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About K.L. Savage
K.L. Savage is the pseudonym of two friends addicted to rough love, who decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
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That’s what pain and fear does to someone; they make someone run.
And Alicia ran far...
Taking my heart with her.
We agreed we both had things to work on, but to be honest, I didn’t know how to improve.
She fought for us. She got stronger. She did what she said.
The truth is... I’m not the man she needs me to be.
And I don’t know how to be it.
I’m hideous. I’m a monster. My face is abnormal.
Who could love a man with one eye?
Who could love a man that’s... bad on the inside?
I’m a rotten soul.
But she turns this rotten soul into something more.
She gives me hope.
Until she dares to move on from me.
And then all hell breaks loose.
Make no mistake, she’s mine.
And she’s about to learn what happens when someone pisses off a beast.
They become the monster they were born to be.
But just as I have her, someone from her past comes looking for something that no longer exists.
Wedding bells ring in the distance.
And they aren’t mine.
No one marries her, but me.
Tis the season for an MC Christmas. 10 steamy stories sure to make the naughty list this year.
This is a new start.
A clean slate for not just me or Scarlett, but for everyone else that’s trusted me to make their life better.
Deciding to keep the Atlantic City chapter name was the right move.
Not only is the weight of the members on my shoulders, but the immense responsibility of proving ourselves to the city.
I need the community to accept us, to come to us when we need help, and most importantly, I don’t want them to fear us.
But it isn’t going to be easy.
Nothing worth it ever is.
With a winter storm brewing off the coast, this is our chance to open the clubhouse for people who need shelter.
It’s the perfect opportunity to show who we are.
Protectors. Enforcers. Loyalists.
We have nothing but heart.
My Scarlett Rose.
Her support pushes me to be my best.
And right when I think my best is enough, the world falls out from under our feet.
Hell is hot and the flames aren’t forgiving during this journey.
To gain something good, we lose something better.
And we have to rise from the ashes all over again
One, two, three, four...
I declare a deadly war.
Five, six, seven, eight...
I can't keep my mind straight.
I'll hunt her down and make her mine again.
I can't live. I can't breathe. I can't think without it.
Eleven, twelve, thirteen...
I'm going to make you SCREAM.
Blood is my sanction.
Pain is my salvation.
Fear is what I instill.
Especially for my Comet.
The warm barrel of a gun against my head? It won’t stop me from protecting what is mine.
Even if it means spilling more blood.
My love for her has been tested and I’m furious.
Seconds has turned to minutes.
Minutes has turned to hours.
And suddenly months have gone by without a change.
Trying to make Daphne remember is getting us nowhere.
It’s time to accept our fate.
This is the new us.
Giving up isn’t an option, but moving on is, and we are doing it together.
While we figure out how to be together again, we wait for her stepfather to be sentenced.
Even if I want to be the executioner.
And while time creeps by, I don’t give up hope she’ll come back to me.
In the chaos of fighting for our lives, fighting the flames that try to take us down, there is one thing stands strong.
And there are no limits to protect what’s mine.
A taste of time is nothing compared to the history we hold.
And sometimes time tells us when to let go.
But I’ll hold on tight until my death.
...And wishes do come true.
For the last two years, I've told myself she's off-limits
That a man like me, can't be with a woman her age.
Then my little maniac turned eighteen.
And I gave in to my temptation.
I shouldn't have, but now it's too late.
She's mine now, and I'll never let her go.
Then one of the biggest sinners in Vegas thought he could just take her.
He's forgetting it's my job to protect her. Mine.
Now, I'm going to burn this city to the ground.
I'll reap havoc until my little maniac is back in my arms.
Authors Note: While it's possible to start the Ruthless Kings MC series with Reaper, book 1, you may have a more enjoyable reader experience if you begin with Reaper's Rise, the Ruthless Kings MC prequel. You can download your free copy by visiting my author page.
I had everything a kid could want.
A home. Food. Toys. Friends. Loving parents.
And it all equaled happiness.
Then my life went up in smoke.
Happiness no longer existed.
I trusted the wrong person.
And in a blink of an eye, the cruelty of the world reared its ugly head.
Four walls. Darkness.
My first love.
And people watching in the corners.
Now, I'm conditioned.
I need to watch.
I need to be watched.
No one understands the turmoil inside me.
And the one person who seems to calm it?
A little spitfire of a woman who released the strife I've been swallowing for eighteen years.
She made me realize how weak I was and how strong I needed to be.
To tackle my demons, I have to admit everything.
I have to trust and that's one thing that doesn't come easy for me.
Ruby shows me it's okay to let go, to let someone steer for a bit, to give up a little control.
So I let go. I let her have the reins.
The road is bumpy, a minefield of explosives with her debt and my pain.
Every chance she takes on me is a step I take to better myself.
Love is a surprise.
