Author: A.C. Bextor
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2015
Cover Design: Rebel Edit & Design
Cover Model: Tommy Barresi
Photography: Kruse Images & Photography
Synopsis
Dirty.
Imprisoned
in a small room within the walls of the Satan's Creed Motorcycle Club
compound, Casey Richards struggles to survive the only life she was
raised to know. Her mother, a club whore, and her father, an unknown
outlaw she’s never met, Casey’s fate is all but sealed in the
eyes of the club.
Foul.
Unclean. Undesirable.
Trapped
in a loveless marriage, and with no children of her own, Emma Carsen
is the only living soul willing to fight for her niece, Casey. She’s
all but given up on saving her until the one man she’s longed to
see again unexpectedly finds his way back to town and into her life.
Sordid.
Vile. Unscrupulous.
Max
Taylor, former-biker of a disbanded MC, has been holding onto reasons
to avoid coming back to the small town he grew up in. The same ghosts
that drove him away eventually force Max to find his way back. Now
that he's home, he may be Casey’s only chance for freedom.
Filthy.
Hateful. Impure.
In
order to get to Casey, Max must find a way to infiltrate the MC.
Setting up a meet with Hoss, Satan's Creed’s President who’s
known for his depravity as much as his double-crossing ways, it’s
made clear that forming an alliance is going to be more of a
challenge than he expected. Now he must prove his loyalty to the club
and in doing so, he’s forced to get his hands…
DIRTY.
Excerpt
Her
eyes stay trained on mine. An unreadable expression would be easier
to accept. Instead, her face falls with sadness and despair. I don’t
know her, but what I see in the depths of her eyes is an obvious sign
of a life of loneliness and neglect.
She’s
definitely the girl in the picture, though. I’m certain. Her dark
eyes can’t be mistaken for any other child’s. The almond shapes
of them are as defined now as they were back then.
Smiling
gently, I tell her, “If you don’t give me a name, I’m goin’
to have to keep callin’ you ‘monkey’. You gonna let me do
that?”
A
shy smile crosses her lips, and I hear a heavy breath in relief. She
still doesn’t answer.
“All
right,” I sigh as I stand. My hand reaches out to the top of her
head and I move to lay my palm on top of it, which she may allow but
Cilas does not.
I
feel his fingers dig in to my arm and Casey’s body jerks in place
as she watches with wide eyes. Lifting my hands in surrender, I
placate Cilas without words and take a step back from a now-terrified
little girl.
“Maybe
you’ll tell me next time,” I supply and watch her visibly relax.
About The Author
AC Bextor lives in a small town in the Midwest. When she's not writing she can be found reading or watching her favorite sports teams. She enjoys spending time outside fishing, swimming, or camping.
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