Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC

BOOK: Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC
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Just say you love me, just for today

And don’t give me time ‘cause that’s not the same

Want to feel burning flames when you say my name

Want to feel passion flow into my bones

Like blood through my veins

Jessie Ware

(Say You Love Me)

 

Contents:

Cover

Quote

Copyright

About the Author

About the Book

Note for the Reader

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine 

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Ending Quote

Other Works

Social Media Info.

Newsletter Sign-Up

 

 

Copyright © 2016 Kiki Leach

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of the author.

 

First Edition: March 2016

 

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

 

About the Author:

Kiki Leach was born and raised in Oklahoma City, OK where she still resides. As a child she was surrounded by books, pens, and notepads, all of which she quickly took advantage of from the time she could read and write. Her favorite past-time has always been telling stories and in college, was encouraged by her mother and professors to take her storytelling more seriously. 

 

Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC

About the Book:

"I'm nothin' but
danger
, darlin'. I'm no more than
death
. I'm somebody that you don't wanna fuckin' mess with in the middle of the goddamn night or even in the daytime. I'm your worst fuckin' nightmare – your greatest enemy. I'm every fuckin' thing you never wished I was and every fuckin' thing you ever wanted me to be."

Their worlds collided like a pair of rocket ships in midair.

Eight years ago, Mia Sullivan was known in and around her small town just outside of Crescent Beach, Florida as the 'good girl'. The 'preacher's kid'. The one who never stayed out late, always turned in her homework on time and never, ever said a word in front of anyone else that she couldn't say in front of her parent's first. She didn't drink. She didn't smoke. And sex before marriage was completely off the table. Her world was perfect. Her life plans were laid out in front of her. Everything was set in place. Until one night with the wrong man sent a girl well on her way to the top of the hill, sinking straight down to the bottom of the river like a stone.

Eight years ago, Jacob 'River' Hawkins was just a man looking to finally catch a break in his life. Born into a world of drugs, booze, sex and bikes, he had long ago given up on his dream of winning the UFC World Championship title after snapping his opponent's neck during a staged cage fight. As a result, his mother encouraged him to finally become an official member of the only family he ever knew growing up, the Shadow Riders MC. A few years in was all it took before he was made VP and forced to help make decisions about a club that while saving him from the streets, was also draining away parts of his soul day by day. Parts he never thought he'd get back until the morning he found a girl almost half his age beaten, broken and laying half dead right outside his club.

Eight years ago changed the course of two lives forever, connecting two souls that never believed in needing someone else until they had a desperate need for each other. Neither of them knew just how much that need would eventually turn to lust, followed by love. Neither of them knew just how much that kind of love would almost destroy them both.

Note for Potential Readers:

"Inflamed" is a complete story (absolutely no cliffhangers)
told in first and third person POVs
which will be broken up by chapters and symbols (
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
)
.

First, you need to be aware that
this story is HELLA LONG
. It’s over 180k words and I make absolutely no apologies for that. If you’ve read the
Miss Independent
series thus far, then you know I can’t tell a short story even when I try. But I’m warning you now that with this book, it’s longer and it’s more detailed in many aspects. I believe that if you’re going to read a love story from beginning to end, where two people from very different walks of life come together as one, then you need all the ingredients that make it somewhat believable as far as fiction goes, as you go along. Otherwise, I’m only shortchanging you the experience of living in another world and inside someone else’s head for a few hours, and thus wasting your time.

Next, I can in fact guarantee an HEA, HOWEVER, you need to know that the road to that HEA will not be paved with pretty flowers along the way. At all.

There is
A LOT of swearing
in this book.
A. LOT
. I don’t exaggerate, there’s a lot. There is also a lot of sex.
A. LOT of sex
,
very descriptive and quite
graphic sex as well as graphic dirty talking during, before and after sex
. You're dealing with an alpha male VP of a motorcycle club here, so there is lots of swearing, lots of violence and death.
This world is dark, it's gritty, it's angry,
misogynistic
, dangerous and for some, completely offensive and outrageous.

