If you don't mind the reverse harem genre, this is one hell of a book for you. In this book Liv has a relationship with at least 3 different men at the same time, they know of each other and share her. The book isn't pure about sex but also tells a story about how everyone got there, their history and what is going on now. There is a lot of excitement troughout the book, it is a mixture of a love story and a detective novell. I you love a lot of bad ass hunks and motor bikes this is the book to read for you. I can't wait to read the next book in these series.
If you can't deal with books with cliffhangers and open endings, wait untill the series is complete because oh wow the end of this book gave me chills. And I hope Sarah Bale doesn't wait long to write the sequel.
Blurb:
Brokenβ¦
Iβm the girl who hides in the shadows where itβs safe and no one can touch me. Iβve spent the last six years trying to fade into the background, but one knock on my door changes everything. Itβs time to pay on a promise I made the day my life was saved.
Lostβ¦
It sounds simple enough. Go undercover at the Devilβs Regents MC and just listen. See if I hear anything worth mentioning to the Feds. But then I meet Saint and his three club officers and things arenβt so clear. Because they make me feel. And thatβs something I havenβt done in a very long time.
Savedβ¦
A rival club threatens everything Saint and his men have worked so hard to build and they wonβt go down without a fight. So Iβll stand with the four men who saved me and, together, weβll protect those around us. And at the end of the day theyβll see just how far Iβll go to keep them safe.
***This is a motorcycle club, reverse harem romance and contains situations that some readers may find offensive. Reader discretion is advised.***
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Excerpt #1
Iβm standing in front of the dive bar, trying not to barf in front of everyone. What in the fuck was I thinking? Thereβs no way I can walk in there. Theyβll see right through me.
A burly man bumps into me and asks, βYou lost, sweetheart?β
Good lord, heβs got dark hair everywhere. Itβs even poking out from his yellow shirt.
I shake my head. βNo. Iβm looking for Rabbit.β
Iβve repeated the line to myself at least a hundred times. Agent Hill said to make it believable β that I needed to see Rabbit. To not take no for an answer.
βRabbit? Hell, heβs inside. Come on, Iβll show you.β
I follow him past a bouncer who doesnβt even look up as we pass. Smoke hangs thick in the air, and I cough, making the guy grin.
βThis your first time here?β
I nod.
βWhatβs a good girl like you doing in a place like this?β
I go with the lie I was told to tell.
βRabbit owes me money.β
βGet in line, sweetheart.β
But he laughs, so Iβve said something right and feel a little more at ease. We finally reach a table where another man sits, drinking beer. Thereβs a rabbit tattooed on his bald head.
Wonder if thatβs how he got the nickname?
βRabbit, this galβs looking for you. Says you owe her money.β
βI donβt owe anyone shit!β He looks at me, squinting. βOli! Is that really you?β
Oli?
I stutter out, βYes.β
βDamn girl, itβs been too long.β He stands, hugging me. βThanks for bringing her over, Grizzly.β
The guyβs name is seriously Grizzly? As in grizzly bear? I bite back a laugh as Grizzly nods, leaving. What kind of world have I stumbled into?
When heβs gone, Rabbit looks me over. βDidnβt they tell you what to wear? This isnβt going to work.β
Agent Hill said to dress in tight fitting clothes that showed off my figure. But Iβve learned that sometimes less is more. Keep βem guessing.
I look down at my jean shorts and top. βItβs the tightest thing I own.β The lie rolls off my tongue.
βFollow me.β
He takes my hand, not really giving me a choice, and walks to a dark corner, right into the womenβs bathroom. None of the women blink an eye as he pulls me into a stall, slamming the door shut.
In fact, one woman snorts and says, βShit, I remember those days.β
Rabbit rolls his eyes and says to me, βTake off your shirt.β
I blanche. βIβd rather not.β
I might enjoy a bit of danger in my life, but I donβt know this man.
βFuck, girl. Iβm going to fix it for you, not stare at your titties.β
He pulls out a knife, and I wonder for the millionth time what in the heck Iβve gotten myself in to. Agent Hill didnβt tell me much more, other than what he said at Panera Bread. When I asked what he meant about me being someoneβs type, he became cryptic. Iβve known a few shady people in my past and I know when someoneβs lying to me. And he lied when he said it didnβt mean anything.
