Slash: Savage Hearts MC, #1

By Vivian Gray

Slash is book 1 of the Savage Hearts MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Slash and Burn and Slash and Dominate are available everywhere now!

I sold him my innocence.

I just never thought he'd claim it like this.
Brutal. Savage. Reckless. Wild.
But there's no denying the truth:
The bad boy owns me now.

ERIN

I'm in over my head.
It just got out of control.
And before I could stop it, things were happening that I was powerless to stop.
I was on stage, barely dressed, while strange men offered cash bounties that made my jaw drop.

Then a voice came out of the back that cut through the chaos and froze my blood in my veins.
He said he'd own me…
Whatever the cost.

And that's when this nightmare truly began.

Because the man who bought me is the devil incarnate.
Slash is a bona fide killer, a ruthless biker bad boy with the ink and leather to match.
His motorcycle roars like some demon from below.
And those eyes… So hungry. So cruel.

From the moment the door shut and we were alone together, I knew that this could end only one way:
With me on my knees, begging the bad boy to own me.

SLASH

There are enough bodies in my past to fill a morgue.
Enough blood on my hands that I'll never truly be rid of it.
I've sinned, I've killed, I've broken people and left them to suffer in the darkness and the silence.

But it was all for the club.
All of it – everything I've ever done – was in the name of the Savage Hearts MC.

Until now.

This time, my sins are for me and me alone.
Because when I saw the girl on the stage, I knew I couldn't rest until I'd made her mine.

Every woman in my past was nothing more than a toy to me.
But Erin…

She lit a fire I didn't know I had.
It won't be enough to use her and throw her aside.

I need to take her senseless, then put her on the back of my chopper and ride into the sunset.
F**k all this chaos.
F**k all this war.
I'll brand this woman and put my baby in her so the whole damn world knows to keep their filthy hands off.

But the underworld where I've spent my whole life isn't so eager to let us escape.
There are men here who would love to see my head on a spike.
Along with the heads of everyone I've ever cared about.

And when they find out about the girl I've brought into my home…
They know I'm vulnerable now.

That's when they come for us.

So be it.
Let them.
I'm ready for one final war.
And I'll slay them all to protect what's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386148197

Book preview

Slash: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Savage Hearts MC Book 1)

By Vivian Gray

I sold him my innocence.

I JUST NEVER THOUGHT he’d claim it like this.

Brutal. Savage. Reckless. Wild.

But there’s no denying the truth:

The bad boy owns me now.

ERIN

I’m in over my head.

It just got out of control.

And before I could stop it, things were happening that I was powerless to stop.

I was on stage, barely dressed, while strange men offered cash bounties that made my jaw drop.

Then a voice came out of the back that cut through the chaos and froze my blood in my veins.

He said he’d own me...

Whatever the cost.

And that’s when this nightmare truly began.

Because the man who bought me is the devil incarnate.

Slash is a bona fide killer, a ruthless biker bad boy with the ink and leather to match.

His motorcycle roars like some demon from below.

And those eyes... So hungry. So cruel.

From the moment the door shut and we were alone together, I knew that this could end only one way:

With me on my knees, begging the bad boy to own me.

SLASH

There are enough bodies in my past to fill a morgue.

Enough blood on my hands that I’ll never truly be rid of it.

I’ve sinned, I’ve killed, I’ve broken people and left them to suffer in the darkness and the silence.

But it was all for the club.

All of it – everything I’ve ever done – was in the name of the Savage Hearts MC.

Until now.

This time, my sins are for me and me alone.

Because when I saw the girl on the stage, I knew I couldn’t rest until I’d made her mine.

Every woman in my past was nothing more than a toy to me.

But Erin...

She lit a fire I didn’t know I had.

It won’t be enough to use her and throw her aside.

I need to take her senseless, then put her on the back of my chopper and ride into the sunset.

F**k all this chaos.

F**k all this war.

I’ll brand this woman and put my baby in her so the whole damn world knows to keep their filthy hands off.

But the underworld where I’ve spent my whole life isn’t so eager to let us escape.

There are men here who would love to see my head on a spike.

Along with the heads of everyone I’ve ever cared about.

And when they find out about the girl I’ve brought into my home...

They know I’m vulnerable now.

That’s when they come for us.

So be it.

Let them.

I’m ready for one final war.

And I’ll slay them all to protect what’s mine.

Chapter 1

Erin

M om! I shout through the doorway, struggling to balance the large paper sacks of groceries in my arms and the house keys in the other. Are you up? I brought some dinner! There’s no answer, so I try again as I throw the sacks down at my feet. Come on, Mom! You know what the doctor said about trying to stay awake. It’s hard, I know, but you have to at least try to—

I’m up. I’m up. Mom walks through the hallway slowly, her hands grasping at the walls for support. She can barely lift her bald head up and the pink nightgown she’s wearing is the same one from yesterday, but I’ve never seen her look so beautiful.

I run to her side, grabbing her arm. I didn’t mean to literally ‘get up’, Mom. You know what the doctors said about—

Yes, Erin. I’m in those meetings too. You don’t need to remind me of what the doctors have to say. I know my own body.

Then you should know it needs to be laying down somewhere comfortable and warm – not walking around barefoot in a nightgown that’s clearly seen better days.

She eyes me knowingly. This was the nightgown my dad gave her about seventeen Christmases ago. It was the last gift he gave her before he disappeared on us. If I were her, I would have burned the damn thing the night he called to make it clear he wasn’t coming back to us. But she’s sentimental like that and a complete cheapskate.

The one time I asked why she keeps it, she barked out back, Why would I want to waste a perfectly good nightgown on my anger towards that man?

Now, she never takes it off. I’ve tried buying her new ones from Goodwill or offering up a pair of my comfy pajamas, but she scoffs at everything. She wants the one with the pink lace barely holding on at the seams – the one that perhaps still smells like him and his cologne and cigarettes when she closes her eyes tight enough.

And how could I say no to a dying woman? I wash the thing when she lets me, and then I carefully help her put it back on when it’s dried. ‘Careful’ is the keyword around the house these days. Everything bothers my mom’s condition. Too many lights on and she swears she hears the buzzing of the electricity. Close the door too loudly, and she complains about her eardrums bursting. Cry in front of her, and she’ll practically reach over to slap you silly.

I’ve seen her do it a few times before with the few friends that still stop