Title:
Ravage Me (Ravage MC #1)
Author:
Ryan Michele
Release:
February 6, 2014
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Synopsis:
After spending the last two years stuck behind
bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s
time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge.
Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage
Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying to
settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are turned and
the woman who framed her is out for blood.
Lucky for Princess, growing up in a
MC has taught her how to hold her own.
After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.
When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life.
After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’ came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.
When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life.
Trying to meet the needs of the MC
business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and
lives are at stake.
Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?
*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*
Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?
*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*
Author
Bio:
Ryan
Michele’s a mom and wife who works full time. She lives in the Midwest and
enjoys being outside when the weather’s nice. She even helps out in the corn
field when it’s necessary.
Ryan
Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life after her
best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that series, her
entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was she sucked into new
worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put down on paper, she felt the
urge to begin to write down the characters that played inside of her head.
In
doing so, Safe was born.
Then Wanting
You and currently Ravage Me.
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Excerpt :
“Sugar, you just stirred up a shit storm.” The
southern drawl to his voice mixed with the smell of leather, cigarettes, and
radiating testosterone would have made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by
pressing a damn gun to my head.
“Low, don’t.” I ignored Casey just as I always
did. Quickly, I turned my body. As my arm reached back to knock the gun out of
his hand, I instantly froze. The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red
light flashing in my eyes. Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in front of
me. I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that is.
The man standing in front of me caught my breath
and short-circuited my senses. His broad shoulders were covered with a
skin-tight, black t-shirt and leather rag adorned with several patches that fit
him like a glove. His bulging arms were covered in tattoos from the wrist up.
They were flexed, one pointed the gun with precision, and the other was fisted
at his side. His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides, but longer on
the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it. His beard was cut
very short to his skin making my mouth water, wondering what it would feel like
between my thighs. His sapphire eyes narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly in
them, becoming entranced unable to speak.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Breaking from
this man’s stare, I focused on the familiar voice I’ve missed for too long.
Pops eyes swept the room quickly, and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger
in them instantly faded. “What the hell’s going on?” He eyed the man with the
gun pointed directly at my head and he clenched his hands into fists.
“Hey, Pops,” I said, turning my eyes back to the
beautiful specimen in front of me, wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid. If
I needed a bullet in my head, so be it. I wouldn’t shy away.
“You know this bitch?” the hot asshole in front of
me clipped, and my lip curled slowly. If he wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show
him how much of a bitch I could be.
“Put the damn gun down, Cruz,” Pops said jokingly.
The anger dripping off this man’s face in front of me told me he didn’t see
anything funny about this. He began to take a step closer. “Cruz. Stop!” Pops
barked loudly as the other guys started walking up behind him. Cruz instantly
stopped, but kept the gun on me. “Cruz, this is my daughter, Princess.”
“Shit. Are you fucking kidding me?” Cruz’s anger
was actually pretty funny, and I had to stifle the small laugh that wanted to
escape. I had too much respect to let it fly. But the shocked look on his face
was pretty priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass. I probably should have
told him that sooner, but what can I say … I was born a bitch.
“No, I’m not fucking kidding you. Get the fuck
away from her, and put the goddamn gun down.” Moving my head to Pops, I could
see he was fuming. Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and
the lines throughout it became more prominent along with the vein that ticked
with this heartbeat. It’s a look I always hated growing up, and it used to
scare the ever-loving shit out of me.
My eyes flicked back while Cruz took one more look
at me. “If you’re still pissed later, we can meet in the ring.” I smiled my
damnedest. I could see the smoke threatening to come out of his ears. Confusion
laced his eyes, but I wasn’t about to explain right now. I held out my hand to
Cruz, “Nice to meet ya. I’m Harlow.” He stared me down as if he was hoping he
could make me combust into a million pieces. Sorry Buddy, your super powers
won’t work. I’ve been here too long to let that get me.
He
tentatively lowered the gun, putting it behind his back, bringing his hand to
mine. My hand slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock raced through
my body, beginning at my connected hand and racing all the way through to my
feet setting my body on fire. “Cruz.”
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