From New York Times and Top 100 bestseller Marata Eros, comes a #1Heist & Organized Crime Thriller and Top 100 Bestselling series.
"... strong writing style The story is woven around a dark character study of abuse, both past and current. "...violent and gritty, but never devoid of true emotion....not for the faint of heart, Eros has a way of describing the most gruesome situations and visuals with the most beautiful words and poetic turns of phrase, and that ability never fails to draw me into her stories.” - Stefanie B., Line Editor, Red Adept Editing
Synopsis:
Brett Rife is dumb. Stupid. Slow.
At least - that's what people assume.
That's what the parade of men who came through his and Mama's house during his childhood fed him like poison on a spoon. Then Brett grew up and when his Mama's threatened, he takes care of what he must.
When Road Kill MC trio, Noose, Wring and Lariat, get caught up in Brett's mess, they see the raw potential of the man - to become a brother. Brett Rife becomes Trainer, and gets the family he never had. Trainer doesn't know how to love, he's never been taught. He gives up, seeking solace in the clubwhores. Until Krista Glass.
Krista is a special needs teacher. When she's faced with a forced sabbatical, she doesn't get assigned her regular, early elementary students. Instead, Krista gets three adults. One man is so quietly brutal, so deep - so unreachable - Krista's not sure she can help him. Until she finds that Trainer helps her in ways Krista never knew she wanted. Needed.
As the stakes rise, and a dangerous man begins to threaten Krista, will Trainer compromise his position within RK MC and the courts to protect her?
Trainer is a full-length, standalone romantic suspense novel with hot sex, no cheating, strong language, an HEA ending and NO CLIFFHANGERS. Contains disturbing themes that might be uncomfortable for some. Perfect for fans of Joanna Wylde, and who also like the dark fare of Pepper Winters.
An Amazon #1 Thriller and Top 100 bestselling series.
Mama stops his hairy wrist, but I know it's gonna happen anyway.
The beatings.
And it does. I feel the air pass over my head as I duck instinctively, but the blow strikes me anyway. I bow forward under only the partial impact.
“Don't, Arnie! He's just stickinʼ up for me!”
“You don't need nobody standinʼ up for ya—you got me!” he roars, pounding his fist on his chest like an ape.
His meaty palm, just like all the others I've seen from Mama's men my entire life, hits me again.
I fall to the floor, hands striking the dirty linoleum to break my fall.
I know I can survive. Been surviving.
I've taken the beatings, whippings, cigarette burns, and tool marks for years.
But this time, something deep inside me snaps. I’m not five years old anymore, pissing in my own Wheaties. Pathetic. Scrawny.
“Look at ʼim.” Arnie's upper lip lifts in a sneer of disdain.
He's just Right Now Arnie. There’ve been an asston of Arnies before him.
They’re all my mama ever picks.
Arnies.
“He's as dumb as a box of rocks.” He grunts.
Yeah. That's true. I can't read. Can't figure. Can't do shit. But I can fight.
Wiping the blood off my lip with my index finger, I fling it to the floor.
I give Mama a look, and she gives a tiny shake of her head, begging me not to do what she sees on my face. The thrum of violence, always underneath the surface of my skin like an itch I can't scratch, is a current of agony.
Just one more time, I think. Trying to put up with another beating. For mama.