Yes, this is a romance, but if you don't like MC reads, if you didn't like Sons of Anarchy and the like and the language used, if you don't want to know about underground worlds, if seedy is nowhere near being your thing in a book, I'm warning you now to stay away. Because I pull no punches with this; it’s real, raw and completely in your face.
This is an IR (black woman/white man) romance but explicit/vulgar/offensive language will be thrown around freely by some within the pages of this book
. This isn't meant to shock, offend or even turn you away as a reader, it's meant to make you aware as far as what you're about to dive into and just how real it is despite this being ‘fiction’. The racial differences between Mia and River are discussed and don’t go ignored by anyone, leading River to come to terms with who he is versus who he wants to be as a person and man, which I hope you’ll gain a better understanding of in his parts of the story. 

I've been exploring other sides to my writing over the last few months and I'm happy to share them all with anyone willing to take a chance on me. And I hope that you do with this book. I understand if you won't, but I needed to be upfront about what this book entails, what it's about and why it might work for some while it will absolutely not work for others.
So please take time to download opening pages via the sample before deciding to purchase.
The prologue and opening chapters will show you exactly what you'll be getting from the rest of this book.

Thank you.

 

 

Dedication

To any and everyone who overcame obstacles, fought battles, won against personal demons, and found true love on the way up.

This book is for you.

 

 

 

Crescent Beach, Florida

PROLOGUE

"Jesus H. Christ. What the fuck is this shit?" Blue's dark brown eyes grew wide with suspicion and terror as he gaped down at the fragile looking girl at his feet, her arms covered in blood, cuts and bruises with the side of her face pressed down hard into the cement. The heel of her shoe was broken with the strap of it dangling from her foot. She looked an absolute fucking mess and not the sexy, slutty kind he was used to waking up to in the morning after a damn good lay courtesy of a regular club whore from the night before.

River flashed a bright yellow flame across the tip of his joint and took a long, sorrowful drag. "
Shit
." He snapped the lighter shut and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his cut while staring down at this girl. Carelessly lifting his thick, broad shoulders and shaking his head this way and that, his dark curls swirled around his neck and strong jawline in the wind. "I don't even fuckin' know, brother," he said. His gruff, surly voice was flat, emotionless as he mumbled around the tip of the joint. He didn't give a shit about this bitch living or dying. He did however, give a shit about his club and this chick being there under any circumstances no matter the reason why didn't spell good shit for them.

Blue took a few steps past the gate, the heels of his boots scraping across the concrete as he moved, and kept his eyes on the girl's face before dragging them down to her chest to see if it was moving.

"You think she's fuckin' dead?" he asked.

River looked over at his brother in confusion, scrunching his brows and pinching his lips to the corner of his mouth. They had both been standing in the exact same positions for the last fifteen or so seconds since being outside. "How the fuck should I know, motherfucker?" He shrugged. "Get your ass down there and take a fuckin' look."

"No, Mr. V Fuckin' P," he spat, "you're right there at her goddamn head." He pointed. "You get
your
motherfuckin' ass down there and take a fuckin' look."

River shook his head. He wasn't scared to look a possibly dead bitch in the face. He'd tell anyone who asked that he'd done so more times than he'd like to count over the last ten plus years since patching into the mother charter of the Shadow Riders MC and becoming its VP not long after. But not once in all those years had some possibly dead bitch actually found her way to the front of his goddamn club. And especially not one with a '
Free Pussy for Any and all Willing Motherfuckers in the Area
' note attached to the bottom of her dress that seemed to be meant just for him.

Except this girl wasn't exactly his type in terms of who he was willing to take it from.

He snatched the joint from between his lips and dropped down to a squat.

"Shit." He shoved the lit tip against his knee, then tossed it aside and reached his hand down to wipe the hair back from her face to get a good look at who she was. As if he'd even know, as if he would've fucking cared if he did. "Christ."

Her hair was caked in dried blood, vomit and urine that seemed to be poured in the gallons. She smelled like shit dumped into a pile of more shit dumped into a sewage filled with nothing BUT shit, and wasn't looking too much better in the face once he finally got the chance to fully see it. Her eyelids were sealed shut with tears, her lips were bloody, cracked, blistered like she'd been baking in the sun for days on end before showing up there. Her nose looked broken from having been slammed into the ground a few times and her cheeks were swollen from having been smacked by either a fat hand or the fist of a goddamn man. It even looked like she was missing some teeth from what he could tell, but he wasn't too sure how many. Either way, he knew somebody had really fucked this bitch up good.

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