Torn by the Devil (Book 1): Broken Wings MC, #1

By Sophia Gray

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

She might not survive getting torn by the devil.

I'm a savage beast with a biker's patch on my kutte and blood on my hands.

She's a complete mystery – and also, my ex.

Jas is desperate for protection that only I can provide.

But nothing in this world comes for free.

PAX

My club, the Broken Wings MC, was the only thing I ever cared about.

Except for her.

So when Jasmine comes tumbling back in my life, with no rhyme, no reason, or any memory of how she fell back into my lap, I don't have a choice.

I gotta stop what I'm doing and find out who hurt her.

Then, I'm gonna hunt that monster down and break every bone in his body.

But Jasmine is hiding secrets behind that pretty little face.

Too bad we don't have time to sit around and make sense of the situation.

She needs my help, or she's going to end up six feet under.

So I do what I've always done.

I get ready to go hurt the people who dared lay a finger on my woman.

JASMINE

I try to remember, but there's only darkness in my past.

Someone did something bad to me.

Something very bad.

If only I knew what.

The dark, brooding bad boy who saved me claims he has answers.

But he won't tell me until I'm "ready to hear."

And that won't happen until I give him what he wants.

On my knees, on my back, in the heart of his club.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever the biker commands.

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Do you want to get TORN BY THE DEVIL? As soon as you meet this bad boy alpha male biker, you'll fall in love and want more. Pax is a sexy bad boy biker, and Jasmine is an innocent girl. This second chance romance will break your heart and put it back together again. Check out this motorcycle club romance series today if you love new adult contemporary romance or dark romance with sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393249955

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Torn by the Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Broken Wings MC Book 1)

By Sophia Gray

She might not survive getting torn by the devil.

I’M A SAVAGE BEAST with a biker’s patch on my kutte and blood on my hands.

She’s a complete mystery – and also, my ex.

Jas is desperate for protection that only I can provide.

But nothing in this world comes for free.

PAX

My club, the Broken Wings MC, was the only thing I ever cared about.

Except for her.

So when Jasmine comes tumbling back in my life, with no rhyme, no reason, or any memory of how she fell back into my lap, I don’t have a choice.

I gotta stop what I’m doing and find out who hurt her.

Then, I’m gonna hunt that monster down and break every bone in his body.

But Jasmine is hiding secrets behind that pretty little face.

Too bad we don’t have time to sit around and make sense of the situation.

She needs my help, or she’s going to end up six feet under.

So I do what I’ve always done.

I get ready to go hurt the people who dared lay a finger on my woman.

JASMINE

I try to remember, but there’s only darkness in my past.

Someone did something bad to me.

Something very bad.

If only I knew what.

The dark, brooding bad boy who saved me claims he has answers.

But he won’t tell me until I’m ready to hear.

And that won’t happen until I give him what he wants.

On my knees, on my back, in the heart of his club.

Whatever it takes.

Whatever the biker commands.

DO YOU WANT TO GET TORN BY THE DEVIL? As soon as you meet this bad boy alpha male biker, you’ll fall in love and want more. Pax is a sexy bad boy biker, and Jasmine is an innocent girl. This second chance romance will break your heart and put it back together again. Check out this motorcycle club romance series today if you love new adult contemporary romance or dark romance with sex.

Chapter One

Jasmine

The stench of disinfectant and body odor, the heavy feeling of death lingering in the air... there wasn't anything I remembered from before, but I hated hospitals now and I was willing to bet I always had. It didn't matter that I wasn't in a hospital at the moment. Inpatient physical therapy centers had the same smell, and I hated them just as much.

My nurse bustled in. You're all clear to go. Plump, with a warm smile, Karen had been the closest person I had to a friend recently, really the only friend that I knew of.

Thank you. I turned my back away from the window. The day was dreary and awful, and it would be dark soon. Leaving was necessary, but it also frightened me. Physically, I was ready, but emotionally? Not even close.

