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My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect.
Including my innocence.
When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.
Before my father died, Dornan Ross and his sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.
I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge.
But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.
I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.
Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
**This bundle contains all books in the Gypsy Brothers series plus a bonus exclusive novella.**
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Confucius said, “Before embarking upon a journey of revenge,
dig two graves.”
I planned to dig seven.
Sometimes I don’t think about it for
hours at a time. Sometimes, a whole day will pass, and it’ll be there, under
the surface, burning my insides with the brutality of its truth. My truth.
And I’ll get home from my dead-end
job in this dead-end fucking town in the asshole of Nebraska, and I’ll have
almost made it through a whole day of not thinking about it, about my father
and Dornan Ross and his sons.
But then I’ll do something without
thinking, like undress to go to bed, or slide under the covers of my bed. And
I’ll see the marks they branded on my right hip – seven horizontal lines, each
stacked on top of each other, made by casting the blunt edge of a butcher’s
knife into fire and then pressing it into my flesh. A line for Dornan Ross and
a line for each of his six older sons. Notches on a bedpost. Scarred for a
lifetime so that I can never forget. Some are thicker than others, some short
and others long, but each one a devastating reminder of everything they took
from me that night.
Even if I stay in my stale clothes
to avoid seeing my scars, I still can’t escape them. I never sleep well. I toss
and turn, fitful and drenched in sweat, awakening from nightmares where they
find me and turn the knife to the sharp side. Where they don’t just brand me –
they cut me until I am dead, so I won’t talk to the police. I know things,
see. I know things that the police
don’t, about purchased alibis and body disposal spots, about too many girls who
went missing and too many men who kept too many secrets.
I used to wish every day and every
night to forget about my fathers murderer and what he did to us. Not anymore.
Now I want to remember every tiny detail so that I can exact my revenge.
Tomorrow is different. Tomorrow is
my twenty-first birthday, the day I gain access to my secret inheritance. The
several hundred thousand that my father managed to hide before Dornan framed
him for the murder of a policeman and his family, a crime that Dornan and his
eldest son committed as retribution for a drug bust that almost wiped the club
out. It might be dirty money – my father wasn’t above money laundering and drug
manufacturing – but it was his money. Dornan managed to seize control of the
rest when he enacted his devastating betrayal.
Tomorrow is truly my birthday, for I
will become another person. Today my name is Juliette Portland, but tomorrow I
will wake up as someone else entirely.
Someone who will bring Dornan Ross
and the Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club to their knees.
Excerpts for ALTERNATE: A Gypsy
Brothers Novella
DORNAN
I see the panic in her eyes, and it
makes my cock throb.
Yes. It’s my turn now, you silly
little girl.
I’m going to twist her diabolical
fucking soul until she’s completely at my mercy, knees on the ground and mouth
on my cock, sucking and begging for forgiveness all at the same time. There’s
going to be so much more blood in our future, and it’s going to be beautiful.
“I know you think this is going to
be bad,” I say, pleasure and rage sizzling in my veins, “but however bad you
think this is going to be, it’s going to be So.Much.Worse.”
JASE
There’s something to be said about a
person who’s been put in hell and doesn’t lose themselves.
But what if you find yourself there
instead?
“Say it,” Chad said, sliding one
finger inside Rails so that she flinched. Even with the drugs, the rough way he
was poking and prodding at her must have hurt. “Say you’re no better than us.
Say you’re one of us and I’ll let her go.” I looked to Rails, but she wasn’t
even there. Whatever drug was in her bloodstream, it looked effective.
“I’m no better than you.” I ground
out.
“And?” Chad prompted, snaking his
tongue out to lick Raelene’s earlobe.
I shuddered.
“And I’m one of you.”
“One of what?”
“A fucking Gypsy Brother!” I
screamed.
Normal men don’t want to hurt the
women they love.
Normal men don’t have a darkness
inside them.
But I’m not normal. I never was. I
might’ve been patched in by force, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got
GYPSY BROTHERS forever etched into my skin, and their blood running through my
veins.
I might look like a good person on
the surface, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m Dornan Ross’s son.
ELLIOT
Why’d
we have to meet the way we did, in a goddamn nightmare? She was so beautiful
and passionate in the moments her demons weren’t dragging her beneath the murky
waters and drowning her. Selfishly, I wished she would try harder to be that
girl who laughed and said funny things, dazzling me with her smile, instead of
the girl who held my gun in her lap and willed herself not to eat it.
“It’s
okay, Elliot,” Juliette said, trailing her hand over my cheek. “I’d leave me
too, if I could.” I swallowed back all the words I’d never be able to say to
her.
Lili
writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven
Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be
released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and
so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her
gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and
spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves
to read almost as much as she loves to write.
