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(Devil’s Fury MC) by Harley Wylde
All I’ve ever known is pain. My life has been far from a fairy tale. No
parents. No friends. Just an endless nightmare that I can’t wake from. Until
the day a man offered me his hand and promised to keep me safe. I’ve never
trusted anyone before, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s insane, but
I know he won’t hurt me, and when he puts his arms around me, for the first
time in my life I feel loved.
I’ve always had a soft spot for women and kids in trouble. One look at Meiling,
and I knew I had to protect her at any cost. The beautiful girl with the
wounded soul. After all she’s suffered, all I want is to make her smile, make
her feel secure, and give her a chance to find happiness. But first, I need to
take out the men and women responsible for hurting her. It might get ugly, and
messy, but they don’t call me Dingo for nothing. I’m a crazy bastard, and I
won’t stop until she’s safe. I just didn’t count on falling for her along the
Publishers warning: Meiling’s past isn’t
pretty. Dingo and Meiling’s story deals with issues of human trafficking,
bureaucratic corruption, and vigilante justice. This book contains darker
themes that may trigger some readers.
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Copyright ©2020 Harley Wylde
compound for the bikers wasn’t too terribly far from the Ruby Slipper, but
walking in four-inch heels made it feel like I’d hiked for miles by the time I
reached the gates. I had my large bag slung over my shoulder that had
everything I owned, which wasn’t much, and I fully expected the jackass at the
gate to dig through it. He eyed it a moment, then raked me over with his gaze
from head to toe.
“You here to
party?” he asked.
I winked and
gave him a sexy smirk. “You know it.”
chuckled and waved me through. I sashayed through the gates and up to the
clubhouse. Music was pounding so loud I could hear it clearly through the
closed door and windows. When I pushed my way inside, the thick smoke clinging
to the air made my eyes sting as I squinted and tried to take it all in.
and jerked my head to the right, my jaw dropping as Beau came toward me,
shoving his way through the crowd from the bar.
hell are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a little harsh as he glanced
like that, the heart I’d thought I didn’t have anymore broke in two. Of course.
Me being here would embarrass him. If I’d known Beau was part of the Devil’s
Fury, I’d have kept my distance. The fact I hadn’t seen him since he ran should
have spoken volumes. I didn’t blame him for not coming back for me. And I
didn’t blame him now for the frantic way he scanned the crowd, as if he were
afraid someone would link the two of us together.
Beau. I didn’t know you were part of the Devil’s Fury. I wouldn’t have come
if…” I swallowed hard.
forward, and a large man leered down at me. “Prospect, you know the rules.
Patched members get the pussy first. Go tend the bar.”
vest he wore said Scorpion on it. I assumed that was his name.
He wasn’t bad-looking, not that looks had ever mattered to me. But this was
Beau’s territory, and I needed to leave. Looked like I’d be sleeping in my
usual spot after all.
“I was just
leaving,” I said.
asked Scorpion. “Because it looked to me like you just arrived. And, honey, I
have plans for you.”
know that…” I glanced at Beau. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were
flashing. Yeah. I needed to leave. Seeing me would be a painful reminder to him.
Thankfully, he’d never know what happened after he left. It was a secret I
intended to take to my grave.
another word, I turned and walked out. I knew he wouldn’t follow, wouldn’t stop
me. I didn’t know about the other guy, but he probably didn’t want some woman
he had to chase down. I hurried through the gate and back onto the street, then
made my way to the bridge on the outskirts of town. The laughter and crude
jokes reached my ears long before the men came into view. I stopped,
hesitating. I could still go down there, curl up and rest for a bit… for a
“I was consumed by this book from
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“This is a heartbreaking,
sad, raw, and captivating story.” – DreaFernandez, BookBub
“Wow this book was....wow. I can't find the words. It was
beautiful and touching and painful and incredible...” – Sara, Goodreads
“This tale had a lot of twists and turns and was just
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ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE
is the International Bestselling Author of the Dixie Reapers MC, Devil’s
Boneyard MC, and Hades Abyss MC series.
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.
Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband,
drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and
devours a book a day, sometimes more. She’s also fond of TV shows and movies
from the 1980’s, as well as paranormal shows from the 1990’s to today, even
though she’d much rather be reading or writing.
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