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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)

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Callie never planned to come home.
Not since the day her cousin died, her brother got locked up, and her world fell apart. She swore
she’d never set foot on that broken-down farm again—or see the brooding biker who used to call
her cousin his old lady.
But fate’s got a twisted sense of humor, and the farm is now hers to deal with.
Knox is the last person she wants to ask for help. Moody, infuriating, and impossible to read,
he’s made it very clear she’s not his problem. Yet every time something goes wrong—a busted
fence, a rogue cow, or a spider invasion—she ends up calling him anyway.
After all, he has the answers to so many of her questions. Even if he is unwilling to speak.
Then shadows from her cousin’s past start creeping back, dragging Callie into a dangerous game
she never saw coming. The cartel wants something from her. Knox has secrets he’s desperate to
keep. And the closer they get to the truth, the more explosive their rivalry becomes.
Because some grudges don’t fade.
Some hearts don’t heal.
And when it all comes out, someone’s world is going to come crashing down

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PROLOGUE

Staring at the old, worn-down farmhouse, it takes all of my strength not to turn and get the hell out of here. Hell, lighting a match seems like a better idea than walking into the spider-infested dump that has been left alone now for over five years. I don't know whose sick idea it was to leave it all to me, but here I am, in a place I have never even stepped foot into, let alone earned the right to inherit.

But my now-deceased uncle had other ideas.

Exhaling a slow and somewhat angry breath, I approach the house.

The porch sags, and the front door, paint blistered, knob dangling by a single stubborn screw, looks like the mouth of something that would rather swallow me whole and be done with it. I curl my lip, scared to take another step, and tell myself I’m just going to get this done and leave. I don’t want to stay in this hole a second longer than I have to.

But I’m not fooling anyone, least of all myself. I do that thing, the one where I inhale through my nose and just let the memory slap me around for a minute. I can’t help but remember how much Harper loved this place. It was just her and my uncle, the two of them against the world. She would visit me and tell me all about it.

I feel guilty that I never got the chance to see it before now.

My heart twists.

The barn lists to the east, its tin roof sagging, and the fence meant to keep the horses in, when there were horses, leans so far sideways it’s practically a suggestion, not a boundary. I count three different kinds of thistle in the front two acres. Only one paddock is in somewhat good condition because it is filled with my uncle's old cows that he kept here, even when he went into an old people's home.

He wasn’t parting with them.

“Fucking hell,” I say, not bothering to soften my voice. The place can take it. If I’m honest, it looks like it enjoys a bit of rough play.

I resist, for as long as I can manage, which is about thirty seconds. Then I square my shoulders and dare to go inside. The door creaks, and I’m actually scared it might fall off. I shove it open and stare inside, my stomach twisting with something unfamiliar.

The hall is narrow, same grime lines tracing where picture frames once were, same dull gouges in the baseboards, like the past’s fingernails dug in for dear life. I run my hand along the dusty banister and cringe when I lift my fingers to find mouse droppings. Cursing, I swipe my hands over my jeans and attempt to remove the filth.

My phone buzzes. I ignore it.

I make a slow lap of the first floor. Kitchen, covered in dust, no dishes left, a field mouse nest occupying the sink. Living room, the wallpaper peeling off the walls and the floors dusty, leaving a trail of my footprints behind me. There is an old sofa and a television that was left behind when my uncle left. I don’t dare touch any of it.

By the time I reach the back sunroom, I am coughing from a tickle in my throat, no doubt from all the dust I stirred up. I check the bedrooms, one with a bed and a few dressers, and other than that, everything is empty. All the furniture, the memories, gone. I exhale, not sure I am fit to deal with this right now. My therapist will have a field day with me when I return home.

And then something clatters out on the drive: tires on gravel, the distant slam of a car door. I turn, squinting, but I can’t see a single thing out of the murky windows. God, when was the last time they were cleaned? I don’t even want to know the answer to that.

