Excerpt
“You gotta let go now, Princess. I gotta hand you over.”
Her panicked gaze meets mine. “He’ll shoot you.”
“No, he won’t.”
“Yes, he will.”
I smile down at her. “What are we just gonna stand here
forever, you in my arms, your dad holding a gun to my head? If he shoots me, he
shoots me. Ain’t nothing I can do about that, Princess. At least I’ll know I
did one thing right.”
She takes a deep, shaky breath. “I’d be dead if it weren’t
for you.”
I nod, because it’s true. If Slayer hadn’t come at a deal,
Prez would’ve eventually killed her, and he’d have tortured her some more
first. “Promise me somethin’?”
“What?”
“Get on your feet and then get the hell outta here. Prez
will come looking for you again. He’s not a guy who likes to lose. Take as much
money as you can, and get the fuck away from this life, otherwise you’re gonna
wind up filling a body bag way too young.”
Lauren is wrenched away from me then. She screams as the
Italian carts her off toward the clubhouse, flailing and slapping at him
despite her injuries.
“Daniel!” she screams, reaching out toward me as he struggles
to get her inside. Without thinking I take a step forward, but I’m attacked
from behind. My knees go out from under me and I’m shoved face-first into the
ground. Some heavy motherfucker sits down on my back. I buck, trying to unseat
him, but I’m whacked in the back of the head until I stop.
“Well, isn’t that fuckin’ touching? The Angel scum, in
love with my daughter? Didn’t I warn you away from her once before?” Slayer
asks, circling me like a predator circles prey. The biker using me for a chair
shoves his gun against the back of my skull.
“Yeah, I did,” Slayer continues, and he motions for the
guy on top of me to force me to stand. I’m dragged up by the hair and presented
to Slayer. “At the rally, where she fuckin’ went missin’!” His red, blotchy
face almost touches mine. He’s so close I can see the blood vessels snaking out
from the corners of his eyes. He’s
fucking high. His daughter’s been locked up, raped, beaten, treated like a
fuckin’ animal over some shit that she shouldn’t even have to know about, and
the arsehole’s gettin’ high as a fuckin’ kite instead of findin’ her? He makes
me sick. He’s everything I hate about the life. And he’s more than likely
exactly where I’ll end up, because this is what we are—this is what livin’ in
the club gets you: bitterness, enemies, and a shit-tonne of bad blood.
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BOOK TRAILER
SYNOPSIS
When I was ten, my father indoctrinated me into the family.
A brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected me to my own family.
A band of brothers, where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.
When I was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.
I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.
My name is Daniel Johnson. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.
And I’ll betray her too.
This is my story—if you’re screwed up enough to want to read it.
Warning: Kick contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations of a taboo nature. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.
A brotherhood who would fight, protect, and give their lives for one another. A club whose ties ran thicker than blood, murkier than the dirt and grime that tainted my soul. Stronger than the bonds that connected me to my own family.
A band of brothers, where loyalty was kept and paid in a currency of blood.
When I was twenty-seven, I betrayed that brotherhood.
I’ve spent every day since running, avoiding paying back that debt.
My name is Daniel Johnson. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved.
And I’ll betray her too.
This is my story—if you’re screwed up enough to want to read it.
Warning: Kick contains graphic violence, profanity, drug use, and explicit sexual situations of a taboo nature. Intended for an 18+ audience only. Not intended for pussies.
Excerpt
I take a deep shuddering breath, close my eyes and stretch
my hand towards him. His touch is gentle this time, far more gentle than I’d
ever thought someone with so much uncontained violence to him could be.
“Spread your fingers,” he commands. I do, and he lifts the
roll of tape, presses the edge to my skin and begins winding it over my
knuckles. I close my eyes. The strident sound of it stretching out from the
roll makes me want to flee. It makes me want to run as far from his touch—from
any man’s touch—as I can possibly get.
The feel of the tape against my flesh, binding, holding,
is so much worse. I tug on my hand, but he won’t let go. My heartrate
skyrockets, and sweat beads erupt over my brow and upper lip. I’m in that room
again, struggling, screaming, trying to fight them off, and failing.
Biker knows it,
too. His dark eyes challenge, they dare me to run, but they also implore me to
stay. It’s ironic that the only thing keeping me here, keeping me grounded, is
the man who abducted me.
He holds my gaze. I don’t know exactly what is hidden in
his dark blue one, but it suffocates the panic within me, douses it like water
flooding flames. He bends his head to my hand. Taking the paper tape in his
mouth, he rips it with his teeth.
I still. I soften. His gaze doesn’t leave mine, not even
once. Not even when he starts in on my wrist, gently biting through each piece
of tape before pressing it down with his rough hands. I’m mesmerised by his
mouth, the piercing, and the soft, full lips. The light catches a silver chain
around his neck, something I’ve never noticed before—but then I try not to make
a habit of staring too closely at him. Not now, though. Now I watch every
twitch, every blink, every intake of breath, and every inch that is swallowed
up by his mouth moving closer to my flesh.
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4 'Spitfire' stars
This is a brutal, raw and unrepentant MC book of all time. Created through a kut of monsters - betrayal, blood and revenge.
Daniel 'Kick' Johnson is a bastard. Born into the club life to a junkie whore and a club brother, Daniel grows up within the Club and is spitted out as Kick. Kick kills like he fucks. Raw, savagely and licks ever last sweetened drop - blood and ......
Going in search of a dentist who molested one of the club's Old Ladies. Kick encounters a scene more brutal than even he could imagine. A scene that turned him hot and gave him a massive boner. Kayla Kennedy has been missing for three weeks. Brutally raped and physically scarred. Emotionally destroyed by three devious, sadistic men. A Dentist. A Cop. A Priest.
"I've endured more pain than most can even conceive. I went through all of that and I'm still standing. I might be covered in bruises that are still healing, and I might be just as scared for what the future holds as I was in that warehouse, but they didn't break my spirit. My lungs still breathe, my head still processes thought, and my heart still beats. No, those men didn't break me- those men made me stronger."
"I love the broken ones because for a brief second, in the heat of the moment, I can truly forget how fucked up I truly am inside. I can forget about the darkness I crave, I can forget who I am and focus on someone else's pain, I am the king of shit, and my throne is built upon the bodies of all that I have destroyed, my crown is made up of her teeth and tears."
Kick went against his Prez and brothers to help Kayla. There was some intense need to protect her. To help her. Kayla fought him every step of the way. She screamed, clawed, scratched blood, kicked and cuffed. After such a brutal ordeal, she had all this inner strength that pushed her forward.
Kayla, renamed Indie because of the passion and FIGHT that Kick sees in her.
She wants revenge.
He wants redemption.
He sees his past in Indie and she may be his redemption. If he doesn't betray her to.
As Kick and Indie's path to revenge, survival and redemption entwine, Kick teaches Indie how to be strong, He gives her an outlet to rage against her anger and attackers, until she can exact her revenge.
It was refreshing to see separate individuals developed and also portrayed sadistically together. Both from different worlds and yet so much alike. I loved Kick's violent and dark nature. I want to sell a boob to get more in depth into his mind. Indie's got some serious iron balls for a woman tortured and raped repeated and sadistically. Her spitfire attitude is what lured Kick in and her strength continues to shine through.
Women are as strong as a brick shithouse and fragile as a flower.
*ARC provided by TRSOR Promotions on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!!
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