With a sigh, I tug my shirt over my head. Iβve made my deal with Agent Hill. Heck, Iβve even cashed the check he gave me for half the amount he promised. So now I have to hold up my end of the bargain. Rabbit takes my shirt from me before I can change my mind, cutting half of it off. I watch in horror as he ruins a shirt that cost more than a weekβs worth of my wages. It might not have been tight, but it was brand name!
βTake off your bra.β
βNo way.β
βGirl, this isnβt going to work if you donβt fit in.β He hands me my shirt. βHere. Put this on, but then toss the bra.β
Itβs better than nothing, so I put it on and unhook my bra, tugging it off without giving Rabbit a free show. I feel exposed, as the shirt barely covers the underside of my breasts now.
Rabbit eyes the bra, so I shove it into the trash can.
βNow your shorts.β
I scowl, but pull off my shorts, handing them to him. He shreds them with his knife before tossing them at me.
βLetβs go.β
I put them on and air caresses my ass cheeks. Awesome. We pass a mirror as we leave and I catch a glimpse of myself. The woman staring back at me is a stranger and I shiver, not knowing if I like what I see.
Sheβs bold. Iβm not.
Sheβs fearless. Iβm a coward.
Sheβs not broken. I am.
We go back to the bar, where itβs grown louder, if thatβs even possible. People dance and grind against each other, and laughter fills the air. It doesnβt put me at ease, though. If anything, it makes my pulse pound harder in my neck. I donβt like not being in control. And I have no control here.
βIβm going to introduce you to one of Razorβs guys and then youβre on your own.β
Razor? What kind of name is that?
I must have voiced my thought because Rabbit grins, βYouβll see soon enough, if youβre lucky. Heβs not the top dog, but heβs close.β
He takes me by the hand, pulling me close to his body as we walk. I donβt miss the heated looks I get from other men. If I were here on my own, I would flirt with the danger lurking in the shadows and see where it takes me. But, Iβm here as a spy, and I need to remember that.
Rabbit takes me out back where the vibe is different. People sit in lawn chairs, sipping beers. Thereβs a firepit and I want to get closer to it and feel its warmth.
Rabbit tugs me in a different direction, though, to a corner of the yard that seems dark. Too dark. Thereβs a group of men sitting in lawn chairs, talking and laughing with each other.
Rabbit calls out, βWhatβs up, my brothers?β
I donβt miss the eye roll one of the guys gives Rabbit before replying, βDidnβt we tell you to stay away?β
Rabbit holds my arm up, making me do a little spin. βBrought a friend this time. Thought Razor might like to meet her.β
The guy eyes me. βOh yeah? Come here, honey. Letβs have a look.β
I glance at Rabbit, unsure as to what Iβm supposed to do. Rabbit shakes my hold on his hand and pushes me forward.
βDo a slow spin.β
Gulping air, I do as Rabbit says and the guys whistle.
βYeah, heβll love her.β
Rabbit asks, βIs he coming out tonight?β
The guyβs eyes narrow. βNone of your business.β To me, he asks, βGot a number?β
I nod and stutter it out. My cell is another gift from Agent Hill. He said my old phone was outdated and gave me a burner phone to use. Itβs even prepaid on data for the next three months, so I was able to download apps my old phone wouldnβt support. Itβs been fun playing with it. But, Iβm not stupid. He gave me the phone so he can track me and who Iβm talking to.
The guy grins. βIβll make sure Razorβs in contact. Wear something like this when you meet up with him. Heβll like that.β
I feel like Iβve been dismissed, so I go back to Rabbitβs side.
Rabbit looks pissed. βThatβs it? Iβm not going to get an invite?β
The man stands. βNo. Youβre not. Because we donβt trust you after you ran your mouth last time. Keep doing us favors and maybe weβll invite you. One day.β
The other guys laugh, making me wonder if that is true. Rabbit sighs and walks away, so I follow him, not knowing what else to do. We get back to the table where I first found him, and he sits, taking a shot.
