Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Available Today: Few and Far


Available at Amazon, Dark Hollows Press, Bookstrand, and All Romance Ebooks

Secrets are uncovered as the Sins of Wolves race to save a group of young women from an unimaginable fate. After pooling resources and calling in favors from other charters, the MC is forced to rely upon a nomad for a dangerous delivery and the suspected betrayal is imminent.

Natasha and Brittany Marshall await the arrival of their youngest sibling, but when Daisy reaches Safe Mountain, the sisters realize something is terribly wrong. Understanding the club’s fears may be warranted, the women come to terms with a harrowing truth. They can’t protect the one they’ve worked so hard to save.

Devising a plan to help the sister they love, Natasha and Brittany turn to Romy for help. The women weigh the pros and cons of an impossible situation, but when they make up their minds to stand by the club, an outsider intervenes. Soon, a club vote is handed down and lives are forever altered. Sisters must choose between their mates and the only family they’ve ever known.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Notorious Tramps Now Available at ARE


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Ninety-nine percent of all bikers consider themselves law-abiding citizens. The other one 
percent probably couldn’t care less about the laws, much less those trying to uphold them. 

The Sins of Wolves, a notorious motorcycle gang, might have lived within the confines of 
legal boundaries. Perhaps they would’ve attended PTA meetings and participated in community 
events. Maybe they would’ve settled down and started families of their own, right there in Small 
Town America. 

Fact is, the Sins of Wolves bikers were called upon for a different purpose. They were 
needed for a much greater cause. 

If the MC had functioned in a very different world in very different times, perhaps they 
wouldn’t have sported the distinct diamond patch on their jackets, flaunting their one-percenter 
status like a well-earned badge of honor. 

Then again, the Sins of Wolves took great pride in their status as one-percenter bikers. In 
Sevier County they were symbols of strength, a club known to arrive day or night and pull 
innocent victims away from would-be dangerous situations. 

No, they don’t uphold the law. They aren’t about to abide by reproachable governed 
reform. 

They rule and preside over themselves while taking a stand against immoral conduct. At 
the same time, the MC’s laws on Safe Mountain are quite flexible. 
In fact, sometimes anything goes. 


Read this series in Order
Start with the Prequel in the Dark Hollows Press

Condemned and ChosenNotorious TrampsFew and Far



Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain Series Begins


Dear Santa Anthology
An Angel’s Wings Excerpt
Prequel, Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain Series
Written by Marc Alice & Destiny Blaine
Available Now at Dark Hollows Press and All 3rd Party Retail Sites


“It’s been at least two dozen years since I first heard about the black dog myth. Maybe I didn’t want to believe in tall tales, or perhaps I was afraid the blasted dog represented that perpetual doom others spoke about when they met their final fates or barely missed their own deaths.” Jack Hanson clenched his fists and watched a bear of a man drag his only daughter down the front steps of their modern two-story home. “Whatever my reasons for ignoring the underlying truths represented by some imaginary hound, I sure can’t deny what that damn dog represented now.”

“Don’t do this to yourself, Jack.” Martha, Jack’s wife of twenty years, squeezed his bicep. “You can’t survive this if you blame yourself.”

Jack remained stoic, remembering a recent night when his eighteen-wheeler went sideways on a curvy mountain road. “I’d heard countless stories, enough to know there had to be a little truth in there somewhere, but until I stared into the red, glowing eyes of a frightening beast that could’ve easily been called the devil’s dog, I didn’t know despair, but I knew heartache was coming.”
“We mean your daughter no harm, Mr. Hanson. We’re here to save her life.”

Jack slowly turned and glared at the motorcycle club’s president. The fellow didn’t necessarily look mean, but his physical attributes and the way he carried himself made Jack believe he could hold his own if trouble happened to look for him and find him.
“If I’d known somebody like you would show up on my door and take away my little girl, you can bet that last dollar in your pocket, I wouldn’t have come home. I would’ve thrown up my hands and just let the highway have me.”

“Jack, I know this is difficult for you, but we’re old friends. If I didn’t think these boys could keep our daughters safe, I wouldn’t have come here for yours after giving them mine.” Sheriff Wyatt Marshall nodded at the guys in leather and they exited the Hanson home without another word.

