Reckless: Lucky Skulls MC, #1

By NINA PARK

This is book 1 of the Lucky Skulls MC series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

Fate put her in my arms. Then I put her on her knees.

She brought me back from death's door.

In return, I brought her body to the brink of shattering – over and over again.

But our frozen paradise becomes an icy hell when my enemies discover I've survived their assault.

And they're coming to finish the job.

CIARAN

I would have died without her.

Lying in a freezing, barren ditch on the side of the road, I felt the life slipping from my body.

Warmth, feeling, thought – all was gone by the time she arrived.

And when I looked into those sapphire eyes, I thought I was seeing an angel.

But the patient nurse brings me back to life.

All the things that I thought I lost came roaring back with a vengeance.

Rage, for the men who tried to kill me and failed.

Pride, knowing that I am not a man easily put to death.

And lust – hot, burning lust – for the innocent girl locked in this cabin with me.

A swirling blizzard has us trapped for days.

As long as we're stuck here, I've got big plans for my savior.

For her luscious lips, her untouched curves, for the warmth emanating between her legs.

The only sound I want to hear is her moaning.

But news of my survival manages to travel beyond the walls of our little cabin oasis.

The men who ordered the hit are determined to put me down for good.

And this time, they know how to hit me where it really hurts.

When they kidnap Elle, I know what I have to do, the one thing I do best.

Take my gun in my hands and get ready to kill for what I love.

My woman is coming back to me.

No matter who I have to slaughter to get her.

ELLE

Maybe saving him was a mistake.

That's all I can think as I scream and struggle against the crushing hands of the men who are taking me.

They're used to violence, these men.

Used to hurting and abusing women.

My screams are music to their sick, twisted ears.

Maybe I should just submit to their torture.

Would that make it go faster?

But I know that, no matter what happens next, Ciaran was worth it.

The touch of his hands on my skin was a sensation worth dying for.

And the heat of his love is worth fighting to feel again.

I make up my mind: I won't give in easily to these evil SOB's.

I'll make them sweat to keep me quiet.

Because my hero is coming for me.

With fire and fury, Ciaran will kick down the door and kill any man who lays a finger on me.

Deep in my heart, I know that's true.

I just have to hope he makes it in time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393359760

Book preview

Reckless: (Lucky Skulls MC Book 1)

By Nina Park

Fate put her in my arms. Then I put her on her knees.

SHE BROUGHT ME BACK from death’s door.

In return, I brought her body to the brink of shattering – over and over again.

But our frozen paradise becomes an icy hell when my enemies discover I’ve survived their assault.

And they’re coming to finish the job.

CIARAN

I would have died without her.

Lying in a freezing, barren ditch on the side of the road, I felt the life slipping from my body.

Warmth, feeling, thought – all was gone by the time she arrived.

And when I looked into those sapphire eyes, I thought I was seeing an angel.

But the patient nurse brings me back to life.

All the things that I thought I lost came roaring back with a vengeance.

Rage, for the men who tried to kill me and failed.

Pride, knowing that I am not a man easily put to death.

And lust – hot, burning lust – for the innocent girl locked in this cabin with me.

A swirling blizzard has us trapped for days.

As long as we’re stuck here, I’ve got big plans for my savior.

For her luscious lips, her untouched curves, for the warmth emanating between her legs.

The only sound I want to hear is her moaning.

But news of my survival manages to travel beyond the walls of our little cabin oasis.

The men who ordered the hit are determined to put me down for good.

And this time, they know how to hit me where it really hurts.

When they kidnap Elle, I know what I have to do, the one thing I do best.

Take my gun in my hands and get ready to kill for what I love.

My woman is coming back to me.

No matter who I have to slaughter to get her.

ELLE

Maybe saving him was a mistake.

That’s all I can think as I scream and struggle against the crushing hands of the men who are taking me.

They’re used to violence, these men.

Used to hurting and abusing women.

My screams are music to their sick, twisted ears.

Maybe I should just submit to their torture.

Would that make it go faster?

But I know that, no matter what happens next, Ciaran was worth it.

The touch of his hands on my skin was a sensation worth dying for.

And the heat of his love is worth fighting to feel again.

I make up my mind: I won’t give in easily to these evil SOB’s.

I’ll make them sweat to keep me quiet.

Because my hero is coming for me.

With fire and fury, Ciaran will kick down the door and kill any man who lays a finger on me.

Deep in my heart, I know that’s true.

I just have to hope he makes it in time.

Chapter 1

Elle

The wipers swiped at my windshield furiously, trying to cut through the water before it solidified into ice, but they were only half effective. My poor little car wasn’t made for this snowstorm, and if I’d had half a brain cell, I would have left about five hours earlier. But that damn bar had promised me a spot and...well, the rest was history anyway.

I’m getting nowhere about as fast as a country girl like me can manage, I thought bitterly.

The heater was working overtime in a vain attempt to keep the small cab of my car warm. Unfortunately, the back window on my side wouldn’t roll up all the way and the back-passenger side door didn’t like to completely seal. The result was a constant whirring noise and a chill that never really went away. It was the reason I was blowing on my right hand and then my left, keeping only one on the wheel. My fingers were starting to feel numb, despite the gloves I wore.

I supposed I looked kind of ridiculous, dressed in a leather jacket over a threadbare hoodie over a half-eaten wool sweater, sitting in my car, my beanie pulled nearly to my eyes and my scarf wrapped up around my chin, but what else could I do? I was trying to make it big in Nashville and, until I did, I was living the life of a starving artist.

And let me tell you, it wasn’t half as glamorous as people made it out to be.

My beater of a car was on its last legs to begin with and I would be damned if I asked my parents to help me get a new one. They were just a little less broke than I was and I wanted to keep it that way—at least until I made it big. Then I’d pay for every damn little thing. They’d be set for life, I promised myself

I was going to see them for the holidays. It was only a week from Christmas and if you’d asked me three days ago if I thought there was going to be a flake of snow this year, I’d have said you were mad. Goes to show you I know less than the weatherman.

Shit, I can’t see a damn thing, I muttered to myself.

The snow was coming down like a fluffy blanket, covering everything in a nice sheet of white. Which would have been really pretty if I wasn’t trying to drive through it. Probably, the main roads were already closed, but I had taken one of those short cut back roads that my brother promised me was the fastest way to go, darling in an effort to avoid the holiday traffic.

Brilliant plan that turned out to be.

Now I was muddling through icy roads and mountains of snow and worse still, I wasn’t even on the interstate. Which meant I hadn’t seen a soul in ages and the signs were few and far between. Getting frustrated, I finally accepted that I was going to have to pull over and figure out where the hell I was before going any farther. With any luck, my phone might actually be working out here in the boonies.

Please let my phone work, I said in quick prayer.

I pulled my beater over to the side of the road, grateful that at least my speed wasn’t sucking the heat out immediately. But I knew I couldn’t idle here too long with the heater running, so I promised myself I would be quick.

My cell was almost three years old now with a cracked screen and far too many glitches, but it was better than spending a small fortune on a new one, and definitely better than having none at all. I turned it on, dismayed to see that it was already at fifteen percent battery. Damnit. I’ll have to make this quick, I muttered as I went to the GPS. I was hopeful for about three seconds that I would get a signal. Then I saw the little red X and knew I wasn’t getting anything. Not here, anyway.

Groaning, I bit the bullet and popped open my car door. Instantly, I froze. Even though I had the car still running and the heater blasting on full, the cold air from outside was