Blaze (Book 3): Jagged Rebels MC, #3

By APRIL LUST

This is book 3 and the finale of the Jagged Rebels MC trilogy!

His kiss starts a fire between my legs that only his c*ck can extinguish.

ROWAN

No one will stop me from making the Jagged Rebels the most powerful MC in existence.

But my most hated enemy wants me dead—and he almost succeeds.

Becca saves me, nurses me back to health.

She's a gorgeous single mother: all curves and red hair and big, gray eyes.

I should leave her alone. I'll only put her in danger.

But that doesn't stop me from putting my hands all over her.

I mark Becca. Stake my claim and make her mine.

But now, my woman is on the hit list of my enemies.

And I will do anything—fight, steal, kill—to keep Becca safe.

Even if it costs me my life.

BECCA

I'd sworn off bad boy bikers the moment I left my abusive ex in the dust.

All I want is to make a new life for myself and my young daughter.

Until I encounter a dying man on the side of the road, and I take him home with me.

I can't stop myself from wanting Rowan.

With his piercing gaze and rippling body, he seduces me.

I fell under his spell.

But now I'm in danger from the men who want Rowan dead.

I should let him go. I know he's no good for me or my daughter.

My mind tells me to break things off.

But my heart knows the truth: I am—and always will be—his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Jun 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393382515

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Blaze: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Jagged Rebels MC) (Book 3)

By April Lust

His kiss starts a fire between my legs that only his c*ck can extinguish.

ROWAN

No one will stop me from making the Jagged Rebels the most powerful MC in existence.

But my most hated enemy wants me dead—and he almost succeeds.

Becca saves me, nurses me back to health.

She’s a gorgeous single mother: all curves and red hair and big, gray eyes.

I should leave her alone. I’ll only put her in danger.

But that doesn’t stop me from putting my hands all over her.

I mark Becca. Stake my claim and make her mine.

But now, my woman is on the hit list of my enemies.

And I will do anything—fight, steal, kill—to keep Becca safe.

Even if it costs me my life.

BECCA

I’d sworn off bad boy bikers the moment I left my abusive ex in the dust.

All I want is to make a new life for myself and my young daughter.

Until I encounter a dying man on the side of the road, and I take him home with me.

I can’t stop myself from wanting Rowan.

With his piercing gaze and rippling body, he seduces me.

I fell under his spell.

But now I’m in danger from the men who want Rowan dead.

I should let him go. I know he’s no good for me or my daughter.

My mind tells me to break things off.

But my heart knows the truth: I am—and always will be—his.

Chapter 1

Becca could barely drive, she was crying so hard. She had been so relieved to hear from Rowan and to know he was mostly okay. She felt bad that she hadn’t asked more about his house and what had happened, but they’d have time to discuss that later. She hoped. His house wasn’t totally destroyed, was it? Had anyone been hurt? As long as he was okay enough to talk to her and say he was coming. Even if he weren’t coming. All that mattered was that he was okay. They didn’t have him and they wouldn’t get him if she was able to prevent it somehow. She’d do whatever she could to get Emma and keep Rowan out of it. No reason for more people to get involved in this mess.

She had to hang up on him, though. As badly as she wanted to keep hearing his voice, and she wanted to wait for him even more badly, she had no choice. The guy had been clear. No cops, no Rowan. She already worried that being near the cop when she got the call had somehow messed things up. What if they had someone watching and they had seen there was a cop there? Would they rush things and kill Emma faster? Or hurt her somehow?

The thought of her being hurt made her want to throw up. The emotional damage was done. There was nothing Becca could do about that now. They’d deal with it later. Maybe Emma would need some therapy or something. She might deal with anything from nightmares to shock. Who knew what they had done when they took her and how they were handling her now. Was it too much to hope that the person who was in charge of watching her was nice? Maybe he had kids, too? Maybe Emma thought it was all a game. Maybe, somehow, they’d told her Mommy was coming and it’d all be okay.

