Kiss of Death MC, Book 12
A Bones MC Romance
Date Published: March 20, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
About the Book:
Knight -- I just found out I have a daughter. Brynn. Walking back into Lavender’s world forces me to face the woman I never stopped loving and the child I failed before I ever knew her. The system doesn’t care that I’ve changed, and powerful men are willing to sacrifice Brynn’s future for their own gain. I will not let that happen. I will give my little girl my kidney without hesitation, and I will fight anyone who stands in our way. Redemption is not guaranteed, but this time I’m staying.
Lavender -- For eleven years, it was just the two of us, me and my daughter. Now she needs a kidney transplant, and I’m forced to find the man who walked out on us. Rhys is no longer the man I loved. He’s harder, dangerous, and bound to a motorcycle club I don’t trust. I won’t forgive him, and I don’t want to need him. But when becomes collateral damage, Rhys proves he won’t walk away again. Letting him back into our lives could cost me everything, but losing him after this would cost even more.
Knight
A month ago, I had my life figured out. The people in Kiss of Death MC had become my brothers and sisters. They’d all had my back, in prison and out. The club represented the entirety of my loyalty. My life.
A month ago.
I’d been staring at this Goddamned email since I’d found it. I’d opened it. Read it. Then promptly vomited. I’d told Ada and she’d been excited, but the longer I thought about it, the more dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
As with most nights since I’d gotten the email, I sat staring at the screen. Just… reading the words over and over and trying to make sense of them. My eyes burned from the blue glow of the screen.
The hit came back as “close relative/first cousin.” Given the DNA Ada sent in was hers, I had very little doubt this child was my daughter.
Brynn Leahy. Brynn. The name Lavender and I had picked out right after her senior year of high school. Then later. The night I’d gotten arrested. She’d asked me about the name Brynn for a baby’s name. Looking back, after Ada had voiced her suspicions, Lavender might have been going to tell me then. We’d been interrupted by the feds, of course. Because I’d gotten greedy and stupid. Lavender had even given the child my last name instead of hers. I knew Lavender. We’d spent a good deal of our lives together. Practically grown up together, though I was six years older than she was.
She’d had a hopeless crush on me my junior year of high school. She’d been in the fifth grade. Even though I’d started out being amused by her, she’d quickly grown on me. I’d thought of her as an adored little sister. Right up until I’d come back from college after getting my masters in economics -- just in time for her to ask me to her senior prom.
I never even contemplated telling her no. Never occurred to me. Just got the day and time she wanted me to pick her up, rented a tux, bought her flowers, and showed up in a limo. No way she was getting anything but the best.
I’d swaggered to her door. I hadn’t been heavily muscled or anything, but I knew I was good looking. I also knew that bringing an older date to her prom would make her friends envious. Then she’d opened the f*cking door…
And I literally fell to my knees on her front porch. I’d begged her to marry me on the spot. She’d thought I was playing a bit, being dramatic to make her smile. What she didn’t find out for two solid years was I’d been totally serious. We’d kept in touch while I’d been away at school, but I’d never seen her in anything other than jeans and a T-shirt. The slinky formal dress she’d donned had me wanting to keep her covered and at the same time show her off so everyone knew the goddess in the room belonged to me.
Memories sliced through my brain painfully. Lavender had been the one person in the world I wanted to protect with everything I had. Still did. Apparently, I’d f*cked up twice. First when I decided I could make enough money to set us up for life sooner rather than later and got caught. Then when I’d basically told her to get lost and that I never wanted to see her again. And I wasn’t nice about it.
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 with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a sigh from her readers.
Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts (which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with Marteeka's latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her website. Don't forget to register for her newsletter which will pepper you with a potpourri of Teeka's beloved recipes, book suggestions, autograph events, and a plethora of interesting tidbits.
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