Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli

Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Contempt (Sin City Salvation #3) Read Online A. Zavarelli http://www.ilovenovels.com/contempt-sin-city-salvation-3-read-online-a-zavarelli Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/contempt-sin-city-salvation-3-read-online-a-zavarelli Genre: Angst, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Suspense Authors: A. Zavarelli Series: Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 195
Estimated words: 185573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 928(@200wpm)___ 742(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)

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From USA Today Bestselling Author A. Zavarelli comes an angsty forbidden romance about second chances, forgiveness, and a love that conquers all.

Before the world knew me as a rock god, I was just the angry boy who stole her heart.

She was a good girl.

The forbidden fruit I wasn’t meant to taste.

Our stars were crossed, and fate had doomed us from the start.

She was promised to someone else.

I had her secret smiles.

Moments stolen in dark corners.

But I couldn’t have her future.

Destiny tore us apart, and all that remained was the ghost of her memory.

When she died, I did too.

But when I catch a glimpse of her five years later, alive and well, that love turns to hate as the bitter truth emerges.

She left me.

She lied.

And now, I’m going to make her pay.

This book is a standalone dark romance about a military veteran turned rockstar hero and the girl who stole his heart and never let it go.

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Chapter 1

Madden

Somewhere in my pitch-black soul

Hangs the memory of a girl I used to know

Entombed by darkness in a steel cage

She courts the master of my rage

In life or death, we’re chained together

Fate’s sadistic way of being clever

Sunlight won’t touch our bed of lies

We ripped out our hearts and watched them die

Cursed for eternity to a tormented sleep

She bolted the lock, and I threw away the key

My head sinks into the worn leather sofa as I pluck the strings on my guitar with calloused fingers. In a sea of leather-vested men, women, and beer, the lyrics get lost in an endless stream of chatter. The clubhouse is always a riot on weekends, and I prefer it that way. I can play without getting too wrapped up inside my head. The other guys don’t bother me, and the groupies know better than to approach me. Well, for the most part, anyway.

Tonight, a few have been edging my way. Ignoring them only makes them try harder. They take turns flouncing past me in their heels and short skirts, growing bolder with every pass. Play a song for us, Madden. We love your voice, Madden. Can I suck your dick, Madden?

Tossing them a glare, I wonder how they’ve conveniently forgotten why I ended up in this motorcycle club in the first place. They’re like those women who write love letters to serial killers in prison. Too deranged to touch with a ten-foot pole.

“You’re talking to yourself again.” Someone kicks my foot, and when I look up, the bearded barbarian staring back at me feels like a reflection in the mirror. Ace isn’t my brother by blood, but he may as well be. We’re both tall, inked, and look like we just escaped from the insane asylum. In my case, it’s not a far cry from the truth.

In this compound of miscreants under the scorched Nevada sun, he’s just another societal outcast haunted by his past. Or at least he used to be. Before he went and got himself a beautiful woman to slay the demons inside his head.

“I wasn’t talking to myself,” I grumble. “I was singing.”

“About club bunnies and beer?” His eyes roam over me with concern. “How much have you smoked today?”

“Enough to make me not give a fuck about anything.” I belt out that line like a song lyric as I strum the disjointed notes on my guitar.

Ace shakes his head and lumbers over to the chair across from me. He’s got disapproval stamped all over his face, and I know what’s coming. We’ve been through a lot of shit together during our time in the Beards of War. I’ve fought for him. I’ve killed for him. And should I ever need him to repay the favor, I know he wouldn’t hesitate. I respect him, but I don’t need a fucking babysitter, and I have no interest in hashing out the dark cloud hanging over my head tonight.

He tips his whiskey glass back and takes a pull, peering at me over the rim. “Lucian said you’ve been texting him all day.”

Fucking Lucian.

“Someone needs to remind him what attorney-client privilege means,” I mutter.

“He’s worried about you,” Ace grunts. “He told me they found another body in the Rio Grande, and he wants me to make sure you’re not losing your shit.”

Images from the news parade through my mind like a bad movie. I’ve been memorizing the details all day, searching the wreckage of my brain for the smallest spark of familiarity with that location. This is the fifth set of remains they’ve pulled from those riverbanks in the past six months, but this one is different. These bones are newer than the others.

Did I leave her there?

I toss my guitar aside and drag my hands over my face. The past wraps its claws around me, forcing her memory into a reality where she no longer exists. Her expressive dark eyes haunt me as tears leak from the edges, emotion ripping from her chest in soft, quiet sobs. I was the reason for those tears. And when I looked at her that night, it was easy to tell myself she’d be better off without me before she voiced the words that burrowed under my skin for eternity.

I wish I’d never met you.

It was the last wound she ever inflicted, and it was a fatal one. I’ve asked myself the same question at least a thousand times. Why the fuck did we have the misfortune of meeting if all we were going to do was drown each other?

Like clockwork, another thought explodes from the vault in my mind. Something so fucking dark, so goddamn evil, it makes me sick every time it rears its ugly head.

Maybe you did kill her. You couldn’t let him keep her. Not when she was supposed to be yours.

