Authors: Lana Grayson
Knight
Knight (Anathema MC Series
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Copyright © 2015 by Lana Grayson
Published by Tika Lake Publishing
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To My Husband
At least there aren’t step-brothers in this one. ;)
Thank you so much for your interest in the Anathema series!
All three books are a standalone romances, but the overall story is much more fulfilling if you read the books in order. I’ve included both
Warlord
and
Exiled
in this file so you don’t miss a pulse-pounding moment of action.
Click below to read the Anathema Series from the beginning with:
I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing these books!
~Lana
Knight - Table of Contents
Sneak Peek-Saint, An Anathema Novella
Sneak Peek-Takeover, Book #1 Legacy Series
Nothing worse than waking up early on the day of your execution.
I ran out of friends after a punch to the gut and lost the rest of my luck when the burlap sack tightened over my head.
I never figured I had a lot of time left. Nights spent riding shadow to shadow didn’t promise much, but landing on the floor of a stolen truck flashed my life before my eyes quicker than dumping a bike on the highway.
Those flashes weren’t good images. Mostly bad decisions wrapped in poor judgment racked with impulsive choices. I might have done a lot of things different if given the chance.
But, knowing me, I’d end up in the same damn place.
I wasn’t bleeding. I didn’t believe in signs, but a wise man read the writing on the wall when the letters spelled his name. If the Anathema MC grabbed me, I’d be dead. What they lacked in patience they made up for in good aim, especially for their reviled traitor. Instead, my captors kicked my ass just to load me onto a truck. That meant I wasn’t dying today.
And living would be a hell of a lot harder.
I spat blood and avoided staining my cut. The
President
patch hadn’t faded yet—still cocaine white. I aimed to keep it that way.
The truck barreled over the road. I struggled to my feet only to be tossed against the metal walls. My knee jammed against the bolted-down containers. The storage cabin smelled rough—bloody, sweaty, and hiding drugs too hard for anything Anathema ever ran. Hell, the haul was too dangerous for anything my splintered faction could run. The Coup had connections, but nothing this good.
Neither Anathema MC nor The Coup was big enough to move the drugs that graced the truck.