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)

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Sable shouldn’t be alive. Left for dead in the dark woods, she is rescued by Kael — the brooding Fallen Son who comes like a hero in the night. Nursing her back to health in secret, Kael swears to protect the woman whose haunted eyes mirror his own, even as he senses the storm she’s hiding.
Dark secrets. Deadly consequences.
Sable isn’t just running from nightmares. She’s the old lady of Gage, a ruthless enforcer from a rival MC. Every single moment with Kael feeds an obsession that burns deep within her broken soul. Unknowingly, Sable hands Gage the intel he needs to spill Fallen Sons’ blood. As bodies drop and tensions explode, Sable finds herself dancing between two worlds. Gage or Kael. Two men who mark her in an entirely different way.
Loyalties fracture, and secrets are exposed.
Gage, the man Sable loved in such a broken down and twisted way, shows just how dangerous his love can be. In a world laced with lies and blood, Kael and Sable must decide if their trauma‑bonded love is worth the destruction it brings — and whether peace is even possible in a world built on chaos.
Unmasked Anarchy is a dark MC romance thriller that will leave you breathless, broken, and begging for more. Nothing is simple in the Fallen Sons universe… and the war is far from over

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PROLOGUE

Mud, cold and clammy, presses into my cheeks as I pull my body forward. I don’t recall how many times I have passed out, and I can’t feel a single ounce of pain, even though I know what happened to me is bad. The white-hot feeling of the knife being plunged into my stomach replays over and over in my mind.

They left me for dead.

Only they didn’t complete the job.

With each ragged breath, I make a vow to myself that I won’t die out here. I won’t let this be how I go out.

My body doesn’t even feel like mine anymore. The strength inside me is the last thing I am clinging to, praying it is enough to get me to the road. My fingernails are caked with dirt as heavy rain falls around me and, inch by horrifying inch, I manage to drag myself closer.

They could be there, waiting.

Every inch feels like it’s killing me. I am leaking; I don’t know how much blood I have lost, but I do know it is a deadly amount. My legs slump behind me, and it doesn’t seem to matter how much I will them to move, they don’t. My arms are the only thing taking me closer to the light above the dark shadows.

Don’t pass out now. If I lose this, I lose everything.

With effort, I lift my head. My hair is plastered to my face; the blond strands stuck to my battered skin. A deep breath, another lurch forward. I press my palm to the soft flesh above my hip. The wound there is big. Something soft grazes against my fingers, and I fight back the urge to vomit.

I know what that is.

That is my insides.

I’m going to die out here. I’m going to die.

Panic grips my chest as I reach for my shirt, slowly removing it. A task that should take only seconds takes me so long I wonder if I am going to pass out again. When it is off, I have to force myself onto my side, and with my teeth I tear at the material until it rips in half. Then, another long stretch is wasted as I tie it around my wound, praying it is enough to keep everything in.

The shirt knots against my side, pinching tight and wet, not as secure as I'd like but better than nothing.

One elbow at a time. My hand sinks into something cold and slick, gravel presses against my skin, but it is a stark reminder. I’m still here. I’m still breathing. Above the tree line, I can see the glow of streetlights. It feels so far, but I know that it is mere yards, if that.

It’s uphill, in the dark, and I try not to think about how my body won’t listen anymore. My knees scrape beneath me like dead wood, and my shirt is already soaked with blood, my back sticky with it. The rain is heavier, and I fear that soon the chill will make me pass out once more, only this time I might not wake up.

Another hour passes.

Then another.

Until finally, I make it to the shoulder of the road. A highway so empty it feels abandoned. My heart is pounding in a terrifying way, as if it is about to give up. I roll onto my back, head pounding, and I press my hand to the blood-soaked shirt. This is as far as I can go.

I have nothing left.

My fingers twitch, useless. I half laugh, and the movement tears at my gut, pain flaring so bright I think I’m going to black out. Not yet. Not here. Down the highway, a flicker. Headlights? Probably a hallucination. But the sound is real, an engine, big and throaty, such a familiar sound. I wish I could move, but the truth is, I can’t even lift an arm.

The rumbling gets closer, and then the engine stops, the light from the bike looming over me.

Heavy boots crunch on the gravel as whoever has stopped comes closer.

I try to focus my eyes so I can see the man above me, but my vision is blurring.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

That bad, huh?

Rough hands press against my cheeks, and I blink, but I still can’t focus enough to see him.

“Hey, can you hear me?”

I want to say yes, but my mouth simply won’t move.

“It’s okay, I got you. I’m gettin’ help.”

He doesn’t move from my side as he calls 911. Instead, this man, this angel, sits down and puts my head in his lap, stroking my hair from my face and pressing a hand to my wound, talking softly to me. I couldn’t say exactly what he was talking about, but something about his voice brings me comfort.

Slowly, I let myself slip into darkness.

Because, for a second, I know I’m safe.

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“Ma’am,” a soft voice calls.

