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:
Broken…
I’m the girl who hides in the shadows where it’s safe and no one can touch me. I’ve spent the last six years trying to fade into the background, but one knock on my door changes everything. It’s time to pay on a promise I made the day my life was saved.
Lost…
It sounds simple enough. Go undercover at the Devil’s 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 aren’t so clear. Because they make me feel. And that’s something I haven’t done in a very long time.
Saved…
A rival club threatens everything Saint and his men have worked so hard to build and they won’t go down without a fight. So I’ll stand with the four men who saved me and, together, we’ll protect those around us. And at the end of the day they’ll see just how far I’ll 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
I’m standing in front of the dive bar, trying not to barf in front of everyone. What in the fuck was I thinking? There’s no way I can walk in there. They’ll see right through me.
A burly man bumps into me and asks, “You lost, sweetheart?”
Good lord, he’s got dark hair everywhere. It’s even poking out from his yellow shirt.
I shake my head. “No. I’m looking for Rabbit.”
I’ve repeated the line to myself at least a hundred times. Agent Hill said to make it believable – that I needed to see Rabbit. To not take no for an answer.
“Rabbit? Hell, he’s inside. Come on, I’ll show you.”
I follow him past a bouncer who doesn’t even look up as we pass. Smoke hangs thick in the air, and I cough, making the guy grin.
“This your first time here?”
I nod.
“What’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?”
I go with the lie I was told to tell.
“Rabbit owes me money.”
“Get in line, sweetheart.”
But he laughs, so I’ve said something right and feel a little more at ease. We finally reach a table where another man sits, drinking beer. There’s a rabbit tattooed on his bald head.
Wonder if that’s how he got the nickname?
“Rabbit, this gal’s looking for you. Says you owe her money.”
“I don’t owe anyone shit!” He looks at me, squinting. “Oli! Is that really you?”
Oli?
I stutter out, “Yes.”
“Damn girl, it’s been too long.” He stands, hugging me. “Thanks for bringing her over, Grizzly.”
The guy’s 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 he’s gone, Rabbit looks me over. “Didn’t they tell you what to wear? This isn’t going to work.”
Agent Hill said to dress in tight fitting clothes that showed off my figure. But I’ve learned that sometimes less is more. Keep ‘em guessing.
I look down at my jean shorts and top. “It’s the tightest thing I own.” The lie rolls off my tongue.
“Follow me.”
He takes my hand, not really giving me a choice, and walks to a dark corner, right into the women’s 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, “Shit, I remember those days.”
Rabbit rolls his eyes and says to me, “Take off your shirt.”
I blanche. “I’d rather not.”
I might enjoy a bit of danger in my life, but I don’t know this man.
“Fuck, girl. I’m going to fix it for you, not stare at your titties.”
He pulls out a knife, and I wonder for the millionth time what in the heck I’ve gotten myself in to. Agent Hill didn’t tell me much more, other than what he said at Panera Bread. When I asked what he meant about me being someone’s type, he became cryptic. I’ve known a few shady people in my past and I know when someone’s lying to me. And he lied when he said it didn’t mean anything.
With a sigh, I tug my shirt over my head. I’ve made my deal with Agent Hill. Heck, I’ve 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 week’s worth of my wages. It might not have been tight, but it was brand name!
“Take off your bra.”
“No way.”
“Girl, this isn’t going to work if you don’t fit in.” He hands me my shirt. “Here. Put this on, but then toss the bra.”
It’s 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.
“Now your shorts.”
I scowl, but pull off my shorts, handing them to him. He shreds them with his knife before tossing them at me.
“Let’s go.”
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.
She’s bold. I’m not.
She’s fearless. I’m a coward.
She’s not broken. I am.
We go back to the bar, where it’s grown louder, if that’s even possible. People dance and grind against each other, and laughter fills the air. It doesn’t put me at ease, though. If anything, it makes my pulse pound harder in my neck. I don’t like not being in control. And I have no control here.
“I’m going to introduce you to one of Razor’s guys and then you’re on your own.”
