Kiss of Death MC
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: July 18, 2025
Xavier may be an ex-con, but he’s strong, protective, and totally
sexy. He’s my hero.
Tillie: At the lowest time in my life, I realize I might have gained my very
own guardian angel. I never saw Xavier as more than a friend, but then he went
to prison for me. I’ll never forget his sacrifice. He’s the one
person I can tell anything, the one person I trust above all else. He’s
also the man I’ve built up in my little fantasy world as being the
perfect husband. Only problem is, I forgot he’s still a killer. How can
I be with a man who’s capable of taking a life? I’m torn between
my growing feelings for him and my fear of what it means to love a man like
Xavier.
Xavier: Did I have to kill the man who beat Tillie? No. But I’m headed
to prison anyway, so why not get an added bonus? Tillie defended me to anyone
who would listen, but I still never expected she’d be almost religious
in coming to see me every Saturday. I also didn’t expect to fall in love
with the beautiful, spirited woman. Seeing her smile now is worth the extra
time I’m spending away from my brothers in Kiss of Death and the comfort
of home. Unfortunately, my little Tillie is a magnet for trouble. Good thing
she has me to protect her, because there is nothing I won’t do for
Tillie. Nothing. If I have to kill for her again, so be it. Anyone who touches
her is dead. May God have mercy, because I won’t.
Warning: Adult situations, graphic language, and violence, which may be a
trigger for some readers.
EXCERPT
Xavier
“Hey, Sugar.” The one bright spot in my life was Tillie St.
Martin. Ironic because the night I found her was in the middle of the worst
damned storm I’d ever tried to drive through. That was also the night
that changed mine and Tillie’s lives forever.
I think I had a weird sort of connection with her from the second she looked
at me over her shoulder, soaked to the skin in ripped and blood-stained
clothing, with an angry-looking bruise forming on her left cheek. She was
walking down a two-lane country road at one in the morning. Nothing good
happens at one in the morning if you’re forced to walk on a deserted
road in the middle of a storm.
“I did it, Xave!” She grinned brightly at me through the
bulletproof glass. She had the wall phone to her ear and looked so happy my
heart was breaking.
Then I frowned. “Wait a minute. You’re not moving to San Diego
with that creep you were telling me about last month, are you?”
“What?” She jerked back, a scowl on her face. “You honestly
think I’m that stupid?”
I had a moment of panic. Clearly, I’d fucked up. I just wasn’t
sure how. “Of course, you’re not stupid!” I rubbed my hand
over the back of my neck. “But I’m not sure what I said to make
you think I’d think you were stupid?” She raised her eyebrows.
“OK, clearly, we need to start over.”
Then she broke out into giggles. “You’re so cute when you think
I’m irritated at you.”
“I kinda thought I’d said something to thoroughly piss you
off.”
“Pfft.” She waved away my words. “I could never be pissed at
you. You’re my hero after all.”
“Aww, Tillie. You have no idea… Seeing you smile, how much
happier you look now… You kind of gave me a whole new outlook on
life.”
“Oh?” She was still smiling but she looked genuinely curious. Not
like she was humoring me. “What’s that?”
“Sometimes, the outcome is worth the fuckin’ consequence.” I
grumbled out the words, but it was the fucking truth. Yes, I was in prison.
Would I rather be on the outside with my brothers? Sure. But I could pull my
weight with the club in prison same as I could out. Given that I had some good
connections here in Terre Haute, I figured I’d make the best of a bad
situation. Like I said, some things were just worth the cost.
Tillie’s face softened and she put her palm against the window. I put
mine over hers against the glass. I’d never actually touched her skin,
but I could imagine how her hand would entwine with mine. She was twenty-three
years old. Way to fucking young for me when compared to my thirty-eight years,
but her life experiences made her seem older sometimes.
“You ended my nightmare, Xavier. I will never take that for granted.
I’d be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“Only thing I ever want from you is for you to be happy. You never have
to come back here, Tillie. I know this is a scary place sometimes. But if you
do come by occasionally, I hope you always have a smile this bright on your
face.” That got me another beautiful smile, but also a trembling chin
and two tears from her pale green eyes. “So. If you’re not moving
to San Diego with Dipshit, what’s got you all smiles, Sugar?”
She gave a watery laugh as she swiped at her tears. “I did it.”
“Well, yeah, you said that.” I grinned, trying not to chuckle but
failing miserably. “Gonna have to give me an antecedent to go with your
pronoun, baby.”
That really got an amused laugh from her. “Really? Antecedent?”
“Hey. You’re the author between the two of us. You should know
those kinds of words, what they mean, and how to avoid making me say
them.”
“Fine. It refers to buying a house.” She bounced in her seat
excitedly.
I grinned. “You’ll have to show me pictures when you get moved
in.”
“Oh, I will.” Her grin got even wider. “Want to know the
best part?”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’m moving to Terre Haute.”
OK, this was unexpected. She lived an hour and a half away but had never
mentioned she was moving, let alone anywhere close by. “Honey, why would
you move to Terre Haute?”
“Two reasons.” She straightened, her smile still really wide.
“First, Terre Haute has way more affordable housing. I found a house for
half the price in Terre Haute than I could find in Indianapolis.”
“I could see that.” I tried to keep a lighthearted expression on
my face, but I could tell something was up. “But why get a place of your
own at all? I thought you were happy to stay with your folks.”
“Well, that’s the second reason.” She still smiled and still
seemed happy, but also… sad? Scared?
“Tillie…” I gave her a stern look, knowing something was
off. Every instinct in my body was now screaming at me. Not because I thought
she was in danger. Because, I knew with every fiber of my being, someone had
hurt her feelings. And that simply was not acceptable. “What.
Happened?”
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife
by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined
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