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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)

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She’s digging for truth. He’s burying it in lies.
I married Detective Francesca DeMarco to keep her from talking—to tie her to me before she could expose everything. A convenient arrangement wrapped in designer dresses and golden handcuffs.
She was supposed to be my enemy, but she's become my obsession. Now she's stuck in my world, in my home, in my bed—right where I want her.
Every step she takes into my darkness makes me realize she's the only one who might actually understand me. Because she's got her own dark secrets, too.
We're bound by shadows, tangled in lies, and loving a monster always comes at a price.
For the first time, I'm not sure if I'm the one pulling the strings, or if she's the puppet master.

Get ready for the explosive conclusion of the Shadows and Strings trilogy. The Last Shadow will keep you guessing until the very end. Because when love blooms in darkness, it can either save you or destroy you.
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CHAPTER ONE

Frankie

My life is ash. Everything I’ve built, worked for—gone. All those years, all that hard work, reduced to nothing in a single instant.

I stand in front of what used to be my home. My cute little two-story house, the place I saved for, renovated, and decorated. It’s nothing now—just a charred skeleton of blackened beams against the gray sky. My chest tightens with every breath, the pain settling deep inside, and it’s almost too much to bear.

Tears slide down my face, but I don’t feel them. I can’t feel anything right now. It’s like the world is moving in slow motion, everything muted, like someone hit a switch and I’m watching it all from a distance. Numb. Lost.

A few feet away, Jay stands quietly. He’s never quiet, always running his mouth or throwing out some dumb joke to lighten the mood. But not now. He knows there’s no joke that can fix this, no words that can make it better.

I clench my fists at my sides, trying to keep it together, but the anger bubbles up inside me, burning hotter than the fire that took my house.

“Fuck,” I whisper, the word slipping out before I can stop it. But it’s not enough. I want to scream. I want to tear the whole world apart because everything I’ve built has been ripped away from me. “FUCK!”

And then, just like that, Damien’s voice creeps into my mind. The way he snapped at me earlier. The way he stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving me standing there, heartbroken and alone. If Jay hadn’t shown up, I’d still be sitting on the floor, sobbing in the apartment we share, wondering how it all went so wrong.

A car door slams in the distance, breaking through the haze in my mind. I look up, and Damien’s rushing toward me, his face full of concern. It feels like a bad dream, watching him come closer. All I can think about is the fight. His angry words still sting like a fresh slap across my face.

“Francesca,” he calls out, breathless as he reaches me. “I’m so sorry. I came as soon as I heard. Are you okay?”

A bitter laugh escapes me, sharp and humorless. “My house just burned to the ground, so no. Not really.”

Damien flinches but recovers quickly, running a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, stupid question. I just⁠—”

He trails off, and for a moment, I think I see genuine regret in his eyes. But it’s not enough to fix this. Nothing can fix this.

“I’m sorry, Francesca. I was a total ass earlier. I shouldn’t have yelled; shouldn’t have left you like that. Can you forgive me?”

Forgive him? My insides twist into knots. I stare at him, my emotions swirling. Rage, hurt, confusion. I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know how to feel. Part of me wants to scream at him, lash out, tell him how much he hurt me. But another part—this small, broken part—just wants to crumble into his arms, to let him carry the weight of this for me.

“I don’t know, Damien.” My voice cracks, raw from crying, from the exhaustion that’s settling in. “I just…I can’t right now. My life…everything I worked for…it all just went up in flames.”

He nods. “I know. Whatever you need, my pet. Just say the word.”

I let out a slow breath, trying to find something solid to hold on to, but it’s like the ground has been ripped out from under me. I don’t know how to move forward. I don’t even know where to start.

“What I need,” I say softly, “is time. Time to figure out what the hell I’m going to do next.”

Damien doesn’t push. He just nods, his face somber. “Of course. I’m here, kitten. Whatever you need.”

I glance at the ruins of my house again, and it’s like a punch to the gut. All my hard work, my memories are gone. Just like that. Poof. Ashes. I feel as if I am free-falling, spiraling, and there is nothing to hold onto to stop the descent.

Damien’s hand slides into mine. “Come home with me, Francesca.”

My body stiffens. My mind screams at me to push him away, to tell him to go fuck himself. But I can’t. I’m tired. So fucking tired. I don’t have the energy to fight anymore. Not now. Not after this.

“Okay,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Let’s go.”

We start walking toward his car, but Jay steps forward. “Frankie, wait.” He touches my shoulder, and the warmth of his hand is grounding.

“I know you’re going through a lot,” he says softly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

I manage a small smile, but it’s weak, hollow. “I appreciate it, Jay. Really. We’re going to Damien’s place. It’s all I’ve got right now.”

Jay nods, his eyes full of unspoken worry. “Okay. But if you need anything, anything at all, call me. Got it?”

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44998 (not accurate)
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She’s his darkest obsession—and his greatest danger.

Control has always been my greatest strength—the key to my empire, the shield that silences my enemies, and the force that hides my darkness. And Detective Francesca DeMarco threatens to shatter my carefully crafted world.
With every day that passes, she’s inching closer to uncovering the truth—about the murders...and about me.
When she finds an old photograph, she thinks she’s uncovered my darkest secret.
She’s wrong, but the fear in her eyes tells me she’s afraid I’ll be next. And it’s unraveling everything I’ve worked so hard to protect.
She’s falling deeper, getting closer, and if she keeps digging, she’ll uncover the truth—about me, about who I am.
And when she does, I’ll either be her salvation or her destruction.

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CHAPTER ONE

Frankie

“We got five fuckin’ vics now, Frankie. This is bullshit.” The tension in Jay’s voice is completely understandable. With five dead bodies splashed all over every newsstand and tv in the city, the pressure is on us to find this asshole.

But to do that, we have to figure out how—or if—these victims are connected. “I’m sure there is,” I tell him as we head inside the morgue to meet with the medical examiner, Dr. Chris Montgomery. “We just haven’t found the connection yet. We will,” I assure him.