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)

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Nia has spent her life locked in fear, her choices stripped away by a cult that turned survival into obedience. Freedom was never meant for someone like her—until she lands at the doorstep of the Fallen Sons MC.
And meets Talon.
Breathtaking. Brutal. Untouchable.
He’s the kind of man who ruins people. The kind who doesn’t flinch at violence, or love, or anything in between. She should stay away. Instead, she finds herself drawn to him in a way that terrifies her.
When the cult resurfaces—armed with secrets they’ll kill to keep buried—Talon and the club becomes her only shield. He vows to protect her, but mostly, he promises to teach her about a life she’s never experienced. He promises to set her free.
She escaped once, but escaping wasn’t enough.
Now…now it’s time to end it.

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PROLOGUE

"Hush now, Lily. If you don't stop crying, then I’ll have to go."

My voice is a whisper, barely louder than the ragged breaths tearing through the little girl in my arms. Stroking trembling fingers through her matted blonde hair, I beg my heart to slow down, to stop beating so damned hard. I don't have long — maybe half an hour, if I'm lucky, before someone comes looking.

The tent smells of mildew and dirt, and the broken cot she’s lying on creaks with every small movement. Lily, barely five years old, weighs next to nothing. Her tiny frame is lost beneath the filthy blanket that’s supposed to keep her warm. She shivers, her body hot with a raging fever, something I am praying I can break soon.

I fear if I don’t, it will claim her young, innocent life.

"Come on, sweet girl, just a little," I plead, reaching for the stale sandwich I managed to sneak in. "Just one bite."

She turns her face away, her cracked lips trembling. Tears streak dirt across her hollow cheeks. Her bright blue eyes, once beautiful, are now sunken. Such a beautiful child, sucked into a world I fear she will never escape. There doesn’t seem to be a way out for any of us, and it doesn’t matter what I do — they will always be there.

Lurking in the shadows.

Out there, beyond the fence that traps us all, Lily would have been removed from these monsters. She would have been placed into the foster system, taken from the devils who call themselves her parents. But in here? In here, she’s just another soul my father claims will find freedom through suffering.

They preach about salvation. About trials and faith. About sacrifice.

They use God like a shield for their cruelty.

They're not holy. They're monsters.

"No," Lily whimpers, clutching her stomach.

"Please, honey. For me," I whisper, stroking her hair away from her face, so I can better see her little features.

Her big, sunken blue eyes — so full of pain — lift to mine, and something in my chest cracks wide open. Maybe she knows. Maybe she understands as well as I do that there is no saving us. It won’t matter what we do; they will always have control. In this world, we belong to them. In this world, they own us.

Finally, she leans forward, taking a bite so small it will do nothing to nourish her. It's not enough, but it's something. I push gently, coaxing her into another, and another. Each bite feels like a victory, but I know it’s very likely she won’t keep it down long. I can only hope her body absorbs as much as it can before she brings it all back up again.

"My tummy hurts," she moans.

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

I reach into the pocket of my dress and pull out a tiny white pill, broken into pieces. Painkillers. Swiped from the forbidden stash that only the leaders of the cult have access to — supplies that are only for the worthy. If my father ever found out, he wouldn't hesitate.

He'd hang me. Beat me bloody. Call it mercy.

But I'd do it again. A thousand times over. For her.

"Here, just a sip of water first," I murmur, lifting the cracked cup to her lips.

She sips, then chokes and sputters, gagging on the pill as I press it onto her tongue. Half of it ends up spat down the front of my dress. I’m not bothered; I can only hope that some of it went down, that it’s enough to break the fever currently taking over her already weak body.

"I know it tastes yucky," I soothe, wiping her mouth. "But it'll help."

Carefully, I lay her back, pulling the tattered blanket up to her chin. Her frail little body curls into itself. It kills me, and I wish that I could do something — anything — to free her from this world. The very moment Lily was born, I knew I had to protect her. Her parents never thought she was worth saving, and in this place, if you are weak, you are not worth anything.

Lily was always seen as weak — a frail baby, a broken child.

To them, if she dies, it’s because God didn’t believe she was worthy of living.

And so it will be.

"Should we sing your favorite song?" I whisper, blinking back tears.

She nods, a small, broken movement.

My voice shakes as I begin to sing, soft and slow, the lullaby my mother once sang to me before this place swallowed her whole. Before my father became —

The chosen one.

The Father. The deliverer. The monster.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

The voice rips through me, causing my spine to go rigid and my voice to crack mid-song. My heart lurches as I whip around. Standing in the entrance is Reginald, Lily’s father — a brutal man with black eyes and cruelty etched into every line of his face.

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling Author Bella Jewel comes a brand new, thrilling, dark motorcycle romance with a twist of murder! You won't want to miss this one!