Razor? What kind of name is that?
I must have voiced my thought because Rabbit grins, “You’ll see soon enough, if you’re lucky. He’s not the top dog, but he’s close.”
He takes me by the hand, pulling me close to his body as we walk. I don’t 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, I’m 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. There’s 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. There’s a group of men sitting in lawn chairs, talking and laughing with each other.
Rabbit calls out, “What’s up, my brothers?”
I don’t miss the eye roll one of the guys gives Rabbit before replying, “Didn’t we tell you to stay away?”
Rabbit holds my arm up, making me do a little spin. “Brought a friend this time. Thought Razor might like to meet her.”
The guy eyes me. “Oh yeah? Come here, honey. Let’s have a look.”
I glance at Rabbit, unsure as to what I’m supposed to do. Rabbit shakes my hold on his hand and pushes me forward.
“Do a slow spin.”
Gulping air, I do as Rabbit says and the guys whistle.
“Yeah, he’ll love her.”
Rabbit asks, “Is he coming out tonight?”
The guy’s eyes narrow. “None of your business.” To me, he asks, “Got a number?”
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. It’s even prepaid on data for the next three months, so I was able to download apps my old phone wouldn’t support. It’s been fun playing with it. But, I’m not stupid. He gave me the phone so he can track me and who I’m talking to.
The guy grins. “I’ll make sure Razor’s in contact. Wear something like this when you meet up with him. He’ll like that.”
I feel like I’ve been dismissed, so I go back to Rabbit’s side.
Rabbit looks pissed. “That’s it? I’m not going to get an invite?”
The man stands. “No. You’re not. Because we don’t trust you after you ran your mouth last time. Keep doing us favors and maybe we’ll invite you. One day.”
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.
“You want one?”
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I don’t drink.”
He sighs. “Fuck. I don’t know what it’s going to take for them to trust me.”
I want to point out that maybe they’re right to not trust him. I mean, he’s working with the FBI, just like me. We’re both moles, looking for information.
“What are you trying to get invited to?”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“You really don’t know?”
I shake my head, and he lets out a loud laugh.
“You’re working with the agency and don’t know what you’ve signed up for? Fuck, this is priceless.”
“You probably shouldn’t say that so loud,” I say, glancing around to make sure no one’s listening.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to be picked for this, but you should end this before it begins. You look like a nice girl. They’re going to eat you up and spit you out.”
“Who?”
“The Devil’s Regents.” At my blank look, he lets out another laugh. “Fuck me. Girl, you should run. If they call you, don’t answer.”
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. “I’ll give it to them. They sure knew what they were doing when they picked you. He won’t be able to resist. None of them will.”
I have no idea what he means, but I don’t get a good feeling about this.
My mouth is dry and I ask, “What do I do now?”
“Look, girl, I’ve made the connection with you and Razor. The rest is up to you.” He glances at his naked wrist, where a watch should be. “Better get out there. Offers like this don’t come around very often. Trust me, I know.”
He gives me a little push toward the exit. I’m not sure if I want to do this. What if I’m 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 I’m 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 is… massive. There’s no other way to describe him. His muscular, tattooed arms grip the handlebars of the bike, and he looks me up and down.
“You the present?”
I nod once and he grins, making my stomach do something strange. I wonder if everything on him is as big and bold.
“Are you Razor?”
He doesn’t answer, but says, “Get on, babe. We’re wasting time.”
I’ve never been on a motorcycle, so it’s awkward as hell when I get on. So awkward, in fact, that some of the other guys laugh at me. Razor’s 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 I’m prepared, and I grab onto his shirt, holding on for dear life. We’re traveling so fast that I feel sick. When he takes a turn, I let out a small scream.
“Lean into the turns, babe,” 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 we’ve 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. “Might want to pull your shirt down a bit before we go inside. I’m enjoying the show, but not sure you want everyone to see it for free.”
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, “You sure you want to do this? You don’t seem like the type.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Well, follow me, little girl. Let me introduce you to some people who can make all your little dreams come true.”
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 she’d 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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