“Yeah, but probably not before another body drops.” He grumbles and shakes his head. Pissed off vibes radiate from his broad shoulders. “We have to be missing something and with the Chief breathing down my fucking neck we have to find it sooner rather than later.”

I agree with Jay. There are enough bodies with just enough similarities that even the top brass is using the two words no one in law enforcement wants to use. Serial killer. A total of five bodies. Five lives taken for no good reason. Five men who will never see their families, hug them or celebrate with them ever again. And why? Because some asshole freak out there gets off on torturing people and then killing them.

Jay pushes open the door to Chris’ office with more force than necessary and the doctor looks up with a frown. “Good morning, detectives. Everything all right?”

I roll my eyes in apology for my partner. “Jay is just frustrated that victimology isn’t panning out fast enough.”

“Frustrated? I’m goddamn livid.” He raises his hand and smacks it against the door. “Doc, tell us you have something, anything that’ll get us closer to this prick?”

Chris stands, taking a sip from his coffee cup before setting it back down and grabbing a chart from his desk. “I’m not sure.” His gaze bounces between us and then down at the chart. “Have you considered groups that don’t exactly have a membership list?”

My mind instantly starts racing as I try to come up with a mental list of organizations that might not keep a list of members. “Like church?”

Jay snorts. “Trust me, churches know exactly who their members are so they can ask ’em for money at every opportunity.”

“You’re right,” I reply, drawing the words out with a sigh. “So not church.” Weight loss groups are out because men are statistically unlikely to attend those, and gyms require memberships. “Support groups?” I blurt out like a rookie.

“That’s what I was thinking.” Chris points at me, a smile on his face.

“Like a grief support group?” Jay asks. “They don’t usually keep a list of members because there are no dues to pay, and people show up at different times.”

The victims are all young men, so it’s unlikely they’re widowers. “Could be a 12-step group, maybe even children of addicts’ support group.” Shit, that’s a real possibility.

“There’s gotta be hundreds, if not thousands, of meetings in the city, never mind the county.”

Chris shrugs his shoulders and goes to his desk, shaking the mouse to wake up his computer. “Donavan and Petrovic had cocaine in their system, but nothing that shows anything other than recreational usage.”

I jot down a few notes. “So, what makes you think we should check out 12-step groups?”

Chris looks up from his computer, his eyebrows lifting just a bit. “These groups are about support. If our killer is pulling from those spaces, we’re talking about someone who preys on that pain. Addicts often feel lost, and someone like that could easily take advantage.” His fingers fly across the keyboard again, his eyes glued to the screen. “We’ve got to figure out how these men are linked—whether it’s through the groups or something else. It’s about finding out what pulled them in and who might’ve been lurking in the background.”

I tilt my head, not quite buying it. “Why support groups, though? Why not church?”

Chris leans back in his chair, giving my question some thought. “Support groups offer a different kind of closeness, Frankie. People are in there sharing their worst fears, their biggest mistakes, their regrets. It’s raw and personal in a way you don’t always see in church. At a group, they’re bonding over the struggle, and that builds trust. A predator? They could walk right in and become someone’s shoulder to lean on, blend in without raising any red flags. Plus, it’s not as structured as a church service. Things can get messy, and it’s easier for someone with bad intentions to slip through the cracks.”

He pauses, like he’s weighing his words, then adds, “And not everyone’s turning to religion. Some people feel more at ease surrounded by others who’ve been through hell, not sitting in a pew.”

“Okay, I get it. Thanks,” I tell him.

“For nothing,” Jay adds under his breath.

“Sorry. Not making progress apparently turns him into a toddler.” I aim a thumb at Jay with an apologetic smile for the doctor. “See you soon.”

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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)

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In the game of deception, who pulls the strings?
By day, I’m the tech visionary the world adores. By night, I’m the darkness that’s haunting Detective Francesca DeMarco’s dreams. She’s hunting a killer. I'm chasing my prey.
For months, I’ve watched Francesca’s relentless pursuit of justice, my obsession growing with each case. The bodies I’ve left behind aren’t just crimes for her to solve.
They’re a trail leading her straight to me.
When I step out of the shadows and into Francesca’s life, her world will change forever. She has no idea what’s coming, but one thing is certain—once I have her, I’m never letting her go.

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CHAPTER ONE

Frankie

It’s pouring buckets out here, an absolute downpour, and what am I doing? Not curled up cozy under my comforter like any sane person in L.A. would be at this ungodly hour. Oh, hell no, yours truly is standing in this rainstorm, already soaked to the bone, at yet another gruesome crime scene.

With a bitch of a hangover.

I should’ve just called it a night after clocking out last night, but how could I miss sending off Smitty in homicide as he transfers to take on organized crime? So instead of heading home, I spent the evening getting absolutely wasted, reliving the glory days of past investigations.

Fast forward to now, and I’m running on fumes, battling a wicked hangover with one measly cup of joe in my system. As I tug on some black nitrile gloves, I finally look at what dragged me out here in this miserable weather.

The poor sap looks maybe late 20s, early 30s tops. He probably considered himself quite the looker before someone worked him over really nasty. This was no clean job—guy got the drawn-out, agonizing end.

“This man was tortured,” I say to no one in particular, my eyes roaming over the vicious wounds that mar his body. Squatting down to get a better look, I examine the wounds closely, I spot a few slash marks on his organs, which further confirm my suspicion that this man was tortured.

This isn’t the first ritualistic killing and even though the methods aren’t exactly the same, I have a feeling it’s the same murderous asshole and if so, this victim makes him a serial killer. “Bastard.”

“Talking to yourself again, DeMarco?” My partner Jay’s gravelly voice cuts through the rain.

I straighten up, my knees popping. Jay’s blue eyes sparkle despite the ungodly hour. “I don’t talk to myself. It’s called taking notes. Maybe try it sometime,” I say.