Years after her father's reign of terror as the infamous Shadow Butcher, Mera Sloane returns to the small town she once called home, hoping she can start again. But people there haven't forgotten. When a young girl vanishes in a way that mirrors her father's crimes, the suspicions turn to Mera, leaving her with no one to trust.

No one, except the Fallen Sons MC, a notorious biker gang whose leader, Wolfe 'Rook' Cross, knows more about her father's past than he lets on. Wolfe is ruthless, magnetic, and shrouded in secrets - secrets that pull Mera deeper into a world of danger and desire.

As Mera and Wolfe race against the clock to find the missing girl, the lines between trust and betrayal blur. The closer they get to the truth, the more Mera realizes that some monsters wear familiar faces - and the deadliest secrets are the ones we keep.

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PROLOGUE

TEN YEARS EARLIER

Isit cross-legged on the floor of my father's study, surrounded by a mess of book reports and assignments I can't seem to finish. The sound of a distant storm rolling in continues to distract me. The soft rain falling on the roof seems to be lulling me into a daze and causing my mind to wander, focusing on anything but what I’m meant to be doing.

My thoughts keep drifting to Jace, the boy from school with sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes who consumes my every thought. His unexpected text last night still sends a thrill through me. He hasn’t spoken to me before, and then, out of the blue, he messaged me. The butterflies are still swimming around my tummy when I think of how that made me feel.

Is there a possibility that he likes me?

At fifteen, I know my father wouldn’t agree, but I have had a crush on Jace for as long as I can remember.

A sharp exhale escapes me, a reminder to focus. The end of term is far too close, and I'm drowning in overdue work. I sift through my father's extensive collection of books, sure he owns something useful. Although I'm not supposed to be in here, I just know he has something that might be able to help me finish this work before I fall too far behind.

As I toss a few books out of an old, dusty box, an unmarked envelope slips to the floor. Curious, I pick it up, eyeing the dusty encyclopedia it fell from—a relic of a time before Google. I can’t believe this is all they used to use. Curiosity piqued, I open the envelope and pull out a stack of photographs. My breath catches, and my body tenses. These aren't family snapshots—they’re crime scene photos so graphic they make my skin crawl.

I recognize them instantly. Everyone would. The horrific work of the Shadow Butcher, whose terror has gripped our state for over five years now, making every parent fearful for their loved ones. A man who has escaped police capture and managed to continue the nightmare. Why does my father have these unblurred images? We’ve all seen them, of course, but the media is very careful to black out anything too graphic to be shown on television and news articles.

Unable to stop myself, I flip through the photos, a cold dread settling in my stomach. The last moments of the victims captured are beyond comprehension, too awful for me to stare at for another minute. I shove them back into the envelope, but something else grabs my attention, more papers shoved into the middle of the book —maps and notes meticulously detailing each murder. Their locations, the victims' details, scrawled in a handwriting I know all too well: my father's.

The familiar rumble of thunder outside mirrors the chaos inside me. Papers scatter as I fumble in disbelief, desperately trying to shove them all back before anyone finds me in here. The evidence before me is glaringly real, yet I cling to the hope that there's an explanation, something that makes this nightmare untrue.

There is no way. No way in the world that the man I have loved my entire life is a monster – is this monster.

The squeaking sound of the garage door has me jerking upright—he's home. Panicked, I shove the items into my backpack and quickly put everything back into the box, returning it to its spot before taking my spot back on the floor with my papers, desperately pleading with my heart to stop pounding.

Footsteps echo in the hallway, and he calls my name, his voice warm and tender, exactly as it has always been. But now, that voice feels tainted, and a fear washes through me, a fear I can’t quite put my finger on. Is it fear of the truth, or fear of the man I have trusted my entire life with?

"Mera, sweetheart, what are you doing in my study?"

His sky-blue eyes and crooked smile are the first thing I see when I look up to see him standing in the doorway, and my heart skips a beat. There is no way this man could be the one they’re all looking for. Not this kind, compassionate man who raised me when my mother died years long ago. He is my entire world.

It’s simply not possible.

I force a smile, my voice shaky. "I hoped you had a reference book for my assignment. Sorry, I know I shouldn't be here. I haven't found one yet, I’m really not sure what I’m looking for.”

He sits beside me, placing his briefcase down, his eyes mirroring mine—a sight that used to soothe me now sends chills down my spine. Can someone so loving be capable of such horror? Is it even possible? I don’t believe it. I won’t. I have spent my life with this man.

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