HELL’S
KNIGHTS
Sex.
Who really knows sex? I mean, we've all had sex, great sex even but
when you get down to the details, how many of us actually see sex for
the raw, primal act that it is?
I
thought I knew sex. I've had sex. Heck, I've felt lust. Once, I've
even felt love. I thought I knew exactly what sex was.
Until
I met Cade.
He's
the meaning of sex.
He's
a biker.
He's
dangerous.
He's
powerful.
He's
dominant.
He
wants me.
My
world is about to change, for the better? I don't know. But here's my
story, I hope you're ready for it because it's not the beautiful,
heart wrenching story most people have to tell. It's passionate,
forbidden, morally incorrect and downright, fucking beautiful.
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He
leans closer, lifting his heavily ringed fingers to stroke my cheek
so lightly, I tremble.
“You’re
the kind of girl that makes a man want to stop what he’s doing,
just so he can get a moment to look at that angelic face – a face
that will keep him awake for the rest of his fuckin’ life. That’s
the kind of girl you are, sugar.”
I
swallow, feeling my body coming to life beneath his touch.
“I
think you’re wrong,” I breathe as he leans even closer.
“I’m
not wrong. I’ve seen a lot of people in my life, and I’ve been
with a lot of girls. None of them are as real as you. I’ll fuck
you, sugar. I’ll claim you because you’re the meaning of need.
You’re what I’ve been lookin’ for.”
Is
he serious? I tremble as he moves even closer, bringing his lips only
millimeters from mine. I swallow over and over, trying to think of
anything else but him. How could he possibly want me that much, after
a mere week and a bit? It’s not possible; he doesn’t know me. He
just wants something different, a challenge perhaps? I don’t know,
but I do know he’s completely wrong about me.
“I’m
not what anybody looks for. I’m not what they fight for. I’m not
what they breathe for. I’m not the girl you think I am.”
He
leans down, shocking me as he slides his lips over mine, gently at
first, then roughly when I begin to respond. I can’t help my hand,
as it lifts up to wrap around the chain on his jeans. I tug it,
bringing him closer. His boots crunch in the dirt as he takes a step
closer, pressing his body against mine. I open my mouth, allowing his
tongue to slide in and tangle with mine. His fingers travel up my
neck, over my cheek and then he thrusts them into my hair, tangling
it around them. The kiss is the kind of kiss that stops your breath,
the kind of kiss that stops everything. For a split second, all I can
feel is him. When he pulls back, I snake my tongue out and lick the
last of him off my bottom lip.
“You
might not think you’re worth fighting for, or breathing for, but
let me tell you, sugar – everyone deserves to be fought for, even
those who think they aren’t worth it.”
HEAVEN’S
SINNERS
Spike
knows tragedy, he knows that feelings are better left hidden. He
refuses to put his heart out there again, it's a pain he's not
willing to ever let himself feel. He's got a mission. He's got a
goal. Nothing is going to get in his way. He will seek his revenge.
But
then there's Ciara, the sister of his deceased wife. She's beautiful
and damned determined to throw herself into his life in hopes they
can reform an old friendship, but Spike won't hear of it, and Ciara
refuses to give up.
Who
will win the battle of wills?
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“I am proud of
myself,” I scream so loudly the entire bar goes silent. “I am
proud of everything I’ve done, and that includes him.” I jab a
finger at Spike. “He’s everything to me, and he was everything to
me before Cheyenne came along. If you want to hate me, go right
ahead. It’s not like I haven’t lived my entire life with the same
emotion being tossed at me on a daily basis. I am sorry Cheyenne is
gone, but it isn’t my fault. It was never my fault. She wanted
Spike, she pushed for him, and you can blame me as much as you want
for that, but she was a big girl and she made her own choices. I’ll
never be sorry for being with him now, because I love him. I’ve
loved him far longer than she did, and I’ll love him until I stop
breathing. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s disgusting, but it’s my
happiness and you know what?” I get to my feet, my legs shaking. “I
fucking deserve it!”
Then, with legs that
don’t want to move, I walk out of the bar. I get to the parking lot
before they catch up with me. My mother grips my arm and swings me
around, her face wild with emotion. Then suddenly, she lets me go.
Her eyes widen and she takes a few steps backwards. I turn slowly,
and see what she sees. Spike, Cade, Granger, Muff and about ten other
bikers are standing in a massive line, glaring at her. She stumbles
backwards, and clutches my father’s arm. Spike steps forward until
he’s in their faces.
“You ever lay a
mother fucking hand on her again, I’ll kill you,” he hisses at my
father, and then he turns to my mother. “And if you ever call her
another trashy name, I’ll knock you the fuck out. I will only say
this once, so you fuckin’ listen and listen good. Cheyenne made her
fuckin’ choices, and her choice was me. She put herself in my life,
and she chose to stay there. Ain’t Ciara’s doing, and it wasn’t
my doing. I loved your daughter, I loved her with everything I knew
how to love with at the time, I took care of her, and then I fucked
up, and she’s gone because of me. I’m not sayin’ I’ll ever
forgive myself for that, ‘coz I won’t, but it can’t be undone.
As for her,” he points a finger at me. “She’s been my fuckin’
heart since the day I laid eyes on her. She’s been treated like a
fuckin’ dog by you two, and her sister, and she didn’t deserve
that. You have done wrong by her, and you fuckin’ know it. You will
never admit it though, because you’re too fuckin’ selfish. You
can call me every name under the sun, you can disown her and treat
her like a dog, and you can think whatever you want about the
situation, but the reality is that I fuckin’ love Ciara, and I’ve
loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her. Don’t mean I didn’t
love Cheyenne, ‘coz I fuckin’ did, it just means I probably
didn’t love her as much as she deserved, and she did fuckin’
deserve it. The truth of the matter is that my heart has, and always
will, belong to Ciara and there ain’t no fuckin’ way I’m livin’
another second without her, because of shit that went on in the
past.”
{about the author}
Bella
Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in
Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state.
She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass
amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is
her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the
courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights will be
released in August 2013.
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I love motorcycle club books! I never read many and the main way I fell in love with those bad boy bikers was by watching Sons of Anarchy. But lately I've noticed a big boom in books. So I was in heaven. :)
This is an amazing series of books. I can't wait for book #3 Knight's Sinner. In the first book you are introduced to a lot of characters that you will learn more about in other books. I love the way you are shown the relationships between characters and you get the feeling you know them personally. Everything is so realistic feeling and very intense. Lots of emotion. You'll giggle. You'll cry and you will swoon over these bikers.
A wonderful series of books! Beautifully done!!
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