Cat
Porter
Random
& Rare (Lock & Key #2)
Blurb:
I am that gash in her soul.
Once I loved Grace, really loved her.
And she loved me, and it was so fucking
beautiful.
Once.
That pendulum swings to and fro.
We’re here,
and then we’re—
No.
How can that rare beautiful be rendered
irrelevant, intangible when I still feel so damn much?
Does all that energy, that glory, that
significance simply dissolve?
Turn to smoke?
To nothing?
It can’t. It just can’t.
Are the moments that shape us absolutely random?
Is time not fluid?
I made promises to them, to her.
Especially to her.
Promises I still burn to keep.
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Giveaway:
About the
Author:
Cat Porter was born and raised in New York
City, but also spent a few years in Europe and Texas along the way. As an
introverted, only child, she had very big, but very secret dreams for herself.
She graduated from Vassar College, was a struggling actress, an art gallery
girl, special events planner, freelance writer, restaurant hostess and had all
sorts of other crazy jobs all hours of the day and night to help make her
dreams come true. She has two children’s books traditionally published under
her maiden name. She now lives in Athens, Greece with her husband and three
children, and freaks out regularly and still daydreams way too much. She is
addicted to the History Channel, her iPad, her husband’s homemade red wine,
really dark chocolate, and her Nespresso coffee machine. Writing keeps her
somewhat sane, extremely happy, and a productive member of society.
Website:
http://www.catporter.eu/wordpress/
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/catporterauthor
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/catporter103
Goodreads:
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About the Lock &
Key Series:
Lock
& Key (Lock & Key #1)
I suppose some of us have to get really dirty
before we can become truly clean.
I was allegedly South Dakota’s most famous old lady.
Sixteen years ago I survived my old man’s murder
Never again.
Never again will I surrender my heart.
Never again will I sacrifice to the Club.
But that all changed in one night.
I came home and crashed into him,
and my past and present blew up in my face.
Both of us lonely, running on empty, and unwilling to admit it.
Until now.
Now I feel things I’d forgotten about, want things I’d cut out of my insides.
Love not only stings when you lose it, when it’s ripped away from you.
When it first sinks its teeth in you, it can cut just as raw and sting just as
deep.
I’d forgotten that.
Who holds the keys to betrayal? To suspicion? To trust?
To brotherhood? To family?
To redemption and a bleeding heart?
Right now, I just might.
Warning: This work of fiction contains graphic language, sex, and
material some readers may find objectionable.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22562710-lock-key
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Excerpt(s):
RANDOM
& RARE by Cat Porter ©2015
Excerpt #1
“Hey you.” Lissa’s voice piped up behind me stopping me in my
tracks.
Ah, fuck.
“Hey.”
“Haven’t seen you around in a while.”
“Busy. Got married. Life.”
Glasses thunked on the bar top, and stools shuffled behind me.
Lissa’s thin eyebrows shot up for a second. “Oh. Right.”
“Yep.”
She punched out a hip and smirked. “And how’s that going?”
“Who wants to know?” Grace suddenly stood next to me, her eyes
piercing Lissa.
“Uh…”
Grace inclined her head. “Who are you?” she slowly uttered the
words.
Oh, she wasn’t asking for Lissa’s name. She was asking a deeper
metaphysical question.
“I’m Li—”
“And I don’t care,” Grace practically snarled. “This is my old
man. He’s not yours. Not yours to touch, kiss, lick, suck, strip for, dance
for, tease, nor does he light your fucking cigarettes or buy you a drink.
Ever.”
Lissa gulped, her eyes wide, her body motionless.
Grace turned to her BFFs standing on my other side. “Did I miss
anything?”
“No, honey,” Dee replied. “You got it.”
Grace turned back to Lissa. “Did that register, or should I go
over that one more time for you to make sure?”
Speechless.
I was transfixed.
“No, I-I got it,” Lissa mumbled.
“Let me know if you need a review of these basics because you
cross those lines again, any of them, in any fucking way, large or small—ever—there
will be serious repercussions for you.” Grace leaned into Lissa. Her stance
wide, my old lady looked larger than life. My cock stiffened against my jeans.
“Did you hear that, bitch?” Alicia said, her face twisting in a
nasty sneer.
“Got it. Yeah, sorry.” Lissa glanced at me.
Mistake.
Grace leaned in closer, her hand gripping Lissa’s chin. “Honey, I
get that bikers do it for you. But this particular biker is mine. All fucking
mine, head to toe, inside and out. So fuck off. Got that?”
Grace released Lissa’s chin, and Lissa stiffly and slowly nodded
her head, like a toy robot on its last charge of battery power.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Dee let out a throaty dark laugh.
“I know you’ve been trying your damnedest for the longest time.
I’ve been watching. But he is not going to be tapping that ass of yours. Not
ever. Get the fuck out of my bar, and do not come back.” Grace was still,
focused like a stealthy cobra calmly waiting in between strikes.
“Okay,” Lissa mumbled as she teetered away.
“Tommy!” Grace shouted to one of her bouncers at the door.
