Embrace the danger.

Sean Rush is an adrenaline junkie. That’s why he was in the Army, why he steals and races classic muscle cars . . . and why he can’t stay away from bad boy Ryker, a Havoc Motorcycle Club lieutenant. Fortunately, Ryker can’t seem to stay away from Sean—he’s spent the last eight months breaking into Sean’s apartment and stealing into his bed, leaving Sean physically satisfied but increasingly restless.

Sean has always avoided relationships. He likes to come and go without being controlled. And Ryker is possibly the most controlling man he’s ever known. Still, he finds that he wants more from Ryker than their silent nighttime encounters.

Then one of Sean’s thefts goes bad, and Ryker’s protective instincts kick into overdrive. He takes Sean to the Havoc compound, determined to keep him safe. But Sean’s past threatens the safety of Havoc—and everything Ryker holds dear. Worse, Ryker’s hiding secrets of his own. Soon it’s obvious that the adrenaline rush can’t keep them together anymore. But maybe love can.

Sean Rush lives his life on the edge, it's how he works best. A mechanic by day and a muscle car thief by night he has no rules and answers to no one. Until Ryker storms into his life, turns it upside down, inside out and makes Sean question everything. Sean joined the military when he was still a teenager in an attempt to escape the same fate of his father, who is serving a life sentence on two counts of murder. While he was in Iraq he lost a friend and the combination of that and just the war have left him suffering from PTSD. It's while he's home on leave that the affair with Ryker starts, and while Sean doesn't realize it at the time, it's what gets him through the last few months in Iraq.

Ryker has a dark past himself, but he keeps it well hidden. As the muscle of the local Motorcycle Club, Havoc, Ryker is large and in charge and while Sean pushes his buttons and pushes back every time Ryker tries to tame him... something about Sean keeps him coming back. In the beginning it's a casual thing. Ryker somehow gets into Sean's house that is locked up like fort knox and fucks him until he can't see straight, much less remember his own name. Then Sean wakes up alone. The only evidence of the wild nights of passion, lust, sweat and screams are Sean's sore throat from his vocalization, sore ass and that single red rose that Ryker always leaves behind.

While Sean questions everything about the situation, Ryker is steadfast and unyielding through the entire process. Which consists of a lot of inner turmoil, anxiety, self doubt and a little psychosis from Sean. There are a lot of obstacles to them being together long term though. A local cop that would like nothing more than to bust Sean's balls, an undercover agent that has infiltrated one of the MC's, the muscle of BOTH MC's wanting nothing more than to get Sean into their beds and lets not forget Sean's own method of self destruction. But throughout all of it, there is one thing Sean is certain of, Ryker. So when his faith in his new lover is shrouded in doubt, it may prove to be that proverbial final straw.

From about two chapters into this book I started seeing Son's of Anarchy with a gay storyline. I was seeing Sean as Jax and Ryker as Opie which added a very distinct visual element to the story for me that gave it a grittier edge. And this story is very gritty already. Anger, love, lust and betrayal run rampant in this book. But what I really enjoyed was this inner monologue rolling around in Sean's head, and the way it's written you are left wondering if Sean is truly saying all this shit out loud? Or is Ryker just so atuned to Sean that he's reading his thoughts. The push and pull of these characters is electric and dangerous, and Sean has to make a conscious effort to resist sometimes, just so he can pretend he is indifferent about their relationship. But god almighty when they connect it is white hot and intense. And Ryker will take Sean on any surface that will hold their weight, including the hood of the car, in broad daylight, in a parking lot, Wow!

I absolutely loved this story. Two extreme alpha males learning how to navigate the rough waters of love with handle bars and tattoos. There are a few twists and turns along the way as well, a few hysterical moments and a lot of HOT HOT HOT as Hell sex. Surely a must read. And if you are a fan of SOA and you've always had this little niggle in the back of your mind about certain characters, you should be awarded the fruit of your imagination come to life with Running Wild!

A note from the author...

Thanks so much to TTC Books and More for hosting me on the tour for Running Wild: Havoc Book 1. This is the start of a brand new series, with different heroes for each book and HEAs at the end of each book. Sean Rush and Ryker stole my heart a long time ago, and I’m excited for you guys to meet all of them.

Prologue

Don’t Need Love

Every single time he broke into my house, I had to convince myself it wasn’t a dream.
I never knew when he’d show, couldn’t plan for the times he’d yank the sheet off me before the mattress shifted under his weight. His hands were big and rough on my bare back, and when he flipped me over and skimmed between my legs, that heated rough on my cock was heaven.
So was the big, hot body on mine.
I didn’t know if I should be stopping it. But why would I? Hot sex, no commitment. Hell, no talking. Most of the time just a soundtrack of classic rock, punctuated mostly by the Grateful Dead, which made the whole thing so goddamned hot. It was the perfect nonrelationship for a guy like me, since my lifestyle was completely nonconducive to relationships.
But this guy wasn’t just any guy. No one in my twenty-four years had ever had the balls to pull this kind of break-and-enter shit with me. I was impressed. Fascinated.
He was a shadow. I was used to moving through places unnoticed, but even though he had it down to an art form, he definitely wanted to be noticed when he came into my bed. And he was strong. Stronger than I was, which was no easy feat.
He was tattooed. Always bore a couple of bite marks after we finished. I couldn’t help myself—I liked the idea of leaving my mark, but then, I was always hoarse the mornings after he visited, so I guess we were even.
He liked to study me in that brief space of time postsex before I crashed. I could see the appreciation in his dark eyes, and it made me squirm. He’d notice that I was somewhere between embarrassed and enjoyment, and he’d chuckle, low and husky, and that made my cock hard. Again.
I wanted to ask him why the hell he kept breaking in, but I didn’t. It was obvious to me—he wanted to fuck. And I was acquiescing when I normally wouldn’t have. I liked control, all types, all the time. But during these visits, it didn’t matter.
He made me dizzy. Pliant. Incoherent.
I could tell he liked me that way. Expected it.
He’d take his sweet time—always did—but I always got what I needed when I needed it. He didn’t hold anything back, would stop me from thinking, worrying. Took all the shit from my shoulders for those hours.
The whole thing was a free fall every single time. I pleaded for it, gave it up with no shame because sex shouldn’t have shame. And I wasn’t ashamed of this at all . . . but I didn’t know if I was supposed to be his secret . . . or if he was mine.
Why the hell did I think about it this hard, this much?
I was getting seriously laid on a regular basis. More orgasms than anyone had a right to. Fucked blind and dumb.
Fucked to sleep.
And then he’d leave. I never knew how long he stayed, pretended I didn’t give a shit. But I’d wake up in the morning and tell myself he’d stayed for a while after I went to sleep, even though I had no idea if he had or not. Because I pretty much passed out by the end of it, the good kind of exhausted where I was so comfortable I probably had a stupid smile on my face when I did so.
Did he tire me out purposely?
Furthermore, how did he get into my place? It was locked down tight. In my more lucid moments, I thought about adding another dead bolt, more locks and a different security system, all at once, just to see if he could still get through.
But what if he couldn’t?
It was what stopped me every single time.

SE Jakes

SE Jakes writes m/m romance. She believes in happy endings and fighting for what you want in both fiction and real life. She lives in New York with her family, and most days, she can be found happily writing (in bed). No really...

SE Jakes is the alter ego of New York Times bestselling paranormal and romantic suspense author Stephanie Tyler.

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