Jay chuckles, his salt-and-pepper hair plastered to his forehead. He’s been my partner since my dad, his former partner, died when I was a kid. The department shrink would have a field day with that tidbit if I were dumb enough to wind up in a therapist’s office.

Jay taps his temple with his forefinger. “Who needs notes when I have a steel trap memory?”

“Oh yeah? What did you have for breakfast yesterday?”

His brows, still a deep brown, dip into a frown. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I rest my case,” I say in a self-satisfied tone. “Now, can we get back to the dead guy, please?”

I crouch next to the body and scan the DB’s stomach, intestines, liver and colon laying out on top of him. “Multiple lacerations on the abdomen and chest. Possible torture,” I mutter, more to myself than to Jay.

Jay leans in, his face inches from mine as he examines the wounds. “Yeah, and check out this puncture wound on his neck. Peri-mortem, I’d say.”

I nod, standing up and wincing as my knees protest. “Could be the cause of death.” I survey the area, noting the lack of blood. “No spatter or pooling. Body was definitely moved.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the primary crime scene.” Jay’s brow furrows as he scans the surroundings. “Damn rain might’ve washed away any trace evidence.”

I sigh, frustration bubbling up inside me. “We’ll have to rely on the autopsy. Hope the killer slipped up somewhere.”

As Jay steps away to talk to the uniforms, I take another look at the body. The cuts are too precise, too calculated. This guy knew what he was doing. A shiver runs down my spine, and it’s not from the rain. We’ve got a real sicko on our hands, and he’s got a head start. I just hope the rain hasn’t washed away our only chance to catch him.

“It’s him, Jay.” I know he doesn’t want to hear it, not yet. It’s too soon, that’s what he’s thinking, but I know that this is the same guy.

His lips pinch in that way they do when he’s preparing for a lecture. “You can’t possibly know that, Frankie.”

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When past meets present, second chances come with a price.

Bennett and I have history. It hit a dead end when my life was on the line, and I had to vanish into the witness protection program, courtesy of some low-life syndicate scum.
Now as I mix cocktails in the swankiest bar in Hollywood, hiding in plain sight, he strolls back into my life.
Suddenly, the walls I've built around me start to crack, revealing the lies I've been hiding.
The chemistry between us still smolders, the spark refusing to die no matter what forces tore us apart. But I'm a marked woman again, my life in the crosshairs of merciless killers.
Bennett is the only one reckless enough to try to keep me safe from the chaos raging around us.
If he doesn't get himself killed in the process.

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CHAPTER ONE

Bennett

Blonde hair, soft skin pressed against me, and the lingering scent of sex and perfume clinging to the sheets.

Mmm…it was my favorite way to wake up.

Beside me, Harlowe something-or-other was clinging to me like she knew, even in her sleep, that I was on my way out. It wasn’t personal. We had a fun time. A nice outlet for the pent-up energy I’d been carting around the past few days. But if I played my cards right, big things were happening later tonight, and I wouldn’t want to drag her into a shit storm.

My mama raised me better than that.

I breathed deeply, marinating for another minute in her faint floral scent and the memory of how she tasted last night when my face was planted between those gorgeous, mile-long legs of hers before I began a careful extraction process from her death grip around my waist. It was a move I’d practiced over the years.

If she woke up and found me leaving, it would make her upset. And I didn’t want to do that. My goal was to fuck her hard—which I did—and then get out quick.

I slid my hand down her thigh, flexing my jaw at the soft skin and the heat it led to but forced myself to lift her leg up from my hips and gently push it back to her side of the bed. Everything was going fine until her baby blues fluttered open, and her rosy pout turned into a heart-stopper of a smile.

Harlowe apparently woke up with one thing on her mind.

Her hand started making a run south of the border, and her smile turned up, wicked and hot as sin. “Hey, handsome.”

I moaned as her fingers curled around my dick. Damn! I knew this sleepover shit would end in disaster. Fuck!

“Morning, baby, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check on this.” I stilled her hand. She whined and tried to get free of my grip and go in for the kill. I looped my finger and thumb around her wrist and held her steady. “Sorry, baby, but it’s back to the grind.”

I released her and slipped to the edge of the bed, ready to make a break for it. She tugged me back, her nails biting into my arm.

“If it’s a grind you want…you should stay right here. I’ll give you a really good grind,” she purred, her voice thick and seductive. She wrapped her thigh back over my hips and rocked against me. My cock was more than willing to take her up on the offer. But luckily, my brain overrode that plan—just in time.

I chuckled and lifted her thigh from my hips for the second time. “What if I take you up on that offer later tonight?”

Harlowe laid back against the pillows, her blonde hair messy, the impression from her pillow still showing on her cheek. She tucked the sheet against her tits that had been bouncing freely just seconds before and scowled up at me, her full lips pursed into a pout. “You’re really leaving me like this?”

“Like what?”

“Horny. Wet.”

I chuckled. “Sorry, babe. Duty calls.”

She sighed. “No red-blooded man turns down morning sex. So this only means one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“You’re not coming back.”

Who said blondes were dumb? She’d managed to put the pieces together quite nicely. Now, to find a way out of her apartment without taking a toaster or hairdryer to the side of my head.

I got up from the bed. “I’m turning down morning sex ‘cause I have to get to work.”

“Right. You’re obviously the type of guy with an early morning office gig.” She shook her head, a little throaty noise of disgust following it. “And here I actually believed you when we met at the bar, and you said you weren’t that guy.”

I winced. Had I really said that? Damn, I must have really been hard up. Of course, I was that guy. Every guy was. I located my boxer briefs and stepped into them. I wasn’t going to have this argument bare-ass naked. No thanks. I found my t-shirt and pulled that on, too.

“Baby, I gotta work. How else will I buy you a nice steak dinner tonight?”

She lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t eat red meat.”

“Chicken? Seafood? Whatever the hell you wanna eat. It all costs money, doesn’t it?”

A smile tugged at those candy lips. “I like shrimp.”

