Struggling For Justice by Debra Kayn

Natalie Oman’s husband murdered his brother before committing suicide, leaving her a widow and struggling for her share of Meghoni Mine. She spends her time avoiding her remaining brother in law and his irrational agenda that someone else murdered both Oman brothers. Finally free from the threats and loneliness that came from her marriage, she’s determined to find a place to teach her self-defense classes and move on with her life. The last thing she expects is a sexy biker to validate her dreams and work his way into her heart.

As the Vice President and the oldest member of the Bantorus MC, Federal Charter, Remmy Hollis lives life hard, wild, and free. Summertime means territory wars, beautiful women, trips back to Pitnam, and chaos. Until one rational decision changes the course of Remmy’s life. The dangerous web of cover-ups surrounding Los Li—the Mexican mafia, puts a target on Natalie’s back. Remmy will bury the secrets and take out anyone who tries to hurt the woman warming his back, even though Natalie’s the one lady who deserves to know the truth.

—Each Bantorus MC book features a new couple with their own happily ever after—

SKU: B00LKVI6VS Category: Romantic Comedy Tags: alpha heroes, biker romance, contemporary crack, Debra Kayn, motorcycle club romance, series

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About the author:

When Debra was nineteen years old, a man kissed her without introducing himself. When they finally came up for air, the first words out of his mouth were…will you have my babies? Considering Debra’s weakness for a sexy, badass man, who is strong enough to survive her attitude, she said yes. A quick wedding at the House of Amour and four babies later, she’s living her own unbelievable romance book.

What inspired you to write your book?

I wanted readers to fall in love with the 99% of bikers out there in the real world. I’ve given them characters they can believe in, a setting that comes from my own life, and hopefully a unique experience reading the world I created in the Bantorus Motorcycle Club series.

Here is a short sample from the book:

“Dammit. My phone’s dead,” she said.
Remmy pressed his cell into her hand. “Who do you need to call?”
“Uh…” She thrust her free hand into her hair. “A tow truck. I need new tires or recycled tires if they have them.”
“As long as it’s not the asshole you were with,” he said.
She frowned at him. “Of course not.”
“Of course not,” he mumbled. “Lady, none of this is making any sense. First you cowered—”
“That’s incorrect.” She shook her head. “I was avoiding an altercation, by not answering Will’s anger with my own anger.”
Remmy widened his stance. “You ran onto the interstate.”
“The first choice a woman has is to put distance between her and an uncomfortable situation. That’s what I was doing.” She pointed his cell phone at him. “There are people on the interstate that would notice if something was wrong and hopefully call 911. I was perfectly safe by myself.”
Remmy’s brows lowered and his eyes hardened. “You got on the back of my bike because I thought you were a helpless woman in a bad situation. You don’t know shit about me or what I could do to you. You weren’t safe.”
She glared back. “You could torture me, kill me, rape me, kidnap me, sell me to your biker friends for beer money. But, I knew you wouldn’t do any of those things, because you defended me against Will. You also saved me from being run over on the interstate, and when we were at the club, you put me in Risa’s care to make sure I was safe and okay. So, don’t go all pushy with me and act badass, trying to teach me a lesson I learned a long time ago. I’ve had more schooling in how shitty life can be than you have, so shut…the fuck up.”
Her breath came fast and harsh and with that emotional outburst, she felt ten times better. She crossed her arms, empowered that she’d won the argument. Not once in the last seven years had she ever spoken to someone with that much passion and unrestraint, because she’d always been afraid of what her anger would do.
“Lady, you don’t know shit,” Remmy said.
“And you don’t know me.”
His lip curled, and her stomach fluttered. Remmy leaned in, and she caught the scent of leather. She gasped, holding her breath, waiting for the jolt of arousal to settle. But her stomach kept spiraling and he kept moving closer, inch by inch.
He hovered his lips in front of her mouth, chuckled low in his throat, and kissed her.