Captivated (Complete Serial): The Dragons

By Ella Elias

Darla had a plan for her life. Finish school. Write the definitive book for her field. Maybe settle down with a mild-tempered man who completes the later suburban dream. A hot biker named Link doesn't fit the equation, but her cousin Vinnie's tendency to throw his and Darla's lives off course has ensured her need to reevaluate how a motorcycle club and its flaming hot general might now have to fit into her life plan.

 

An unusual biker romance (a novel in 3-parts)

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3Distributions
• Release date: Jan 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497729728

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Captivated (Complete Serial)

Captivated (The Dragons) Bundle

Captivated (The Dragons)

Captivated 2: (The Dragons)

An unusual Biker romance

Captivated 3

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Captivated (The Dragons) Bundle

(a complete novel in 3 parts)

51,825 words

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Guys like Link aren't in Darla's plan. He's one of the generals of the Dragons MC, and she's determined to finish her education and make something of herself. Cousin Vinnie's problems have a way of throwing her plans a number of curveballs, though, and finding herself under Link's watchful guard puts them far too close for comfort.

Turns out, the skill she has with synthesizing herbal pharmaceuticals could prove valuable to the Dragons, and if she accepts their offer, she can keep her wayward cousin safe. When she fails to resist the magnetic pull between she and Link, however, she realizes she's in so deep, she may never be able to return to her old life, as planned.

Can she handle the perils of working for a motorcycle club? As quickly as Link takes her heart captive, does she truly have a choice?

An unusual biker romance (a novel in 3-parts)

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#1

When Darla's cousin Vinnie screws up, yet again, it lands her in the cage of the local 'Dragons' motorcycle club. Livid, she demands to be set free immediately, refusing to give into the effect one biker has on her in particular. When she's offered a deal in exchange for Vinnie's safety despite him losing the club's shipment and disappearing, Darla takes it, but try as she might, Link's effect on her starts to wear at her resistance while she works to pay off her cousin's debt.

#2

Darla tries to keep an open mind while she waits for Koro's word on her efforts to pay off her cousin's debt, but her worries about Vinnie are heavy on her mind. When Koro asks her to accept a job with the Dragons and continue her work as a paid contractor, she accepts, even when the MC president invites Link and Darla to an intimate party she's not quite ready for. After the Bikers ride out to break Vinnie away from the Ghosts, Darla begins to realize how strong of a hold Koro's drug and the larger mystery surrounding it have on him and the other test subjects in the club.

#3

Getting to work on Koro's proposed change for Hypno isn't as easy as Darla's first attempt at synthesizing the drug, and Vinnie's predictable spiral out of control threatens Link and Darla's connection in a way that might become permanent. When the Ghosts invite Darla for an informative chat, Link's safety is compromised, and she has to decide once and for all if she's staying by his side or cutting her ties to the Dragons MC altogether.

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Captivated (The Dragons)

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A 13, 423K word/ 60 page motor club novelette

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When Darla's cousin Vinnie screws up, yet again, it lands her in the cage of the local  'Dragons' motorcycle club. Livid, she demands to be set free immediately, refusing to give into the effect one biker has on her in particular. When she's offered a deal in exchange for Vinnie's safety despite him losing the club's shipment and disappearing, Darla takes it, but try as she might, Link's effect on her starts to wear at her resistance while she works to pay off her cousin's debt.

Let me out of here!

It was probably the fifth time I'd demanded it, but the shirtless hulk blocking the door only shifted uncomfortably and looked away. I frowned. Clearly he was the gentle giant sort, but he wasn't going to come to my rescue.

I'd never felt so humiliated. What the hell did these assholes think they were doing?

I kicked the lower part of the cage I'd been thrown into, opting to lean against the wall instead of sitting on the bed. Who knew what the hell had taken place on that mattress before I was thrown in here? I was repulsed by the possibilities and made due with the cold bricks at my back.

Would it have killed me to wear a fall jacket?

