Overtaken: War Dogs MC, #1

By Paula Cox

Overtaken is book 1 of the War Dogs MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Overtaken and Bound and Overtaken and Bent are available everywhere now!

I'll take her and take her and take her again.

She didn't ask for this. She didn't need this.
But this is exactly what she's getting:
A towering, ripped, tatted bad boy with a hunger for her body…
And the appetite to feast on her – over and over again.

KENDRA

He turned my paradise into a war zone.
I can never forgive him.

But he doesn't give a damn about that.
Because he's the type of man who asks neither forgiveness nor permission.
He just takes what he wants – over, and over, and over again – until he's had his fill.

And then he takes some more.

It's not as if I didn't see this coming.
Bad boy bikers are always trouble – no surprises there.
But I let the outlaw into my life anyway.

I just never dreamed that soon my life and body would be in his hands.

There was no reason to trust him.
But when he crushes his lips on mine, makes me beg for more….
I can't say no.
I can't struggle.
And I can't help but agree every single time he presses his lips against my ear and growls,
"You belong to me."

ALLEN

She probably would've lived a happy life if she'd never met me.
That's too damn bad.
Because I came barging in and I sure as hell ain't apologizing for my intrusion.

She's mine now, for better and for worse.
Even if I didn't mean to bring my fight to her doorstep.
Even if she definitely didn't need the trouble.

I'm here now.
So just f**king get used to it.

At first, she was just an innocent bystander
But everything changed once I got a taste of her.
Possessed her.
Owned her like only an outlaw savage can.

But now, a sadist has us in his crosshairs.
He wants us both six feet under.

What that sick son of a b!tch doesn't know is this:
No one takes what's mine.
Not without a vicious fight.
Not today. Not ever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386356370

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Overtaken: A Motorcycle Club Romance (War Dogs MC Book 1)

By Paula Cox

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I’ll take her and take her and take her again.

SHE DIDN’T ASK FOR this. She didn’t need this.

But this is exactly what she’s getting:

A towering, ripped, tatted bad boy with a hunger for her body...

And the appetite to feast on her – over and over again.

KENDRA

He turned my paradise into a war zone.

I can never forgive him.

But he doesn’t give a damn about that.

Because he’s the type of man who asks neither forgiveness nor permission.

He just takes what he wants – over, and over, and over again – until he’s had his fill.

And then he takes some more.

It’s not as if I didn’t see this coming.

Bad boy bikers are always trouble – no surprises there.

But I let the outlaw into my life anyway.

I just never dreamed that soon my life and body would be in his hands.

There was no reason to trust him.

But when he crushes his lips on mine, makes me beg for more....

I can’t say no.

I can’t struggle.

And I can’t help but agree every single time he presses his lips against my ear and growls,

You belong to me.

ALLEN

She probably would’ve lived a happy life if she’d never met me.

That’s too damn bad.

Because I came barging in and I sure as hell ain’t apologizing for my intrusion.

She’s mine now, for better and for worse.

Even if I didn’t mean to bring my fight to her doorstep.

Even if she definitely didn’t need the trouble.

I’m here now.

So just f**king get used to it.

At first, she was just an innocent bystander

But everything changed once I got a taste of her.

Possessed her.

Owned her like only an outlaw savage can.

But now, a sadist has us in his crosshairs.

He wants us both six feet under.

What that sick son of a b!tch doesn’t know is this:

No one takes what’s mine.

Not without a vicious fight.

Not today. Not ever.

Chapter 1

Kendra was tapping her fingernails on her computer, making notes as she went along. This market research was going to take a lot of time, she had figured already, but now it was proving to be more difficult than she had expected. She was going to need some help.

She had the perfect product; a revolutionary technique and technology in the pedicure industry that she knew would sell like hotcakes. But she needed to market it correctly. For that, she first needed an infomercial.

Kendra, you have a client waiting for you in Studio 1. Edward popped his head in through the curtains in Kendra’s office to say. She looked up at him with a grimace.