“Perfect! We’ll go eat some shrimp. And afterward,” I lowered toward her and flashed a cocky grin, “I’ll let you do all the grinding you want. But right now…”

“You gotta go.”

“Exactly.” I kissed her quick, needing another taste of those sweet lips before I pushed off the too-soft mattress and went to find my jeans. “I’ll call you.”

Harlowe was grinning now. My bullshit routine had worked flawlessly. Truth be told, she was hot enough. I probably would’ve called her again if the circumstances were different. I didn’t keep a little black book. Wasn’t my style. I preferred to find a nice piece of ass, have her as hard and often as I wanted, and when I got bored—or she got clingy—I moved on, never to darken her doorway again.

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In a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal gets you killed; I’ll risk it all for her.As the newest patched member of the Reckless Souls, my loyalty runs deep. I’m hustling day and night to move up the ranks, but everything shifts the second Cassidy Vega, a free-spirited truck driver, blows into Angel Harbor and flips my world upside down.Before I can blink, Cassidy gets snatched up by a rival crew. My MC brothers refuse to intervene, wary of an unknown in a world where trust is not given—it’s earned. But I can’t sit back and watch her fate unfold. She’s under my skin and has become more than just a hot minute between the sheets.When it comes to Cassidy, there are no limits—only ride or die.I’ll put my life on the line to get her back in my arms Diesel contains strong language and graphic violence.If you love Narcos and Son's of Anarchy, then you'll be captivated by the morally gray hero and stranger-in-town intrigue in Diesel, the next book in the Reckless Souls Series.Don’t wait—scroll up and one-click today!

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Diesel

Dix raises his shot glass high in the air, a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. “To a long and slow and painful as fuck death. I can’t think of a more worthy man!”

For Dix, this is beyond personal. His wife Valentina is—or was—Rojas’s daughter, and they couldn’t rest until today. Until we got word that Arturo Rojas, our nemesis and head of the cartel, had taken his last breath.

“Fuck, yeah!” Banger, fully healed and hungry for revenge, is celebrating like there’s no tomorrow. He tosses his head back, his toothy grin visible from goddamn space he’s so loopy with glee.

There’s been no sign of the Bloodthirsty Devils or the Latin Mafia in weeks, but with the death of Arturo Rojas, they’ll make their presence known soon enough. I’m sure of that.

Ace steps into the middle of the party with a double-shot glass high in the air. “Officially, the old man died of a heart attack, but a slow poisoning sent him to the prison infirmary where he—unfortunately—succumbed to a lethal dose of potassium chloride that stopped his heart.” Ace flashes a wide grin, proud of the intricate plan that took out our biggest enemy. “Let us all drink to the life⁠—”

“—and the death!” Dix calls out with a laugh.

“Of Arturo Rojas!” Ace lowers the shot glass and knocks it back with a smile, his gaze landing on the one woman who might feel something other than joy during our celebration. “Valentina, any words?”

With one arm slung over Dix’s broad shoulders, the former cartel princess smiles. “To my papi, may you rot in hell for all of eternity.”

She turns to Dix with a smile, whispering something softly that makes him smile in return.

“Fuck,” I growl as everyone takes a shot to celebrate the not-so-tragic death of our biggest enemy, or one of them anyway. Everyone is celebrating, and it feels like I’m the only one still worried about what comes next. Sure, Arturo is dead, but his cartel isn’t completely demolished. Have they forgotten we’ve added two more enemies to the mix. And now, their silence worries me more than anything.

“Hiya, Diesel. Feel like some company?” Layla is one of the newest club whores, as eager as she is gorgeous. She uses her bright red hair and pale blue eyes to advantage, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s built like a brick shithouse. Best of all? She’s always down for a quick fuck. Even better, she likes it hard and fast. Always.

With worries about the aftermath of Roja’s death on my mind, I’m not in the mood right now. But when Layla grabs my cock through my jeans, he stands up to make his opinion known. No matter what I think I want, he’s in the mood for something tight and wet, which describes Layla to a fucking tee.

It’s a good fucking thing he’s in charge right now because I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. This is exactly what I do. I fuck girls and fix cars, with a hell of a lot of partying in between. I chalk up my ambivalence to stress and flash a smile at Layla. “Maybe?”

She laughs deep and throaty sounds like she lives on cigarettes, whiskey, and deepthroating.

“Just maybe? I’m sure I can push that maybe to a fuck, yeah.” She squeezes my cock again, pressing her perfect tits against my chest.

My cock responds, standing stiff and tall. But something holds me back, and I fucking hate it. Maybe this is what growing up feels like. Fuck that, I tell myself. I reject that notion flat out. If I wanted that shit, I’d have a miserable nine-to-five job where I daydream about killing my boss instead of the life I have as a bad-ass biker who gets to tinker with engines all day.

“You can try,” I tell Layla in a teasing voice because no matter what the fuck else is going on, I’m getting my dick wet. Period.

“Oh, I’ll do more than try, big guy,” she purrs. Her whole body presses against mine, and she nips my ear and squeezes my cock again, applying a bit more pressure, just how I like it. “Let me show you.”

“Yeah, sure,” I drawl, finishing off another shot along with my beer before she grabs my hand and leads me to an empty room inside the clubhouse.

As soon as we’re alone, Layla pushes me against the nearest wall and drops to her knees, where she makes quick work of my jeans and boxer briefs, tugging them halfway down my legs while she uses one hand to stroke my cock and the other to cup my balls.

“You’re already hard. Throbbing,” she whispers before sliding her tongue along the head of my cock.

“What the fuck is it supposed to do? I’ve got a big-tittied woman with her lips around my dick,” I say, trying to make a joke of it. But my head falls back and one hand threads through her red hair as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. “Ah, fuck,” I moan, releasing myself into the pleasure of her mouth.

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The club’s in hot water, and my girl is right in the thick of it. Since I landed in jail, danger has been creeping closer to home. And in the midst of this mess, I find out her secret.

