Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Threat by Tia Lewis
Today we have the blog tour for Tia Lewis’s THREAT. We are so excited to share this sexy new MC romance with you!
As V.P. of the Blood Riders MC, Drake is used to calling the shots, getting his way, and sleeping with every biker groupie within reach. When he meets Nicole, her feisty, headstrong beauty pulls him in, even as his instincts warn him she’s hiding something. Nicole is determined to learn who killed her father, a detective who was investigating the Blood Riders. When the chemistry between her and Drake becomes much more, she’s caught between her desires and her desperate need for answers. Then her search turns deadly, and Nicole has to put everything on the line―and trust that the man she’s fallen for will forgive her betrayal. Will he come to her defense ... or will his eyes be the last thing she ever sees? Grab your copy today! AMAZON ADD TO GOODREADS
The detective snickered then turned to me. My eyes were wide, begging, pleading. Please don’t give me away! I shook my head ever so slightly. Don’t act like you know me, my eyes pleaded. Please, please.
“New girlfriend?” he asked, grinning at me. Oh, thank you, sweet baby, Jesus. I relaxed my shoulders.
“She’s just a girl. One of my new friends.” The detective laughed at Drake’s blithe response.
“Yep. So—Is that it?” Drake asked.
“Tell me. She wouldn’t happen to know anything about how my friend got killed a while back, would she?”
“Man, is that what this is about?” Drake asked, his shoulders slumping. “Look, I already told you I don’t know what happened to him. He was a pain in the ass, but none of us had any reason to kill him. Okay? That’s all I can tell you, and that’s all I know.”
I was close to tears, and the detective noticed. “Miss, why don’t you come over here with me for a minute?”
“Why do you want her?” Drake questioned with a snarl in his voice. I put a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Drake. I’m fine. Don’t start any trouble, all right?” I swung one leg over the end of the bike, walking away with Tommy. He waited until we got to his car to turn on me.
“What the fuck, Nicole! What the hell are you doing?” He managed to keep his voice to a whisper and stay very still as he berated me. Good thing. Drake would have noticed if he flipped out.
“Tommy—let me explain.”
“Look at you.” He looked me up and down. “You don’t dress like this. What’s really going on?”
“Lower your voice. I know exactly what I’m doing, okay?”
“And what the hell would that be?”
“Come on, Tommy. You know what, or you wouldn’t have mentioned my father.” We both went silent, staring at each other.
“Nicole.” He shook his head, pacing back and forth.
“Do you realize you could get yourself killed? This is not a game.” I saw a lot of worry in his eyes, in the lines on his forehead as he frowned. “I promised your father I would take care of you, and what do I find? You on the back of Drake Collins’s bike. I almost got sideswiped when I made the turn to follow you. I couldn’t believe what was I seeing.”
“That’s why you stopped him?”
“Of course, it is. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, except riding around with my friend’s daughter. Jesus Christ, kid. I can’t believe this.” He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, letting out a big gust of air.
“I’m going to find out what happened, okay? And I’ll be safe. I know what I’m doing.”
“Nicole, you don’t understand. You’re getting yourself into some deep shit.”
“Just hear me out, okay? Drake likes me. I’m getting closer to him, so he’ll tell me what he knows. He would never tell you, Tommy. I’m the only one who can find out the truth.”
“I know that,” he said. “But you have to be careful with this one. You think you’re getting closer to Drake, and he cares about you? He’ll stab you in the back so fast, you won’t know what to think. He’ll do anything to protect himself and his Blood Riders. He doesn’t care about you.”
“Please, Nicole. Trust me on this one. The Blood Riders have no heart, and there’s no ‘befriending’ them in hopes of getting information. They’ll sniff you out so fast, and once they find out you’re a spy, then what?”
“Tommy!” I repeated.
“Then what, Nicole? You can’t call me because it’ll be too late. Who knows what they’ll do to you once they see you’re a rat.”
I nodded. “I got it. I understand. I’ll be careful and do everything I can, okay? I have to do this for me and my sanity. That was my father who got fucking killed—”
“I have to do this, and that’s the end of it. So, in the meantime, I think I should get back to him before he gets suspicious.”
Tommy took a minute to think it over, he nodded. I looked at him once more, trying to tell him how much his concern meant to me but failing. All I could do was turn around and return to Drake.
“Hey, what happened back there? What did that pig want?” I cringed a little at Drake’s choice of words but tried not to let it show.
“Nothing. He wanted to know if I knew anything about that cop. Whatever. Like I would know anything. He didn’t think you were telling the truth.”
“So he tried to get it outta you. That piece of shit. I liked the other cop a lot more than I like him. At least the other one was a decent guy.” Was he talking about my father? I clasped my hands around his waist and leaned my cheek against his back, struggling to hold back the tears. He knew my father. And he liked him. Oh, Dad. What happened?
I didn’t say another word until we got back to the Clubhouse, my head in a haze. I couldn’t help but wonder if Drake was telling the truth, and he didn’t know what happened to my father. I needed to ask him somehow, but I didn’t know what to say. How could I approach the topic without making it sound like I was fishing for information and blow my cover?
I waited until I dropped my backpack off in his room. He followed me there and closed the door. He must have thought we were going to go for round…three? Four? I’d already lost count. I was hardly in the mood, however, and I let him know through the look in my eyes. I didn’t try to hide my concern.
“What is it? What’s going on?” He asked. “Are you still all shook up because that pig stopped us?” Again with the word ‘pig.’ I did what I could to hide my gut reaction. I wanted to claw his fucking eyes out.
“A little. He said something about his friend getting murdered, like, a couple of weeks ago. He said he thought you guys had something to do with it because the cop was on your case. He asked me if I knew about it.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I didn’t know, of course. I said I only just hooked up with you guys, and I didn’t hear anything about it around town. He told me you were dangerous, and I should watch my back.” I looked down at the bed, my fingers playing over the surface of the black bedspread.
“I can’t stand fucking pigs, man.” He clenched his fists.
“Drake?” I softly whispered.
“What is it?”
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Drake asked.
“Did you—” I paused. “Did you kill a cop?”
About Tia Lewis: Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release. Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text LEWIS to 31996! Connect with Tia: NEWSLETTER | WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | FACEBOOK GROUP | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | PINTEREST | GOODREADS | AMAZON | STREET TEAM Enter Tia’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway