A Contemporary Romance - Motorcycle Club
Releasing June 23, 2014
Love not only stings when you lose it, when it’s ripped away,
but when it first sinks its teeth into you,
it can cut just as raw and sting just as deep.
I had forgotten that.
Fifteen years ago I had survived my Old Man’s murder
and swore to myself never again.
Never again surrender my heart.
Never again sacrifice to the Club.
At least that’s what I always believed.
Then I had to come home,
and my past and present blew up in my face
Who holds the keys to betrayal? To suspicion? To trust?
To brotherhood? To family?
To a bleeding heart?
Right now, I just might.
Some of us have to get really dirty before we can become truly clean.
About the Author
I'm Cat Porter. I daydream all the time, 'what if' way too much, and am an incurable romantic. And I don't want to be cured of any of those. Ever. I've always loved to read, and always needed to write. I like to explore what bonds a man and a woman together- the very small things and the sort of epic, the glory and the mess. Oh yeah, plenty of crazy mess. Don't you think?
Author's Take on Miller from Lock and Key
by Cat Porter
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Miller LeBeau is all about the quiet to me. He’s very contained. I loved connecting
him and Grace through high school. They had never spoken, but he stood out to
her for a variety of reasons- his looks, his unusual artwork. From the beginning
of the story she appreciates him in a way few people do. His inner world is full of
color and life as seen in his artwork that he pretty much keeps to himself. He needs
to be very self-controlled, organized, orderly, from having lived with an alcoholic
father who was absent most of the time. His experience on a Native American
reservation is what gave him a sense of identity and pride, and then his stint in the
army was good, but it was also soul searing. He is a bastard son and deep down
feels that disconnect, that displacement. That also ties into his being part Lakota
Sioux. Although his cultural identity is a deep source of pride and honor for him,
it’s intensely private. When Miller loses Wreck, his beloved half-brother who had
saved him from his abusive father, that’s when he transforms into “Lock” the biker
outlaw pushing society away and living on his own terms. The night he meets
Grace at the bar, though, it’s all caught up with him, how fed up he is with his
personal life, his work. At that point he is at a crossroads, everything is routine, so
much has lost its meaning.
I really enjoyed the irony of Miller and Grace both having done a lot of their
growing up in the club, but at separate times, so they never officially met. They
had always heard a lot about each other from their mutual friends though. I love
that moment when they both realize who the other is, especially for Miler. For
years he’s been fascinated by Grace, attracted to her through photos and the stories
he’s heard. That’s it for him, he’s done. She’s IT for him.
It was a lot of fun to write how Miller is always calling Grace out on her bullshit.
He’s a mature Alpha and a nurturer, like his Grandmother and Wreck were to him,
and utterly unlike his parents who were users and takers. Although he’s a tough
guy, he’s very tender with his woman. One of my male reader pals pleaded with
me not to make Miller the cliché “perfectly gorgeous” hero. That’s how I came up
with the idea that Miller had a painful souvenir from the time his dad abused him
and broke his nose. Actually, I gave Miller the same broken nose disfigurement
and scar that Marlon Brando had from a backstage fight during his Broadway
run of “ A Streetcar Named Desire” early in his career (much to the actor’s
satisfaction), forever marring his until then picture-perfect handsomeness.