(Devil's Fury MC, #6)
Published by: Changeling Press
Publication date: September 11th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Farrah — I’ve spent my entire life at the Dixie Reapers MC compound — one of the perks of being the VP’s daughter. Except it’s suffocating. Leaving to start a life of my own was the only solution. I knew what it would mean if I went to the Devil’s Fury MC compound, even more so to flirt with their Sergeant-at-Arms. Getting involved would ruin the little bit of freedom I’ve found. Then I ended up in the man’s bed. Leave it to me to find trouble around every corner. My daddy is going to be so pissed, especially when I run from Demon, get snatched off the streets, and shoved into a trunk. I’m not winning at the adulting thing.
Demon — She was a one-night stand. Until the condom broke. Then I found out she’d lied to me. The hot little number in my bed wasn’t just any woman, she was the daughter of a Dixie Reaper. Maybe I shouldn’t have barked orders at her, or spanked her. Feisty little Farrah ran, pissing me off even more. When she disappeared and I realized trouble had found her, I knew I’d do whatever it took to make sure she was safe. Only after I had her back did I realize she was f**king perfect for me. Watching her handle the club wh*res was hot as hell, and she didn’t take sh*t off anyone.
I’ll make her mine — permanently.
WARNING: Demon’s book contains graphic violence and sex, bondage, spanking, bad language, and scenes that may be difficult for some readers. But it also has a heroic dog and a man who will move heaven and earth to protect the feisty, smart-mouthed woman he loves. There’s no cliffhanger and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
At eighteen, I knew I had a lot left to learn, but I’d never get to experience anything if I stayed. The Dixie Reapers were my family, and my daddy was their VP. I’d led a life most would envy, but I couldn’t sit back and watch the world pass me by another moment. The only kisses I’d had were with boys at school. My dad had never permitted me to go on dates, or do much of anything outside the compound unless he knew exactly where I was, and I knew he had a tracker on my phone and my truck. If I’d lied to him, he’d have known about it.
My eyes misted with tears as I stared at my childhood home. I saw my mom peeking through the curtains and gave her a little wave. I hoped she understood and could talk my daddy into letting me come home again soon. Not to stay, because I was ready to stand on my own two feet. But I wasn’t ready to walk out for good. The thought of never coming back here nearly gutted me.
I pulled out of the driveway and headed for the gates. It was bittersweet pulling through them. Once I hit the highway, I didn’t look back. I had no idea where I was going or what I’d do to put food on the table and keep a roof over my head, but I’d figure it out. I passed through the Florida panhandle, then drove into Georgia. I could have stopped by the Devil’s Boneyard and bought myself some time, but I knew Scratch would call my dad the second I showed up there. No, it was better to keep moving.
My neck and back started to ache as I crossed into Blackwood Falls. I knew the Devil’s Fury lived in the area, so if I got into trouble, they might help me. Stopping for a bit seemed like a good idea. I found a motel, got a room for a few nights, and decided to make a plan. I’d need money before too long, which meant finding a job. I dug around in my purse and pulled out a white envelope with my mom’s handwriting on the front. For an emergency.
Peeking inside, I saw a few hundreds. If daddy found out, he’d be pissed as hell, but I was grateful she’d looked out for me one last time. I got back in my truck and drove around town. There wasn’t a lot open this time of night so I pulled off in front of the diner. Some hot food would help. I was tired and starving, which made it more likely I’d make a rash decision I’d later regret.
A waitress waved at me. “Sit anywhere you want. I’ll be right there.”
I slid into a booth by the window and picked up a menu tucked behind the napkin dispenser. Once I’d decided on food, I set it aside and studied the town through the window. It was small, much like home had been, but at least it was a change of scenery.
“What can I get you?” the woman asked as she hurried over.
“The special, a sweet tea, and a job.” I smiled.
Harley is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers and Devil's Boneyard series.
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right place.
Harley Wylde is the "wilder" side of award-winning science fiction/paranormal romance author Jessica Coulter Smith. For fans of Gay Erotic Fantasy Romance, Harley/Jessica also writes as Dulce Dennison.
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