I rubbed as much life into my arms as I could and leaned back, my frown deepening. It couldn't have been more than 62 degrees in the room. It had been cold when they brought me through the office, as well.

I truly couldn't believe this shit.

How did my cousin get himself caught up with these muscleheads? And worse, how had he botched things up so grandly that I was now the focus of their attentions?

My attention turned to the door when I heard the clank of keys, and I drew a deep breath, drawing up my inner warrior from the depths of my rage. I might not have any weapons, but they were holding me against my will.

I reserved right to be pissed.

I narrowed my eyes when the door opened.

Maybe it was a shift change for the big guy? I hoped it was more like my chance to find out what the hell was going on.

I realized pretty quickly that the latter wish might be on the agenda when a less lumbering member of the pack sauntered into the room, rippling biceps and taut abdomen on display through his tight A-shirt, dragons and smoke trailing his arm in black ink. So the God's gift member of the crew had come to grace me with his presence? He'd be in for a surprise. I wasn't a giggling dumb-ass by a long shot.

I steeled myself as much as I possibly could, my glare dagger-like as I watched him whisper something to the giant, who then promptly made his way out to the hallway.

He turned his focus to me then, and the sight of his dark eyes for the first time unsettled me. He had the sort of gaze that drew power out of the room. They were eyes I wouldn't fuck with, which is probably why I'd never make it in the criminal underworld.

Which was good. I wasn't interested in being good at cut throat shit.

I frowned for good measure, but I realized that I didn't mean it half as much as I had a moment before.

Everyone treating you alright? the smoky-eyed hunk asked, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a lighter with a flame insignia metal-worked into it with what looked like real diamonds, rubies, and onyx.

Oh, I'm having a lovely time, I spat, I hoped, convincingly.

He'd sent me off of my balance with a look and a few words.

I felt like an idiot, but I'd be damned if I'd let him see that.

He quarter-laughed, punctuating the sound with a point as he turned his gaze to the floor and lifted his cigarette to his mouth, sufficiently chilling me further.

Was that like... a thing he did before he went all violent?

Was he the loose screw in the crew? Is that why they'd sent him in here? To tame me?

I looked him over warily. He filled the room like a phantom, and I grew quiet. I was still angry, but something about the way he looked at me made me want to hear what he had to say. It was ridiculous that I would even consider he might have something reasonable to suggest, but there it was. I was captivated by the dark of his gaze and the cherry red of his lips, which he pressed together contemplatively, like he was thinking something over.

I was... the bumbling idiot I'd just asserted I wasn't. It would remain my little secret though.

I think we've been nice to you.

He said it like it was a prelude to a larger, more impressive point. Like it was the grand, flourishing drape over a perfectly set stage. Like the show was about to begin, and I might or might not like it once it did.

I forced a pout to my lip, but it didn't seem to affect him, to my non-surprise.

Has anyone laid a hand on you or denied you anything to eat?

I cocked my head, giving him a look that asked him to get to the point, but I didn't answer him. One minute you're partying with friends, the next you're riding on the back of a motor bike with your hand tied to the asshole chauffeuring you to a literally, cold cage of a cell with a bed that's probably been used in several amateur prison porn videos.

The night was not supposed to end like this.

Tall, dark, and scary took another deep drag of his cigarette, looking me over appraisingly. It wasn't a threatening look, thankfully. I could see that he was profiling me the way someone in the FBI might do to a suspect, but I felt a little naked under his gaze.

He had eyes like that. Maybe he was a Scorpio. My first boyfriend was a Scorpio, and he had eyes like that. It seemed like they could see everything inside of you.

Do you know why you're here, Darla?

I inhaled loudly, my irritation beginning to rise again. Maybe I wasn't so intimidated by him after all.

You Tarzan, me Jane? I asked bitterly, my adrenaline flowing again as I stared him down.

He gave me that quarter-laugh again and licked his lips, taking another drag of his cigarette.

What can I get you to eat, sweet thing?