You aren't worried, are you? Karen asked kindly.

No. One thing I had learned since I had woken up in the hospital was that it was better to keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. Better to fake a smile and try my best than to express my fears and thoughts and spiral into depression.

You're amazing. Karen patted my hand as she handed me the signed discharge papers. Waking up from a three-month coma... getting through months of therapy...

All by myself. In all that time, I hadn't remembered anything about the accident or my life before that, and not one person had come around looking for me. It was enough to make me sick to my stomach, but there wasn't anything to be done about it. If only I had had some ID on me, my cell phone, something... All I knew was what I had seen on the news reports. Many months ago, a car had hit me while I'd been walking on the side of the road. Why I didn't have my purse with me, I couldn't say.

Speaking of purses, my roommate’s sat limply on her nightstand. Because our therapy times had never been at the same time, my roommate and I were hardly ever in the room together. She wasn't here now, and it was almost a relief I didn't have to say goodbye to her. Diana couldn't talk, could barely even move. She had suffered a stroke. Hardly anyone came to visit her. I felt terrible for feeling like I did, but she reminded me too much of myself when I had first woken up, trapped in my mind, so terrified and confused. It meant I should've been more compassionate to her, and I did try to talk to her some, but what could I really talk about? How therapy was going? I had made progress, while her condition remained unchanged, not moving forward. What if my hope for the future only increased her sorrow? There was no way to know.

Karen was smiling at me kindly, and I knew she was waiting for a response.

Learning to talk and walk again was a breeze after all of that sleep, I joked, forcing a smile that had to look fake. I hadn't the strength to really try anymore. Hope for the future? Maybe a little bit. More like terrified.

You inspire me. Karen shook her head, and her short blonde hair flew forward to cover her cheeks. She had several years on me, in her early thirties. The best the doctors and I could guess was that I was in my mid-twenties. Another unknown; my birthdate. I don't know if I could have been as strong as you've been through all of this.

I plopped down in the chair next to the window. It wasn't comfortable, but there was a small part of me that wanted to delay going, now that the time to leave had come. I'm nothing special, I protested.

I think you're wrong. Not everyone would've survived what you did. Well, gather your clothes and meds and go on your way. You have your whole life ahead of you, Jasmine. I know you'll make the most of it. Karen hugged me, warm and welcoming, then left the room, leaving me once again all alone.

I remained sitting there for a long moment, gazing out the window again. When I had first woken, the doctors had asked for my name, but I couldn't even talk. My throat had been so dry, my entire body in pain, and I could hardly think, let alone vocalize anything more than a groan.

After therapy when more time had passed, they asked me for my name again. Of course, I still didn't remember. The first thing I saw when I looked around the room was the beautiful Jasmine outside. I'd answered, Jasmine, without even thinking about it, and now the name had grown on me.

Hopefully, one day, I could remember who I was and where I came from. Was I far from home? Could that be why no one has tried to locate me? Did I have a family? Any brothers or sisters? A boyfriend? Or maybe no one was looking for me. An orphan and an only child, with no one to wonder where I was, no one to worry. God, that was a depressing thought. And my job, what had been my profession? I had a job, right? By now, my boss must have replaced me. Too much time has passed. No job, no apartment or house to stay in, nowhere to go... If I couldn't find someone from my past, how could I ever learn who I had been?

These questions and many more had plagued me every night, interrupting my sleep and fouling my mood. I kept my feelings and depression to myself, always trying to channel my frustration into my therapy sessions. It helped to some extent, and the doctors had been impressed by my outlook and my recovery. But inside, I was troubled, always wondering if these feelings would fade with time.

But right now wasn't about the past. It was about what the future held for me, and the fact that I was leaving the hospital with nothing but the clothes on my back and a bag full of Tylenol and Advil that Karen had given to me in case I had any more headaches. Nothing else. I didn't have money for any other medicine, not that I thought I would need anything stronger, but that was just one more thing to worry about. I had to pay for the