Tommy’s bodybuilding bulk towered before Lissa. His eyes flicked
over her. “What’s up, Mrs. Q?”
“This girl needs to be escorted out of our bar, and she’s not
allowed back in. Got that?”
“Got it.” He glared at Lissa. “Let’s go.”
Lissa plodded after Tommy toward the front door.
“Lissa?” Two girls screeched and bustled at the other end of the
bar. “Lissa? What’s going on? Where are you going? Wait up!”
Grace scowled at me, her hands digging into her waist. “Sprite!”
she snapped.
I nodded as I rounded the bar top. She grabbed my arm as I brushed
past her.
Her big greenish eyes flashed at me. “My office when you’re done,
and be prepared to get on your knees.”
My breath stalled.
I fixed that soda gun within four minutes, strode into the office,
and made sure the door behind me was locked.
Excerpt #2
“You want to come with us, Grace? Hang out. Just have some fun.
’Cause, to be honest, babe, looks like you could use it.” Sam squeezed my
shoulder, and then his hand slid down and stroked my upper back. “Offer stands,
Grace. We’ll be at the Bullock if you want to let off some steam. No
obligations, no questions asked. You don’t feel like going home to that husband
of yours, baby, you don’t have to.”
“The fuck you say.”
A sudden hush filled the bar. My eyelids slid closed at the raw
anger in the deep voice I knew so well. Sam’s hand on me stilled.
Tania pivoted on her stool. “Now that’s gotta be your old man!”
Sam let out a choking noise from the back of his throat and removed
his hand from me. From behind the bar, Randy fidgeted and swallowed.
“Yes, that’s him,” I said.
“That’s your cue to leave, Sammy,” Tania said in a sour voice.
I glanced up at him. “Bye, Sam.”
“Have a nice road trip,” Tania continued. “And I’d advise, you
should find an alternate route on your way back to Texas, if you know what I
mean. I’d watch it in Colorado, too. There are One-Eyed Jacks there as well.”
“One-Eyed who?”
Tania chuckled. “Best get going now.”
“Yeah.” Sam frowned, his eyes glued in the direction of the
doorway.
I still faced the bar. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see
Sam’s friends gathering their jackets and shiny helmets and hustling toward the
exit.
“Goodbye, Grace,” muttered Sam.
I raised my head and focused my strained vision on the reflection
in the side mirror of the bar to see a towering and very wired Miller clad in
ripped jeans and a white T-shirt smudged with oil. His large dark eyes looked
fierce from behind a curtain of raven hair, the colored prisms of the late
afternoon sunlight glaring around him, as he filled up the doorway, standing
perfectly still.
Tania slid my phone down the bar to me. “I called your hubs on
your cell, so you know.”
“I don’t like being thrown under a bus, so you know.”
“You were dragging this shit out. That is not the Grace I know.”
Miller’s gaze was drilling lasers into my back. I tucked my phone
in my bag.
Tania strode over to Miller. “She needs to wake the fuck up.”
“You Tania?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. Spank her if you have to.” Tania marched out of
Pete’s, the door swinging behind her.
I took in a breath and wiped a hand across my mouth. Heavy booted
footsteps drew closer, and my breath caught. His chest rubbed against my back,
fusing his body heat with mine, as his long arms framed me, his hands planted
on the bar top. His warm breath was like steam on the side of my face.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“Hanging out. Bumped into Tania.”
“Who was the dick hanging over you? Took everything I had not to
bust in that pretty face of his.”
“Old boyfriend from Texas. Passing through with some of his
friends.”
Miller picked up my beer glass and drained it before slamming it
on the bar and pressing his chest into my back. “Oh, yeah? He didn’t know you
were living here?”
“How would he know that?”
He tilted his head. “Long as he’s not passing through you on his way out of town.”
I nudged at the seam of her lips with the tip of my tongue and
stole inside her mouth. She sighed all around me, and a hush settled in my
chest. My fingers brushed over her other nipple, and she jumped ever so
slightly in my arms. She pressed against me, her bare tits crushed against my
shirt, as my tongue slid against hers. My wildflower maiden of the woods held
me tight, wanting more from me. Liquid heat seeped through my veins.
“You feel how hard I am for you, Wildflower?” I whispered in her
ear, rocking my erection up between her legs.
My headache finally relented, and that pounding ache manifested
itself in a new way. She hugged me tighter.
“I need you on my cock, baby.”
Her hands slid around my back, under my shirt, slipped down the
gap in my jeans, and over my bare ass. A shiver raced through me.
“Let’s go to the bonfire, find a spot, and see who else is sharing
and swapping,” she whispered, letting out a soft giggle.
“Baby, you like watchin’, don’t you?” My hand kneaded her breast,
tugging on it.
She let out a tiny gasp and nodded, biting her lip.
I laughed. “You wanna watch while I do you?”
“So articulate,” she whispered against my lips.
I grinned. “I knew my college girl would appreciate that.” My
hands left her skin and reached out to the metal latch at the end of my bike,
releasing the silky nylon of our sleeping bag into my grateful hands.
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