Blurb:
Loneliness suffocates the heart.
Acceptance breaks down walls.
As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken
Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for
relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual
encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he
sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she
tries to run.
Having been left to raise her
teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for
anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the
only girl he couldn't have, and then lose her so shortly after, shaking him to
his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to
break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a
bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when
he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.
The violence and turmoil are at an
all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate
breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the
embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and
Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important
at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their
family together
and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new.
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Excerpt:
“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,”
Duke says with a smile on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes and sarcasm coats
every word.
“Quit being an asshole,” I snap, temporarily
forgetting who all’s in the room. Low level chuckles sound from around me,
egging me on. I place a hand on my hip and jut my chin out. The boys live for
this kind of drama in a way the chicks never have. And they have the nerve to
say we’re the nosy ones.
“You wanted me here, I’m here.”
“It’s about fucking time you do as you’re told,” he
says, standing from his seat. My muscles tense immediately as my temper snaps.
You’re kidding, right? You disappear for almost two
months and now you’re giving me shit when I did nothing wrong?”
“I’ve been here, Nicole,” he says in a deep rumble
as he takes several large steps towards me. He stops a few feet in front of me.
“I was gone for barely a week, that’s it.” Such bullshit. Just because I
haven’t stepped foot on Forsaken property doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s
going on with the club. Chel’s kept me updated. Despite the few overnight runs
he’s made to Nevada, Duke’s been here and I’ve been sitting at home like a
moron waiting for his ass. No more.
“And when you got back, where the hell have you been
since? You sure as hell haven’t been looking for me. How dare you come to my
job and start throwing your dick around like I owe you something after you
ignored me for almost two months!” My voice raises with every word to the point
that I’m screaming. I can feel myself unraveling at the seams. Every breath
comes out more ragged than the last and the heat from his body, so close and
muscular, isn’t helping any. His nearness is sending my hysteria in a whole new
direction.
We’re putting on a real show; entertaining most of
our audience, who responds with smiles and laughs. If I were anybody else, or
even if I was screaming at anybody else, they wouldn’t be laughing. Lost Girls
are the bottom of the totem pole around here and are not to be smarting off to
the club. I almost wish they’d punish me for this-- maybe even ban me-- but
they won’t. If they were going to do that, they wouldn’t be finding so much
amusement in my freak-out. I’m not that lucky. I’m just glad they’re getting a
kick out of this, because I’m sure not. The guys disappear all of the time and
it’s never pissed me off before because I was always just a Lost Girl and they
were the club, and that was cool. We had fun, but Duke claimed me. I played my
part and he hasn’t played his.
About the Author:
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in
the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides
her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines
that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is
a San Francisco Bay Area
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native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana
home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and
can't imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She
dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit,
and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and
everything has at least a splash of romance.
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