Lawson.” Kult dipped his head as I approached.Īwareness rustled through the bodies standing at the door to get inside as I advanced on the crowd. I lit a smoke and strode for the entrance, my boots crunching on the loose gravel as I went. The glow of club lights and the sound of heavy music seeped through the thick block walls. Killing the rumbling engine, I kicked the stand and swung off. I stopped at the front and planted my boots on the ground so I could roll my bike back. Against it, the neon lights gleamed and glowed from the two-story building like beacons of debauchery, flashing over the slew of cars and bikes lined in a row near the entrance. The sky above was nothing but a blanket of black. It was just before ten when I eased my bike into the packed parking lot at the front of the club.ĭarkness had long descended on the small city of Redemption Hills, California. Most Titles are Free with Kindle UnlimitedĪ collaboration with USA Today Bestselling Author, Rebecca Shea Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Names, characters, places, and plots are a product of the author’s imagination. The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Proofreading by Julia Griffis, The Romance Bibliophile Please protect this art form by not pirating. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior permission of the publisher.
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