Bloody Biker

Devil's Crucifix MC, #2

Bloody Biker is book 2 of the Devil's Crucifix MC trilogy. Book 3, Atoned Biker, is available everywhere now!

I'm about to take her 'til I break her.

I always get what I want, and what I want is her.
She can try to fight it, but we both know she wants to be owned.
She wants to be held close and made to moan for hours.
And I'm coming to finish what I started.

ASH

A violent past poured blood onto my soul and burned hellfire in my heart.
I've been trying to get out for so long.
But now everything I care about is burning.

Dani has her whole life lying ahead of her.
And now one of my demons is threatening to strip it all away.

The thing is, I'm not exactly innocent in Dani's downfall.
My enemy may have lit the match.
But I'm going to throw gasoline on the fire.

Because Dani ventured too close to the inferno in my mind.
Even though she shouldn't want me.
Even though touching me is a risk few have survived.

A woman like her just can't stay away from my heat.

But I'm the only one who can keep her alive.
Here in this outlaw world, I rule by force.
Survival of the fittest is the name of the game.

And she fits perfectly on the back of my chopper.

I don't care that she didn't invite me into her life.
I'm here now.
And protecting her is all I give a d*mn about.

Better than she's kept safe by a monster than chained down by a devil.

DANI

Where there's smoke, there's fire.
Getting close enough to burn was never part of the plan.
But Ash took that choice away from me.

Ash. A man whose chiseled, tattooed body is matched only by his ruthlessness and loyalty.
A man who confuses, arouses, and frightens me.

I didn't ask for him to save me.
And just because I owe him my life, doesn't mean I plan on letting him collect his debt.

At least, that's what I told myself.
But Ash is coming to claim what's his – what's rightfully his.
And I'm about to discover what it's like to be owned.

Because the look in the biker's eyes says he's moments away from erupting.
I've got nowhere to run.
Nowhere to escape those rough hands claiming every curve.
Nowhere to hide from that gaze that strips me bare.
No way to shut out the words as he leans down and whispers in my ear…

"You belong to me."