There weren’t any clients on my calendar for today, she said with her brows crossed. Edward was her manager. He managed the four pedicure specialists who worked at the parlor and did a very good job at it. Kendra was on the highest rung; she was a master pedicure specialist and only took on high-end clients based on a strict one-client per-day booking policy. Her clients were regulars, paid large sums of money and booked a seat in her studio weeks in advance.

I know, I know, Edward said, walking into her office and pulling the curtains shut behind him. He had an excited look in his eyes; his face was nearly breaking into a smile. Kendra was confused. What was going on?

They paid five hundred dollars to secure the place, Edward explained in a near whisper. Kendra’s brow shot up. This was a first. She knew she charged more for a pedicure than anybody else in the state, but more than double her charge? Nobody had ever offered her that much money for a pedicure.

I couldn’t say no, Edward continued, walking up to her desk. Kendra stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

Who are they? Do we know them? she asked him, shutting down her laptop. Edward was right; they couldn’t say no. And especially now that she needed all the extra money she could get to fund her infomercial.

It was a little suspicious if I’m being honest. Edward was speaking while Kendra had a quick look at herself in the mirror. She usually tied her straight, shiny blonde hair up in a ponytail at work. Her bangs fell low over her eyes forming a sharp edge at the sides of her eyelids.

I got a call for the booking, and they credited our account with the money even before they had made the call. It was a little strange actually, Edward continued, while Kendra smoothened the top of her hair and licked her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her green eyes were large and sparkling.

That is strange, she said, with a pinched face as she turned to look at Edward. Anyway, I shouldn’t keep her waiting. See you in a bit. Thanks, Edward, she said before walking out of her office and over to her personal work studio where she expected the client to be waiting.

She entered the room noiselessly, already noticing her client sitting on the large plush leather chair, facing away from the door. Even from the back, this girl looked beautiful. She had shoulder length dark straight hair, a slim, slender body and tender shoulders. She looked very short too, but had to be an adult, Kendra thought.

She cleared her throat, Hi there, she said.

The girl gave a jerk and turned her face sideways to look at Kendra. She looked Asian, had small dark eyes, and clear, smooth skin. The eye that Kendra could see looked sullen and unhappy. Her lips were tightly pressed together in a grim line. She didn’t reply to Kendra’s words.

I’m Kendra. Kendra Simmons. I believe you asked for me personally. She held her hand out towards the girl who didn’t make a move.

I’m sorry, do you speak English? Kendra asked her, and the girl suddenly smiled and shook her head vigorously. It seemed like she had finally understood something that Kendra had said. Kendra smiled too. The girl had an innocent, charming smile that instantly soothed her soul.

That won’t be a problem. We don’t have to talk. Kendra kept smiling, aware now that the girl might not understand anything that was being said. The girl continued to smile, and Kendra dusted her hands.

Right, let’s begin? she asked, and the girl stared back at her blankly. Kendra turned from her to arrange the equipment needed for the pedicure.

Yi, the girl suddenly said, and Kendra turned to her, still smiling. That was the first word she had spoken.

Yi? Kendra emulated the sound.

Name. Yi, the girl said, her thick dark hair shaking slightly as she spoke. Kendra smiled and nodded.

Your name is Yi. Nice to meet you, Yi, she said and brought the equipment to Yi, placing them on the floor in front of her feet. Now Kendra was right in front of the girl as she arranged the stool and the other things and when she finally looked up, she saw Yi’s face fully for the first time. She had a dark purple bruise under her left eye that extended all the way to the center of her left cheek. Kendra hadn’t seen this side of her cheek earlier, and she nearly gasped in surprise but managed to compose herself.

But Yi had noticed the change in Kendra’s expression, and she raised her delicate fingers to feel the bruise lightly before dropping her hands down to her lap again and clasping her fingers together tightly.

Kendra looked at Yi, and Yi looked back at her. She knew it was none of her business what went on in the personal life of her clients, but physical abuse towards a harmless, defenseless young girl like this, was something that affected Kendra deeply, as much as she tried to ignore it, and as much as it was none of her business.

Kendra decided to remain quiet as she washed Yi’s delicate small feet. She gathered all her materials, including the new ones