That made her cry even harder because she knew it was so far from the truth. And the truth was too much to imagine.

She tried to focus on driving. She was getting close to the farmhouse. Just a few more minutes. What should she do when she got there? Just walk in? Would someone be outside waiting for her? How soon would she see Emma?

Then she saw it. It was a big building. An old farm. The farmhouse was wooden and red and looked like it was in disrepair. It looked abandoned or haunted or both. It was probably full of spiders and critters. Not that anything like that should be her concern at this moment, but she hated spiders and mice. All she’d need was to be in there, trying to get Emma, and have a mouse run across her path and scatter her thoughts. How perfect would that be.

She pulled her car up beside the building. There was no one out front. No welcoming party ready to snatch her from her car. This was the right place, right? She could barely think straight, her mind raced, and her hands were sweaty from her panic. She had to take in many breaths to steady herself.

This was madness, what she was about to do. Walk into an empty building where her daughter was being held captive by some dangerous men. Who knew what they’d do to her. She wasn’t trained to fight or protect herself in any way. She had the knife in her car, but she wasn’t going to take it in with her. Why should she? She didn’t know how to use it properly. She’d likely end up hurting herself worse than she’d hurt anyone else. So, she really had nothing. No means to save Emma, no means to save herself.

Maybe she should wait for Rowan. How soon would he be there? She hadn’t told him the address. At the time, it was more important for her to be there without him, but now she regretted it. Maybe she should call back and tell him? But then he’d come for sure, and he might get himself hurt. No. Enough people were involved in this already. She didn’t need to drag him into it again. Just get in there and get Emma and do it alone.

She looked up and down the street, hopeful despite herself that someone would show up and come to her rescue. There were no cars, no motorcycles that she could see.

With a trembling hand, she opened her car door. She had her purse and figured there was no benefit in taking it in with her. What was the etiquette for going to rescue your child from kidnappers? She slid her phone into her pocket and tucked her purse under her seat. Her car keys were in her other pocket.

She stepped one foot out, hitting dirt and sending a small puff of dust into the air. She turned and stepped her other foot down. She could do this. Emma needed her. Emma was right there, just on the other side of this wooden wall. She might be crying for her mommy right now. Becca stood and closed the car door quietly. If she could somehow catch them off guard, that had to be to her benefit, right?

She walked slowly to the building. She listened hard, hoping to hear a motorcycle off in the distance, giving her a reason to wait. Something. Anything. A car? A truck? Someone happening to be passing by that she could call out to help her? As slowly as she walked, it wasn’t slow enough. No one came. She heard no one approaching.

The porch was low and looked like she would step right through it if she stomped or jumped on it. She stepped up carefully and slowly. When she got to the top and stood before the door, she turned and paused again. Nothing but stillness and a gentle breeze. It would be a nice, peaceful day if she weren’t about to walk into chaos.

Was she about to walk into her death? Or into some sort of kidnapping situation? This probably was a very stupid thing. She was an idiot for going in alone. Rowan would be mad. She should have told him where she was. At least then she could hope he was on his way. She could have rescue fantasies of him busting in, his eyes blazing, his muscles popping, and he’d fight off the bad guys one by one, then scoop her into his arms and kiss her hard before turning to shoot another guy who came out of nowhere to attack them.

But that was the movies and this was real life, and he wasn’t coming. He had no idea where she was. It gave her some comfort to know that if he did know where she was, he’d already be on his way. He would always come for her, always protect her. How could she ever have doubted him? Now all she wanted was to have him close and to keep him close forever. How could she have sent him away and treated him so coldly? How could she have thought he was anything like these men who’d taken her daughter? He wasn’t. He’d never do a thing like this. Not for money or for revenge. But for her, he’d do anything.

If only she got the chance to see him again, she’d kiss him and tell him she was sorry and she’d fall into his arms and be his forever. And then they’d make passionate love and she’d never have