Saturday, July 4, 2015

M.C. Week Series Spotlight: Death Dwellers MC by Kathryn Kelly

 
 
 
Misled (Death Dwellers MC #1)
 
 
Megan 'Meggie' Foy has had a tough life. Her home life is nothing as it seems. Living with her mother and step-father is a complete nightmare. They seem to have the perfect little family, but appearances can be deceiving and monsters are closer than you think. When her body and mind can take no more abuse at the hands of her step-father, Meggie finally decides to run, hoping her father, MC President of the Death Dwellers Joseph 'Boss' Foy, can save her and rescue her terrified mother from the clutches of her step-monster before it's too late for them.

Christopher 'Outlaw' Caldwell deals in a world of violence, sex, drugs, and crudity. As current president of the Death Dwellers' MC, he presides over a club in chaos after the death of their longtime president and his mentor, Boss. Outlaw is trying to keep everything with the club in his control. What happens when more trouble arises in the form of a blonde haired, 18 year old beauty with the same eyes as his former mentor?

Meggie discovers her daddy is gone and now there may be no one to save her and her mother. How will she feel when she finds out the man who killed him is the man she's falling in love with? Can Outlaw get past his demons to truly find love with Meggie and peace with the death of Boss?

Alliances will be made, loyalties tested, lives will be lost, but will love conquer all in the world of bikers and revenge?

Warning: For mature audiences only. Contains physical abuse, violence, rape, and excessive profanity.
 
 
Excerpt:
A scream rose above the music and laughter humming in the background. Then silence. Complete and utter silence. Rack winced. Outlaw pulled his nine, a reflex reaction and started down the hallway. Light reflected off the gigantic mural of the Grim Reaper, his scythe dripping blood, his eye sockets burning red.
“Daddy!”
He stared into familiar eyes. Blue. Intense. Brilliant. A perfect mirror of the former president of his MC. Only these eyes were unfamiliar. And not because of the dark circles ringing them.
They were the eyes of the daughter of the man he’d killed.
 
 
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Misappropriate (Death Dwellers MC #1.5)
 
 
Megan 'Meggie' Foy Caldwell is finally getting everything she’s dreamed of, a child, a husband, and family (of bikers) that would truly do anything for her. Her life is finally on the right track. When Meggie asks her husband, Christopher 'Outlaw' Caldwell, MC President of the Death Dwellers’, for a church wedding, he agrees because keeping his new found love happy is everything to him.

But when a ghost from the past rolls into town and targets Outlaw Caldwell and his family, it forces him to make decisions that could cost them their happily ever after. Threatening their newfound peace, will Meggie and Outlaw’s love conquer all, or will they both fall back into their destructive patterns that could tear their lives a part?

Warning: For mature audiences only. Contains sex, drugs, violence, and excessive profanity.
 
 
Excerpt:

Another tequila taste and a few more curses fell from his mouth. Just as he was about to move, he saw Megan walking down the hall, his mini-me in her arms, his boy’s chubby little hands fisting Megan’s golden hair. Every time, Christopher saw, his son, Christopher Joseph Foy Caldwell, aka CJ to him and Megan but Little Man to the boys, his heart did a strange little flip. What Megan held in her arms was the best of him and he thanked his lucky stars every day for Megan.  
The moment she stepped in front of the mural, greetings rained her way. Christopher bit back a satisfied smile at the genuine affection for her that he detected from those who knew her.
            “That’s Megan. Outlaw’s old lady,” Derby called. He was the president of one of the Dwellers’ local support clubs. Derby had visited with his old lady—and without.
 
 
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Misunderstood (Death Dwellers MC #2)
 
 
Johnnie 'John-boy' Donovan is the new VP of the Death Dwellers MC. While the club president, his cousin Christopher 'Outlaw' Caldwell, is on his honeymoon, Johnnie is left in charge. With Outlaw's return just a week away, he just wants things to run smoothly and without a hitch. But trouble is brewing for the Death Dwellers and an evil from his past may be back to haunt him.

Kendall Miller is an attorney and the ex-girlfriend to Spoon, the club President of The Torpedoes MC. She's in over way over her head and when her little sister is taken, Kendall needs to do whatever it takes to get the information on the Death Dwellers before it’s too late.