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Convict Read online A. Zavarelli (Sin City Salvation #2) http://www.ilovenovels.com/convict-2-read-online-a-zavarelli Fri, 23 Aug 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/convict-2-read-online-a-zavarelli Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: A. Zavarelli Series: Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Convict (Sin City Salvation #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	A. Zavarelli
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B07VJ9RF6Q
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From USA Today bestselling author A. Zavarelli comes an enemies to lovers romance full of blackmail, emotional twists, and explosive chemistry. From the shadows, I’ve tracked her every move. I was just supposed to watch her. But now, I can’t stop. She’s my obsession. My addiction. My poison. Watching her isn’t enough. The savage in me won’t be satisfied until I take her and make her mine. One taste and I’m hooked. Too bad for her… I’m never letting her go. ***** Stalked. Hunted. Captured. He took me from my life and locked me away in his compound. The ex-con. The big bad biker. Inked, bearded, and inhumanely sized. And yet, every time he looks at me, I melt. This broken beast hides demons behind those brutal eyes. I hate him… and I crave him. His touch, his words, his lips. When my enemies come for me, he vows to protect me as long as I do what he says. I’ll be secure in this prison he created for me. But who will protect me from him? Convict is a full length standalone within the Sin City Series and has a complete ending.
Books in Series:	Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli
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AS THE SUN SANK OVER the Las Vegas strip, hues of orange and gold danced across every shiny, reflective surface that protruded into the sky. It was a balmy Nevada summer, and the desert heat electrified the blood in my veins as my tires screeched over the asphalt at breakneck speed.

Lana Del Ray blasted from the speakers in my flaming red Audi TTS while the breeze stirred blond strands of hair around my shoulders. Lights flashed in my vision. Horns blared. I sang along to the vocals, my fingers tapping the steering wheel in time to the music.

I loved this city. The constant on switch. The obnoxious noise. It was sensory overload twenty-four seven, and you could never feel alone in a place like this. Las Vegas was a melting pot of lost souls. A giant dust bowl overflowing with outcasts and outliers. I’d never felt like I belonged anywhere more than I belonged here, yet it was slipping from my grasp with the turbulent uncertainties of every passing day. Bittersweet memories evaporated into the atmosphere as I accepted that familiarity was no longer my safe place.

Regardless of the dismal forecast of my future, there wasn’t time to consider all the ways my life could implode. Skidding to a halt in front of the valet stand at the Venetian, I checked my lipstick in the mirror and snatched my spiked Valentino clutch from the passenger seat. The valet rushed to open my door; his boyish face weighted with desperation to please me. I thanked him as he handed me a claim ticket. That should have been the end of our interaction, but it never was. Instead of jumping into the car and zooming off to a designated parking space, he lingered as his eyes wandered over me. A volcano of acid erupted in my gut, the typical response I had when men eye-fucked me. But I held myself together with a plastic smile and a robot heart.

It really wasn’t his fault. I’d intentionally chosen the mini wrap dress with the design of bringing men to their knees. The black spandex fabric painted every curve it touched, leaving a small gap at the thigh where the asymmetrical hem naturally drew the eye. Blessed with good genes, my long legs were one of my best features, and I displayed them often when I was prowling casinos. But the baby-faced valet was not my intended target audience.

I offered him a crisp twenty for his trouble and left him standing there slack-jawed as I walked away. My black Louis Vuitton pumps clapped over the cobblestone as another patron rushed to open the door for me, despite the fact there was a dedicated employee to do just that. He winked at me, and I dipped my head in appreciation as I ducked inside.

As I sucked in a lungful of recycled casino air, my pulse thrummed with nervous energy. My body always came alive before a con. Though it had been born out of necessity, the adrenaline rush that followed every job was a stark reminder I still lived and breathed. I wasn’t just an empty bag of bones, tainted by the tragedy rotting me from the inside out.

“B!” A wispy frame darted out in front of me, the familiar face greeting me with a mischievous smile.

I halted and inventoried Trouble’s raggedy appearance. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m bored.” She shrugged. “I used that tracking thing on my phone to see where you were. I had a feeling it would be the Venetian today.”

Despite the constant pressure churning in my mind, a smile tugged at my lips. Trouble often cited the dangers of my cons as justification for her clingy behavior. I acted like it was an annoyance, but secretly, it was a relief someone else was looking out for me.

Many months ago, on a particularly slow night, I found the homeless girl wandering aimlessly through the casino. She was a hot mess. Too thin. Hair in desperate need of a brush. Her clothes were at least two sizes too big, and her face was smudged with dirt. She’d stopped me in my tracks. I thought she looked familiar, but in retrospect, I knew it was simply that she felt familiar. In another time and place, that lost girl was me—when life was harder, and I didn’t have a closet full of pretty things. I didn’t know her, but I felt protective of her. She ate like a Viking at a medieval banquet when I treated her to a meal, and my conscience couldn’t let it rest. I secured her a hotel room for the night, and the next day, I brought her clothes from the closet I shared with my sister. Pretty soon, I had her set up in a studio apartment with a cell phone and a refrigerator full of food. Now she followed me around like a puppy every chance she got, but I didn’t mind. She was the only real friend I’d ever had.

