Today I happy to bring you an excerpt for Thrash by JC Emery. Thrash is the second book in Emery’s Bayonet Scars series and was released by Left Break Press on 09 January 2014.
Loneliness suffocates the heart. Acceptance breaks down walls.
As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.
Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.
The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new
“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Duke says with a smile on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes and sarcasm coats every word.
“Quit being an asshole,” I snap, temporarily forgetting who all’s in the room. Low level chuckles sound from around me, egging me on. I place a hand on my hip and jut my chin out. The boys live for this kind of drama in a way the chicks never have. And they have the nerve to say we’re the nosy ones.
“You wanted me here, I’m here.”
“It’s about fucking time you do as you’re told,” he says, standing from his seat. My muscles tense immediately as my temper snaps.
You’re kidding, right? You disappear for almost two months and now you’re giving me shit when I did nothing wrong?”
“I’ve been here, Nicole,” he says in a deep rumble as he takes several large steps towards me. He stops a few feet in front of me. “I was gone for barely a week, that’s it.” Such bullshit. Just because I haven’t stepped foot on Forsaken property doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on with the club. Chel’s kept me updated. Despite the few overnight runs he’s made to Nevada, Duke’s been here and I’ve been sitting at home like a moron waiting for his ass. No more.
“And when you got back, where the hell have you been since? You sure as hell haven’t been looking for me. How dare you come to my job and start throwing your dick around like I owe you something after you ignored me for almost two months!” My voice raises with every word to the point that I’m screaming. I can feel myself unraveling at the seams. Every breath comes out more ragged than the last and the heat from his body, so close and muscular, isn’t helping any. His nearness is sending my hysteria in a whole new direction.
We’re putting on a real show; entertaining most of our audience, who responds with smiles and laughs. If I were anybody else, or even if I was screaming at anybody else, they wouldn’t be laughing. Lost Girls are the bottom of the totem pole around here and are not to be smarting off to the club. I almost wish they’d punish me for this– maybe even ban me– but they won’t. If they were going to do that, they wouldn’t be finding so much amusement in my freak-out. I’m not that lucky. I’m just glad they’re getting a kick out of this, because I’m sure not. The guys disappear all of the time and it’s never pissed me off before because I was always just a Lost Girl and they were the club, and that was cool. We had fun, but Duke claimed me. I played my part and he hasn’t played his.
JC Emery Bio:
As a child, JC was fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men, mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and pursuing her bachelor’s degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native, but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her flip flops year round in Northern California and can’t imagine a climate more beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories– and everything has at least a splash of romance.
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