SAVED (Book 4 Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club)
By: Kelli Maine
Releasing on January 12th
Soul of my soul.
Left with Lilith's haunting words, Luc sees himself for the irredeemable man he truly is.
Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club's reputation is ruined, the clubhouse is burned to the ground, and Angel is the only remaining loose end for the club to tie up.
With nothing left to lose, Luc makes the only move he has left and sacrifices everything for the only woman who ever made him want to be a better man.
SAVED is the fourth and final part of the Lucifer's Legion Motorcycle Club serial.
Lilith on Amazon ($.99)
Nomad on Amazon
Angel on Amazon
Saved on Amazon
There’s fire, and I’m walkin’ through it naked. Angel’s somewhere in the flames, and I’m lookin’ for her. I can feel the flames against my skin but they don’t hurt. Then I see her. She’s screamin’. Burnin’ up. I run to her, and cover her with my body, to protect her. The flames start hurtin’ now. I can feel my flesh getting’ hot. I can feel my skin begin to peel, I scream in pain…
“Hey, you ok?”
I wake up feelin’ like I just slammed into a fuckin’ wall. My body’s hot, my blood pumpin’.
Angel puts a cool hand against my face, and it feels good against my hot, sweaty skin.
I look at her. Seein’ her face next to me calms me down a little, makes me feel a little fuckin’ cooler, but I feel a whole new sense of frustration and edginess lookin’ at her.
“I need a drink,” I say, getting’ out of bed and walkin’ to the kitchen. I feel like somethin’ is pullin’ at me. A naggin’ feelin’ in my gut that somethin’ needs to be done. Soon.
I turn on the tap and put my head under it, gulpin’ down water into my dry throat. I splash some on my face. Angel walks into the kitchen.
“Coffee?” she asks. I nod.
I can’t be near her. I can’t look at her. I go to the bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the toilet, my head in my hands. Today. I have to do somethin’ today.
“Coffee’s done,” Angel calls from the other side of the bathroom door. I realize I’ve been sittin’ in there for a full ten minutes, just losin’ my mind, barely able to think. I have to get my shit together. Maybe coffee will help.
I join Angel in the room. There’s a little table by the window, and Angel has the cups there. She’s opened the shutters. I sit opposite her, lookin’ out of them, avoidin’ those eyes…
“Is there something…” Angel trails off. Maybe she sees the fire burnin’ inside me, the ragin’ fuckin’ forces that are beatin’ the shit out of each other, with me in the middle. I gulp my coffee.
“I feel a lot better,” Angel says.
I turn away from the window to look at her.
“Am I supposed to care?”
“I just thought--”
“You thought wrong, bitch. You don’t think at all when you’re with me, ok?”
Angel stiffens and looks at me, her eyes wide.
“Good,” I say. The frustration is fillin’ up in me, burstin’ to get out, and she’s close enough to feel it.
I can’t let myself get close to her. I can’t let her inside. She’s already under my skin. Makin’ me feel things I don’t wanna feel, think things that I don’t wanna be thinkin’.
This bitch will destroy me.
Favorite Author: Diana Gabaldon
Favorite Food: Japanese
Favorite Superhero: Spiderman
Favorite Place I’ve Been: Yucatan Peninsula
Writing Must Haves: Coffee and chocolate
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