βYou want one?β
I shake my head. βNo, thanks. I donβt drink.β
He sighs. βFuck. I donβt know what itβs going to take for them to trust me.β
I want to point out that maybe theyβre right to not trust him. I mean, heβs working with the FBI, just like me. Weβre both moles, looking for information.
βWhat are you trying to get invited to?β
He looks at me like Iβve lost my mind.
βYou really donβt know?β
I shake my head, and he lets out a loud laugh.
βYouβre working with the agency and donβt know what youβve signed up for? Fuck, this is priceless.β
βYou probably shouldnβt say that so loud,β I say, glancing around to make sure no oneβs listening.
βI donβt know what youβve done to be picked for this, but you should end this before it begins. You look like a nice girl. Theyβre going to eat you up and spit you out.β
βWho?β
βThe Devilβs Regents.β At my blank look, he lets out another laugh. βFuck me. Girl, you should run. If they call you, donβt answer.β
My phone buzzes in my pocket at the same time. Pulling it out, I see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Razor will be out front in five.
My heart pounds and I show Rabbit the text.
He shakes his head. βIβll give it to them. They sure knew what they were doing when they picked you. He wonβt be able to resist. None of them will.β
I have no idea what he means, but I donβt get a good feeling about this.
My mouth is dry and I ask, βWhat do I do now?β
βLook, girl, Iβve made the connection with you and Razor. The rest is up to you.β He glances at his naked wrist, where a watch should be. βBetter get out there. Offers like this donβt come around very often. Trust me, I know.β
He gives me a little push toward the exit. Iβm not sure if I want to do this. What if Iβm about to walk into a nightmare, like my past? I barely survived it then, and I know how people can hide the monsters that live within. But my feet move on their own accord until Iβm outside. The temperature is cooler now, and I wrap my arms over my exposed stomach, shivering.
In the distance, the loud hum of several motorcycles fills the air. As they get closer, I can feel the rumbling my chest. It makes me want to run and excites me at the same time. The bikes pull up and one stops in front of me. The man on it isβ¦ massive. Thereβs no other way to describe him. His muscular, tattooed arms grip the handlebars of the bike, and he looks me up and down.
βYou the present?β
I nod once and he grins, making my stomach do something strange. I wonder if everything on him is as big and bold.
βAre you Razor?β
He doesnβt answer, but says, βGet on, babe. Weβre wasting time.β
Iβve never been on a motorcycle, so itβs awkward as hell when I get on. So awkward, in fact, that some of the other guys laugh at me. Razorβs so big that I find myself pressed against his back. I shiver at the contact and resist from rubbing against him.
He takes off before Iβm prepared, and I grab onto his shirt, holding on for dear life. Weβre traveling so fast that I feel sick. When he takes a turn, I let out a small scream.
βLean into the turns, babe,β he shouts over his shoulder.
Closing my eyes, I lean closer against his back, praying for this ride to be over. We travel for what feels like hours, until we come to a stop. Opening my eyes, I see weβve stopped at another bar. It seems to be busier than the last one, with at least fifty motorcycles parked in the gravel parking lot.
Razor waits for me to get off before standing.
His lips twitch as he looks at me. βMight want to pull your shirt down a bit before we go inside. Iβm enjoying the show, but not sure you want everyone to see it for free.β
Looking down, I realize that my newly cut shirt rode up during the drive and now my breasts are hanging out for anyone to see. I let out a cry and tug the shirt down. Razor watches me, a sexy grin on his face.
He asks, βYou sure you want to do this? You donβt seem like the type.β
I have no idea what heβs talking about, but I nod. βIβm sure.β
βWell, follow me, little girl. Let me introduce you to some people who can make all your little dreams come true.β
Author Bio:
Sarah Bale's family always knew she was destined to write romances when they saw the elaborate stories she created for her Barbie dolls. At fifteen she penned her first book, which will never see the light of day if she has any say. She is the author of over 35 books, with more on the way.
When Sarah isn't writing she enjoys spending time with her family and friends and also planning what sheβd do in a zombie apocalypse. She resides in Oklahoma and doesn't plan on leaving any time soon. You can find her at: www.sarahbale.com
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