 
(Hounds of Hell MC)
  Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense
  Date Published: November 1, 2024
   
   
  Margot -- I've loved Ryder since we were kids, but he's never been the type
    to stick with anyone for long. Being a deputy sheriff means I see the world
    differently--by the law. He’s the opposite. The Mafia took my father
    from me. When they return to threaten everything I care about, including
    Ryder, I realize the line between right and wrong isn’t so clear. If
    we’re going to survive this, I’ll need Ryder’s strength.
    Maybe this time, we’ll face danger together.
  Ryder -- Margot’s been right in front of me for years, but I’m
    the guy who never sticks around. Commitment? Not for me. Now she’s all
    I see. When the Mafia comes after the Hounds, everything is at stake.
    Margot’s not just a deputy sheriff -- she’s the woman I’ve
    always needed. The woman I love. I’ll die before I let anything happen
    to her.
  EXCERPT
  Ryder
  The next day Ryder smiled to read the text from Margot Donner.
  Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
    later today.
  They’d become close after her mother’s death. She was the only
    woman he’d ever kept as a friend for years and never fucked. Yeah, she
    was a cop, but she was one of his favorite people.
  “What are you grinning about?” Beast asked, shifting pillows
    behind Ryder’s back.
  Ryder wasn’t admitting to shit. He had a reputation to maintain.
    “Just waiting to hear Axel got these fuckers,” Ryder told him,
    groaning as the bigger biker hauled him up into a sitting position on the
    bed.
  “That’s it, huh?” Beast went over to the desk in
    Ryder’s room at the clubhouse, lifted off a tray that held his
    lunch.
  Beast’s dark-eyed gaze was filled with humor. His muscular friend,
    with his wild fringe of dark hair, towered over Ryder in the bed. Once he
    situated the tray in front of Ryder, his beefy arms folded across the wide
    expanse of his chest. The face of the dark wolf inked on his friend’s
    forearm drew his attention with its sinister gaze.
  “Maybe,” Ryder said, steadying the tray on his lap, shaking his
    head. His MC brothers were still feeding him soup and applesauce. “Can
    I get something solid?”
  Beast shook his head. “Nah, you need to heal up.”
  Ryder snorted. “I’m full of fucking holes. I’m surprised
    this shit isn’t running right out of me the minute I eat
    it.”
  The chime of Beast’s phone had him fishing his device out of his
    pocket. “Yep?”
  The deep voice on the other end of the phone sounded like Hero.
  Ryder tried hard to listen -- he knew his twin brother was handling things,
    especially with his girl in danger. Still irked him greatly that he
    couldn’t be there to fight at Axel’s side. To have his back.
    That had always been the deal between them. To always have each
    other’s back.
  As Beast listened to whatever Hero said, Ryder let his head fall back
    against the pillows with a deep sigh. Alex, now Axel, had been born first by
    seven minutes. A fact his twin had never thrown in his face, never used at
    all. And Axel certainly earned the part of the older brother even though
    they were identical. Axel could be counted on when Ryder needed him. If he
    was hung over from a night of partying, Axel let him stay home and took up
    the slack at work. When he got himself into the occasional fight, Axel
    tipped the scales if he’d underestimated the other guy. Or came to
    bail him out.
  Ryder also had spent years watching his brother earn everyone’s
    respect. His brother and Hero made all the business decisions for the
    garage. When it came to dirty jobs the club needed doing, Axel was among the
    first approached. Cool-headed and calculating, Axel didn’t miss a damn
    thing.
  Ryder didn’t command the same respect. He wasn’t disrespected.
    And he got important jobs from the club. Okay, maybe Ryder wasn’t as
    cool and calculated as his twin. But he was a good shot, a damn good fighter
    with any weapon or hand-to-hand combat. And when crazy was called for? He
    could do crazy all day long.
  Yes, Ryder was a ladies’ man. Axel took comfort from the occasional
    sweet butt although not to the extent Ryder did. He liked the ladies and
    didn’t limit himself to the ones who came to every party fishing for a
    Hound to claim her as his old lady. He liked his women fast and flashy, like
    his bikes. Ryder appreciated a nice ride.
