{"id":15617,"date":"2016-07-29T08:00:26","date_gmt":"2016-07-29T13:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=15617"},"modified":"2016-07-27T11:45:17","modified_gmt":"2016-07-27T16:45:17","slug":"wotr-exclusive-viperscreedmc-challenged-by-ryan-michele","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=15617","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR #EXCLUSIVE #VipersCreedMC – Challenged by Ryan Michele"},"content":{"rendered":"

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We are so thrilled to bring you an exclusive scene from Ryan Michele, set in the world of her Vipers Creed MC series! If you’ve ever been curious about the inner workings of a motorcycle club, and the bond between them, you do not want to miss this exclusive look!<\/p>\n

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\"challengedAbout CHALLENGED<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Lust, love, and second chances.<\/p>\n

Growing up in the fast-paced and rough life of a motorcycle club wasn\u2019t easy. Cleaning up the mess his father had made of Vipers Creed meant sacrifice. Cade \u2018Spook\u2019 Baker had given up everything to bring the club life back to what it was supposed to be: a family.<\/p>\n

The choices he made were not what he wanted, but they were necessary for the club as a whole.
\nSecond chances rarely came to Spook, so when his Trixie walked boldly into his clubhouse, the decision was made. Trixie would once again be his, this time for good.<\/p>\n

Trix Lamasters was raised by a master\u2014a master con. All grown up, she made her life solid by making it about her club, Sirens. But one bad business decision brought her to her knees, forcing her to call on the one person she had sworn she would never trust again.<\/p>\n

Pasts have a way of not staying there. Things that were buried deep have a way of finding themselves in the light of a new day. Could something that had once crashed and burned for Spook and Trixie find a way out of the wreckage? With the odds against them, can they find a way to overcome the challenges, or will it all blow up in their faces?<\/p>\n

**Due to content, mature audiences only.**<\/p>\n

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\"Conquering-ebook\"<\/p>\n

About CONQUERING<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Wes \u2018Stiff\u2019 Collins lived life on the wild side. He worked from the moment he knew what the word meant, always making the best of every situation. There was nothing about his past he would change.<\/p>\n

Without a real family except his brother Xander, Stiff joined the Vipers Creed Motorcycle Club, and they taught him what it was to have people he could depend on. When his past crashed into his present, he vowed to protect the club that had always been his steady, even if it meant turning his back on the woman who had given him life.<\/p>\n

Chelsea Miller\u2019s life was simple: work, take care of her family, and save for the future. Everything was about having a goal and a plan. However, when her sister ended up battered and bruised on a diner floor, everything she thought was in her past suddenly threatened her future. In a moment, she had a new goal, everything else be damned. She would protect her family \u2026 at all costs.<\/p>\n

Stiff and Chelsea\u2019s worlds collide in an explosion of determination, strength, and lust. Will they give in to temptation, or will conquering each other be too steep a price? Two people not afraid to put in the work will either overcome everything in their paths or finally crumble under life\u2019s troubles they can\u2019t escape, all in the name of family.<\/p>\n

**Due to content, mature audiences only.**<\/p>\n

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Read the exclusive scene now:<\/strong><\/h2>\n

**Prequel to Challenged & Conquering**<\/p>\n

Time seemed to stand still at this time of night, the time just before closing but not quite midnight. The time when your feet ached so badly they screamed at you to sit down, yet you knew, if you did, you wouldn\u2019t get back up to finish out the night.<\/p>\n

Huffing out a breath, I watched the clock. Tick, tock<\/em>. Each second passed as I wished and hoped for customers to come in to keep me busy before I closed out the night. Only an hour to go before I had to clean up and go to bed alone.<\/p>\n

As if fate heard my wish for once in my life, the bell above the door chimed, and the air in Charlie\u2019s Diner suddenly thickened with their<\/em> presence, compressing, making the space feel smaller. It happened every damn time they came.<\/p>\n

I thought at one time it was just the age of this place, the low ceilings or something, that made it small. Nope. It was them: the five grown, hulking, badass men who each stood tall, proud, and screamed trouble. The Viper\u2019s Creed Motorcycle Club, namely Spook, Boner, Stiff, and Dawg.<\/p>\n

Each man was over six-feet tall, and each exuded a commanding presence.<\/p>\n

Small town chatter was always buzzing with different stories of the men, Charlie included. It seemed people were divided over the club. Some spoke their praises of helping little old lady Pearson with her groceries in the car, while others swore they were criminals.<\/p>\n

Me, well, I was nothing more than a waitress at a diner, trying to keep my head above water. I didn\u2019t really care what the men did or didn\u2019t do. When they came in, which I had to admit was pretty regularly, they were always excellent tippers. At the end of the day, that was all I was concerned with.<\/p>\n

Rolling my shoulders back and stiffening my spine, I found the confidence I needed to handle the sheer amount of testosterone in the air from the men because they were all sexy. Each and every one of them: Spook with his beard and jet black hair; Boner with his tousled, sexy hair that looked like he had just rolled out of bed; Stiff with his bald head, tall bulked frame, and sexy as hell demeanor, making my girlie parts tingle; and Dawg who was sexy with his long dark brown hair that curled around his ears.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, guys, have a seat anywhere you like. I\u2019m on my own tonight, so anywhere you go, you\u2019re stuck with me,\u201d I greeted them as I made my way to the end of the counter and rounded it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say alone?\u201d Dawg asked.<\/p>\n

I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he had used such a sharp tone. I left it alone, though, sighing as I kept my pace while they settled into their chairs.<\/p>\n