A dart that Ruby tossed, and it hit me in the middle of my chest.
I'm my own target. If there's one thing I can do, it's aim.
Every day that passes, every second I blink, the need to drink grows.
Meetings aren’t enough.
My will power isn’t enough.
The second I see her, I want to crash into her instead.
But she may not be enough to kill the need.
I’m trying… but I can’t try anymore.
And when Sunnie tells me something that I can’t handle?
I run away.
I sprint to the nearest watering hole.
Away from life, from responsibilities, from fear…
I’ve never been good with change. Everything is safe right now.
I’m in a bubble and I’ve kept Sunnie there too.
She wants more than that kind of life.
I don’t know how to give it to her.
Her words play on repeat in my head.
“Maybe it isn’t fair for us to sacrifice the things we want if it means being together?
”If I don’t have her, I have nothing.
But you know what I do have? Addiction.
And I’m staring at the bottle.
Just. One. Taste.
And everything will be okay...
Instincts are all we have to rely on.
And mine were spot on.
There are a few things I don’t like to talk about in life.
I hate him, and I hate that godforsaken state.
To this day, I haven’t loved because there’s a fear.
An instinct that I will be just like him.
I convinced myself our blood was rotten, tainted, and sour.
I believe I didn’t have the ability to be faithful or loyal.
But then after a blizzard, a sailboat washed to shore.
And she was there.
She’s here at the clubhouse now.
A name that matches the fields of lavender of her eyes.
I have no right to want her.
I can’t love her.
I’ll ruin her.
The more I get to know her, the harder I fall.
Usually, there’s a calm after the storm.
But not this time...Between her father being a drug dealer.
The drugs hidden in the boat.
And the man that wants his drugs.
We are about to feel the havoc of a hurricane.
Truths hit us out of nowhere and they hurt worse than a lie ever did.
Love tests us and rips us open. Friendships are lost. Loyalty is damned.
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
But Jersey hurts just the same.
And the sound doesn’t just belong to me.
I became my own version of The Greatest of the Great when an injury stole my dream.
I found a healthy alternative for my rage so I can still swing my bat.
If someone has the unfortunate curse of being on the other end of my swing, they’ll hear a whistle before they die.
And it’s how I’ll kill any men who dares raise a fist to a woman.
It’s the vow I made a long time ago, but when I meet Charlie, I learn a vow won’t ever be enough.
The second I speak to her, I know. When I shake her hand, I feel her screams in my bones.
The way she acts sets off every alarm inside me.
She flinches at every move and sound, every promise.
And her husband is to blame.
Physical, mental, and emotional abuse, yet she finds a way to love him.
That’s when I learn it isn’t about love for her, it’s about survival.
While she figures out a way to live, I figure out way to get her out of there.
And I’m nearly too late.
Loving her means defeating him.
She has no idea what kind of man he truly is. He’s got a secret.
And I’m going to set it free.
Charlie is stronger than she realizes, but the moment she does…
I hear it in the wind.
Love is a powerful force, but it doesn’t compare to guilt.
And just like most people, my guilt eats me alive.
I went from being an irresponsible kid who didn’t know any better to an irresponsible man who does.
I make no apologies.
Don’t take my carelessness for strength.
My blood is as deadly as the bullet that killed my brother, and once I’m cut, there’s no stopping the river of rage.
My past is dead. I’m not like my MC brothers. Nothing is going to come bite me in the ass.
Or so I thought.
Because life gave me Mary, the little hellraiser who tries to be reckless.
She’s only looking to escape the nightmare of what happened to her in Atlantic City.
She’s a good girl. The kind to wear pearls and fancy cardigans. She doesn’t belong in this life.
Even if I know she belongs with me.
She paints her lips in red lipstick, but I know it’s an effort to hide the pain.
There’s more than the fact we are too different to be together.
Her past isn’t dead.
And mine has come back to life
I’m too dark for her light.
I am who I am, and I won’t apologize for it.
I don’t know how to be...
I have my reasons.
I've been through hell.
I've touched the flames themselves and I've danced with the devil.
Damnation torched my soul until it was black.
Then I see her.
I'm enthralled, but I can't speak to her.
She's too pure.
She doesn't need to see my torched soul.
She doesn't need to taste my damnation.
I watch what I can't have.
I swear I'll protect her.
Even if she doesn't know I'm there.
I get more...
She loves books.
I wonder if I could love them too.
She loves wine.
I imagine us sharing a glass.
Imagination. What a tease.
She feels me there.
Sees me out of the corner of her eye.
I'm the reason the hair on the back of her neck is standing up.
But I stay in the shadows where I belong.
Until I can't.
Until the day I see her cry.
Those tears feel like open wounds.
I want to heal them.
But all she does is run.
So I follow.
I won't stop until she no longer has a reason to cry.
Even if it means I have to ride through the fires of hell one more time.