Series: Devil's Fury MC
Publication date: November 13th, 2020
Published by: Changeling Press
Synopsis:
Shella -- The Devil's Fury are the only family I've ever truly had. My mom was a junkie. When she died, no one wanted me. Except Grizzly. I had a home, until things went horribly wrong. I went wild, pushed too many boundaries, and overstayed my welcome. So I ran and didn't look back. Trouble always seems to find me, so it's no surprise I ended up pregnant, alone, and scared out of my mind. Then Slash shows up. Out of all the Devil's Fury brothers to come for me, why did it have to be the one I've been crushing on since I was a teenager?
Slash -- Little Shella was always a pretty girl. Spoiled. Outspoken. A complete terror. Now that she's all grown up, she's stunning. I needed to keep my hands to myself, and maybe I would have if she hadn't been adamant not to disclose the name of her baby-daddy. Only way to protect her is to give her my name. Doesn't matter I'm old enough to be her father. When I find out her secrets, and the reason she'd behaved so badly, I know I'll do whatever it takes to make her feel safe... even if it means burying a few men. I already have blood on my hands. What's a little more?
WARNING: Slash's book contains graphic violence and sex, bad language, and scenes that may be difficult for some readers.
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Excerpt
I dropped to my knees at the edge of the stage, thighs spread, breasts thrust up and head tipped back. I arched and ran my hand down my torso. I felt the vibration and heard the thud at the same time. Jolting. I looked up and found a pair of denim-clad legs inches from my face. As my gaze lifted, I saw the bottom of a leather cut, a gray tee tucked into the jeans, but when I got to the patches everything in me went still. Fuck.
I jerked my gaze to his face and sucked in a breath. "Slash?"
It looked like him but it didn't. What had he done to his hair? It wasn't blue, purple, green, or any other wild color. The mohawk was gone too. He looked... normal. Or as normal as a biker could. He glowered down at me and I knew I was in big fucking trouble.
"Get the fuck up. Now," he said, his voice a low growl.
I got to my feet, my cheeks burning at the thought of him seeing me like this. How long had he been here? Why was he here?
The club's hired muscle rushed to the stage, but one look from Slash had both men stopping in their tracks. Couldn't blame them. The bouncers might be burly but they also didn't have a death wish. I had no doubt Slash could take them out with little effort, and it was clear they knew it.
"No one's allowed on stage," said Marcus, the younger of the two.
"I won't be on stage, just as soon as little Miss Sunshine here gets her ass backstage and covered up," Slash said. He leaned closer to me and dropped his voice. "Or I'll be spanking that ass."
I gave a yelp and rushed off the stage, knowing damn well he'd do it, and probably out there in front of everyone too. Of course, I might get more tips that way. Did I want to chance it? Nope. I raced to the dressing room with Slash right on my heels. He didn't seem to care about the naked women. Hell, I didn't think he even noticed them. He was laser-focused on me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Came for you," he said.
"Me? How did you even know where I was?"
"Took some time. Been trying to track you down for two months."
My stomach dropped. "Why? Is... Is something wrong with Dad? Lilian?"
"They're fine, which you'd know if you bothered to call them. Ever." He folded his arms. "First you have sex with men on a live show for money and now you're in this dump stripping? What the fuck, Shella?"
My stomach burned and my cheeks heated. I balled up my fists and fought hard not to take a swing at him. "What I do is none of your business, Slash. None! You don't fucking own me."
"Want to bet?"
I growled and swung anyway. He easily caught my fist, using it to yank me against him. I stumbled in my heels and crashed into his chest. Slash wrapped an arm around my waist and held on tight, no matter how much I squirmed. If he worried about the glitter now coating him, he didn't show it.
"Keep rubbing those tits all over me and see what happens," he said.
I went still, my heart racing. Slash had never spoken to me like that before. I looked up and noticed the heat burning in his eyes. Then again, he'd never looked at me like that before either. Don't poke the bear! If I mouthed off right now, what would he do? Spank me like he'd said? Something more?
I squeezed my thighs together. Shit. I was getting wet just thinking about Slash fucking me. On the upside, it wasn't like he could knock me up. I didn't think he'd find the humor in the situation, though.
Harley Wylde is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil's Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
When Harley's writing, her motto is the hotter the better -- off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right place. She doesn't shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what they deserve.
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