Stiff caught my eye as he flipped his chair around backward then promptly straddled it. He was always a toss up. One never knew what Stiff would do except flirt. He was notorious for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cRickie was working the grill and had a family emergency about twenty minutes ago. Night shift,\u201d I explained. \u201cIt\u2019s usually me and the cook after ten-thirty on the weekdays when it ain\u2019t busy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCharlie know about this?\u201d Boner asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNah, that\u2019s between them when Charlie sees the time clock,\u201d I said. The truth was that Charlie probably wouldn\u2019t know, but I wasn\u2019t a rat.<\/p>\n

Pulling my scratch pad out of my apron, I clicked my pen, ready to take the guys\u2019 orders.<\/p>\n

Stiff watched me carefully, a little too carefully. So much so that I felt a blush crawl up my neck and heat cover my face, no doubt reddening my pale skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be here till you close up.\u201d The deep baritone of his voice shot straight to my belly. \u201cI\u2019ll tail you home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not necessary. It\u2019s happened before. I\u2019m all right, Stiff.\u201d<\/p>\n

Boner looked at Stiff then me. Before he could speak, Stiff met my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot happenin\u2019 again, Chelsea. You wind up alone, you call the clubhouse. No need for you to be here by yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

The guys all looked at Stiff as if he had grown two heads.<\/p>\n

He was a womanizer; I had heard all the stories. Why did he give a shit about me being alone? Then again, the guys, all of them, had always been friendly to me when they came in. This was no different, and it was sweet in a badass sort of way.<\/p>\n

The door chimed, and in walked two college-age girls, giggling like they were at some pop star concert.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe right with y\u2019all. Sit wherever,\u201d I greeted then looked back at Viper\u2019s Creed. \u201cWhat\u2019ll it be? Gotta get started.\u201d I gave them a small smile while I quickly scribbled their orders as the girls approached. They were overly done up in enough makeup to make a drag queen jealous.<\/p>\n

\u201cPick a seat,\u201d I reminded them as if I hadn\u2019t said it two seconds ago. \u201cLet me drop the fries, and I\u2019ll be back to take your orders.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re here for them.\u201d The darker-haired girl pointed at Stiff and Boner, biting her lip. I was sure it was meant to be sexy, but it failed.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have time for this.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen I\u2019ll get to work on gettin\u2019 \u2019em fed while y\u2019all get to work on gettin\u2019 their dicks wet.\u201d I rolled my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cSpunk, Chelsea. You got spunk.\u201d Dawg laughed.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t look back. Instead, I headed behind the wall to the kitchen area where I mocked the girls continually in my mind while I dropped fries in the hot oil.<\/p>\n

When the fryer quieted, I had to stifle my gasp as I overheard the brazen women.<\/p>\n

\u201cLike, what made y\u2019all wanna be part of a club?\u201d one of them asked in that valley-girl-wanting-to-be-seductive-and-failing tone.<\/p>\n

The men laughed loudly, and then Dawg was the first to answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe ain\u2019t a club. We\u2019re fuckin\u2019 family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou kn-know, TV makes it so h-hot,\u201d the other girl began. \u201cWh-what\u2019s the appeal?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was the sound of someone smacking the table hard, and I jolted.<\/p>\n

\u201cPussy. All the pussy we can handle,\u201d Stiff taunted, and I couldn\u2019t help the way my heart thudded in my chest painfully. \u201cThing is, bitches like you come in here, thinking you can be a part of something like this. You don\u2019t know shit, and you ain\u2019t shit. Your only place is sucking my cock when I feel like having it sucked. Got plenty of mouses for that, so move the fuck along. We got dinner to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t see the table from where I was flipping burgers for their patty melts, but I heard Spook after I made out the squeal of one of the ladies.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t ever fucking touch my leather. I\u2019m Vipers\u2019. I\u2019m not yours, and you\u2019re not mine. Like my brother said, move the fuck along.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spook could be intimidating on a regular day, but the ice in his voice now had me on edge to even take him his plate. Those two dimwits didn\u2019t seem to get it, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe could be your dessert,\u201d one of the women said.<\/p>\n

If I didn\u2019t have a spatula in my hand with hot grease on it, I would have smacked my head.<\/p>\n

The sound of a chair scraping back against the floor assaulted my ears before Boner said, \u201cWe\u2019re not interested. Even on your knees, on my cock, or licking the motherfuckin\u2019 floor, the two of you don\u2019t make the cut. Move on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hell, I fully expected them to at least take the girls out to the parking lot and fuck them. At least, that would be par for the course according to the talk of the town.<\/p>\n

On a humph<\/em>, I heard the girls exit.<\/p>\n

I shook off the words and worked on my task of plating the men\u2019s food.<\/p>\n

Dawg laughed. \u201cCan you believe that shit?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe live by a code and die by a code. Bitches don\u2019t know shit unless we tell them. Pussy doesn\u2019t get you by,\u201d Boner stated as I dumped the last of the fries onto their plates.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we wanna see pussy, I\u2019m sure we can head over to Sirens. Heard it\u2019s got a new woman in charge.\u201d The tone in Stiff\u2019s voice made me wonder if they really did frequent the strip club in town.<\/p>\n

\u201cOrder up!\u201d I yelled out of habit before I took the plates burning into my skin out to the sexy patrons.<\/p>\n

I really had to get my head out of my ass where Stiff and all of Vipers Creed was concerned. It wasn\u2019t my business and never would be.<\/p>\n

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About Ryan Michele<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don\u2019t see coming.<\/p>\n

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it\u2019s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.<\/p>\n

When she isn\u2019t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.<\/p>\n

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