Ravage Me ~ Ravage MC Book 1 ~ by Ryan Michele
Genre: New Adult, Romance
After spending the last two years stuck behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Harlow ‘Princess’ Gavelson’s
time inside has finally come to an end, and she’s ready for revenge.
Unfortunately, being the daughter to the Vice President of the Ravage
Motorcycle Club cuts into her plans, as orders must be followed. Trying
to settle back into this life is proving difficult when the tables are
turned and the woman who framed her is out for blood. Lucky for
Princess, growing up in a MC has taught her how to hold her own.
After spending years in hell overseas, Donavon ‘Cruz’
came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to
the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his
safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs.
When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught
off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for.
Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a
woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC
business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two
collide, and lives are at stake.
Can these two find a way to be together, or will the needs of Ravage cost them everything, including their lives?
*Contains mature content including, sex and violence. Mature audiences only.*
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“Sugar,
you just stirred up a shit storm.” The southern drawl to his voice
mixed with the smell of leather, cigarettes, and radiating testosterone
would have made my pussy clench, but he ruined that by pressing a damn
gun to my head.
“Low,
don’t.” I ignored Casey just as I always did. Quickly, I turned my
body. As my arm reached back to knock the gun out of his hand, I
instantly froze. The three patch rag falling on his chest was a red
light flashing in my eyes. Immediately, I stopped, putting my hands in
front of me. I would never touch a brother, outside of the ring that is.
The
man standing in front of me caught my breath and short-circuited my
senses. His broad shoulders were covered with a skin-tight, black
t-shirt and leather rag adorned with several patches that fit him like a
glove. His bulging arms were covered in tattoos from the wrist up. They
were flexed, one pointed the gun with precision, and the other was
fisted at his side. His light caramel hair was cut short on the sides,
but longer on the top, begging for a woman’s fingers to run through it.
His beard was cut very short to his skin making my mouth water,
wondering what it would feel like between my thighs. His sapphire eyes
narrowed at me as I stared effortlessly in them, becoming entranced
unable to speak.
“What
the fuck is going on here?” Breaking from this man’s stare, I focused
on the familiar voice I’ve missed for too long. Pops eyes swept the room
quickly, and when his eyes landed on mine, the anger in them instantly
faded. “What the hell’s going on?” He eyed the man with the gun pointed
directly at my head and he clenched his hands into fists.
“Hey,
Pops,” I said, turning my eyes back to the beautiful specimen in front
of me, wanting him to know that I wasn’t afraid. If I needed a bullet in
my head, so be it. I wouldn’t shy away.
“You
know this bitch?” the hot asshole in front of me clipped, and my lip
curled slowly. If he wasn’t wearing that rag, I’d show him how much of a
bitch I could be.
“Put
the damn gun down, Cruz,” Pops said jokingly. The anger dripping off
this man’s face in front of me told me he didn’t see anything funny
about this. He began to take a step closer. “Cruz. Stop!” Pops barked
loudly as the other guys started walking up behind him. Cruz instantly
stopped, but kept the gun on me. “Cruz, this is my daughter, Princess.”
“Shit.
Are you fucking kidding me?” Cruz’s anger was actually pretty funny,
and I had to stifle the small laugh that wanted to escape. I had too
much respect to let it fly. But the shocked look on his face was pretty
priceless coming from a tattooed hot-ass. I probably should have told
him that sooner, but what can I say … I was born a bitch.
“No,
I’m not fucking kidding you. Get the fuck away from her, and put the
goddamn gun down.” Moving my head to Pops, I could see he was fuming.
Whenever Pops was mad, his forehead turned bright red, and the lines
throughout it became more prominent along with the vein that ticked with
this heartbeat. It’s a look I always hated growing up, and it used to
scare the ever-loving shit out of me.
My
eyes flicked back while Cruz took one more look at me. “If you’re still
pissed later, we can meet in the ring.” I smiled my damnedest. I could
see the smoke threatening to come out of his ears. Confusion laced his
eyes, but I wasn’t about to explain right now. I held out my hand to
Cruz, “Nice to meet ya. I’m Harlow.” He stared me down as if he was
hoping he could make me combust into a million pieces. Sorry Buddy, your
super powers won’t work. I’ve been here too long to let that get me.
He
tentatively lowered the gun, putting it behind his back, bringing his
hand to mine. My hand slipped into his warm, rough, strong grip, a shock
raced through my body, beginning at my connected hand and racing all
the way through to my feet setting my body on fire. “Cruz.”
Ryan Michele
A
mom and wife who works full time. She lives in the Midwest and enjoys
being outside when the weather’s nice. She even helps out in the corn
field when it’s necessary.
Ryan
Michele has a huge obsession with reading, which only came to life
after her best friend said she had to read Twilight. After reading that
series, her entire world changed in the blink of an eye. Not only was
she sucked into new worlds and all of the wonderful words authors put
down on paper, she felt the urge to begin to write down the characters
that played inside of her head. In doing so, Safe was born. Then
Wanting You and currently Ravage Me.
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