Savage Heart: A Savages MC Biker Romance: Savages MC, #1

By Sara Fawkes

My name is Eve Parker, and I'm as normal as can be. Well, at least I was.

His name is Ash, and he's the enforcer for the Savage Legion motorcycle club. I never imagined a man like him would even look at me, let alone pursue me relentlessly. One touch of his hand leaves me melting, but I know he is bad news. I almost let things go too far the very first time we met, then he disappeared on me.

He's not the sort of boy any good girl usually goes after; I should leave it alone, but I can't get him out of my head. Apparently he feels the same way because he keeps showing up wherever I go. I've done my research about his club: the Savages are an outlaw 1%er biker club, which means they're not good. In fact, they're only good at being bad. I need to stay away if I know what's good for me, but...

He's magnificent. He makes me feel incredible, at least when he's not pissing me off. I don't get his choices or his lifestyle, but there's so much more to this man than the patches and the motorcycle. The more glimpses he gives me of what's beneath the shell, the more I want to find out.

But when bad things happening within the club, my fascination for Ash could very well end up getting me killed... 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sara Fawkes
• Release date: May 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498937252

Sara Fawkes

Sara Fawkes is the international bestselling author of the "Anything He Wants" series. She currently resides in California with a codependent dog and two needy conures, but loves seeing the world atop her motorcycle. Writing is her full time dream job, and she couldn't be happier with her new lifetime career. You can find her on Twitter @sarafawkes or her website http://www.sarafawkes.net.

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Savage Heart

A Savages MC Novella

by

Sara Fawkes

Savage Heart

Copyright 2014 Sara Fawkes

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To my readers, because you are AWESOME! Thank all of you who helped me figure out the perfect hero name when we were down to the wire.

And to the Dude, who gave me an appreciation for all things motorcycle (including riding one of my own). Love you, babe.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter One

Rancid, the biker sitting beside me, lived up to his nickname. Alcohol and other, fouler odors emanated from the man, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. I desperately tried not to breathe through my nose, but it was tough.

See, I’ve been with this club for going on eight years now. His words were slurred but still understandable. You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve seen, but it’s all good right? Because these are my brothers.

Whatever danger I’d been expecting on this investigation, so far I was underwhelmed. The only reason I tolerated Rancid's presence was because he liked to talk, especially to pretty ladies. It wasn't without its sacrifices however. The drunker he got, the more touchy-feely he became. I suppressed a shudder when his hand rested on my knee.

You’re not like the girls we usually get in here, he murmured, the words running together. He leaned forward, and I did my best not to lean away from him. I like that.

He wasn’t joking about me standing apart. In hindsight, maybe I should have tried to blend in better. I was definitely the only lady—and I used the term loosely—in the bar wearing slacks. Most of the other women were my age or younger, and dressed in as little clothing as possible. There were a few older woman in jeans and leather vests scattered through the bar, but they generally stuck beside their men or in groups among themselves.

You know, Rancid went on, I’ve always had a thing for redheads. He gave me a wide smile, twin gold teeth glinting in the low bar light. Bet you’re killer in the sack.

Oh yeah, scintillating conversation. This interview was going nowhere, but I didn’t know how to extricate myself. The bar was packed, especially for a Saturday afternoon, but I had a feeling Rancid would follow me around. He had that puppy dog look, and I had neither the heart nor the balls to tell him what I really thought.

If I wanted to investigate motorcycle gangs, I was in the right place. There were several motorcycle clubs milling about, the result of that morning’s poker run. I didn’t have a motorcycle or anyone to ride with, so I’d planted myself at the final stop hoping to find a story. Rancid’s patch said that he was a member of the Savage Legion, a club that I’d read about before in the news.

If I was looking for a mad, bad biker story, however, I was barking up the wrong tree.

Maybe I should have held out for someone else.

My old lady left me a while back, Rancid continued, his hand moving up my thigh. But she wasn’t nearly as pretty as you.

I shuddered and tried to keep from pulling away. The story, get the story, then shower later. So, ah, what do you do for the Savages?

His barrel chest puffed up with pride. I’m a full-patch member, and that means I get all the good shit. He leaned forward. Especially the ladies.

I thought I was going to pass out from his breath—the smell could have curdled milk. What are the membership requirements? I managed, struggling to breathe.

A motorcycle and military service.

The words hadn’t come from Rancid, and I turned to see someone else standing right behind me. All I saw for a moment was a black vest, but as my eyes travelled upwards I sucked in a breath. The man behind me was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Like most of the other bikers here, he wore a leather vest with various patches on the front. Unlike most others in the room however, he was clean-shaven, without the beard I’d come to expect. Piercing blue eyes peered at me beneath dark shaggy hair. My eyes travelled along a strong jaw line covered in dark stubble.

I realized I was staring and, not knowing what else to do, held out my hand. I had the feeling he knew more about me than I did him, and didn’t like that. Before I could ask his name however, Rancid’s fingers dug into my thigh possessively and I winced.

Back off, Ash, Rancid growled, tugging at me possessively. She’s mine.

This time I couldn’t help but lean away, which only made Rancid grab me harder. The newcomer’s brow furrowed and his lips thinned into a firm line. His expression made me wonder if Rancid wasn’t about to get his ass handed to him, but then he clapped a hand on the older biker’s back. I think I heard Sunny ask about you, he murmured, gesturing toward the rear of the bar.

Just like that, Rancid had forgotten me. Really?

Why don’t you go say hi?

To my surprise, the large man all but fell off the barstool and staggered across the room toward a group of ladies. My eyes followed after the drunken biker, curious to see what would happen next. I wasn’t sure who this Sunny was, but I’d have to thank her someday.

Looking away, I fiddled with my drink on the bar before clearing my throat as the newcomer took Rancid’s chair. So, who’s Sunny?

A club girl he’s been trying to fuck for a while. She knows the game, don’t worry. He won’t bother you again tonight.

I snorted. So I’m easily forgotten. There’s a blow to the old ego.

He grinned, and my mouth went dry. Oh, I’d say you definitely stand out.

I could only stare, unable to think of a witty comeback. Men like this shouldn’t be allowed to be so damn gorgeous. I’d conditioned myself to expect men like Rancid, but the biker beside me didn’t fit the stereotype I held in my mind. He was young, maybe in his early thirties. The leather vest he wore was form-fitting, showing off wide shoulders and a narrow waist. He also smelled nice, a welcomed relief after being beside Rancid.

I didn’t realize I was leaning in toward him until my elbow brushed his vest. His grinned widened, and my face grew hot. Immediately I straightened up, looking back at the bar and trying to still my beating heart.

So, what exactly are you here for anyway?

It sounded as though he was flirting with me, but something about his question made me sit up straighter. I’m an investigative reporter for a local news station, I said, being as honest as I felt comfortable with. I wasn’t sure how they’d respond to the truth, but I didn’t want them to think I was spying. A silly fear, given my reason for being there was essentially that, but I figured I’d be as up front as possible.

I’ve seen you on TV. He studied me for a moment. You do the occasional fluff story, don’t you?

My lips thinned. I’m trying to move up the ladder, I said in a curt voice. If I can bring an interesting story to my bosses, maybe I’ll get noticed for better segments. I held out my hand. Eve Parker, although I’m sure you knew my name already.

He took my hand but didn’t