Blood & Betrayal by Kylie Hillman is a box set of her complete Black Shamrocks MC series! This one is full of angst and romance. Take a look here!
On the surface, the Black Shamrocks MC is exactly what an outlaw motorcycle club should be. Unapologetically brutal. Unquestionably ruthless. Unwaveringly loyal. The brotherhood appears rock solid; allied and impenetrable. Their various blood ties only serve as a reminder of the generations of kinship and family that came before them.
Dig a little deeper and the illusion begins to shatter. Beneath a well-cultivated facade of unity, old tensions simmer and new alliances are created. Game plans are being put into action. Illegitimate legacies are being secured. Deals with the devil are being made.
While these betrayals are being executed with cold efficiency, a new love is born. It’s a love that those undermining the club never saw coming. It’s a love that threatens to derail the upcoming coup. It’s a love that could unite them all and stop evil in its tracks if it’s allowed to prosper.
When those closest to you are plotting your downfall, is it possible for love to conquer all? If the war needed to defeat those responsible could cost you a loved one, would you be willing to pay the price? Unfortunately, the answers don’t matter anymore … because, ready or not, the Black Shamrocks MC is about to be engulfed by Blood & Betrayal.
The box set includes:
Five full length novels – Seizing Control, Making Choices, Seeking Redemption, Tempting Fate, and Finding Nirvana
Two novellas – Soothing Suffering and Conquering Circumstances
A never-before-released story – Craving Control is a 40,000-word story from Brendan Taylor’s point-of-view. The villain finally gets to have his say!
Extended epilogues for all surviving characters at the end of Finding Nirvana. This takes place six months after Finding Nirvana finishes and features the Christmas wedding of a much-loved character.
Soothing Suffering, Black Shamrocks MC #0.5
My impatience to see her has me barrelling through our bedroom door without trying to lessen the noise. Not that it matters. Lainey is exactly where my common sense said she would be. Curled up in a ball in the middle of our bed, with my pillow trapped between her knees and arms. With her blonde hair spilling free and no covers over her barely clothed body, she looks like so small and innocent. Like the girl she used to be. If I could bottle this moment, and find some way to douse her in it when she wakes, I would.
Toeing off my boots, then shedding the rest of my clothes at lightning speed—pausing only to hang my cut in its spot over the back of the armchair—I’m naked bar my boxers and ready for the favourite part of my night. Lainey flinches from my touch when she’s awake, turning red every time she does because underneath it all she craves me as much I want her. When she’s sleeping, stuck deep in an unnatural, chemically-induced slumber, I take advantage of the respite we both have from her fears, and indulge my own desires.
Using the patience that I couldn’t find when I rushed into the room, I pull back the covers. With infinite gentleness, I lay on the bed and work her body next to mine. The weight of her in my arms, no tension in her frame, no fear on her face, is pure fucking bliss. I should be content with this.
But, I’m not.
No one’s ever accused me of being an easily satisfied man. It’s not in my DNA. So, every night, instead of being pleased by the fact that I get to hold her, I take it one step further and play with fire.
Running my fingertips along Lainey’s partially exposed cleavage, I dip my fingers into the hollow between her tits and then continue to trail down her breast to her nipple. Goosebumps appear in my wake because when she’s held in a sleeping pill created stupor, her mind is at ease right along with her body.
As I do each night, I pray I won’t get caught.
With a smile on my face, and a rapidly hardening cock, I pull her tit free from her tight vest and dip my head to taste her. Rolling my tongue around her hard nipple, I suck it into my mouth.
Lainey moans and arches her back, allowing me better access. My breath catches in my throat. Fear and something more—excitement—stirs in my gut. How would she react if she woke and found me wrapped around her? Would she turn into me like she did this morning? Or would her fear kick in and make her fight?
Shaking free those thoughts, I set her second breast free and worship the nub with the attention that every inch of her deserves until it stands tall, greeting me proudly when I pull my lips away. My hands have a mind of their own, making their way under her top so they can enjoy the feel of her taut stomach, the outline of her ribs, and the underside of each breast. Once they’ve had their fill of the soft, warm skin, they begin the trek over her hips and down to her thighs. I spend time tracing patterns over every inch of skin that I can reach until I can’t stand it any further. My body responds every time a moan leaves her parted lips, my hips instinctively pumping against her when Lainey arches beside me. The enjoyment her unconscious mind takes from my presence sets me on fire. If I wasn’t sure that she’d fucking hate me afterward, I pull down her shorts, and put an end to both our misery by thrusting my straining cock home—deep inside her.
Except, that would make me no better than him.
And, I’m more of a man than he’ll ever be.
Lainey comes first.
So, with a dick that’s weeping with want and a head that’s buoyed by the cold, hard fact that my woman still fucking wants me as much as I want her, I stretch my body out next to hers. Holding my woman to me, I close my eyes and try my hardest to forget that another day has gone by with her still fucked-up and me helpless to fix it. If I could take her away from all of this, I would in a fucking heartbeat.
Wife to a Harley riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke.
Mum to two crazy, adorable, and creative kids.
Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner.
She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80’s/90’s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.
Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.
Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, heart-stopping thrills, or laughter.