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Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)

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Lucian A life free from sin. For seventeen years, I have lived and breathed those words. But there is no balm to the war inside my soul. Until her. The mysterious beauty too lethal to taste. She’s a thief, a con, the essence of everything I loathe. Still, she lures me in with her lying eyes. In the dark of night, she came to confess her sins, and in the light of morning, I plotted to steal her away. She will be my ruination. My damnation. My biggest regret. So help me, God. **** Gypsy A word of advice? Don’t show me your vulnerabilities because I will find a way to exploit them. I learned the hard way to take what I want from life with no regrets. Until him. He’s one of the most hated men in America. A soulless criminal attorney. A recluse. And as of five minutes ago, my new husband. He wants to keep my secrets and collect my tears, but he should know that a wild animal can’t be domesticated. I don’t know how to love men. I only know how to leave them. With everything I want.
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“FORGIVE ME, FATHER, FOR I have sinned.”

The shadow on the other side of the metal grate moved, and the priest cleared his throat. “How long has it been since your last confession?”

I had a difficult time believing he didn’t know, but he always asked that same question.

“Three weeks, give or take.”

A moment of silence passed between us, and I wondered what he was thinking. I wasn’t well versed on the practices of the church, but from what little I knew, this circumstance we found ourselves in was out of the realm of normality for both of us. He was supposed to ask me questions, I was supposed to talk about my sins, and then I’d receive my punishment. But after my first visit here, that had never been the way it went down.

“Speak freely,” the voice on the other side of the wood instructed.

He was patient with me when I didn’t obey. As usual, I never knew where to begin.

“Why don’t you tell me what brought you here,” he suggested.

My fingers moved over the weathered wood bench beneath me. This building had always felt so vast. Too quiet and holy for the likes of me. But in this booth, I was safe. Anonymity granted me the freedom to confess to someone I couldn’t see.

“Have you ever wished that something was a dream?” I asked.

The reply was somber. “Every day of my life.”

The gravity of his statement sounded like a confession, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

“I just finished another job.” My hands wrung together in my lap. “Another con. It was a lot of money.”

The wood from his seat creaked, and I imagined him shifting, trying to process what kind of monster I really was. “How did that make you feel?”

“This isn’t about my feelings.”

“Then what it is it about?”

I closed my eyes, and the image came flooding back to me. My lungs burned. The landscape of my mouth turned to desert. I’d never said this part out loud before, but I needed to. Someone had to hear it.

“My sister suggested we get ice cream to celebrate. We always celebrate after a job.” I tried to will the nausea in my stomach away as I spoke. “I couldn’t even remember the last time we had ice cream together, though. She got bubblegum, her favorite. And it… it triggered something.”

“A memory?” the priest asked.

“The day I got home from juvie, I found her in the kitchen eating ice cream. I’d been gone for six months, and every day, I was sick with fear for her. She was so small. So helpless.”

I heard the priest swallow, and his voice was hoarse when he responded. “You thought it was your job to protect her?”

“It was,” I assured him. “She had nobody else. And when I walked into the kitchen that day, for a split second, she was so happy to see me that I thought everything was going to be okay. I thought he’d kept his word, and she was okay.”

“But she wasn’t?”

I looked at the floor, clutching my stomach as I recalled her eyes. For as long as I lived, I would never forget what I saw there.

“No,” I whispered. “I could see that something had changed.”

“What was it?”

“Her innocence,” I answered. “It was gone.”

“HERE.” I SHOVED A FAT wad of twenties into the cabbie’s palm. “That’s half. I’ll give you double that if you’re here when I come back. Twenty minutes tops.”

He glanced down at the stack of cash and shrugged. “No problem, lady.”

I checked my lipstick in the mirror and swung open the door. It was a chore getting out of the cab in my fluffy white dress, but I made it work.

Outside, New York City Hall was bustling with crowds rushing to their destinations, but they all paused to look at the woman scurrying down the sidewalk in a wedding dress and cowboy boots.

I waved like a princess and even blew a few kisses to a pair of little girls with stars in their eyes. No doubt they were dreaming about their own wedding someday. Hopefully, theirs would turn out better than this one.

A chivalrous stranger with dark eyes opened the door for me, and I thanked him while I rushed past, nearly colliding with my groom the moment I stepped inside.

“Graham,” I squeaked.

“Where have you been?” He glared. “You’re ten minutes late.”

I bit my tongue and smiled. This was the most charming he’d been in the past two weeks, and it only solidified my decision to play him like a fiddle.

“The bride is supposed to be late.” I offered him a wide smile. “It’s tradition.”

“Nothing about this wedding is traditional,” he muttered.

That wasn’t news to me. He couldn’t even spring for a cake or flowers, and he hadn’t invited a single family member to this shotgun wedding of ours. Yet he was deluded enough to believe I actually thought he loved me. The reality was that he was gunning for senator, and he needed to secure a wife for the upcoming political rallies. Family men were always more likable in the public eye.

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