Can Johnnie trust the mysterious red haired woman who showed up naked to his cousin’s bachelor party? Can Kendall rely on the handsome blond biker that made a lasting impression on her mind, body, and heart to help her get her sister back?

Lives will be lost and hearts will be broken in the third book of The Death Dwellers MC series.

Warning: For mature audiences only. Contains physical abuse, violence, rape, and excessive profanity.
 
 
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His gaze flickered over her hair, her eyes, her nose. Her mouth. The silver in his beautiful eyes swallowed up the gray, leaving behind a burning intensity that melted Kendall’s insides. Looking at him, smelling his cologne, hardened her nipples and wet her panties. Because he was her illusion. The man she hadn’t expected to see again but whose memories she clung to.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he greeted with a heart-stopping smile. “What brings you back to my club?”
 
 
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Misdeeds (Death Dwellers MC #2.5)
 
 
Johnnie 'John-boy' Donovan is determined to make his relationship work with Kendall Miller, the attorney he met during his cousin’s bachelor party. Before he can move on with his future, he still has loose ends to tie up from the past with the rival of a MC’s president, who is also Kendall’s ex-boyfriend. As Johnnie tries to balance his club life and personal life, another tragedy forces him to make a choice between the two. Will Johnnie be able to live with the choices he makes?

Kendall Miller is trying to pick up the pieces of her life in the wake of her ex-boyfriend’s assault. She’s ready to move on with her life and the man of her dreams, the sexy VP of the Death Dwellers MC. She demands his complete attention and isn’t willing to share her man with all the baggage of the MC. She doesn’t want to be an afterthought to him nor does she want to live her life in the midst of the clubhouse, especially with the competition taking place between Kendall and the club president’s wife. Then, catastrophe strikes and Kendall’s life is once again altered. Can she and Johnnie have a future together or has their love been doomed from the beginning?
 
 
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Instead of Megan or any other woman, Johnnie stepped in and leaned against the door. He’d been running his fingers through his hair a lot, so the blond strands lay all over his head. The sadness in his eyes made her heart twist and she stepped closer to him before gliding her fingers along his jawline. The stubble that had grown since he’d shaved this morning scraped against her fingertips. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her nose against his neck, inhaling his scent. Smoke. Alcohol. The faintest hint of aftershave. Musk. And him. Johnnie.

She planted kisses against his throat and up to his mouth. He groaned and pulled her closer, taking control of the kiss and dipping his tongue into her mouth. Heat pooled low in her belly, her pussy slickening in need.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, gorgeous,” he whispered, thumbing her nipples and thrusting his erection against her.

Kendall melted at his words and smiled, pulling back to stare into his eyes, burning with a silver intensity that seemed to reach into her soul. But she wouldn’t tell him again that she loved him right now. He was dealing with too much. Besides, she wanted to know how deep his feelings went for her. She couldn’t face his rejection.

“Come out with me?” he asked quietly. “I’m about to tell a hilarious story about K-P. Well, it’s more about us but K-P walked in at the end and—“ He rubbed the back of his neck and he shrugged before forcing a smile onto his lips. “I’d like you to be out there.”

Unable to deny him as much as she wanted to ask they return to their room, Kendall nodded.

His grin wasn’t as bleak. Grabbing her hand, he moved away from the door, opened it, and then guided her out. He went to the center of the floor and whistled to call attention to himself.

“You’d never know just by looking at our ugly mugs how two little guys have woven their way into our hearts,” he began when the room fell silent. “I’m going to be a father, too, thanks to my old lady.” He nodded to Kendall and she blinked, heat rising to her cheeks, not expecting Johnnie to make such an announcement.

Claps and catcalls reached Kendall, Johnnie’s loudest of all. She didn’t know how to feel about having so much attention focused on her and wished Johnnie would’ve discussed his intentions with her, so she could’ve been better prepared.

Sliding into the seat she’d had earlier, she ignored the stares directed at her, balling her hands into fists to keep from screaming at everyone to focus elsewhere. Like on Johnnie, who was finally launching into the story he’d mentioned to her in the bathroom.

Losing herself in the cadence of his voice, Kendall blocked out everyone else and focused on the anecdote.
 