Jack narrowed his gaze on the cold glass once again, watching as four bikers met another eight more at the end of his driveway. “You gave ‘em one daughter. You plannin’ to give ‘em another?” When Sheriff Marshall didn’t answer, Jack wheeled around and faced him. “Answer me. Will you give ‘em Natasha when the time comes?”
Everyone in Sevier County knew Wyatt and his wife cherished their daughters, but the middle one had somehow managed to wrap the tough-talking Sheriff around her little finger. Jack could relate there. Romy Nichole had been his reason for staying on course and pushing his truck to the limits. Once he’d left the Midwestern snowstorm in his rearview mirror, he’d thrown the hammer down. “I was trying to get home in time for Christmas. In spite of the weather, I kept right on truckin’, just hopin’ the blizzard would stay at my back and enough sunshine would peer through those clouds to melt the ice off the highway.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Jack,” Wyatt said, putting his hat atop his head and turning to leave.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack stalked him. “You’re sorry for my loss. What aren’t you tellin’ me? You sayin’ I’ll never see Romy again?”

Sheriff Marshall’s lips set in a grim line. He bowed his head as if he were about to pray.

“No.” Jack shook his head and backed away from the Sheriff as if he were the plague. “No, I won’t accept that.” He grabbed his coat off a nearby hook, slung it behind his back, and stuffed his arms in the sleeves. Before he exited the house, he pointed his finger at the only law and order left in Sevier County. “You can accept your daughter’s fate and whatever those hoodlums tell you, but I won’t let the MC have Romy for keeps. It just ain’t going to happen. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, Jack,” the Sheriff said with far too much pity in his voice. “And I understand how you feel. You think I wanted to give up my first-born?” He followed Jack outside. “Do you?”

“I don’t know what you wanted, Wyatt, but I know what I don’t. I don’t want to lose my only child.”

“This world is changing, Jack. The morals we taught and coveted in our Southern families are the very principles that will cost our daughters their lives. We teach our young women to stand by their ethics and to hold their heads high and for what, Jack? Hmm? You tell me why mothers still teach their daughters to hold out for marriage when those ethical values will now have them kidnapped from their homes, forced into slavery, and transported across the sea to God only knows what?”

Angry as hell, Jack trod through a snowdrift before reaching his plowed driveway. His anger turned to pure rage as he became aware of the droning in the distance, the rumbling of snowmobiles as they roared across the mountain roads. He spun around, feeling hopeless as he acknowledged his failures as a father, the icy chill in the air slapping at his face with more force than a physical strike.

He fell to his knees. His spirit was broken, his heart forever wounded. The MC had taken his daughter and he not only stood by and let them have her, but he thrust her into the arms of a stranger, a man who promised she would be safe, loved, and protected.

In that moment, he noticed a peculiar pattern in the snow. For every pair of snowmobile tracks, a set of paws followed behind. Jack crawled forward a few feet, dragging his hands in the snow just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Well defined, each set of prints had a wide base shaped like a chocolate candy kiss. An inch or so above the sloping mound, four teardrops with unambiguous sharp points indented the ground.

Jack scoured the area as far as the eye could see. The solid white earth stretched before him with more tracks and prints. He slapped his hand next to what soon became his sample, using his fingers to predict measurements.

“Jack, what is it?” Martha called out to him from their porch, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her of his suspicions.

His vision blurred. His eyes throbbed. It was like a drummer boy stood over him, beating his head like a worn-out drum. The noise became louder instead of softer as the vehicles raced down the mountain, drowning out that dull beat now pulsing in his ears.

Jack ran his fingers around the embedded paw shape, about twice the size of his hand. He rose to his feet and followed the trail, expecting to see a clear path straight into the forest. Instead, he stared out over an open field of freshly fallen snow.

His uncertainties left him to wonder about his child’s bleak future. Had he protected his only daughter or had he thrown Romy to the wolves, to a pack of dogs just waiting to strip away her innocence, maybe even her life?
His daughter had slipped away with renegades, maybe even outright rogues. Now, she was out there somewhere, riding with bikers, with men who were considered dangerous. These men stood against the new laws and order of a country shaped by indecision and scandal. They were thought of as defectors and traitors, yet Jack had entrusted his daughter’s life with them because the alternative guaranteed death and destruction wrought with horror and unknowns.

Sure, Romy faced an undetermined destiny, but given the alternative, she at least had hope. Under the cover of a dark, black night, Romy was headed for Safe Mountain, a legendary protective haven for innocent young women.


As a father, Jack prayed the place would live up to its name.

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Friday, January 17, 2014

Snippets from Sins of Wolves: The Safe Mountain Series

An Angel’s Wings Snippet

An Angel’s Wings is available now and found in the Dear Santa: A Collection of Erotic Holiday Stories anthology, available now at Dark Hollows Press and all third party retail sites.


Jack scoured the area as far as the eye could see under the full moon’s light. The solid white earth stretched before him with more tracks and prints. He slapped his hand next to what soon became his sample, using his fingers to predict measurements.

