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Blurb:
There’s nothing he won’t do
to keep those he loves safe.
It might have taken Charlie
“Scout” Dalton, the president of the Charon MC, over twenty years to see what
was right in front of him, but once he did, he didn’t waste a moment tying her
to him. Now happily married to the love of his life, Marie, they were expecting
a baby and had adopted little Ariel. His life was coming up roses.
Once ready to give up on
Scout, Marie was now living her dream. Married to the man she’s loved forever
and carrying his baby in her belly.
But nothing in life ever goes
to plan, and the birth of their baby is no exception. An unknown enemy comes to
Bridgewater and chaos ensues. In the aftermath, Scout finds his loyalty to
everything he holds dear tested. Will he be able to find a way to both save his
club and be there for his family?
Excerpt:
“So
help me, if you try to stop me from having my coffee… One cup. I get one damn
cup of coffee each day. Do not come between me and it.”
With
wide eyes, she put her palms up and backed away and guilt
rode me. Mercedes had first arrived in Bridgewater after she fled the cult
she’d been raised in. She didn’t handle making mistakes well, and always shut
down hard if someone got mad at her. Since settling down with Tiny she’d gotten
better, but she still had a long way to go. I reached out and rested a palm on
her arm.
“Mercedes,
I’m not mad at you, sugar. It’s just been a long eight months growing this boy
of mine, and I’m about done with Scout’s over-protectiveness.”
“How
about you go sit down and I’ll make it for you? I promise I won’t use the decaf
like Scout told me to.”
That
had me chuckling and I pulled her in for a hug, happy she was back to her
normal self.
“Sure
thing, sugar. It’ll be our secret.”
I
moved out from behind the machine and took a seat at an empty table facing the
kids, but not so close that they’d think I was hovering. Ariel didn’t do well
when she thought she was being watched. Poor love tried to do everything she
thought adults would want her to do, not realizing we just wanted her to be a
child and have fun with learning how to live her life free.
Apparently
Scout had the whole damn universe out to prevent me getting my caffeine this
morning, because before Mercedes could place the cup on the table in front of
me, the front door crashed open. Naturally, the noise made her jump and the cup
slipped, dropping to the floor and shattering. In reflex, I jumped up from my
seat to avoid the hot liquid and quickly found myself with a thick arm around
my throat. A chill ran down my spine and a wave of dizziness hit me when the
barrel of a gun pressed against the side of my belly.
“Don’t
move.”
Author Bio:
Khloe
Wren grew up in the Adelaide Hills before her parents moved the family to
country South Australia when she was a teen. A few years later, Khloe moved to
Melbourne which was where she got her first taste of big city living.
After
a few years living in the big city, she missed the fresh air and space of
country living so returned to rural South Australia. Khloe currently lives in
the Murraylands with her incredibly patient husband, two strong willed young
daughters, an energetic dog and two curious cats.
Khloe
started writing in 2012 after complications from major surgery left her unable
to do much other than read, and write for several months. She now has over
twenty published romantic suspense books under her belt.
While
Khloe doesn’t ride a bike herself, yet, she loves riding pillion behind her
husband on the rare occasion they get to go out without their daughters.
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