We are days away from the release of Taken – the second book in my MC biker romance series. I’m sure all of you are desperate to know how the end of Sinful turned out, I’m evil leaving y’all on a cliffhanger. Mwahahaha!
I’m really sorry, but Zeke made me (he really did!) 😉
But the wait is almost over.
TAKEN is already avilalbe for pre-order on Amazon here:
On September 1st it will also be available in Kindle Unlimited.
Keep reading below for the 1st chapter…
“If I lost you, I’d be broken. I’d be brutal and cold and I’d tear the world apart. Losing you would destroy me. I’d burn the whole world to get you back.”
Second installment of the smouldering, contemporary biker romance series.
Zeke Knight is unlike any man Grace Burton has ever met. The gorgeous MC President came into her life and turned it upside down. Her heart and body belong to him, but being in love with the leader of a motorcycle gang isn’t easy, and she is still trying to navigate her way through Zeke’s world.
Zeke never wanted to fall for the beautiful, feisty Grace. The hellion broke down his defences and worked her way into his heart. Life is perfect until someone decides to take what Zeke loves the most.
And he has to take the Knights of Hell to war her back…
Grace and Zeke’s story continues in:
Possession (book 3) – release date Nov 2020
Zeke Knight didn’t have an impulse control problem. He’d never had issues with holding the rage inside. His Pops had been the opposite. A hair trigger. Someone looked at him funny and the old man beat on them.
Growing up, Zeke saw the mayhem this caused. Although he’d inherited the old man’s temper, he controlled it better.
As his crew dragged Lachlan, the piece of shit that laid his hands on his woman, from the back of the van and walked him into a dense thatch of woodland, Zeke felt his control slip.
Deep, dark rage clouded his vision. The fucker put his hands on Grace. On his woman. He always had a problem with men that beat on women, but this asshole had touched Grace. Had backhanded her and made her bleed.
That couldn’t stand.
Lachlan stumbled as Tiny pushed him forward. “You’re all just a bunch of pussies! Can’t be men and take me on, one on one.” He spat at Tiny’s foot. “Pussies.”
“Says the man who slapped around two defenceless woman,” Jay sneered.
Zeke fingers twitched. Lachlan might be a weak ass piece of shit, but something deep inside, something primal and untamed, called for his blood. “Pussies, huh?”
He stripped off his cut, handing it to Jay before cracking his neck.
“Oh, so you are gonna fight me?” Lachlan raged, eyes bulging and spittle flying from his lips. He really was a psycho motherfucker. “Big, bad Mister President of your pathetic motorcycle gang.”
Lachlan laughed. “Don’t tell me Grace’s pussy is really worth it? No bitch’s pussy is. Especially not hers. Dumb cunt had me put away. She’s an uptight bitch. Bet her cunt is dry as the Sahara—“
The dam burst and Zeke’s rage erupted. His fist connected with Lachlan’s jaw. An audible crack filled the silence, followed by a spurt of blood from Lachlan’s broken nose. Darkness consumed him and he continued punching. His knuckles ached as the skin split, but he didn’t feel the pain. Didn’t feel anything except the rage and untamed desire to make the fucker pay for what he’d done to Grace.
He didn’t stop until the beast was quiet and Lachlan was dead.
With Rafe snoring softly on the couch and Kadence still out from her ordeal at Lachlan’s hands, Grace tweaked Zeke’s blinds for the millionth time. She heard the bikes before she saw them and her pulse spiked.
It seemed like a lifetime ago when she’d spied on her sexy next door neighbor. When all that mattered was getting a look at the hot guy across the road, and blood and vengeance were things she read about in books. She strode out onto the porch, pulling the door gently closed behind her as she waited for the president of the Knights of Hell.
Acid burned in her stomach. It rose to her throat along with a storm of questions whirring in her mind.
Was Gabe okay? Had they killed Lachlan? Could she live with herself knowing they’d killed for her?
Zeke took off his helmet, hanging it on the handlebars before throwing one leg over the metal frame and walking towards her. Dark intensity burned in his eyes, scorching her. He mounted the stairs, stopping two from the top so they stood eye-to-eye.
He cupped her face and said, “Lachlan won’t be bothering you, either of you, ever again.”
The storm of emotions she’d kept at bay broke. Grace collapsed into Zeke’s arms and unleashed a torrent of grief, pain, anger and guilt she’d stored up since she’d seen that animal attacking her sister.
Zeke stroked her hair as she sobbed. She fisted her hands in his patch and inhaled, letting the scent of him—leather, smoke, and masculine heat—calm her thundering heartbeat. She couldn’t stop crying.
“Watch Kadence. Any issues, come get me,” he said to Tiny.
He swept Grace up, strode into the house and mounted the stairs.
She didn’t have the strength to be embarrassed. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his neck. She’d always been the strong one. The sensible, rational one. The one people turn to in a crisis. It felt good to have some of the weight taken from her shoulders. To be able to give in to her emotions.
Zeke shouldered the responsibility, allowing her to break down.
He kicked his bedroom door closed and lay her down on the bed, covering her with the comforter.
She bolted upright, her pulse pounding in her throat. “Gabe?”
Zeke gently pushed her back down. “Is fine. He has a concussion. They are keeping him there overnight. Before you ask, they did a CAT scan. No bleeding. The overnight stay is just precaution.”
“Thank god.” She watched Zeke kick of his boots and strip off his patch. The aftershocks of her meltdown continued to rack her body. Despite the comforter, she shivered. Not even Zeke stripping could warm her. “Zeke, we need to talk.”
“Not now. Not tonight.” He got on the bed, climbed over her and settled himself against her back. He wrapped one arm across her stomach, gently pulling her closer until he spooned her, cocooning her with his warmth.
She relaxed into him. For the first time since she found Lachlan in her bathroom with his hands around her sister’s throat, she felt safe.
Tears fell in a silent stream as Zeke rubbed tender circles on her belly. “Ssshh, Grace,” he whispered, kissing her temple every few seconds. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Nothing is going to happen to you. Not while I’m here.”
She wouldn’t let Kadence see her like this—weak and broken. She needed to be strong for the emotional fallout.
But here and now, in the privacy of Zeke’s arms, she allowed herself to break and knew he’d be there to catch her.