 
 


 
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Misbehavior (Death Dwellers MC #3)
 
 
Matthew 'Val' Taylor, the Road Captain in the club, was introduced to sex at an early age. Saved from the streets by the club’s Enforcer and President years ago, Val now lives for women and the open road. Until the night the only woman he’s ever loved is almost killed. Val determines to change his ways and be the man Zoann should have and the father their son deserves.

Zoann Donovan has loved Val for a long time. Violence and bitter betrayal forces her to ignore her feelings and distance herself not only from the sexy RC, but her beloved brother too. Until she discovers the truth. Can Zoann ever be forgiven for all the pain she’s caused? Will Val overcome his own demons and have a future with her and their son? Who will survive in an MC filled with lust and revenge, love and hate?

Warning: This is a tale of rape, murders, deception, heartache, lies, and infidelity. The road to redemption is a tumultuous struggle where only the strong survive and justice is served…Outlaw-style.
 
 
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“You need me to eat it again?”

God, no. “No.”

He slid a finger into her heat, thumbing her clit. She sucked in a breath and clutched his shoulders.

“So fucking soft and delicate.” He added another finger and licked her nipple, his fingers working in and out of her and moving in unison with his thumb on her clit.

Desire stripped away her resistance and she cried out, grinding against his hand and coming apart.

“On your knees.” He gave her the order, but didn’t wait for her to comply. Instead, he rose to his knees, flipped her over and lifted her legs, opening her wide to him and sliding into her when she had not yet recovered from the orgasm he’d given her.

“Come for me.”

He thrust into her, his tight balls tapping against her clit with every move he made and she screamed his name, the force of her orgasm shaking her entire body and making her ears ring. He gripped handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back, licking her lips. The moment she opened her mouth, he stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of hers, urging her to follow suit. Once he stopped, he released her hair and leaned over her, his thrusts into her wild now.

“Best. Pussy. Ever.”

One, last time he slammed into her and jerked inside of her. He pulled his dick out of her and flattened his hand against her back. She felt his nose first. A second later, his mouth covered her entrance and sucked.

She nearly knocked herself out hauling herself away from him and careening into the headboard.

“Ow!” she whined, holding her head and turning to glare at him as he wiped his forearm across his mouth. “You fucking pig.”

He shrugged. “I want to get my cum out of you.”

“Once it’s in, it can’t come out, asshole.”

“That shit leaks out all the time. A few hard sucks have to slurp it out.”

“If it leaked out or could be sucked out, the earth wouldn’t be populated. I’ve never heard of cunnilingus as a form of birth control.”

He barked a laugh and smirked at her. “You liked it."
 
 
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Misjudged (Death Dwellers MC #3.5)
 
 
Have we ever misjudged a situation? Looked at life one way only to realize it’s something else entirely?

Christopher 'Outlaw' Caldwell is at a crossroads. He worships his old lady, Megan. After almost losing her, he’s realizing marriage is harder than he thought, especially when he’s the president of one of the most notorious MC's around.

Megan Caldwell has been immersed in grief over her lost son, blaming herself for his death. She wants another baby and she wants to be the old lady her husband needs her to be.

Reality has a way of changing perceptions. Both Megan and Christopher will have to find answers to some hard questions. The most important one?

Where do they go from here?

Warning: This story contains a little of Kendall Miller’s backstory and a present-day decision on her part. It isn’t for the faint of heart and isn’t a hearts-and-roses type of romance. It has a little intensity, a smidgeon of fighting, a lot of loving, and approximately 1360 ‘f’ words or variations thereof.
  
 
 
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He wanted to motherfucking leave this bullshit amusement park, the last fucking place in the world he wanted to fucking be.
“Christopher!” Megan called, her tone filled with beautiful, fucking happiness, a sound he hadn’t heard from his wife in fucking weeks. Her carefree joy almost made this fucking torture worthwhile.
All-fucking-most.
For this bullshit, Megan would have to…
What…?
She already did what he asked of her, so spending the evening at an amusement park racing her in stupid fucking go-carts, feeling fucking ridiculous on the Ferris wheel, wanting to slap the fuck out of two dickheads screaming like pussified girls on the rollercoaster, and fucking with arcade games, shouldn’t have been such a pain in the fucking balls. He’d had enough miniature golf and bumper cars to last a fucking lifetime. And the fucking shame of the goddamn carousel.
The carou-fucking-sel. He’d sat in one of the carriages with Megan snuggled close to him, her eyes bright and sparkling.
They’d already been there for three fucking hours and he was considering having this motherfucker blown to bits and fucking pieces so Megan would never, fucking ever-ever-ever, get it in her head for them to have a motherfucking date here again.
Fucking never.
Every-fucking time, they ended up back at these motherfuckers. The go-carts. After the third fucking time stuffed into those small fuckers, he wised the fuck up and let Megan win. It became fucking clear to Christopher she wouldn’t move on until she beat him.
 