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CHAPTER ONE

Sophie – 1 month ago

“How are we doing tonight, Joaquin?”

I don’t know if he can hear me, but I ask the same question each night, after Nova leaves the clinic for the evening, putting me in charge of his friend. He’s too young and vital to be lying here motionless. When he came in, he was on the brink of death, but now he’s stabilizing. And that’s a good sign.

For now.

I tell him, “The guys were here earlier to see you. I think they miss you like crazy.” I like to talk to him as I clean and re-bandage his wounds. “I’m sure they can’t wait until you open those eyes and get out of here.”

I only know the bikers of the Reckless Souls MC by name. Well, except for the three that stand guard over Joaquin. And Dr. Nova. But when Ace, Dix, or the others are here, I mostly keep to myself.

The door opens behind me, and I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Tank. Sure, it could be Olly or Stone, who have also been on night duty with me, but I know it’s Tank. The air is different when he’s around. It’s charged, electric, like a live wire caught in a windstorm. Dangerous and thrilling. “You know he’s not gonna answer you?”

I smile at the sound of Tank’s deep, gravelly voice. When I’ve secured the last bandage, I close my eyes and let his deep chuckle wash over me, succumbing to the goosebumps that rise up every time Tank’s near. “He won’t answer until he does,” I shoot back, aiming a playful grin his way.

“Fair point,” he concedes, sitting in the chair beside Banger’s bed. “How’s he doing?”

“Better,” I sigh as I gather the old bandages and shove them in the orange box fixed to the wall. “His body is healing and getting stronger, but the fact that he’s not awake yet is alarming.”

I look up and watch Tank as he watches his friend. Worry darkens his face, and I resist the urge to go to him, to lay a comforting hand on his broad shoulders.

Broad shoulders I’d love to squeeze.

There’s an underlying attraction zipping between us that I can’t deny. A little bit of flirtation here and there, but nothing more. It’s pure lust. “Alarming like he might still die?”

“No. But there’s a reason he isn’t waking up. Nova thinks he’s out of the woods, so now we just need him to wake up.” I wash my hands and dry them before sitting beside Banger’s bed. He’s like our unconscious chaperone.

Tank’s gray eyes leave his friend and settle on me. Those captivating eyes are like magnets, pulling me in and making me want to see them up close. Are there pale flecks of silver or gold in there? Or are there ribbons of brown floating in the gray depths?

“You look really fucking fine today, Sophie.”

I’m thirty-four years old, yet that gruff compliment has me blushing all the way down to my toes.

There’s something about Tank—a softness combined with his big, well-muscled physique that’s very appealing.

He looks rough and gruff, but then he says something like ‘really fucking fine,’ and I blush like a schoolgirl. I can’t explain my attraction to him, and honestly, I don’t want to.

I think.

Then again, did I work my ass off to get involved with a biker?

I know what the Reckless Souls do, and they pay me very well, but is this what I want for my life?

Tank’s deep laugh pulls me from my thoughts, and I realize he’s still watching me, those gray eyes raking over my body like a lover’s hand, slow and tantalizing. “I’d love to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours right now.”

I could tell him the truth, but his flirty tone is irresistible. “I was just wondering about you, Tank. Why did you become a biker?”

Interest flares in his eyes, and he leans forward, giving me his full attention. “You want the long version or the short one?”

Long, please. “I got time.”

He licks his full pink lips, and my breath hitches. My nipples tighten as I imagine all the things he could do with that tongue. “The short answer is that I met Dix in the joint.”

My eyebrows raise. “The joint?”

He nods. “Yeah, I was locked up for a couple of years.” He says the words and lets them linger in the air, almost as if he’s waiting for me to get up and march away. “You not gonna ask me why?”

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why?” In my line of work, I’ve treated people from all backgrounds—rich, poor, and everything in between. Everyone has a story about how they ended up where they are. And right now, I’m really interested in Tank’s story.

“I got into a fight with an asshole who knocked up my sister and then beat the shit out of her when she refused to get rid of the baby.” He speaks matter-of-factly, but there’s a thread of anger in his words.

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Maggie’s gang wants her head, Nova’s MC needs her gone—but first, they must resist their explosive chemistry in this forbidden biker romance. The demons of PTSD gnaw at me, growing stronger every day. Like I’m stuck in an escape room I can’t get out of.
Enter Maggie. Beaten. Broken. Abused. When she stumbles into my clinic looking for help, something shifts inside me. An unexplainable pull I’ve never felt before.
I know I can help her. But is this fire between us real, or is my magnifying mind playing tricks on me?
Then I uncover the brutal truth—Maggie belongs to the MC’s biggest threat. The crew who tried to kill my brothers.
But the streets are cruel, and they’re closing in on her.
I’m torn—do I turn my back on my MC for one split second to keep her safe? Every fiber of my being screams to protect her, no matter the cost.
If I fail, the shadows will consume us both.
If I succeed, the passion between us could set her free...or destroy everything I’ve built.
I’ve never taken such a risk for anyone. But for a chance with Maggie, I’ll put it all on the line.
The clock is ticking and I’m racing to decide—is saving Maggie worth the risk?
My choice will change everything.

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CHAPTER ONE

Maggie

Demon sits proudly behind the steering wheel with that devilish grin of his. “We’re getting these fuckers right now.” His confidence seeps through every word.

“What fuckers?” I don’t need to ask. I know the answer. I just need to hear him say it.

“Those Reckless Souls pendejos. Think they can snatch my boy from me? Fuck that. Viper was mine first.”

I’d do anything for Demon, but this is some bad shit. He’s still reeling over Viper’s betrayal. His anger masked a deep hurt, too damn proud to admit it.

“You sure about this, Demon? It’s been years since your boy crossed over.”

His smile twists into a scowl, pissed at my doubt. “What? You think I can’t handle them?”

“Course you can, Papi. You’re a beast when you want to be. But it’s just you and me. We’re outnumbered.”

