Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Title: Starting the Riot
Series: Riot MC #0.5
Author: Karen Renee
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 28, 2020
Jackie Eastmon’s life changes after a brutal attack on her best friend. While getting Simone the help she needs, Jackie meets a rough, burly biker.
Henry “Volt” Adler, President of the Riot MC Jacksonville chapter, admires Jackie’s rarely found spunk and dedication to Simone. The timing is all wrong for him to pursue Jackie. He runs into her nearly two years later, and he will stop at nothing to make her his.
Jackie struggles with this bossy, alpha-male in her life. When she learns he knows who attacked Simone but hasn’t made them pay, she questions if he’s the man for her.
Upon the two-year anniversary of the attack, Simone attempts suicide, and Volt hates seeing Jacqueline hurting for her friend. He orders his brothers to make the attackers pay for what they did to Simone.
“Exactly,” he whispered. “Those fuckers aren’t going to confess. They’ve had years to get their stories straight. With that in mind, if I tell you who they are, what are you going to do with that info? Go off half-cocked and find yourself in the same fuckin’ shape, or God forbid, worse?”
I finally got out of his grip and stalked to the other side of the office. It took all my control to not cry with the amount of frustration coursing through my body. Hearing his footsteps approaching me, I turned and held my arms out to keep him back.
“I‒” My teeth clenched as I fought my extreme urge to argue with Volt. 
Making matters worse, he was right. I would do something, and even if I didn’t think I was half-cocked, I probably would be.
I narrowed my gaze. “Barnes wouldn’t be half-”
His chuckle was sinister. “No, he’d go straight to jail, Jacqueline. Worse, it’d be a third strike.”
My brows furrowed. “Third strike? He‒”
Volt shook his head. “You don’t know his past. I’m not having that on my conscience.”
Again, he was right, but I couldn’t stop myself. “That’s if he gets caught.”
Volt laughed at that and it both pleased and annoyed me. I loved making him laugh, but I didn’t want him to know it.
Giving into my annoyance, I said, “I wasn’t being funny.”

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