BOOK BLITZ & Giveaway- The Bare Bones by Layla Wolfe






Title: The Bare Bones

Author: Layla Wolfe

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 1, 2014


If you ain’t living on the edge, you’re taking up too much room.

The rose-colored illusion of Madison Shellmound’s girlish crush on biker Ford Illuminati is stomped into smithereens by his crude, perverse father Cropper, Bare Bones club President. Fearing Ford will kill Cropper if he finds out, Madison flees town, becoming an upstanding cardiology nurse.

Madison and Ford have an ill-fated, star-crossed love that will last their lifetimes. Ford is a lifer in a different sort of enterprise, the gritty full-throttle club of guns, blood, and allegiance to his brothers.

Twelve years and several tours of SEAL duty later, Ford is thrust back into Madison’s arms on the worst day of his life. Madison’s prospect brother Speed has screwed up big-time and owes the club his life. She offers herself to Cropper as a sacrificial lamb to save Speed.

But how long until the fiery, full-on outlaw Ford discovers that the woman he loves was treated like a degraded slave by his own father? Well, meet the new boss. He’s not the same as the old boss.

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We fucked a lot in the next two days. Twelve years I’d been 

craving that fat, juicy cock inside of me, and now I couldn’t get enough of it.

Ford Illuminati was hung like a racehorse and he knew how to use it, too. My

hands were all over that. I had thought I was attracted to Jake but that paled

in comparison to the intensity with which I wanted to devour Ford.

Riding one up behind him like in the old high school days, 

there was a world of difference now. We were free of all restraints for that

glorious forty-eight hours, and Ford took me to see a couple of the vortexes.

We had been on a tour of these several times when we were kids. This time no

one brought any weed, and I wanted to suck on that horse cock inside the middle

of a vortex.

We had been separated for so long it was like meeting a new 

man. The thrill, the illicit excitement of canyon carving through the rusty l

ayers of sandstone, like red velvet cake tall on either side of us, it was all

new to me again. Now I could thrust my hand along Ford’s pec and toy with the li

ttle barbell that pierced his nipple, proud of myself when my other hand felt h

is cock stiffening. I knew he pretended this irritated him, and he’d reach a

round, slap my ass, and shake it.

“You’re throwing me off-balance.”

“Your giant erection is throwing you off-balance.”

I wanted to amplify our energies, so we’d climb around a

while until we felt the highest, most intense amplification of all, and that’s w

here we’d fuck or give each other head. Ford had learned a lot of tricks in the p

ast decade. Lapping me into a mindless clusterfuck of an orgasm with his t

alented tongue was apparently one of them. I was still amazed that he could do t


I finally had to admit I’d never come with a man before.

“Just, you know, with a vibrator.” I didn’t want to mention the shower head in C

ottonwood. The horrific memory of that bathroom wall was probably the reason I couldn’t come with another man.

Ford was humble. “Maybe no one ever tried properly.” He lay s

tretched out on the sandstone, propped up on one forearm, looking like he was p

osing for fucking GQ. I loved it when he wore his cut

next to his bare skin, like now. I loved to flick that damned infernal barbell

that pierced his nipple with my tongue. It never failed to make him hiss in air a

nd clutch the back of my skull. His new Apache tattoo was fascinating. He s

eemed to be embracing his Native American heritage instead of shunning it, as

most bikers would do.

He had replaced the grimy dog collar around my neck with a f

ur-lined leather job that still had a D-ring where a leash

could be attached. He had gotten into some kink that was right up my a

lley. Right now we were having a little picnic we’d brought, just wine and s

ome salami and cheese and crackers, but he’d left the short leash attached to

my collar. It wasn’t safe to ride with it for fear of pulling an Isadora

Duncan, but he liked the submissive way it made me look.

And act. “That’s not true though, Ford. It’s not polite to 

mention, but plenty of men have tried.”

“Yeah.” He snorted. “Plenty of dickhead doctors.”

Was he referring to Jake? That subject hadn’t come up, so I i

gnored it. There was plenty of time for strife later, I knew. There alwayss

was. “No, I mean experienced guys, men who were willing to try for ten minutes o

r more. I always wound up worrying that they were wearing out their tongue

muscles. I’m not kidding, Ford. It got to the point where I didn’t want anyone t

o even bother trying. Then you come along and blow them a

ll out of the water.”

“Literally.” I could tell he was proud by the shy way he l

ooked down at the cracker box. He shrugged innocently. “I don’t know what to say

“’Thank you’ is a good starter.”

“Thank you.”


Layla Wolfe is a wannabe biker’s old lady who is satisfied with a leather jacket, one bad-ass pink camo compound bow, and a vicarious outlaw lifestyle. 

Layla has published 25+ erotic romance titles under the name Karen Mercury.


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