He grin’s back. “Ain’t just you and me, Mami. Howler and Malibu been keeping tabs on ‘em. We know where they’re at. Gordo’s rollin’ with them too.”

Damn it. No way out now. “Oh. What’s the plan?”

He parks the shiny red Impala in a half-finished housing development. Gives me the look. “We walk in, beat the fuck outta him, and his bitch, then two bullets each. Cool with that?”

I shrug. “Yeah, sure. Of course.”

We hook up with Malibu and Howler. Moving toward one of the empty show homes. That moron Howler bangs on the window, flashing his piece like he’s in some action movie.

Two shots pop off. Howler crumples to the ground.

Demon roars, “Motherfucker!” charging forward, gun leading the way. Bullets start raining down, and I freeze like a damn rookie.

Then Viper steps out. He’s different, looks older, handsome in his leather vest with the patches. He don’t look like the young gangbanger I remember. He’s filled out. Matured.

A shot narrowly misses him. He shoots back, landing three shots in Malibu.

“What the fuck, Maggie?” Gordo bolts past me, his forty caliber in his grip.

I snap out of it, charging into the fray. It’s expected. It’s what I gotta do. Then my ankle gives way, sending me sprawling to the ground, screaming as I tumble into a ditch. “Demon!” I cry out.

More shots go off. By the time I scrambled out of the ditch, Demon’s lying dead on the grass, Viper’s sprawled on the cement steps, and Gordo’s shoving a screaming blonde into our ride like she’s a rag doll.

A week later and the rain pounding the warehouse echoes my fucked-up feelings. Demon’s pushing up daisies. My own damn crew, the Bloodthirsty Devils, they want me dead.

I’m lower than low, even worse off than when Moms kicked me out. Got no dinero in my pocket. No food and no homies got my back.

Cold seeps into my bones ‘cause Southern California decided to pull a fast one and rain non-stop for days. Now I’m on the side of town with the other forgotten people, those no one gives a fuck about, like me the rest of the world has written off, thinks they’re dead, or wish they were.

I shiver uncontrollably and pull my jacket around me tight like it will help fight off the cold. I’m so stupid to think I could just roll back into the barrio, back to what I thought was mi familia. Instead, they say I iced Demon, that I played both sides.

Fuck that.

I’d never do a damn thing to hurt Demon.

Fucking Ghost. That two-faced snake. For years he was Demon’s right-hand man, and now he can’t wait until the body is cold before calling himself El Jefe. His first order of business? Greenlighting me.

I look around the dark warehouse feeling like a pathetic, weak bitch, something I vowed I’d never feel again. And yet, here I am. Scared. Emotional. Alone.

It’s been raining for three days straight. It hardly ever rains in California, but this year is different. And that’s about how many days of hunger it takes before I start digging into dumpsters for food. At first, I only searched for shit that was still wrapped up, uneaten.

By day five, my standards have hit rock bottom. I’ll take anything edible, not rotten or covered with dirty diapers or cigarette butts. The cash in my pocket isn’t for food. It’s for survival. I need to work out a plan, but I can’t do shit until my old crew gets sick of chasing me and starts gunning for the bikers whose bullets actually ended Demon’s life.

“Shit, Demon,” I hiss into the darkness. We were a team, two peas in a pod. This warehouse was the backdrop of our first time doin’ the dirty. I think I was fifteen, maybe sixteen. I thought it all meant something. But I guess that doesn’t matter now. He’s gone.

Anger flares in my chest. “Goddammit, Demon! Why? Why did you have to die?” I break down in tears, sobbing over the loss. My best friend, my man. My life.

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Total pages in book: 83
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A secret baby, a ruthless criminal, and a love that will either save me—or destroy us all.
I've been in love with Jasper Ashby since the day I laid eyes on him.
He's tall, dark, and annoyingly handsome.
I know he's going to break my heart again. I know what he's like—a ruthless killer who doesn't do relationships. He uses women and then casts them aside like yesterday's news.
And yet, I'm falling for him all over again.
I should stay away.
But I'm carrying his child. An heir to a legacy he won't let go of easily. I can't tell him. If he finds out, I'll never be able to escape him.
I'm torn between protecting my baby and my heart from the one man we both need—and fear—the most, and risking everything for a chance at happily-ever-after.
Can love conquer all, or will it be my downfall?

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PROLOGUE

Jasper ~ Before the Shooting

I looked out at the opening night crowd of wall-to-wall, sex-crazed bodies bumping and grinding ecstatically to the music, and visions of dollar signs danced in my head.

As much as I hated to admit it, Sadie was right.

The new and improved Lucky Lopez was a success. An unmitigated fucking success. All three floors were packed with horny men and women eager to watch the young and beautiful strip for cash.

Others came to bump and grind on the newly installed dance floor, and most were here to just get fucked up. Opening night had brought out damn near all the residents of the Green Zone, not to mention the people we’d done business with for years.

Yeah, Sadie did it. Again.

I never doubted her. Sadie wasn’t just my mother; she was my mentor, the woman who taught me everything I needed to know about running the Ashby Organization for decades to come.

At her side, I’d learned how to negotiate deals in the legit world and underworld. She taught me the difference between being tough and being just plain mean.

Well, my father Colm also had a hand in that lesson. A heavy hand, usually balled into a fucking fist.

I shook off thoughts of my bastard of a father and pushed away from the desk inside the tiny office in the back of Lucky Lopez and made my way through the throngs of sweaty, drunk bodies to the bar.

“Velvet Fire. Make it a double,” I barked over the din to the bartender.

One of the new girls Sadie and Thomas hired, I didn’t know her name, flashed a toothy grin and shoved her tits out to great effect. She had a great pair of tits, big and meaty, more than a handful and best of all, they were perfectly round and full.

The Lucky Lopez t-shirt she wore was cut into a low vee, ripped and tied into a knot at the waist to show off her hot young body.

