To the people I’ve listed below and so many others, I want to say thank you for taking this journey with me. Your support means the world to me, and I truly mean it when I say appreciate everything you do. I love you all!
PA: Natalie Weston
Editing/Proofing: Lisa Cullinan-Editor, Rose Holub-Proofer, Honey Palomino-Proofer
Promoting: Amy Jones, Veronica Ines Garcia, Neringa Neringiukas, Whynter M. Raven
BETAS/Early Readers: Tanya Skaggs, Jo Lynn, Kaci Stewart, and Jessey Elliott
Street Team: All the wonderful members of Wilder’s Women (You rock!)
Best Friend and biggest supporter: My mother (Love you to the moon and back.)
A short excerpt of Prospect: Satan’s Fury MC-Memphis Book 8 is included in the following pages. Blaze, Shadow, Riggs, Murphy, Gunner, Gus, Rider and Prospect are also included in this Memphis series, and you can find them all on Amazon. They are all free with KU.
Be sure to check out my new series- The Ruthless Sinners.
The Blurb:
Trust.
Loyalty.
Family.
These are the ties that bind. As a Ruthless Sinner, I live by those words--all the brothers do. We're family, our bonds stronger than blood, and as their sergeant at arms, my loyalty has never wavered--until the night they brought her to the clubhouse.
The red-headed beauty didn't belong there. It was her brother who'd betrayed us, but there she was, atoning for his sins.
I didn't want to hurt her.
I wanted to protect her, claim her as my own, but as secrets started to unfold, I was left with an impossible choice.
The ties that bind often come at a price--some more costly than others.
This is Hawk's story- Book 1 of L. Wilder's new Ruthless Sinners crossover series. Ties That Bind is a standalone MC romance with a group of bikers who will take you on a hell of a ride. They're foul-mouthed, possessive alphas who will do whatever it takes to protect their women. No cheating and a HEA.
You can purchase Ties That Bind on Amazon for .99 cents or it’s FREE with KU!
Volume One
Prospect Excerpt
Prologue
I’d always been overly protective, especially when it came to my little sister, Alyssa. She was polar opposite of me. Where I was six-foot-eight and weighed two-ninety, Alyssa was five-foot-six in heels, and thin. Sure, a strong gust of wind might knock her skinny ass to the ground, but don’t get me wrong, the girl was far from weak. Lyssa knew what she wanted and was willing to work hard for it, whether it was getting perfect grades or making the cheerleading squad. I respected her for that. Hell, there were times when I was even jealous of the fact. It seemed there was nothing that could stand in Alyssa’s way, but when it did, I was there—just like I’d been on the night of Homecoming.
It was after eleven when she came knocking at my door, still wearing her homecoming dress, but now it was wrinkled and hanging off her shoulder. She’d been crying, and a thick line of black mascara had run down her cheek. “I fucked up, Clay ... like really, really fucked up.”
“What the fuck, Lyssa.” I took her by the arm and pulled her into my room, then closed the door behind her. “What the hell happened to you?”
“First, I need you to promise that you won’t say anything.” She looked up at me with her big, puppy-dog eyes filled with tears and pleaded. “This has to stay between us.”
“Why do I get the feeling that I shouldn’t agree?”
“Just promise me, Clay,” she insisted. “I’m not saying another word until you do.”
“Fine. I promise not to say anything,” I grumbled. “Now, tell me what the fuck is going on.”
She hesitated once again. I didn’t understand why until she started, “So, you know tonight was Homecoming, right?”
“Yeah.” Homecoming was just another way my sister and I were different. Even though it was my senior year, I couldn’t have cared less about it, but it was the only thing Lyssa had been focused on for weeks. She was all excited that Lucas Brant, a senior and a varsity football player, had asked her not only to the dance but also to a big party afterwards. She was just a sophomore, so going with a senior was a huge deal—at least it was to her. Having no idea what had made her so upset, I asked, “What about it?”
“Well, the dance and all was fine,” Lyssa’s breaths became short and strained as she tried to explain, “until everything got all screwed up at the party at Janey Kay’s house.”
“Why? What happened?”
“It’s hard to explain