BRUTE’s STRENGTH by Karen Renee: Cover Reveal, Excerpt, Pre-Order Links & Teasers

As Vice President of the Riot MC Biloxi Chapter, Brute lives for his motorcycle club. Meeting Kenzie Whitehall challenges his dedication to his carefree lifestyle. Everything about her appeals to him, but he knows she’s looking for commitment. She’s forced to tell him she’s a single mom which should send Brute packing, but he can’t stay away.

Meanwhile, Brute has a homicide detective breathing down his neck. The officer believes Brute has answers in an unsolved murder, and he isn’t above playing Kenzie against Brute to solve the case.

When Kenzie’s ex-husband finds out she’s dating a biker, he threatens to drag her back to court regarding custody and child support payments. Kenzie refuses to give up her shot at happiness with Brute to appease her ex-husband.

Even though he’s falling fast for Kenzie, Brute knows walking away from her is the best thing for her and her daughter. Leaving should be easy. But with three hearts on the line, will Brute find the strength to fight for love?

 

He chuckled, opened my door for me, and waited for me to climb into his truck. If I’d known I’d be climbing into a Ford F-150 today, I wouldn’t have worn such a tight dress. Luckily, the fabric had some elastic in it and I was able to get in without tearing the slit. When I looked down at Brute, his eyes were rapt on my ass.

He glanced up at me, his eyes hot. “Really like your suit, babe.”

“It’s a dress,” I blurted.

“Whatever. It’s fuckin’ hot on you.”

He slammed my door and rounded the hood of the truck shaking his head. What he had to shake his head about, I wasn’t sure, but I suspected it had to do with my ruffle-waist belted dress that looked like a suit, but wasn’t.

Once behind the wheel, he closed his door and leveled a look at me. “You make your work clothes look that good, babe, I can’t wait to see what you wear tomorrow night.”

“That’s putting some pressure on me, Brute.”

He chuckled. “Serves you right, because you’ve damn sure put pressure on me. And I’m used to pressure being relieved, not building like it is.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

He shook his head. “Don’t read into that, lady. I’m just saying, you’re doing a number on me, and we’ve only kissed. Been a long damn time since that’s happened.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I hate to admit it, but you’re right. I do light up when you kiss me. It’s embarrassing.”

He reversed out the parking spot and motored us toward the road. “Don’t be embarrassed. That shit’s a turn on no matter what anybody else thinks.”

“What?” I asked reflexively. I didn’t actually want any explanation, but he shot me a look with a lop-sided grin.

“You light up with a kiss, I can’t fuckin’ wait to see what you do when I suck your clit.”

My eyes widened with surprise, but that was overpowered by the heat scoring straight to my clit and my nipples. He talked this dirty when we weren’t in bed, I couldn’t imagine how he’d speak when we were. 

I hadn’t realized how quiet I’d been until he asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I pressed my lips together, and looked at him from the corner of my eye. “Suppose that’s one way to put it.”

He’d yet to pull into traffic, and vehicles zoomed by us steadily, so he didn’t have to focus on the road. His brown eyes skated up and down my face. Then he tipped his head back and laughed really loud. My body lurched toward his when his hand darted out to my neck and dragged me toward him. He kissed my temple. “You’re too fuckin’ funny, Zee.”

I grinned up at him. “I aim to please.”

He shook his head, focused on the oncoming traffic and took us to lunch.