“Here ya go, Mr. Ashby.” It was a smart move, hiring hungry young college girls to sling drinks. They would bring in more cash which meant we could clean even more money.

“Thanks.” It might have been a smart business move, but I didn’t like having all these new people around. I didn’t know these people, so I couldn’t trust them.

I didn’t know who was in their lives or who those people knew and loved, hated or owed money to, and that was why I was on edge as I walked through the club, sipping on some damn good whiskey.

“Jasper!” Hulu smiled at me over the crowd and waved me over to the perimeter of the dance floor. He was big as fuck and spent a few hours almost every day in the gym, which made him the perfect deterrent for people looking to cause trouble.

“What’s up?” I stood beside the overgrown man feeling like a child at six-foot-two.

“Lots of people here tonight.”

“Yep.”

Arms crossed, Hulu’s eyes never stopped moving, scanning the crowd or looking over his shoulder. “Confiscated lots of weapons.”

“What’s lots.”

“Enough that I sent Provo out to get some lock boxes. I think you need lockers if this will be your clientele here.”

I arched a brow at him. “Clientele? I think you’ve been working the card games too long if you’re gonna sound like an asshole.”

Hulu chuckled and shrugged. “Between the players and Nessa, I’m definitely growing my vocabulary.”

“Lockers are a good idea but run it by Sadie. This is her baby now.”

“Got it.”

“Anything else?”

“Nope. I’m good.”

“Good.” I walked up the stairs that led to level two and ordered another drink from a server walking by before searching for the woman of the hour. She was, of course, in the VIP area, looking proudly down at her hard work come to life.

“You don’t have to look so damn pleased with yourself, Ma.”

Sadie turned slowly at the sound of my voice, a knowing smile on her face. “I know I don’t have to, but I am pleased. Look at this. Just fucking look.”

“Yeah, I see it. And I never doubted that you could do it. That was never a fucking question. I just didn’t think it was necessary.”

“And that’s why I’m so pleased. Look around. We don’t just have gangsters and investment bankers in here spending their money tonight, Jasper. That guy runs the corner market, and I’m pretty sure I saw his girlfriend head up to see the male dancers.”

“Your point?”

“My point, smartass, is that it isn’t just big money dollars flowing into this place. It’s all the money. People in the Green Zone now have money to spend, and they’re spending it with us.”

I nodded reluctantly, willing to give her that. “Makes it easier to clean the cash.” I didn’t bother reminding her that more cash put a bigger target on the place for robbery, even if it was an Ashby joint.

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I traded war zones for open roads.
Never imagined I’d be stuck babysitting a sweet spinner like Aria, sheltered in her gilded prison.
As the pressure builds in this pink hellhole, Aria keeps testing me, tempting me. Her captivating allure, her fearless defiance—it makes me want her.
But I have a job to do and refuse to be just another conquest.
Everything takes a dark turn when we find the buried secrets of her old man—secrets darker and deeper than the FBI. Aria is in more danger than we thought.
With each revelation, our bond grows stronger, forged in the flames of this godforsaken inferno. Now, the feds are closing in and Aria desperately needs my help.
Caught between the dangerous world of the club and this mission, I’m torn between diving in headfirst or pulling away completely.
One thing’s for sure, Aria may see me as a beast, but I won’t give up until I make this beauty mine.

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CHAPTER ONE

Lucky

I am so damn tired of looking after Aria Morgan, or as I call her, The Princess. Yeah, sure, she’s hot as fuck, but I’m a patched member of the Reckless Souls MC. Yeah, that’s right. I’m patched now, so how come I’m still babysitting her spoiled ass? Okay, it’s a very fucking fine ass that I wouldn’t mind spanking.

Or fucking.

But it’s so annoying that I have to be at her side twenty-four-fucking-seven.

Aria rocks pink every single day and stuffs her annoying little dog—a boy dog named Coco, like Chanel—in a matching pink tote. And yes, carries him like arm candy everywhere she goes. But that’s not the worst part.

You’d think a whole cotton candy factory exploded in her bedroom. To be honest, I could probably handle her fixation on pink if Aria herself wasn’t so damn annoying.

And no matter how much she gets under my skin, she also seems to possess some kind of magical power over my libido.

It’s impossible not to gawk at her when she prances around in her skimpy pink skirts, revealing miles of perfectly tanned legs. She keeps them toned with her early morning yoga sessions, contorting herself into flexible poses that leave little to the imagination.

And don’t even get me started on her tits, or I’ll be walking around with a fuckin’ boner day in and day out.

“I have a date tonight,” she says as if her social life is top-of-the-chart important to me.

My gaze swings to hers, and I do everything in my power to infuse my expression with disdain because, you know, if I don’t remind myself how goddamn annoying she is, I might do something about the hot as fuck part of her. “Okay,” I say, casually.

“He’ll be here soon,” she adds as if she has any right to be annoyed.

“All right,” I say, waiting for her to get to the fucking point.

She stomps her foot, clad in a pale pink stiletto with a big loopy bow around the ankle.

“You can’t come,” she gestures to my face, and impossible to ignore tattoos. “Not looking like that.” She adds a sneer. “This isn’t exactly a face tattoo kind of place, Lucky.”

The way she says my name makes me smile. Annoying her has become my favorite pastime, especially since I’m stuck on princess duty.

It’s not that we need the princess, I remind myself. We’re keeping her safe from the cartel.

“Tough shit,” I tell her. “Where you go, I go. You know that.”

She lets out a low growl, stomping both of her fuck me heels like a child throwing a tantrum. It should make her less attractive, but those tits we aren’t gonna talk about have the perfect amount of jiggle, and I can’t look away. “Whatever. Just don’t embarrass me.”

I grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Princess.”

With a frustrated sigh, I scrub my hand over my face, letting my gaze swing left and right up the block where Aria lives with her father, Geoffrey, who is never home. Thank fuck because I’m not sure I could deal with them both without losing my shit.

