Gamble's Risk by Karen Renee

 

Title: Gamble's Risk

Series: Riot MC Biloxi Series

Author: Karen Renee

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: June 28, 2022

Cover Design: Karen Renee

Photographer: Golden Czermak @FuriousFotog

Cover Model: Brandon Schlaegel

Gamble clings to two things: the Riot MC brotherhood and a grudge against his sister’s attacker. When his grudge brings danger to an innocent woman, it sends him into a tailspin. Dumping a woman at the clubhouse —as a message for Gamble— enrages the Riot MC brothers, but Gamble risks his life in order to mete out vengeance.

Victoria’s recovery is slow and arduous. He’s determined to help her heal and move on.

After tragedy strikes, the last place Victoria expects to be is in Gamble’s room. She doesn’t want him to see her broken. She definitely doesn’t want his help to recover. He won’t have the patience for a woman whose spirit is shattered. Proving her wrong, Gamble refuses to leave her alone. The more he builds her trust, the more she battles her growing desire for him.

As a public defender, Victoria knows she should stay far away from the outlaw biker. But, the blue-eyed outlaw with a sexy Southern drawl argues with her like he’s opposing counsel. They cannot fight their overwhelming attraction. Their relationship grows and changes until they realize they need the same things.

Justice.

And each other.

I wanted this tie-dyed fleece blanket with every fiber of my being. It was warm, soft, and worn. The colors would clash with my lavender and grey bedclothes. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t convince myself not to steal this blanket. And it didn’t make sense. Okay, that wasn’t true. It did make sense because the damn thing smelled so much like Gamble. Something about him watching over me struck me deep. The blanket was a reminder of him and it made me feel better. More secure. 

Good grief, had I regressed to childhood? Did I really need a blankie to feel secure?

I needed to leave. Fiona was willing to take me back to my apartment. I didn’t want to hold her up.

The door opened. Fiona and the red-haired woman who’d helped last night came into the room.

“I’m not rushing you, Victoria. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

My eyes went to the side. How many times were people going to ask me if I was okay? And I understood that need. That drive to help.

But I didn’t think I would ever be okay again.

“Is his shirt too big? You could—”

“I want his blanket,” I whispered.

Fiona’s blue eyes almost lit up at my words, but she hid it.

“You take it,” the other woman said.

Fiona glared at her. “Abby, I don’t—”

“He won’t care,” Abby said to her.

“I don’t have my pants,” I said.

“They’re evidence now in case you decide to press charges. Stephanie offered some yoga pants, I’ll go get ‘em,” Abby said.

For some reason, Fiona followed Abby. As they left Gamble came into the room.

Since I was never good at being a sneak, I admitted, “I’m taking your blanket.”

His eyes landed on me, and they looked pained. “Have at it, kitten. Anything I can give you, it’s yours.”

I closed my eyes and turned my head away. 

Pity. He would give me the blanket because he pitied me.

Guess I’d have to get used to that too in the days ahead.

Abby came back in with yoga pants and Gamble cleared out.

I put on the stretchy pants. Then I folded the blanket and left it on his bed. 

I didn’t want it anymore. No matter how much it smelled like him.

Karen Renee is the author of the Riot Motorcycle Club, Beta, and O-Town series of books. She once crunched Nielsen ratings data but these days she brings her imagination to life by writing books. She has wanted to be a writer since she was very young, but it's taken the last twenty plus years for her to amass enough courage and overall life experience to bring that dream to life. Some of those life experiences came from the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she's not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.

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