Oh the fucking nerve. Sweet thing?

He was obviously trying to get a rise out of me.

I didn't answer that question, either. If I hadn't known how my spirit reacted under pressure before, now I did. I didn't care how dark, eerily calm, or pretty he was. He had no right to keep me in a cage. Fuck him.

Not hungry?

His eyebrows rose.

You're a fiery one. I'll give you that. You're going to have to eat sometime, though.

My eyes met his with an unmistakable dare, and he gave me a nod. I watched, still burning imaginary holes into him with my eyes, as he reached into his vest, his Claw embroidered cuff slipping over a six-pack that should come with a just slather with oil tag and pulled a small bell out of his pocket.

He turned his gaze to me, looking me over a moment longer than necessary, and set the  tiny bell at the foot of the metal mesh closing me off from him.

Ring it when you're ready to talk.

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Talk about what exactly?

Did these assholes think I knew something? I had zero ideas about why I was there, save for the fact that there was only one person who could have motivated these bike-riding danger chasers to glance my way.

I rubbed the circulation back into my arms and slid to a crouch against the wall. I was freezing, but I wouldn't even let myself look at the bell. The thought was just ridiculous to me. Ringing the bell was the equivalent of crying Uncle, and I hadn't even been here overnight, yet. There was no way in hell I was doing it.

My thoughts turned to Vinnie, and I considered that this hadn't been the first time he'd gotten me into a bind due to a sheer lack of cautionary thinking on his part.

It was crazy to me just how thoughtless he could be, but I'd always protected him. He'd had a jacked up start in life, and my grandmother couldn't stand him. I think he reminded her of my uncle, and she saw nothing but trouble when she laid eyes on him.

That feeling came across in her tone and the different ways she doled out punishments. I was more a nerd until I started developing, so my grades usually lived up to expectations, and my idea of fun consisted of making jointed paper dolls, their props, grand world ensembles, and kick-ass gowns. Most of the trouble I found myself in was because of Vinnie, and she knew it. I guess that's why I always wound up half-punished, while he got the belt, missed meals when she sent him to bed early, and far less affection.

That had to be why I wasn't as enraged with him as I could've been right then. He'd gone off and done something stupid, but he'd inherited the wild inclinations, and he hadn't enjoyed any encouragement that he could even possibly turn out differently than his dad.

He'd gotten affirmations that he was exactly his father's son and could only go on to become trouble. Maybe it would have been different if Grandma had been more patient.

I sighed thinking about it, feeling even more deflated having turned my thoughts in that direction. She had her reasons for being cold, too. She'd lost... a lot because of Uncle Mickey.

I bristled at the sound of my captor calling out to someone off in the distance, and another frown crossed my face. How long was I going to be here? This wasn't the time-out corner. Vinnie had gotten me into some serious shit this time.

Turn it up a few degrees, I don't think she's gonna use the blankets, I heard him say, and despite my anger with him, I was relieved (and a fair bit warmer after another hour or so). The room temperature eventually leveled out around 70 degrees, and I was finally able to sleep, as a result.

It didn't take me longer than fifteen minutes to fall into the void that opened up when my eyes slipped closed.

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I hated ringing the bell, well throwing the bell at the door,  but I did. I couldn't go without breakfast for a third day. It wasn't getting me anywhere, and I was weak. I felt like I was half-there, like someone walking between two worlds.

A smiling, scantily clad bar maid opened the door for me, her pretty eyes assessing me with a glance. She didn't ask even one question when she unlocked the metal mesh.

I stepped out from it, probably looking like death herself, and a sympathetic smile crossed her face.

It's better to play along, she said, and when I didn't respond, she left her efforts at conversational advice at that.

I followed her to the main door and out of it, my vision adjusting to the brighter lights of the warehouse hall beyond it. The bar maid checked for me, like she was turning to see if I was still standing, and I followed her down the hall to a door a series of steps that led us up a few flights, through a few halls, and into a lounge of some sort.

I couldn't tell immediately if it