Shotgun: Midnight's Hounds MC, #1

By Vivian Gray

Shotgun is book 1 of the Midnight's Hounds MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Shotgun's Bullet and Shotgun's Shaft are available everywhere now!

The bad boy biker just blew me to pieces.

I've always tried to keep my distance from the Midnight's Hounds MC.
But Shotgun wouldn't take no for an answer.
The outlaw sinner brought a light into my darkness.
But he also put a baby in my belly.

LUNA

I should have known better than to let him into my life.
The second that Shotgun entered, he turned my auto shop into a war zone.

There was never any reason to trust him.
But when he takes my body in his hands and crushes me to him…
It makes me plead. Beg.
Do anything for more.

I can't fight him.
No matter how bad I want to.
I can't help but submit when he puts me on my knees and tells me,
"You are mine."

JORDAN

She didn't ask for the trouble I dropped at her front door.

But I needed her once I got the smallest taste.
I consumed her.
Made her my plaything, my only thing, my everything.

She was too pure to shatter.
Too hot to relinquish.
Too perfect to refuse.

But now, a ghost from my past has us on his hit list.
He wants us dead and gone.

What he doesn't realize is this:
No one touches what's mine.
Not without feeling my wrath.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781540137258

Book preview

Shotgun: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Midnight’s Hounds MC Book 1)

By Vivian Gray

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The bad boy biker just blew me to pieces.

I’VE ALWAYS TRIED TO keep my distance from the Midnight’s Hounds MC.

But Shotgun wouldn’t take no for an answer.

The outlaw sinner brought a light into my darkness.

But he also put a baby in my belly.

LUNA

I should have known better than to let him into my life.

The second that Shotgun entered, he turned my auto shop into a war zone.

There was never any reason to trust him.

But when he takes my body in his hands and crushes me to him...

It makes me plead. Beg.

Do anything for more.

I can’t fight him.

No matter how bad I want to.

I can’t help but submit when he puts me on my knees and tells me,

You are mine.

JORDAN

She didn’t ask for the trouble I dropped at her front door.

But I needed her once I got the smallest taste.

I consumed her.

Made her my plaything, my only thing, my everything.

She was too pure to shatter.

Too hot to relinquish.

Too perfect to refuse.

But now, a ghost from my past has us on his hit list.

He wants us dead and gone.

What he doesn’t realize is this:

No one touches what’s mine.

Not without feeling my wrath.

Chapter 1

Sophie

Rubbing her greasy hands down her overalls, Sophie smiled. She loved nothing more than the satisfaction of getting under the hood of a car and solving a problem. She looked down at her oil-stained blue coveralls. No wonder her friends mocked her. She held out her hands, palms facing the ground and examined her dirty fingers and short, bare nails. Her roommate Lydia continuously offered to paint them, but what was the point? They’d only get chipped off under the hood of someone’s car, or when she was trying to loosen nuts and valves in an engine.

Sometimes, after a few drinks, she let Lydia and their friend Kristy go to town on her with makeup and dresses, allowing her long golden hair to flow freely like runny honey. She admitted it did feel good. She scrubbed up well. Really damn well. But the attention she attracted when she followed her friends out to the bar like that was enough to make her want to rub grease back onto her skin and hide. Guys, in her experience, were nothing but trouble.

Much to the constant argument of her friends, Sophie was happy with her sooty, grimy, disheveled look. And if it turned guys off her, so what? She was too busy for a boyfriend anyway. At twenty-five, Sophie Goodwin was just focused on her career. She wasn’t just good at fixing cars; she was the best. She’d trained under her boss, Stephan, since she left school at sixteen and loved nothing more than the lingering smell of gasoline and oil mixed together creating eau de vehicle. If she could buy a bottle of that, she would.

Stephan was like a big brother to her, as well as a boss. Her school years were a rollercoaster ride to hell and back. Her mom died when she was three and with no dad or other relatives to turn to, she was put into care and spent the rest of her childhood longing to be adopted. But adoption never came to the grubby little girl who was always head to toe in dirt, thanks to spending most of her time out in the yard fixing things - well, taking radios and furniture apart and putting them back together. Sometimes there were spare screws or springs left at the end, causing little Sophie to scratch her head and wonder where they belonged. And that’s how she developed the mind of a mechanic. She always had to know how things worked. She spent so much of her childhood focused on fixing things because she couldn’t fix her own life, no matter how hard she hoped and prayed and smiled at any adult visitors to the children’s home, hoping they would be the ones to take her home.

When she applied for a part-time job at Stephan’s mechanic shop, her life changed for the better. She always joked that he was her fairy godmother

Reviews for Shotgun

[Sienna Tu · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

The story here is not what is advertised. The book doesn’t match the description and it feels like half the story is missing. Just as the storyline gets underway, if cuts to the epilogue.