Reckless Pawn
Reckless Pawn
An MC/Mafia Dangerous Romance
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "The tension is thick, the chemistry is HOT and the danger is skyrocketing. Fantastic job Ms. Gayle, thank you for sharing this jewel with us..." Kaye, Amazon Reviewer
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Freedom is never free..
Apparently, I now belong to the Sins of Wrath MC, but my heart still belongs to Houston.
He is in my memories and my dreams. The one place he is NOT is in my life.
Now the motorcycle club’s VP has become the latest in an ever growing line of men who want to make me heel.
But I don’t heel, sit or beg.
To survive, I need to break free. But first, I have to get my heart back…
Reckless Pawn is book two in the Outlaw Justice Trilogy. Savage Protector is book one (available now) and Houston and Izzy's story concludes in Ruthless Redemption.
Book Description
Book Description
Freedom is never free..
Apparently, I now belong to the Sins of Wrath MC, but my heart still belongs to Houston.
He is in my memories and my dreams. The one place he is NOT is in my life.
Now the motorcycle club’s VP has become the latest in an ever growing line of men who want to make me heel.
But I don’t heel, sit or beg.
To survive, I need to break free. But first, I have to get my heart back…
Reckless Pawn is book two in the Outlaw Justice Trilogy. Savage Protector is book one (available now) and Houston and Izzy's story concludes in Ruthless Redemption.
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I woke up the next morning in a foul mood.
My head pounded from the over consumption of Patty's killer margaritas and another restless night thanks to dreams of one Houston Reed.
I slammed my fists into the mattress beside me. When would it ever end? Pain assaulted my head.
Okay maybe having a hissy fit right now wasn't going to help my situation.
I peeked out the window to see the sun barely coming up over the horizon and decided a walk around the compound might clear my head.
Although if Axel thought I was going to ask for his permission to go out, he was sorely mistaken. I firmly believed in asking for forgiveness instead of permission. Simply because permission was never given.
Despite Patty's best attempts at settling me, I was still restless and anxious to get out of this cabin. No amount of alcohol was going to make that go away.
With spring on the way, it would still be cool this early in the day. I dressed accordingly in skin tight jeans, a fitted blue T-shirt and a light sweater.
I went into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror, realizing that even though in my old life I wouldn't have left my room without makeup, now I didn't care. I did, however, decide to do something about the rats nest I called hair though.
My normally curly hair had gone nuclear overnight and now taunted me with a frizzy mess. It needed a deep conditioning or three and maybe a trim. A trip to see Carla, my hairdresser, so she could work her magic on me was called for.
Unfortunately, that wasn't in the cards. For now I worked it into a braid diagonally down the back of my head so that it fell across my left shoulder and halfway to my breasts.
Satisfied, I grabbed a pair of leopard print chucks from the closet that I assumed came from Patty. We wore the same size shoes and about the same size clothes and while all of this stuff was already here when I arrived, I figured it had to have come from her closet. Her taste was a little out there for how I felt right now, but I didn't mind a little something extra on my feet. They were cute.
In no mood for food, I bypassed the compact kitchen and exited the cabin, locking the door behind me.
Yes, the compound was secure, but I'd learned the hard way that an unlocked door was practically an invitation for anyone inside the gates to come and go as they pleased.
While my little home was set apart from the main clubhouse and I didn't see much action there, I wasn't far from a neighboring tiny building that looked identical to mine.
No one lived there permanently, but it was used so often that most nights it was occupied. Which meant eventually someone or someones would emerge and I didn't need to leave out the welcome mat while I was gone.
Other than the occasional visit from Patty or a random conversation with one of the prospects guarding me, I liked to be left alone.
Well, not exactly alone. One of the best things about the compound was never being alone, or at least never being too far from someone.
If I ever needed something I knew where to go and could get to it quickly. Now lonely, that was a different story.
I glanced around the front and heaved a sigh of relief. I'd half expected my guard dog to be at the ready to stop me from my walk. But it was either too early in the morning for him, or someone had wandered off to take a piss.
I closed my eyes and smirked. Sweet Jesus, I was beginning to sound like one of them.
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Main Tropes
- Motorcycle Club Romance
- Dark Romance
- Runaway Bride
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