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Misguided (Death Dwellers MC #4)
 
 
A biker: Lucas 'Mortician' Banks stopped believing in love after a bitter betrayal. As Club Enforcer, the Death Dwellers MC is his home, where no rules exist and brotherhood rule. He never expected to fall for the daughter of K-P Andrews, a biker from the old guard, who is now deceased. Is love enough to survive secrets, brutality, and betrayal?

A beauty: Bailey Andrews was fascinated by the biker from the first moment they met. She seized the opportunity to have his phone number and, somehow, ended up married to him when she accompanied Mortician on a run to Las Vegas. She uncovers the connection between her father and Mortician’s father and the horrible betrayals it led to within the MC. Can she leave the secrets stay buried? Or will she expose them and ruin her marriage to the only man she’ll ever love?

A bet: Smug in his assumption he’d never fall as hard for as woman as his Prez fell for a girl, Mortician put his money where his mouth was and made that bet. With 20 G's on the line and two weeks left before he wins or loses, Mortician has to decide if Bailey and their marriage is more important or saving face and keeping his money. Having only ever seen the destruction of love gone wrong, what will Mortician decide?

A baby: Now, Bailey’s pregnant with his baby and hiding another detrimental secret that she, herself, recently discovered. Will she have to choose between her life and the baby’s? Or will she find a way to save both herself and her child?

Warning: This is a brutal tale of worlds colliding—a mega-church with the command to destroy, powerful men with their own agendas, and raw and dirty bikers who will win at all costs. Contains violence, drug use, and excessive foul language.
 
 
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3:33AM

Every decision for life-changing events happened at 3:33 in the morning.

Or so his father claimed.

To Mortician, though, three thirty three represented something different. Symbolized half of evil and, when put together, created a whole.

Six fucking six six, divided by two, equaled half of fucking Satan. Fitting. Sharper and Charlemagne Banks equaled the demonic fucking duo. One couldn’t work without the other. Therefore, life-changing events always took place at three fucking thirty-three—because Fat & Skinny, Evil & Eviler, Slicker & Slickest, worked together.

Muscles twitching in anger, Mortician hunkered down in the pew, glaring at the overcrowded pulpit and searching the choir stand for Char as Sharper’s voice droned on.

Mortician had spent too many Sundays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays in this fucking building. As the membership grew and Sharper’s pockets swelled, their status inched up. And the fucking deceit went out of control.

A flash of silver material caught his eye and Mortician shifted, angling his head to get a better glimpse of her. Char. Still gorgeous with her dusky skin, high cheekbones, and slanted eyes. Bitch couldn’t compare to Bailey, though.

Not wanting to think of Bailey right now because he needed to keep calm to get to her, Mortician gritted his teeth and shifted, scowling at the imperious lift of the brow from the older suited-up motherfucker next to him. Suit and tie bent and whispered something to his wife and she peeked around her husband. She was younger, could have been his daughter, except for the way the man buzzed her lips with his own.

Unable to help himself, Mortician winked at her. Sadity, stuck-up, society bitch, who would open her legs to him in a minute. He tried his best to stay away from married bitches, a certain cop’s wife being the exception.

The nose-far-enough-in-the-air-to-drown-in-a-drizzle motherfucker angled his body toward Mortician in clear warning.

He wanted a dick measuring contest here? In church? Really?

If not for the maid he’d bribed—well, the knife to her throat had helped—he’d be bored as a motherfucker listening to his father’s baritone voice singing Praise Is What I Do.

He needed to act normal. If his dad thought for one minute that Mortician knew he had Bailey, he’d give the order and have her killed.

That thought fucked with his head, so Mortician leaned over to fuck with Mr. Asshole and Mrs. Sadity. “If your dick too limp from all the steroids you must fucking take to get so built, I’ll fuck her for you.”