“Jack, what is it?” Martha called out to him from their porch, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her of his suspicions.

His vision blurred. His eyes throbbed. It was like a drummer boy stood over him, beating his head like a worn-out drum. The noise became louder instead of softer as the vehicles raced down the mountain, drowning out that dull beat now pulsing in his ears.

Jack ran his fingers around the embedded paw shape, about twice the size of his hand. He rose to his feet and followed the trail, expecting to see a clear path straight into the forest. Instead, he stared out over an open field of freshly fallen snow.

His uncertainties left him to wonder about his child’s bleak future. Had he protected his only daughter or had he thrown Romy to the wolves, to a pack of dogs just waiting to strip away her innocence, maybe even her life?

His daughter had slipped away with renegades, maybe even outright rogues. Now, she was out there somewhere, riding with bikers, with men who were considered dangerous. These men stood against the new laws and order of a country shaped by indecision and scandal. They were thought of as defectors and traitors, yet Jack had entrusted his daughter’s life with them because the alternative guaranteed death and destruction wrought with horror and unknowns.

Sure, Romy faced an undetermined destiny, but given the alternative, she at least had hope. Under the cover of a dark, black night, Romy was headed for Safe Mountain, a legendary protective haven for innocent young women.

As a father, Jack prayed the place would live up to its name.




COMING IN JANUARY
Excerpt One
There’s an old sayin’ around these parts about bikes. Some folks, die hard bikers that is, say motorcycles don’t leak oil, they just mark their territory. In Sevier County, that was a common belief before the Great Age of Innocence began, before corrupt leaders took over the country with promises of much needed reform, the kind of political pitches that made a person stand up and pay attention.

Those oaths were a pack of lies all tied up in pretty little bows, kind of like those satin ribbons unsuspecting mothers braided into their daughters’ hair on their seventeenth birthday, the very day most young women were confirmed.

Time changes the definition behind simple words, just as it changes the meaning behind once-significant phrases and quotes.

The bikes roaring through town aren’t there to mark their territory. They speed through a city so quickly, they don’t have time to leave behind evidence that they’ve even been there.

The MC rides through the streets with purpose. They arrive for one lone mission.
They’re not there to protect or guard. They’re there to search and rescue.

They’re looking for the confirmed. They want the condemned, the chosen.
And when they find them, they steal away with the most precious of gifts, innocent women they fully intend to claim
 Excerpt Two
 Chuck considered the possible outcome and reminded himself of Molly’s early request. She’d never asked him to bring another woman into their bed, but she’d specifically asked if Romy could join them.
When Chuck didn’t respond, Laurel asked, “How do you know about the Senator?”
“I put Levi and Duke on Molly. We kept surveillance on her while we had time to do a background check.”
“And you came up with Senator Brighton, the very man who started trafficking our country’s young women?” She stalked him. “Brighton is the one who started The Enchantment Movement across the globe. He’s the reason people like you and me are slaughtered for harboring these young women in safe havens in order to keep them from being transported. What the hell were you thinking?”
“We didn’t know who she was!”
The door slammed against the back wall and Romy walked in as if she had always owned the right to be in that very room. “But you know who she is now and still you want me to go to bed with her.”
“It’s the only way.”
“Yes.”
“You’re agreeing with him?” Laurel’s high soprano voice pitched an octave higher.
Romy shot Chuck a heated glance. “Sometimes you have to get in bed with the devil before you can raise a little hell.”


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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Welcome to Safe Mountain, Tennessee


Welcome to the Future Home of Safe Mountain, Tennessee
A Refuge for the Sins of Wolves and Their Mates


Coming Soon to Dark Hollows Press

In the mountains of Tennessee, there is only one safe place for pure young women to hide. To live there they must rebel against the new country's law and order and leave everything familiar behind. As they embrace an uncertain future, the women become the submissive mates to some of the most powerful Doms of our time.

Small town Tennessee is under siege. The Sins of Wolves, a local motorcycle gang, promises to protect the town while politicians vow to strip all innocent young women from their homes before their eighteenth birthday.

With an oath to protect the young, the MC arrives with one lone mission. They're not there to negotiate their terms. They're there to search and save.

They're looking for the confirmed. They want the condemned and chosen. And when they find them, they steal away with innocent women they fully intend to claim.

The Great Age of Innocence is upon us and for Sevier County locals the burning question is on the minds of many. Should families relinquish their loved ones to the national armies collecting young women to sell in an international sex trade or should they trust the MC and pray their daughters will eventually make it out of Safe Mountain alive!

Coming Soon!