The Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club is at war. And I'm getting ready to marry their president. Royal McBride is wrong for me in so many ways. I feel like I'm living two lives; saying "yes" to him means saying "no" to half of who I am. And marrying a tattooed outlaw is a pretty surefire way to say good-bye to my future as a politician. Why shouldn't I leave my hometown and try for something different? Come Monday, I'll decide either way: marry Royal ... or leave him. For now, the cartel is closing in and nobody's safe-not even the president of the Alpha Wolves MC. But I know I'll do whatever it takes to save him, whether it means picking up a pistol or dealing with the FBI. I knew getting involved with Royal was a bad idea, but losing him might just kill me. The future mayor of Trinidad ... married to a one-percenter. Why the hell not? *** Savage and Racy - a full-length motorcycle club romance with no cliff-hanger, a dirty but romantic alpha male president and lots of steamy scenes (plus dangerous drug cartels, shoot-outs, and plenty of glimpses into club life).(This trilogy is now complete; all three books are available starting with book #1, "Raw and Dirty".) *** ALSO BY VIOLET BLAZE -Glacier (a stand-alone MC romance, available for preorder) -Stepbrother Thief (an alpha male romance about a sexy jewelry thief) -Biker Rockstar Billionaire CEO Alpha (now available for preorder) -Losing Me, Finding You (by C.M. Stunich, a motorcycle club romance) *** "SAVAGE AND RACY" EXCERPT "Pint-Size," he growls, voice dropping dangerously low. "Touch me." "I ..." A million protests die on the tip of my tongue as I try to control the wild swirl of emotions in my chest. If I let myself think too hard about the specifics of what happened tonight, I might lose it. For now ... there's a reason I drove all the way out here and it wasn't just to talk. If all I'd wanted to do was speak with Royal McBride, I could've used a phone. "Touch me," he commands again, dropping his mouth to the side of my neck and pressing his hot lips to the thundering animal of my pulse. "Do it before I do it first and things get out of control; I don't trust myself tonight, Pint-Size." "Neither do I," I murmur through a gasp as Royal's stubble rubs against the side of my cheek and he breathes warm against my ear. My lids flutter and my hands seem to come up of their own accord, sliding under his shirt, fingers trailing across the hot skin of his abs. The sound that escapes his throat is only half-human. "Bloody h*ll," he snarls as my hands trace their way up, fingertips teasing the hardened points of his n*pples. Royal presses our bodies even closer, giving me a front row seat to the hard length of his er*ction through his jeans. "Maybe this is a mistake? I should send your arse home. I have so much sh*t to deal with here; I feel like I'm going to just f*cking explode. You're a goddamn distraction, Pint-Size. When it comes to you and the club ... I feel like I can't make anything but the wrong choice."