Spider (Hades Abyss MC)
Harley Wylde
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Release Date: June 14, 2019
ABOUT THE
BOOK:
Luciana
-- All I’ve known is pain and suffering at the hands of men -- even from my
father, a man who was supposed to love and protect me. I’ve survived, nothing
less and nothing more. When I’m dropped off with a club of bikers, I figure
it’s more of the same. I’ll do as I’m told, make sure I please them, and hope
one day I’ll find a way to escape. There is only one thing that could ever
break me, and I’m scared of what will happen when the club learns my secret.
Will they return me to my father? Or will I be used to broker yet another deal?
It
never occurred to me the President of Hades Abyss would be my salvation, or
that I would fall in love with him. I never knew men could be honorable and
kind. He’s all gruff and domineering, but under that rough exterior I can see
the heart of gold he tries to hide.
Spider
-- Assassin Casper VanHorne, Picasso of wet work and pain in my ass, has asked
my club to take in two Colombian princesses. Well, he didn’t use the term princesses,
but I have no doubt they’ll be spoiled little bitches. The first time I see
Luciana and her sister, I think I’ve got them pegged just right -- until I look
in Luciana’s eyes and see the fear she’s trying to hide. Something isn’t right.
I know it deep in my gut.
I
never once thought a woman nearly forty years younger than me could ever
captivate me, but the more I get to know her, the more Luciana holds me
spellbound. I didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want a woman in my life… but
sometimes the Fates know better than a mere mortal man, and Luciana is exactly
what I need. When her father demands her return, I vow to keep her safe. No
fucking way I’ll let the sick bastards who hurt her get their hands on her
again. Now that she’s mine, I’ll march into hell if need be in order to keep
her by my side.
PURCHASE
LINKS:
Amazon (universal): http://getbook.at/SpiderHadesAbyssMC
Changeling Press (Get
it June 7th): https://www.changelingpress.com/spider-hades-abyss-mc-1-b-2881
EXCERPT:
I made my way
inside and went straight to the kitchen. I shook my head as I looked at the
damn fancy coffeemaker Laken had insisted on giving me this past Christmas. It
had taken me weeks to figure the fucking thing out. If I hadn’t been worried
about hurting her feelings, I’d have stashed it and just used my simple one
with an on/off switch. Who needed all the bells and whistles on a coffeemaker?
AlthoughI had to admit being able to set a timer was nice when I had a set
schedule in the morning. I liked walking downstairs to a fresh pot of coffee.
I brewed a pot,
then sat at the table to enjoy it. I had a feeling I might need something a lot
stronger if I was going to tackle the issue of Luciana and Violeta. Had the
third girl arrived at the Dixie Reapers’ compound yet? I wondered what Torch
thought of all this. I could call and ask, or I could wait for Luciana and ask
her myself what the fuck was going on. As fearful as Violeta seemed, and given
her odd comment, it made me think things were about to go sideways with this
deal.
I finished my
cup and poured another. As I reclaimed my seat, Luciana came downstairs, her
tread soft on the staircase. She froze in the kitchen doorway when she saw me.
I waited, wondering if she’d run the other way or be brave enough to come
closer. I had my answer a moment later when she came farther into the room and
looked at the coffeepot with longing.
“You can have a
cup. They’re in the cupboard over the coffeemaker. I don’t keep creamer, but
there’s regular sugar in the canister on the counter and some milk in the
fridge.”
She wordlessly
walked to the coffeepot and got down a mug. She filled it, then opened the
fridge and pulled out the milk, staring at it a moment. Her questioning gaze
met mine. Had the kid never seen milk before? Or maybe it was the fact I had to
use the watered-down shit.
“I’m an old man,
darlin’. I can’t stomach whole milk anymore. Even the two percent is too rough,
so I only stock one percent. If you’ll give me a list of things you need, I’ll
have someone pick up a few groceries.”
She added the
milk to her coffee and put the carton back in the fridge. After looking around
the kitchen with confusion etched on her face, I pointed to the drawer next to
the stove. She walked over and slid it open, pulling out a spoon. Luciana sat
next to me and stirred her coffee.
“Guess it’s a
little stressful and weird to leave your home and go somewhere new,” I said.
She just stared
at her cup and didn’t say anything, but I noticed her lower lip trembled a bit.
“Your dad
probably has a big mansion in Colombia. I know this place isn’t a palace, but
hopefully you’ll be comfortable.”
I honestly
hadn’t given a shit. Until now. The more I watched her, the more certain I
became things weren’t as they seemed. That fucker! Casper hadn’t made a deal
with Gomez for his own merit. He’d been trying to get these girls out of
Colombia. I just didn’t know why, but I would. And soon. If shit was heading my
way, I wanted to be ready.
Luciana sipped
her at her coffee and still didn’t say a word. I noticed her body was tense,
and her hand shook a little. The girl was scared. Was it because of being
somewhere new? Leaving her only home? Or was it something else, something that
would likely piss me the fuck off? I shouldn’t have offered to keep her here.
Anyone else would have been a better option. Hell, the girls could have shared
a room at Rocket’s place, or Luciana could have stayed with Shooter or Knox.
Both were a fucking lot younger than me. Maybe she worried I’d try to take
advantage? She’d likely be disgusted if I made a move on her, not that I
planned on it.
“Luciana, I
don’t know what you think of me, and I honestly don’t give a shit. But I can
assure you that I don’t take unwilling women, so if you’re worried I’ll force
myself on you while you’re here, you’d be wrong.”
She audibly
swallowed, and the coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug and onto the table.
“You won’t have
to force me. I know my place and what’s expected of me.”
What. The.
Absolute. Fuck.
“Come again?” I
asked.
She finally met
my gaze and held it for longer than a few seconds. “I’ll do as you ask. Do you
want me here?”
She stood and
started to unfasten her pants, and it felt like my heart was about to stop. A
picture was forming in my mind, and it wasn’t pretty. I reached and placed my
hand over hers, halting her movement. Not fast enough that she hadn’t already
started to shove her pants down her legs, and not before I saw the marks.
With a growl, I
stood fast enough my chair fell over. Fury filled me as I stared at her lower
belly, right above the delicate lace trim on her panties. Slowly, I reached for
her and lifted the hem of her shirt a little. Enough to see not only more
marks, but to notice there was a slight roundness that was too firm to be fat.
I worked her jeans down her thighs and took in the roadmap of pain that was
etched into her skin.
© Harley Wylde, 2019
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
When Harley is
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.
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