UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set

BOOK: UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set
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Copyright © 2015 Dawn Martens


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Published 2015

Photography and Cover Design by: Sara Eirew

Edited by: Crystal Sosa, Kendra Gaither, and Jennifer Finch

Proofed by: Laura Frasher and Jessica Johnson

Formatted by: IndieVention Designs


ISBN-13: 978-1508674726

ISBN-10: 1508674728


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The Angel’s Warriors MC Complete Trilogy
, is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

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G-Baby – DUH. You, fuck… you…just… just you! Seriously! I love you babes! I liked it, so I put a ring on it ;) HA suck it Brett! Haha

Corinne – woman, seriously. LOVE YOU. Just fucking love you … tis all.

Crystal Sosa – I’m probably the most annoying person you know, but you put up with me! Love you

Sara Eirew – For my models, my covers – I’m in love!

To Mel – my amazing formatter – I adore you!! Really do!! Thanks for putting up with me!!

To my fanclub – Dawn’s Diva’s – you guys are all amazing! Every last one of you.

To my Beta Readers –Thank you so much for all you do.

Chelsea Camaron, Crystal Spears, Lila Rose, Emily Snow, Stacy Borel, Amanda Heath, Nikki Deatherage, Bailey Lee, Kris Adams – Your friendship has meant the world to me!






After years suffering abuse at the hands of her father and protecting her sister, Eden Blake takes a chance. She calls on the Angels Warriors MC asking for help. She just never expected that call would bring her face to face with her past—Jasper “Angel” Hughes. He’s the first man she ever loved and the new President of the Angels Warriors MC. And now, he’s vowing to win Eden back and never let her go again.




Lilly Mayer has always lived a simple life. She’s loyal – maybe too loyal since it’s cost her the love of her life. And that love, Vincent “Zippo” Torino, is willing to use her loyalty to Eden as his own escape from a hell he created. He doesn’t give a damn that he’s leaving the woman he loves, pregnant with his child, behind – not when he has to protect his own destructive secret. And not when he’s sure she’s going to beat him to the punch and leave first.



this heart

After she’s betrayed by her husband, Hilary DeVaughn, is done. But when she gets a phone call to come back home for Eden years later, she drops everything to return to the place where her heart was shattered. When she finally hands Mason “Reaper” Harris divorce papers, will he be willing to let her go so easily? Or will their secrets keep them torn apart?



Table of Contents



UnKiss Me

UnTouch Me

UnBreak This Heart

A note from Dawn Martens

About the Author


Hitchhikers Excerpt

Undercover Excerpt






















I hear the heavy wooden front door open and slam shut, hard enough to rattle the walls of the laundry room located at the back of our house.  My little sister’s been helping me fold laundry. It makes her feel like a big girl. I bet she won’t feel the same once she’s older. “Eden Garden Blake, where the fuck are you?”  I hear Dad shout, his words slurring. The sound of his boots stomping loudly across the hardwood floor reminds me of how much larger than me he really is.

I’m not sure what my parents were thinking when naming me Eden Garden; maybe they were high at the time? I have no clue. I got teased a lot in school for it, asking me if I was forbidden fruit.  Kids can be ruthless. I developed a tough outer shell because of it. Nevertheless, nothing could toughen me enough to face my father’s wrath. He makes me feel about the size of my pinky toe. Nothing’s ever good enough for him—ever. He’s the stuff nightmares are made of, the kind of man you pray to never meet in a dark alley because he makes you quake in the knees in the sunlight. I wouldn’t be surprised if flowers wilted when he walked passed them.

Whispering, I warn my four-year-old sister, “Glenna, you need to go hide in your room.” She takes off, dressed in her bibbed overalls, her blonde pigtails swinging as she scurries off. I follow her, watching as she hides under her bed. I bend down and make sure she’s under far enough, lying right against the wall. I take the pink fuzzy bear that’s lying on top of her bed and slide him across the floor to her for comfort; anything to keep her safe and as secure as possible when he’s in one of his moods.

