Everyone belongs somewhere. Even the misfits.
With the looming threat from the Mancuso Crime Family, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club is preparing for a war that could destroy them. Grady, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms, knows that love makes you weak, and he has zero interest in adding to his liabilities– especially now. He’s already got his teenage daughter who keeps him on his toes and a beef within the club that could fracture his relationship with a fellow brother for good.
For Holly Mercer, her life is finally getting on track and the last thing she wants is trouble from her hometown’s resident outlaws. Keeping her nose clean is easier said than done, when suddenly she finds herself embroiled in club business. Holly might like the idea of being with a real-life bad boy, but even being in the same room with tough-as-nails Grady flusters her.
When Holly inadvertently finds herself on Mancuso’s radar, she has two choices: trust that Grady will protect her, or continue to refuse the club’s help. Both roads are dangerous, but only one has the chance to damage her beyond repair.
Love is never more dangerous than when it can destroy you.
Excerpt
"I
told you that I won't say anything. You won't take me at my word, so
if I have to take the money to get you to believe that I'm not going
to do anything to get you or your club into trouble, then I will."
And that's exactly the problem. We deal with a lot of shady as fuck
people in our line of business. I learned two things in my last
twenty years with his cut on my shoulders: number one, everybody has
a price; and number two, that there is no such thing as getting
something for nothing. And the fact that she won't take my money
makes me think she's going to take my freedom. Only, she doesn't seem
to be malicious or deceitful. If I didn't know any better, I would
think that she really just wanted to be left alone. Which is a damn
shame because the more time I spend around her, the more aware I am
of her presence.
"Stay
here," I say. She is an adult and responsible for own fate, but
I can't help the bad feeling that I get from the idea of letting her
walk. She hasn't told me what exactly went down between her and
Mancuso's guy, but from the way she avoids the topic altogether, I'm
starting to worry that it was more than she's letting on. And if he
has taken an interest in her, then she’s screwed.
"No,"
she says. She gives me a small shake of her head, and then her
shoulders rise in the air, stay for a beat, and fall. "I was an
idiot for thinking that it could be a good idea to let Cheyenne think
that were sleeping together. Now my boss is asking questions and even
Mindy thinks I'm hiding something from her. If I stay here, it's only
going to make everything worse."
"You
won't stay here because people are asking questions, so you would
rather be murdered to avoid a few uncomfortable conversations?"
I don't even know what the fuck to say about this shit anymore. I've
tried my best to get it through her thick skull that getting dead is
a very real possibility here. She shifts in place and looks down at
her lap. Her fingers work at the hem of her blouse.
"The
more time I spend with you, the more that guy is going to think I
matter. It's better for you and Cheyenne that I stay away. If he
thinks we know each other then he can use me as leverage. You have
enough to worry about with Cheyenne and your club. You don't need to
worry about me as well."
“Stay,”
I say again, quieter this time.
“I
don’t fit in here.”
“Yes,
you do,” I whisper.
“But,
I don’t.”
“You’re
insane, and ballsy, and you handle your shit. You fit in here
alright.”
I
sound like a pussy.
Her
silence is unnerving. She doesn’t react to my fucked-up attempts at
getting her to stay for a long moment, then she says, “But I don’t
want
to be those things.”
I
don't give her anything for a good minute or so. I've nothing to
give. She doesn’t want this and I won’t force it. On one hand,
she makes sense. Her staying here could make it look like she means
something to me, which she doesn't. Well, more than I want her to,
anyway. Still, that doesn't address the fact that she's already had
words with this guy and apparently the asshole pulled a gun on her.
But she's made her choice, and I'm not the kind of man who begs.
About
the author:
As a child, JC
was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say,
some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time
between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines
that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in
English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called
both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops
year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more
beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
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Holly is starting her life over by moving back home. Having had a troubled couple of years- those troubles are slowly revealed throughout the book. When Holly finally comes face to face with Grady there's no denying that she's attracted to him. She doesn't put up with his crap and she gives as good as she gets. Mouthy women never did it for Grady, but there's something about Holly that has him in knots. Holly ends up being in the wrong place at the wrong time and gets sucked into the Forksaken's business. They try to resist their attraction but eventually they give in. Things get dangers and scary leaving Holly so scared she might not ever recover.
Fabulous ending. Some hot, steamy, juicy sexy.
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