say, getting annoyed now thanks to the way my dick overtakes my common sense where this girl is concerned. That shit has never happened to me before. There have been plenty of women I wanted to fuck but didn’t because I knew they were either not worth the hassle, off-limits, or trouble waiting to happen.

Naomi shakes her head in refusal. “I can’t tell you.”

“Yes, you can, and you will. All you have to do is open your pretty little mouth, you know, like you did to convince Fiasco to give you this job. Just use your words now instead of your gag reflex.”

“No, really. I can’t,” she replies.

I reach above her head to flick the end of my smoke into the ashtray, crowding her when I say, “Then you’re not leaving this room or getting clothes again until you change your mind.”

Her eyes widen as they lock with mine, like she’s trying to judge my sincerity. I’m as serious as a fucking heart attack. We’re both gonna sit right here until she talks.

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