Lucky: The Irish MC (53 page)

More works from Heather West

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Crooks steal. Villains kill. Bad boys take what they want.
Sarah
“The only thing to fear is fear itself.”
Whoever said that has never met Blake.
He scares me from the moment he steps into my bar.
I can’t decide if he’s the man of my dreams or my worst nightmare.
I never imagined I’d land in his bed.
But it doesn’t take long before I’m begging to stay.
Until I find out he’s no better than the man from my past,
The one coercing me into a life of crime
That I’ll never escape.
I have to decide:
Is Blake truly a demon?
Or is it just that he’s hotter than hell?
Blake
I do three things well: fight, f**k, and leave.
And I always stick to what I’m good at.
When I see Sarah, I want her right away.
She’s a redhead, rowdy, and ripe for the taking.
At first, she protests when I make her mine.
But it doesn’t take long before “No” becomes “Oh!”
The only problem is, there’s a stalker lurking in her shadow.
A predator hunting her down.
She’s got a simple choice: Either fall into bed with a devil like me…
…or become prey to the monster who will destroy her.

I had only one way to survive – on my back.

Lucy
A girl's gotta get by,
and the only way to stay alive was by selling myself to the Hell's Disciples.
I told myself it was just a job,
that all the men were the same.
But when I was given to Mason for the night,
there was something different about him.
The tattoos covering his broad shoulders,
his intense eyes...
I was hooked.
There's only one problem:
If the Disciples find out their club girl has fallen for a rival,
neither of us will make it out alive.
Mason
I don't settle down. I f**k and move on.
When you're running drugs across the border,
the one thing you can't do is sit still.
That hooker I was given last week?
At first, she was nothing more than a peace offering.
But when my enemies say I can't have her,
there's only one thing I want to do:
own her completely.

Ashley
It isn't easy going home – not when HE'S there.
How couldn't I love him? His blond hair, tousled from his football helmet, the muscles rippling along his quarterback shoulders, the way he looks at me when we pass each other half-clothed in the hallway in the middle of the night...
His eyes, exposing me. Baring me. Stripping me down to nothing but skin and desire.
I've never wanted anything like I wanted him to cross the distance between us.
I can't act on this lust, can't say anything. It would destroy our family.
But I'm only human. And he's sleeping in the room next door...
Danny
I'm happy to see her, of course.
But it's hard to ignore the feeling she ignites in my chest.
Once upon a time, that used to be enough. But not anymore.
Now, when she looks at me and bites her lower lip, desire flashing through her eyes, I worry that I will lose control. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from doing what we both want – making her mine.
The problem is, she's mine already.
And she's sleeping in the room next door.

Sky

He seems to hate me but I have no idea why.
Or am I mistaking hate for something else?
If only I could remember him. Or anything, really.
Within that perfectly chiseled body, his insides are black—he’s rotten underneath. He’s dangerous, dark, and yet somewhere deep inside myself I know what it feels like to scream his name.
I catch him staring and he pulls away like I’m the poisonous one. He’s a killer. I know it. He lives to harm others. I’m sure those rugged, strong hands have squeezed the life out of many. And yet I still want them on my body.
And he wants it too.
But this is madness. My life is in shambles and adding him to the mix with his murder and mayhem will only make it worse.
So why am I living for the moment I’ll scream his name again?

Shadow

I don’t have room in my life for her bulls***.
But there she goes again, playing the little wounded bird, always needing me to swoop in and save her.
She says she can’t remember what made her shut me out—she can’t remember anything at all. But I see that familiar look in her eyes like she knows how good we made each other feel.
I’m the fool who falls for it again and again. For a wounded bird, she’s got her claws in me deep.
And that’s exactly how I want it. She might not be able to recall her sleek legs wrapped all around me, her perfect ass perched on the bars of my motorcycle in the moonlight, but I’ll never forget it.
This time I’ll keep my guard up. I’ve got bigger things to worry about than Sky taking flight once more. She can’t break my heart again if I don’t give it up.
As if I ever got it back from her the last time.