Ergebnis von "Candice Wright" in Alle Kategorien

I know what love is. After witnessing its devastation, I’ve shied away from it, Until Atlas. I never thought I’d ignore the red flags and wave a white one. Surrendering to Atlas in the most delectable way, I didn’t realize he’d been playing me all along Until I found myself at his mercy. They say love can heal all wounds, But what about the scars left behind?

Life in a motorcycle club isn’t for everyone, but being a Raven is in my blood. The only things that matter to me are my brothers and my cut, then she walks into my life and rips up the playbook. I know I can’t keep her; club girls are for a good time, not a long time, so when the secret she’s been keeping lands at my feet like a bomb, I pull the pin, blowing up everything between us. The second I watch her walk away, I know I’ve made a mistake, but before I can fix it, she’s gone. Tracking her down is the easy part; realizing all the love she had for me has turned to hate, not so much.

The last time I ignored the red flags, I almost died. Waking up in a body bag tends to put things into perspective. My scars are a reminder to stay in my lane. I don’t take risks. I don’t take candy from strangers. I don’t leave my doors unlocked, and I never, ever play with monsters. Until Kenzo, my next red flag. With his sinful looks and wicked mouth, he’s a silver-tongued devil in disguise, and my one-way ticket to hell.

She calls me Hudson... But they know me as Pete. A simple man with a common name. They see the warm smile of their neighbor, not the cold eyes of a man who kills for the thrill of it and sleeps like a baby afterward.

After getting tangled up in Carnage business, it isn’t long before I'm tangled up in their sheets. They see is my blonde hair and sweet smile, and they want to dirty me up a little. I'm a splash of pink within the leather-clad army, standing out like a tampon in a condom factory. But it’s not my fault they underestimated me. I might like girly things, but I’m much more likely to spray you with bullets then sprinkle you with glitter. I could just tell them they have me labeled all wrong...but where’s the fun in that?

If you’d told me years ago that I’d become a stunt woman after a car accident turned my Olympic dreams of gold to rust, I’d have called you crazy. Yet here I am, throwing myself off a perfectly good building. I guess I’ve always been a little fearless, except when it comes to matters of the heart. I keep my relationships light and meaningless, which is why my exes tend to have big...egos and the emotional depth of a puddle. I’ll admit, I have the bar set so low it’s practically a tripping hazard.

I grew up as the precocious daughter of a preacher, but death stalked the hallways of my home, tearing my family tree apart and twisting my father’s love into something cold and constricting. Ever the good girl, I remained subservient under his watchful gaze, but each cutting remark and unrealistic expectation forced me to open my eyes and face the truth.

My castle was a compound. My subjects: a bunch of rowdy bikers. And the villain of this tale was my father, the king. When a brutal attack leaves me no choice but to flee, I find myself cast out and alone. Six years later, I’m dragged back to hell as nothing more than a pawn. I’m not the same girl that ran, so I’ll play their game...but not by their rules. Because this time I won’t go down without a fight. It will take more than knights on chrome horses to break me.

I fell in love with a boy before I even knew what love was. I gave up my world for him, bartered away my hopes and dreams so that boy could have his, but he threw me away at the first sign of trouble. And somehow, I became the villain of our story. Everyone hates me for my betrayal. Only I didn’t turn my back on him—he turned his back on me. Now, I live out my days at the Raven Souls MC as public enemy number one, guarding my secrets like a precious commodity. My silence keeps others safe, so instead of speaking up, I fade away.

Because while you're dreaming about what this dress looks like on your bedroom floor, I’m planning the best ways to dispose of your body. With dirt on my hands and blood on my shoes, I do my job without a single ounce of regret. You can judge me all you want, but back before the penthouse and the designer shoes, I was just another forgotten girl on the streets, running from demons. I went from unprotected to untouchable; from angel to monster. The forgotten girl who came from nothing became the woman who built an empire.

Raised by a family of cops who see the world in black and white, I grew up with a defiant streak a mile long, and an immunity to gun-toting alpha males. That is until I find myself at the Carnage clubhouse, and at the mercy of their Kings. Now, my black-and-white world is a dirty shade of gray, and my immunity to alpha males has disappeared...along with my underwear. While I find myself torn between my knights in blue and my kings in black leather, a killer emerges from the shadows, ready to rip both my worlds apart.

It should have been an in-and-out job. Find the girl and bring her home. But we're not the only ones who came for her. And when our rescue mission goes horribly wrong, we find ourselves stranded and alone in the unforgiving jungle. With death stalking our heels, every day becomes a battle for survival. A battle not all of us will win.

When a bullet takes my memories and the life of my friend, I return to the one place that offers me safety. The monster that hunts me outside these gates has nothing on the demons inside them. Their darkness holds me captive, drawing me in and stealing pieces of me I can’t afford to lose. With no memory of my past and an uncertain future, the girl they crave is just an illusion. Love can be lethal but then so can I. When the real me wakes up, it’s with fire in my blood and the taste of deceit on my tongue.

The fates hadn’t always been kind to Sunshine... Abandoned as a baby with nothing more than a blanket and a name, Katia ‘Sunshine’ Jones knows what it feels like to be alone. She spent her childhood navigating the foster system, and finally found a home in the arms of a boy who became her entire world. Six years later, a devastating tragedy rips her fairy tale to shreds and plunges Sunshine’s life into darkness.

Raised by a monster, rescued by a liar. The life Ava escaped from is a memory she would like to forget. But the past never stays buried for long, and when a tragic event forces Ava back home, the monster is waiting to finish what he started. With fragile bonds put to the test, Ava will need to find the strength to fight back, putting her faith in the club she was never a part of, and a President who is more of a stranger to her than a brother. Blood might be thicker than water, but it's blood that attracts sharks.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, except for when it doesn't. And while for Linda Carter, that was a night she will never forget, for Asher Sloan, it was a night he couldn’t remember. A year later, their paths cross once more. Their chemistry is still combustible, but Linda has learned her lesson when it comes to Asher all too well, and she doesn’t plan on getting burned again. Refusing to take no for an answer, Asher comes up with a solution: a three-month deal where they can both get what they want.

I used to be that girl. Before loving you. The daydreamer who believed in fairy tales. And I knew I was right to have faith when a moment of serendipity led me to both of you. The three of us were blissfully happy, until your lies were exposed and the dream faded. Now I know that falling in love was just the point of impact, a single moment when life veered dangerously off course. Now I'm that girl.

Born to a man of faith who let his vision for the future twist his mind, I learned to stay in the shadows, collecting the kids that ended up in this godforsaken place with me. They're the lost ones, and I'm their Wendy. The forgotten one, the dud, the failure. My only use now is as a future breeder to the cause. But they've taken enough, and I'll be damned if I let them take more. When the chance of escape is dangled before me like a carrot on a stick, I take it. I run with my lost ones toward a new life where the kids can be kids, and I can be free.

My gift has always felt more like a curse. Standing up and speaking the truth when nobody wants to hear it is terrifying. But the truth doesn't erase the horrors I've seen. It doesn't silence the whispers, or blind me to the fingers pointed my way. Doing the right thing never brought me anything but trouble. So finding myself held captive by a sexy-as-sin duo who loathe me on sight doesn't come as a shock. What does surprise me is how quickly my anger for them burns out, leaving a ferocious need in its place.