Running Blind (Havoc MC book 2) by SE Jakes virtual tour | Spotlight, Excerpt & #giveaway @Riptidebooks @authorsejakes @TTCBooksandmore

An ATF agent who lives for danger finds what he craves from an outlaw biker.

It’s impossible for a one-percenter motorcycle club member to simply walk away—and no one knows that better than undercover agent Bram, who’s almost killed for trying. His cover isn’t blown—yet—but it’s only a matter of time. The Heathens won’t be satisfied until he’s dead, so he decides to lay low and heal.

But when his younger brother’s disappearance throws a wrench into his plan, Bram ends up in Shades Run, a town ruled by the notorious Havoc MC. In less than twenty-four hours, Bram finds himself at the mercy of Sweet, Havoc’s president, as he throws himself into the undercover role of a lifetime: himself. A man who’s never belonged anywhere, and who will do anything to protect his younger brother.

When finding Linc seems impossible, Bram is torn between Sweet, Linc, and revealing his true identities . . . and there appears to be no way out. Once again, he risks it all trying to save it all. Only this time he’s got no backup to save him if he falls.

Running Blind is available from Riptide or Amazon

And don’t miss book one in the Havoc series, Running Wild!

Excerpt...

Chapter One

Hell ain’t a bad place to be

“No one quits us—you’re a dead man walking.”

Those words rang in Bram’s ears for weeks after the beatdown by the Heathens MC that left him wishing he was dead, which was the point.

Lesson given, lesson received.

Rest and recovery, the docs kept stressing, when all he wanted was to put as much distance between himself and the hospital bed as possible. And he’d meant that literally, planned on taking the vacation that his supervisor suggested.

For your heath—to rest and relax, Parisi’d emphasized.

Which was bullshit, because Bram was ninety percent sure a one-percenter, violent motorcycle club wouldn’t let him escape that easily.

But maybe that’s just you being paranoid.

To the Heathens, he’d been a prospective member named Monk. In reality, he’d been an undercover ATF agent who’d infiltrated the club and served up evidence that resulted in numerous arrests and convictions, putting the Heathens in serious legal and financial troubles.

Bram knew at the outset that leaving an MC once he’d been patched in was close to impossible, and that vacating even a prospect position would put his life in extreme danger.

He’d expected the ATF to have his back, and he’d been wrong.

“The plan went to shit,” was all Parisi would tell him. “Heads will roll.”

Bram was no stranger to pain, but there were moments during his recovery that he’d actively prayed for death. Most of the time he’d refused to let himself focus on the broken bones and stab wounds he’d endured.

To say he was skittish these days was putting it mildly, and it was safe to say that the last place he’d wanted to end up was Shades Run and in the potential crosshairs of another notorious MC—and too close to the one that’d nearly killed him for comfort.

But for his younger brother, Linc, Bram was a goddamned sucker. Which was why he was headed there to see a man about a bounty, and to get a lead on Linc’s whereabouts. Because Linc had been MIA for months, even after Bram’s doctors had left him a series of messages regarding the state of Bram’s health.

Linc was a lot of things, and he could flake on a moment’s notice, but like Bram, Linc knew life or death. For him to have just not responded….

Fuck it. Bram refused to let himself go there again. He’d move forward instead and deal with Linc’s disappearance.

Which was why, nearly a month after his near-death experience, Bram found himself sitting in a bar called Bertha’s the night before his appointment with the bounty hunter from Shades Run, who obviously got off on dialing Bram’s number a hundred motherfucking times a day.

Goddammit, Linc.

Bram couldn’t say that enough. Wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He’d put his own life on goddamned hold for Linc again. Their sister, Linnea, told Bram he was nuts to do so again, but she always said that. In two days, she’d be calling demanding to know why Bram hadn’t gotten Linc back home yet, not giving a shit that there was now a fucking bounty hunter threatening to show up at his door because Linc had jumped bail.

Obviously, Bram had been listed as giving collateral for the bond . . . and he’d done no such thing.

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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