Today we are celebrating the release of DARE TO STAY by Jen McLaughlin. This is the 2nd book in the Sons of Steel Row series. Check out the fantastic excerpt below, and grab your copy now! Visit more sites participating in the release day launch to read more of chapter 1!
DARE TO STAY by Jen McLaughlin
Sons of Steel Row, book #2
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BOOK BLURB:Fans of Katie Ashley, Joanna Wylde, Kristen Ashley, Sophie Jackson and Katee Robert will be thrilled by this dark, steamy series, from the New York Timesbestselling author of the Out of Line novels, where one gang of criminals knows just how being bad can be so good...
Bruised and bloodied on Boston's mean streets, Chris O'Brien is reeling from the loss of his childhood best friend. But after barely escaping a hit placed on his head, Chris is desperate to live. A safe haven comes to mind - the home of the perfect girl from his childhood, Molly Lachlan. Before he has fully considered what it would mean to involve her in his mess, he finds himself on her doorstep.
When Molly agrees to let Chris inside her home, she realizes she's also letting him into her life. Danger and desperation are coming off him like steam, and yet she can't bring herself to turn him away. His bad boy charm always had a hold on her, but now there's a soulfulness and sorrow in him that she's never seen before. And despite the heart-stopping risk of helping him, she hopes against all reason that he'll stay...
The stakes are dangerously high...and the passion is seriously intense. Follow the exploits of the Sons of Steel Row in Dare To Run and Dare To Stay.
Praise for the novels of Jen McLaughlin“Addicting from start to finish!”—New York Times bestselling author Addison Moore “With hot, sexy chemistry and heroes to die for, Jen McLaughlin’s books always deliver!”—New York Times bestselling author Laura Kaye “Jen McLaughlin’s books are sexy and satisfying reads!”—New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Probst
DARE TO STAY - EXCERPT - PART 2
One of the roustabouts tossed me a narrow-eyed look, trying
to get a read on me, no doubt, and I stared right back at the little shit. I
might be keeping my guard up, but that didn’t
mean I was sitting here wallowing away in fear of my impending death.
People lived. Then they died.
That was life.
And as the overseer of this godforsaken shipment, it was my
duty to keep things running smoothly. We had imports and exports to manage, inventory
to distribute, and cash to launder. Shit needed to get done, and it needed to
get done right now.
A crate hit the ground, causing a huge boom loud enough to awaken a deaf
man. I growled and stepped forward, my fists tight at my sides. Striding forward,
I moved right up to the two men who’d
made the racket. One was a new recruit who’d
joined when I’d been locked up, and the other was a potential member. “Can
you maybe manage to unload our merchandise without, oh, I don’t
know, waking the entire police precinct? I rescheduled this for a reason.”
The potential, who’d
dropped it, flushed and lowered his head. “Sorry, Mr. Donahue.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault he’s
an idiot,” the
worker bee said.
I didn’t know him, but I
knew for a fact he’d been born and
raised in the same shit hole we’d all come from in
Boston—a neighborhood near Southie that had been coined Steel Row.
Probably in his twenties, he was the same redhead who’d
been eyeballing me earlier. His glare filled with an unspoken challenge, he
wore a baggy shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a bad attitude. He had muscles
that rivaled a line- backer’s, but that didn’t
matter. I welcomed the confrontation.
That’s what I used to
like about this job. It kept me on my toes. But everything was too damn easy
now. It bored the hell out of me. I cocked my head and crossed my arms. “Is
“Maybe you guys should get rid of weak links every once in a
while and this kinda shit doesn’t happen. What was
Scotty thinking, sending you here to run things you know nothing about? Exactly
how long were you in for, anyway?”
I closed the gap between us and stared
the man down. He wanted to challenge the bear? Then he’d
get the bear. “Loyalty is
rewarded, you little shit. I did my time, and I kept my mouth shut. If the ATF
came swooping in here right now, could you do the same?”
The man didn’t
“Answer me.” Without
another word, I unholstered my Sig P229 and pressed it dead center to his
forehead. My voice was calm and deep and I made sure to speak slowly. “Because
the way I see it, there’s only one other
option in this world.” Staring him down like the rat
he was, I tightened my grip on the trigger enough to make him sweat. “So.
You tell me. What’s it gonna be?”
The man swallowed hard but didn’t
back down. I almost admired that, but he was too much of a dipshit to
appreciate the value of his courage. Instead of answering my question properly
so his brains didn’t end up on the
dirty docks, he asked, “You gonna pull the
finger twitched even more. For a second, I wanted to do it just to shut the
idiot up. A little peace and quiet would do a hell of a lot for the headache
building behind my eyes. But even though I was in charge here tonight, this was
my brother’s crew. It wasn’t
my job to decide if I needed to rid us of yet another fuckwit. That choice
would be up to Scotty.
But still . . .
The point had to be made that nobody should mess with me
and that I wouldn’t tolerate
insubordination from an underling. All around us, the men watched, waiting to
see what I would do after that blatant display of disrespect. I’d
been challenged, and it was time to show the rest of them why they shouldn’t
do the same.
Forcing an easy grin, I shrugged and slid the gun back into
my holster. “No, I’m not going to
shoot you. That would bring the boys in blue on our heads, and I don’t
want to be behind bars again. Not yet, anyway.”
“Yeah.” The man looked at his buddies,
grinned, then tugged on his shirt like he was some thug that had flirted with
the devil and lived to tell of it, before turning back to me. “That’s
what I thought, man.”
said from between clenched teeth, still grinning.
“What?” The man laughed. “What
did you call me?”
“I said”—I rolled my sleeves
up, slow but sure—“you should be
calling me sir. I am in charge of this run, and as such, I own your
pathetic little soul tonight.”
The man paled, watching my movements with wide eyes. When I
took a menacing step toward him, he stumbled back one step before he forced his
feet to stand still. “Y-You’re
not my boss. I work for your brother.”
“My brother runs this little crew, yes. While I—?” I
grabbed the front of the little fucker’s
shirt and hauled him close, nose to nose with the twat. “I’m
higher up the food chain, because I’ve
worked my way there by following the rules. That puts me in charge of everyone
on this dock. Did no one teach you about hierarchy? About showing respect to
those who can get your death written off as an acceptable loss?”
The man gripped my forearms, shaking his head. “I
get it, man. I get it.”
“I told you to call me sir.” I
shook the man. “What’s
your name, dipshit?”
The man let out a scared little whimper. So much for that
budding respect for the man’s balls. They’d
shriveled up into the size of raisins at the slightest sign of danger. “D-Doug.
Doug Pearson. Look, I’m—”
“Shut the hell up.” I
shoved Doug backward, sick of hearing his voice already. “When
you speak, it hurts my head.”
Doug stepped back. “I’m—”
“Jesus Christ, you don’t
get it, do you? Let me show you how to listen to your superior’s
orders in this crew.” Hauling back my fist, I punched
him in the nose, grinning as the sound of his septum cracking into pieces
filled the silent night. Still, that wasn’t
enough. Man, I’d missed the
feeling of things cracking under my fists.
When Doug hit the ground, his hand pressed to his bloody
nose, I grabbed his shirt, forced him to his feet, and punched him in the gut.
As Doug doubled over, wheezing for breath, I leaned on the injured man’s
back as if he was a piece of furniture. To me, he was. He was here to do a job,
and that was it. When he stopped being useful, I’d
toss him in the garbage with the rest of the shit that was no longer of any use
to me. “You stand the hell up when I’m
teaching you a lesson, and you shut up, too. And next time, you damn well
better call me sir.”
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