Taken by the Outlaw: Screaming Eagles MC, #2

By Kara Parker

Taken by the Outlaw is book 2 of the Screaming Eagles MC trilogy. Book 3, Bound to the Outlaw, is available everywhere now!

I hate him

Even in handcuffs, he’s still thinking with the head between his legs. I can tell from the way he’s staring at me—like a shark that’s caught the scent of blood. 

Like he already owns me.

One look at his rock-hard body and I can feel my resolve unraveling. One cocky grin and everything else is wiped from my mind.

Everything but his rough hands.

His fiery kiss.

And a voice from deep inside of me, screaming for more.

All I have to do is un-cuff him, and he’ll do the rest.

I don’t just bed women, I corrupt them

Scorching hot sex isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want their bodies, I want their souls. The more incorruptible she seems, the hotter the challenge.

And Officer Grace Santiago seemed the most incorruptible of them all.

She thinks she’s the one in control here.

But I’m going to show her that it’s not about what she wants.

It’s about what I want. 

To own her.
To tame her. 
To make her beg and plead.

She just needs to undo my handcuffs.

I’ll take care of the rest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781540196316

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TAKEN BY THE OUTLAW: Screaming Eagles MC (Book 2)

By Kara Parker

I HATE HIM.

Even in handcuffs, he’s still thinking with the head between his legs. I can tell from the way he’s staring at me—like a shark that’s caught the scent of blood.

Like he already owns me.

One look at his rock-hard body and I can feel my resolve unraveling. One cocky grin and everything else is wiped from my mind.

Everything but his rough hands.

His fiery kiss.

And a voice from deep inside of me, screaming for more.

All I have to do is un-cuff him, and he’ll do the rest.

I don’t just bed women, I corrupt them.

Scorching hot sex isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want their bodies, I want their souls. The more incorruptible she seems, the hotter the challenge.

And Officer Grace Santiago seemed the most incorruptible of them all.

She thinks she’s the one in control here.

But I’m going to show her that it’s not about what she wants.

It’s about what I want.

To own her.

To tame her.

To make her beg and plead.

She just needs to undo my handcuffs.

I’ll take care of the rest.

Chapter 1

Falcon tore down the freeway. The road led away from the ocean and through the city towards the Screaming Eagles’ clubhouse. It was a Saturday night and the freeway was crowded with club kids and the rich and fabulous heading to their nighttime destination of choice. Every car he passed was filled with people wrapped up in their own worlds. None of them had any idea of the murder and chaos that rested just outside their city limits.

The people in these passing cars may have heard about the two successful busts against the Screaming Eagles, but it did not factor greatly into their lives. They may have caught a snippet on the news or seen a post online in passing, they may have noted it somewhere in the back of their minds, but then they promptly forgot it. They had no idea the huge power plays and well-planned machinations that occurred behind the scenes so they could enjoy the relative safety of a night out.

He had always wondered what life on the other side was like, what would it be like to have a normal nine-to-five job, to get up and put on a dress shirt and tie, to pack a lunch for work, to have health insurance. He never had any of those things ever in his life. His life had always been lived on the fringes and it always would be. But occasionally, at times like this, he couldn’t help but wonder what a normal life could be for him.

Falcon had everything on the line. His own life and the life of his daughter. If he messed up or if he was found out it would all be over. He had seen what the Screaming Eagles do to rats. He’d seen the damage first hand. The boss liked to make examples of people, to show what he was capable of. He was not a man of talk or empty bluster; he was a man of action who made good on his threats.

Even though he was nervous and his stomach was in one big knot, Falcon was still confident his boss hadn’t figured it out yet. He had a feeling that if Ernie knew, there would have been no text messages or phone calls. They would have found him and jumped him and drug him back to the clubhouse instead. He was being allowed to return on his own, that had to count for something.

He couldn’t let himself be nervous. He needed his hands to be steady and his voice to be strong. He had become adept at lying. For the longest time he believed the boss when he threatened that he could read men’s minds and knew when they were lying. He had never believed the mind reading part, but the part about knowing when someone was lying struck a chord in Falcon. He always believed the boss when he said liars had tells that gave them away. Maybe Falcon didn't have a tell, or maybe the boss had been bluffing the entire time. Either way, he had been lying to his boss for a week now and he still had no clue.

The realization gave him confidence. He had pulled it off this long, who’s to say he would ever get caught? He was good at this, better than his boss could have ever guessed. Hell, Falcon would have never thought he could get away with something like this, but here he was going from screwing a cop straight back to work, no breaks in between.

He pulled up to the Screaming Eagles’ clubhouse and parked his bike in a line with the rest. He looked around the parking lot half expecting someone to jump out of the woods and grab him. But the parking lot was empty and silent, only rows and rows of bikes gleaming in the moonlight. No one was waiting for him outside, that had to be a good sign. He didn’t want to look suspicious, so he didn't hesitate, hopping off his bike and swaggering to the front door.

How long could he keep this up, though? Eventually he would get caught in a lie. Eventually his luck would run out or fate would intervene and he would pass some random person on the road who would tell someone else and person by person it would get back to the club that Falcon had not been where he said he had been. So he needed to keep his lies simple and as close to the truth as possible.

He swung open the door to the clubhouse and was met with a half-full house. The normal assortment of groupies and old ladies were gathered in their corner, passing cigarettes to each other and using an old beer can as an ashtray. There were a couple of guys at the pool table and a few more sitting at the bar drinks in hand. It was quiet and subdued in the clubhouse. Men had been arrested, they had lost a lot of money, and no one was in the mood to party.

The boss's door was closed. Normally Big Chris was the gatekeeper to Ernie. He used to stand at the door and permit those the boss wanted to see through the door. But Big Chris was in jail now on some pretty hefty charges. Falcon wondered if the boss had set Big Chris and Billy up with a lawyer, or if they had been left to fend for themselves.

He hadn’t been jumped when he walked in the door and Falcon took that for a good sign. He walked past the groupies with a nod. In leaner times he might have gone over to see if there was anyone knew. But he had Grace now, and there was no groupie or old lady who could compete with her. He waved to the guys at the pool table and headed to the bar.

Hey, Rick, Falcon said, leaning against the chipped and stained bar. Is the boss around? I got a call he wanted to see me.

Rick gave Falcon a look over the tap as he poured an unasked for beer. Rick was an older man, one of the