This is a job more suitable for one of the prospects. Tank or my brother Diesel are good candidates. Hell, even the new prospect Olly can do this without fucking it up. But for some unfathomable reason, I’m stuck here.

The sun starts to set, and the orange glow settles on the big ass mansions in the neighborhood, and I appreciate the sight. These rich folks pay an arm and a leg for houses they work too much to spend time in. But the solitude is the only thing that makes this assignment bearable—no nosy rich fuckers asking questions.

All too soon, a red Maserati pulls into the driveway, and out steps a blond-haired douchebag wearing chinos and a light green golf shirt. He walks with an arrogant air about him—the exact type of asshole I expect the princess to date. He ignores me and heads to the front door, and Aria coos over his arrival.

I roll my eyes at her stupid fucking baby talk, and they disappear into the house. Finally, I can make my way to my bike with a smile. Staying at the mansion with Aria means I haven’t had time to ride, to let the sun hit my forearms and the back of my neck as I tear up the highway, but tonight, I get to ride. For a little while, anyway.

I only manage to get my helmet strapped when the massive front door opens, and Aria saunters out with the douchebag. He’s dressed like one of the Easter eggs Diesel and I used to paint with Grandma. There’s a smug air about him, and it has nothing to do with his appreciative gaze on Aria’s tits. His gaze flicks up to mine, and I nod. Yeah, motherfucker, I’m going along for the ride.

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No one knows what it’s like to be me. To have this power. To hold these secrets.
It’s a burden, but it’s my cross to bear. Because I know what’s at stake.

You think you know me? You don’t know Jack.
Or Father Eric.
Or Father Sean.
Or Father James.
I know them quite well—and more. Biblically, you might say.
And then there’s sweet, obedient Thomas.
No one knows Thomas like I do.
He’s strong, capable, smart. A real man. Not like the others.
They’re all men, of course. But Thomas…he’s different. He doesn’t play by the rules.
And that’s what I love about him.
He’s my kind of man.
And our game is very simple.
Kill or be killed.
There are no rules, no mercy, and no second chances.
You either win…or you die.
And I always play to win.

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PROLOGUE

Sadie ~ 1981

Everyone thought they knew how the great Sadie Rose Ashby came to be. The wife of Colm Ashby and daughter-in-law of Cillian Darragh Ashby, they assumed I was a young whore or a ruthless bitch. That was the story anyway, what people thought they knew about me and my life.

What I let them believe.

If anyone knew the actual details of my life, they would fear me even more. It wasn’t Colm, Cillian, or even The Crusaders who got me started on this path.

No, that title belongs to a piece of shit from the summer of 1981.

Before I became an Ashby, I was Sadie Rose Malone, a proper Catholic school girl who went to class, said her prayers and loved her parents dearly. I tried to do the right thing, be a good person, and follow the path laid out in The Good Book. I tried really hard, and one day, it all fell to pieces in the most spectacular fashion.

Owen Doyle was seventeen years old and the definition of cool. He was gorgeous with broad shoulders and a slender body that young girls thought was so grownup.

Even I wasn’t immune to the charms of the most popular boy in school. Owen Doyle had big blue bedroom eyes, and when he turned his attention my way, I was flattered.

I was flattered for the first—and last—time in my life. It was the only time pretty words made me blush like a schoolgirl, the only time I accepted anything or anyone at face value.

On Friday night, my parents allowed me to go to the high school football game because it was a special game. St. Mary’s Catholic School played against our Lutheran rivals. To my extremely Catholic mother, that made it a special occasion worthy of me possibly spending time with boys.

I couldn’t tell you one thing about the game because I didn’t give a damn about football. I just wanted to hang out with kids my own age away from the church.

“Hey, want to go somewhere quiet to hang out and talk?” Owen Doyle wanted to talk to me, invisible, prim, proper, Sadie Malone, and I nodded like an eager little puppy.

I turned to my best friend, Emily with a wide-eyed grin. There was no question of what my answer would be when I turned back to Owen.

“Yeah, sure, that would be cool.” My fingertips tingled at the idea of going somewhere with Owen. I followed him down the metal bleachers and around back where the cool kids hung out and smoked cigarettes and drank beer if they could snatch some from their parents or older siblings.

Only when we got back there, we were alone.

I thought it was romantic. “So, uh, what do you want to talk about?”

Owen flashed a crooked smile that made my heart race as he leaned against the metal leg of the bleacher. “How pretty you are, Sadie.”

“Me?” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled like the naïve little girl I was. “I’m not,” I insisted because vanity was frowned upon in my house.

I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup or style my hair, and even the denim skirt I thought so stylish hit just below my knees.

“But you are.” Owen’s insistence, accompanied by smiling at me and running his index finger along my jaw, sucked me right in. “So pretty. I’ve been thinking about kissing you all night. All semester, really.”

His words shocked and thrilled me, but they also confused me. “But you never said anything.”

“Neither did you,” he shot back. “But here we are.”

His words were so smooth I couldn’t help but smile. “Here we are.”

Owen took a step closer so I could feel his breath fan across my face and sucked in a deep breath. He smelled like cinnamon and melon, an intoxicating blend of spicy and sweet.

“I need to taste your lips,” he growled a moment before his mouth crashed down over mine.

The sensation startled me at first, but the feel of his lips on mine was lovely. His tongue slid between my lips; a strange feeling that slowly started to feel good. My heart thudded against my chest, and my palms were sweaty against the leather arms of his letterman’s jacket, but I couldn’t bring myself to push him away.

I leaned into him and threw myself into the kiss because even though it was my first kiss, it was the most exciting, the hottest, and thrilling kiss of my life.

Then one hand slid down my bottom until he reached up under my skirt to my bare skin, and that hand slid up the inside of my leg until his fingers brushed over my private parts. I gasped in surprise, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“Owen,” I panted as he ran two knuckles back and forth over my privates.

“I’m right here, pretty Sadie.” His fingers pushed my panties to the side, and his bare fingers slid between my lips.

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