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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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 Times bestselling 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
EXCERPT
Doug
nodded, his lower face smeared with blood. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I pointed at the
crates. “Now, wipe the blood
off your face and get the rest of these unloaded. And make sure you clean up
after yourself. We don’t need a blood trail.” I threw a scathing glance at the rest
of the crew, who’d done nothing but
watch. “That goes for all
of you.”
They
all jumped into motion like obedient worker ants, including Doug. No one spoke,
but they exchanged silent glances as they moved the crates out of the container
and into the truck that would carry the goods to the old ware- house outside
Steel Row where we stored our inventory. I’d busted their buddy’s nose, but in this world? That earned
you respect.
They
wouldn’t mess with me again.
Chris,
my best friend and another lieutenant, came over to me, crossing his arms as he
got closer. He watched me with an appreciative light in his brown eyes. Chris
was the one exception to my no-trust rule. He’d gotten me into this world, against all
odds, and had been there for me when I’d needed him most. “You handled that well.”
It
was sick that beating some dude up was a way to earn praise in my career field,
but it was what it was. This life was the only life I ever would know. And that
was ne by me. “He deserved it for
being a dick.”
“That’s because none of these guys take you
seriously.” Chris lowered his
head, his brown hair hiding his eyes from me, and studied his nails. His green
T-shirt pulled at his muscular arms, and his ink spread all the way down to his
wrist. He’d been in the gang
since he’d been a teen, like
me. He’d joined because
his pa had been a member, so this life had been carved out for him from the
moment he came into this world.
Those
weren’t my reasons for
joining.
Hell,
I wouldn’t know my father if
I passed him on the street. When my mother was alive, God rest her soul, I’d doubted if she’d even known who he was, either.
“Yeah, well, that’s their mistake.” I straightened my sleeves. “Not mine.”
He
looked over at the crew, who definitely had a new sense of urgency in their
movements. “Maybe because you’ve been in lockup the past two years.
They didn’t know who you
were, besides the fact that you got put away for assault, and now you’re here, bossing them around on the
docks.”
Chris
and I had always been tight. When I’d been doing time, he’d come to visit me twice a month. Kept
me posted on the happenings in the real world. He’d visited more than my actual brother
had, but that was no surprise. I’d always looked out for Scotty, but
Scotty wasn’t exactly the
sentimental type of guy who put a priority on family visits. And that was fine,
too. “I hadn’t been planning on being here at all.
This isn’t my department. I
came because of the damn ATF. And Scotty has some chick on the line.”
“Since when do you
care what Scotty wants when it comes to this shit?”
I
shrugged. “Since I spent some
time behind bars . . . Scotty and I aren’t as close as we once were. But that
doesn’t mean I’m going to let him play chicken with
the feds. He’s too damn cocky
for his own good.”
“So he’s off fucking some
girl while you stick your neck out for him? Like usual?” Chris rolled his eyes.
I
moved my shoulders, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here. They
were almost finished, so I’d be free any minute now. Free. Funny
choice of words. I’d never be free.
Not really. The closest I got to free was when I walked down the Freedom
Trail. “Yeah. Basically.”
“You’ve got to stop treating him like a
kid. He’s twenty- four now.” Chris looked at me, studying me too
close. Chris was the only one who caught glimpses of the real me. “He’s not the little boy you need to
protect anymore. He can take care of himself. A little too well, maybe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Nothing, man.
Nothing at all.” He shuffled his
feet and stared at the guys as they did a final check of the shipping
container. “I heard you almost
got taken down inside. What happened?”
I
shrugged. “Someone jumped me
from behind on the way out of lunch. I fought him off long enough to keep my
life, but I didn’t get a clear look
at his face before the guards dragged him away. A buddy on the inside said he
looked like a new guy but couldn’t point him out. It all happened too
fast.”
“You almost died.”
Laughing,
I scratched my head. “Yeah, well, I didn’t, did I? Good thing I’m out, safe and sound, now,” I drawled.
Chris
rocked back on his heels. “You suspect something, don’t you?”
“Don’t you?” I looked at Chris. “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. I see it in
your eyes. You know something’s up.” “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. But a smart man never talks.” Chris dropped his hands at his sides
and whistled through his teeth. As he walked away, he said over his shoulder, “Not
in
this world.”
“Not even for his
blood brother?”
Chris
paused, his broad shoulders tight. “Not even then.”
“Glad to see you
haven’t forgotten me, brother,” I said, pressing my fingers over the
old scar in my palm. One of the two Chris and I had made all those years ago on
the railroad tracks behind my home. Ma had been pissed at me for deliberately
cutting myself. If it’d gotten infected, it would have meant
medical bills we couldn’t afford. I’d gone to bed without dinner that
night. “Have a good night.”
Chris
spun on his heel and came back, his cheeks red and rage in his eyes. “You know nothing. Nothing. You weren’t here, asshole.
You were gone, and the whole thing went to shit. You left me to fend for myself
in the damn Sons of Steel Row all by myself.”
I
cocked a brow. “Excuse me for getting
arrested.”
“Ha-ha, so funny,
fuckwad.” Chris clenched his
fists. “You want me to tell
you what I think? You want it that bad?”
I
forced myself to shrug. “If you feel so inclined, sure.”
“I think someone is
putting all his players into motion, and it all started the second we got word
that you got parole.” Chris looked me up
and down, his nostrils flaring. “And I suggest, brother, that
you watch your back.”
I
held my hands out at my sides, forcing a carefree grin . . . even though I felt
like anything but. “I always do. It
would take a ghost to sneak up on me.”
Chris
shook his head. “Don’t be so damn cocky. It just might just
be your downfall.”
“Or it just might be
my protection.”
“Whatever, man,” Chris said, locking eyes with me. “Whatever.”
As
he walked away, I dropped the grin and fisted my hands. “Thanks.”
Chris
didn’t say anything.
Just walked up to the newly loaded truck, the men in either the cab or their
own vehicles. He tapped the back of the truck to signify that all was well, and
the truck took off. Chris followed behind it in his car, the others falling in
line behind him. He’d make sure
everything got to the warehouse, unpacked, and inventoried. I stared at the
convoy as it disappeared from sight, then turned around and left, making sure
to keep my steps whistled “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
No
matter what I did, I couldn’t show my certainty that Chris was
right. I’d been thinking the
same thing, so hearing it straight from the mouth of the only man I trusted in
this world? Yeah, that pretty much answered my unasked questions. It seemed
clear as day that this was an inside job, and that meant . . .
Someone
in Steel Row wanted me dead.
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AUTHOR INFORMATION
Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of sexy books with
Penguin Random House. Under her pen name, Diane Alberts, she is also a USA TODAY bestselling author of Contemporary
Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, hit the New York Times, USA TODAY and Wall Street Journal lists.
She was mentioned in Forbes alongside
E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the
bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.
Though she lives in the
mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with
crystal-clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a
husband, a schnauzer mutt, and four cats. Her goal is to write so many
well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.
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