Anger lit the man’s dark eyes. Finally, some fucking entertainment. But it didn’t ease the ache in Mortician’s chest.
 
 
 

He needed Bailey.

No. He needed to get Bailey safe. He didn’t need her. He’d needed his mother and he’d needed Charlemagne and he’d had his heart ripped out both times.

Give it up, asshole. You need Bailey. You want her. You love her.

So now he was hearing romantic fucking voices in his head? Fuck off. He’d prefer to talk to his dick. Once upon a time, he’d named it Roscoe.

Had he ever told Bailey that his dick’s name was Roscoe? Had he even remembered? There wasn’t much he remembered when he was around Bailey. She consumed him.

Mortician shook a little, almost unable to remain in his seat and pretend she wasn’t somewhere in one of the million rooms of this mega-church.

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. But, mostly, he wanted to fucking kill. And he would. Brutally and viciously. Slowly and methodically.
 
 


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Misalliance (Death Dwellers MC #4.5)
 
 
Kendall Miller walked away from the VP of the Death Dwellers to heal. She'd made mistake after mistake. Just weeks before she delivers Johnnie's baby, she wants to reclaim the sexy club VP.

Johnnie's angry and hurt that Kendall walked away from him on their wedding day. He swears it's over between them. But Kendall is determined to seal their love once and for all.
 
 
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Misconduct (Death Dwellers MC #5)
 
 
In the final full novel of the series tells the story of Digger Banks, traitor to the Death Dwellers MC. His brother and club enforcer, Mortician, is charged with the task of putting him to ground. Will both brothers survive and can the Death Dwellers withstand another betrayal and tragedy?
 
 
Coming September 2015
 
 
 
About Kathryn Kelly
 
 
Kathryn Kelly is living her dream and writing books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe. In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Interview Time...
1.Tell us a bit about yourself?
I’m a single mom. At the moment I have no significant other because my kids and my writing occupy most of my time.
2. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
Years ago! It wasn’t until 2013 that I got the courage to write my own stories.
3. Who are your literary role models?
So many! Frank Yerby, Madeline Sheehan, Sidney Sheldon, Eloisa James, Katy Evans, Sabrina Jeffries…to name a few.
4. What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I enjoy reading, listening to music (which I also do during edits), going to the movies, eating, throwing parties.
5. Out of all the books you've written, do you have a favourite? If so which one?
Misled is my favorite because it was the first book I wrote.
6. What inspired the Death Dweller's MC Series?
Outlaw inspired me, once I met him in a dream and he lived with me for days until I sat and wrote about him.
7. All the covers are absolutely amazing for this series. What was the idea behind each one?
With each cover, we were trying to capture the essence of their personalities. Outlaw and that smirk on Misled. He seems like a man who owns the world and knows it. Johnnie seems so likeable, even approachable. In the books, he is. He’s the businessman, after all. But he’s also a killer, the worst of them all. Val’s cover shows a carefree man, who lives for the road, and yet he’s haunted by his past. Mortician seems to be the quiet thinker. Again, he is everyone’s sounding board and he’s more than happy to give advice, but he isn’t quiet and he is the club enforcer so his outward appearance hides the heart of him. And Digger…Digger’s cover shows him as he is seen—an outlaw biker. But it doesn’t reveal the man who looks up to his brother and is desperate to save Mortician from the wrath of their father.
8. All the members of the Death Dweller's MC are headstrong, intense characters. How do you go about writing them?
It gets difficult because each of their personalities intrude on one another’s stories. However, the strongest and most intense one of all, Outlaw, drowns out everyone else’s voice. When I get him out the way, then I can hear the main characters of the stories I’m writing. He’s the only one I can’t ever get in line. I’ve even had to write Misappropriate and Misjudged because his voice was so strong.
9. Do you have a character that is close to your heart from this series? If so who and what makes them so special
Christopher “Outlaw” Caldwell. He’s crude but he also tells it like it is and he has an amazing ability to read people and situations. One of my readers called him “crudely brilliant” and the description hits the nail right on the head.
10. What's next on the agenda for you?
I haven’t quite decided what’s next for me once I finish the Death Dwellers. I’m going to miss them but I know it’s time for me to move on.
 

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