I’m twenty four years old, but I stay here in this hell because of my sister. I don’t even want to imagine what he would do to her if I weren’t here. My father—our father is not a nice man. I was safe for years but always kept my ear to the ground by calling my friend Lilly; it was how I found out about Glenna. I knew there was no way I could leave an innocent baby at his mercy.

When Glenna was ten months old, some woman dropped her off with my bastard father. Being here, in this town, with the asshole sperm donor, it’s all for her. I knew what he was like, so I came to protect her the minute I heard about her. She was an abandoned baby. She needed me.  How her mother could just leave her with my ruthless old man, I’ll never understand.

The first few months were almost unbearable. The beatings were worse than I ever got before when I was growing up. I’m what some might call dainty, short in stature, with blonde hair cut in a short stylish bob, and blue eyes, so taking a beating from my father isn’t easy on my small frame.

Coming back to him was the hardest choice I have ever made. I’ve given up a lot to protect my sister, but I’ll do anything to keep her safe. When I was seventeen, my mother was murdered. I watched it happen at the hands of the man who was supposed to be my protector, so when dad said I was next if I opened my mouth, I didn’t mutter a single word. He somehow got it cleaned up and disposed of her body with no one the wiser. But the second I could, I ran. And I never looked back, not until I was forced to. I still don’t know where my mother is buried. The pain of her loss cuts deep. I miss her so much. My mom was the best. She didn’t deserve what my father did to her. How she ever loved him, I’ll never understand.

“I’m coming, Dad,” I say, my voice wobbling slightly as I walk out of Glenna’s room to find him.

Going into the living room, I see him. My body tightens, and I stiffen at the sight. He has his pants off, belt in hand, as he towers over me. His beer gut is protruding, and the smell of alcohol assaults my nose. He disgusts me. 

I should have left before he got home, taken Glenna and ran once again. I took her and tried last year. We were caught because of my one mistake. He managed to track me down because I paid the daycare bill with my credit card when money got tight. I knew better but was desperate and hoping I could slip one by him. I was wrong. As he dragged us back home, I knew I was in for it. The beating I got that time wasn’t near as bad as the first one I got when I came back to live with him for Glenna’s sake, though none of them are pretty. The first one was constant, lasting several days. My body has the scars to remind me of my mistakes.

“You don’t have this pigsty cleaned up. I told you I wanted it cleaned before I got home,” Dad says, growling at me, his voice laced with rage. His greying beard could use a shave, and his greasy shoulder length hair could use a cut. He used to take better care of himself, but these past six years or so, he’s turned into a nasty son of a bitch.

“I know, Daddy, but Glenna needed me. I had to take care of her first,” I say timidly, knowing no matter what I say he’ll do what he always does. The house isn’t even dirty—rundown, yeah.  It could use some fixing up.  The carpet is old and stained. The wallpaper is peeling from the corners. The hardwood flooring could use some TLC as well. However, I keep it clean, considering how gross my dad is. He never cleans up after himself. Whenever he finishes with something, he leaves it lying wherever he’s sitting for me to clean up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him even put his dirty clothes in a hamper, just leaves them lying wherever he strips them off.

He storms toward me. Rearing his arm back, his belt comes down, whipping through the air and snapping me in my arm. I cry out in pain as the metal buckle catches. “I don’t give a fuck,” he roars. “I tell you to do something, you fucking do it.” He continues beating me with the belt relentlessly. Smack after smack, my skin reddens as the blood rushes to the sensitive surface, the burn building greater with each hit as the welts split open.

I fall to the floor in pain, crying quietly and trying to contain my sobs. If I cry loudly, he will kick, so I know not to make a noticeable sound. The belt keeps coming down, one hit after another pounding into my skin. It hurts, but the stinging pain turns into a burning numb sensation.

Minutes later, after I feel the blood streaming down my arms and legs, he stops and crawls over my body. Fear takes over. I can’t stop the screams that rip from my throat. He clamps his large, rough hand over my nose and my mouth. I can’t breathe. Terror fills me as I fight to stay awake for Glenna. His grip tightens. I can’t hold on any longer as I drift off into an empty black pit of despair.

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