  Unlike his bikes, he never stayed with any woman more than a few weeks.
    “Love” was amazing the first few weeks. But as attachment tried
    to take hold, Ryder felt himself being strangled by those thin vines of
    commitment.
  “It’s done,” Beast told him, ending the call.
    “Sounds like a fucking free-for-all. Sheriff Sawyer got to the Mafia
    guys first, then once our guys got there, Axel beat the shit out of his
    girl’s ex. Probably the same fucker who shot you and killed Elsie and
    Clyde over at Cowboy Pete’s.”
  Ryder smiled. He knew Axel would deal with it.
  “The guy dead?” Ryder asked, bracing for regret. It would have
    been nice to put down the guy who shot him full of holes -- or gave the
    order -- himself.
  “Nah,” Beast told him. “Sawyer took him in.”
  That could spell trouble down the road.
  “At least Axel’s old lady is a little safer,” the other
    biker told him as he wandered out of his room. “Until they let him
    out.”
  Axel’s old lady.
  Everyone called her Angel but if he remembered rightly, her name was Sadie.
    Was she his twin’s old lady?
  Yeah, the way it started out, Ryder’d assumed she was some sort of
    pity thing his brother had taken on. But weeks went by after she decided to
    hide in Mercy, and his brother stayed close to her all that time. By the
    time her ex and his men found her, yeah, he had to admit they’d felt
    like a couple. The young woman looked at his brother like a knight in
    shining armor. That wasn’t anything new. Ryder had seen that before.
    His brother had a soft spot for women and kids.
  It wasn’t until the party Saturday night when Axel brought her to the
    clubhouse that it hit Ryder. The way his twin looked at her. Damn. He should
    have noticed before. His brother had found love, and he knew next to nothing
    about the woman except she’d been horribly abused by her ex and looked
    at his brother like he hung the fucking moon.
  Shouldn’t he know something about his brother’s girl? If she
    was in Axel’s life, she’d be in his too. Hell, they’d
    brought her to the clubhouse a couple of days ago to keep her safe. Ryan
    heard her hustling around beyond his door. She never popped in to check on
    him though.
  Lying still with the pain bleeding vividly into his awareness, Ryder
    reached for his pain meds, taking a double dose now that he knew his brother
    was safe. His brother had saved his girl and beat the fucking bad guy. Axel
    had to be feeling pretty good about things about now.
  Ryder tried to shift on the bed to make himself comfortable, willing the
    pills to take the pain away sooner rather than later.
  He and Axel couldn’t have been further apart in life right now. His
    brother was the conquering hero, setting things right for his girl and his
    dumbass twin brother. Ryder went home with a girl, and she got shot in the
    face, killed. Ryder got shot with her, providing the enemy with a weak board
    in the fence. They had to take him out of the hospital to keep him safe from
    the Mafia until Axel resolved it. Didn’t that make him a useless pile
    of shit?
  Before his eyes slid shut, his gaze fell on his phone. He realized
    he’d never answered Margot, and he wanted to before he crashed.
    Lifting the phone in his shaking hand, he read back over the
    conversation.
  Margot: If you still think Razor is okay with it, I’ll come see you
    later today.
  About the Author
  Jamie Targaet is the author of the Hounds of Hell MC. She's anxious to
    introduce you to this club of gorgeous, dominant men and the lucky women who
    surrender to them. The ride is going to get wild at times, not going to lie.
    But there's thrilling action, scorching hot sex scenes, and all the
    feels. 
  Jamie writes erotic romance for Changeling Press, a little fanfiction on
    the side, and she's an aspiring horror writer in another life. She enjoys
    time with her family (including the fur babies). She likes good horror
    movies and shows, emo metal and classic rock, and time spent in other worlds
    writing and reading. She loves hearing from readers and is looking forward
    to hearing from you.
  
   
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