Wrench (Book 1): Inked Hunters MC, #1

By Sophia Gray

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

My mind says to run from him. My body says submit.

Some things are too broken to be fixed.

But Arsen refuses to let me go.

I've worked hard to escape a traumatic past that haunts my nightmares…

And he's about to wrench that all away.

MAYA

There's no peace in this life.

At least, none that I can find.

Because just when I've found what feels like a safe haven – away from the horrors of my past – my bad boy ex comes calling.

Arsen is a nightmare in his own regard.

Too tall and tatted too ignore, too handsome to refuse.

And far too much trouble to let in the door.

But I can't say no to him.

Because this time, his phone call isn't about us.

It isn't about making me fall to my knees and submit to his commands.

It's about a little girl in the clutches of a killer.

I'm the only one who knows how to stop him – because the killer came after me once, too.

Going back means facing Arsen again.

And if I do, there's no telling how my body will react.

So I have to decide:

Can I sacrifice my happiness to wade back into the hell I just escaped?

Or do I keep running from love and lust… and let an innocent girl die in my place?

ARSEN

She was desperate when she called me.

Hell, my clients always are.

But this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

The tears of a mother, begging me to save her kidnapped child… hard to say no to that.

And this time, it's real personal.

Because there are fingerprints all over this chaos that point to one man:

The killer I never caught.

I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around that monster's throat.

But getting to him will mean rebuilding a bridge I burnt a long time ago.

My ex, Maya, ran from me, from us, from her fears of the suffering she'd been through and the suffering yet to come.

And yet, she's the only person who can help me save this little girl's life.

But bringing her back into the fold brings back painful memories, along with some equally agonizing desires.

I try to keep my hands to myself, but there's no way that self-control will last.

Because one thing is true above all else:

Once I stake my claim, Maya belongs to me forever.

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Do you love dark romance stories with sex and second chance romance? If so, you'll love WRENCH. This romance thriller suspense motorcycle club MC romance series will make you laugh, cry, and cheer for the alpha male bad boy biker to get the girl he loves and protect her from danger. Check out WRENCH now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393386933

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Wrench: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Inked Hunters MC Book 1)

By Sophia Gray

My mind says to run from him. My body says submit.

SOME THINGS ARE TOO broken to be fixed.

But Arsen refuses to let me go.

I’ve worked hard to escape a traumatic past that haunts my nightmares...

And he’s about to wrench that all away.

MAYA

There’s no peace in this life.

At least, none that I can find.

Because just when I’ve found what feels like a safe haven – away from the horrors of my past – my bad boy ex comes calling.

Arsen is a nightmare in his own regard.

Too tall and tatted too ignore, too handsome to refuse.

And far too much trouble to let in the door.

But I can’t say no to him.

Because this time, his phone call isn’t about us.

It isn’t about making me fall to my knees and submit to his commands.

It’s about a little girl in the clutches of a killer.

I’m the only one who knows how to stop him – because the killer came after me once, too.

Going back means facing Arsen again.

And if I do, there’s no telling how my body will react.

So I have to decide:

Can I sacrifice my happiness to wade back into the hell I just escaped?

Or do I keep running from love and lust... and let an innocent girl die in my place?

ARSEN

She was desperate when she called me.

Hell, my clients always are.

But this one stuck out like a sore thumb.

The tears of a mother, begging me to save her kidnapped child... hard to say no to that.

And this time, it’s real personal.

Because there are fingerprints all over this chaos that point to one man:

The killer I never caught.

I want nothing more than to wrap my hands around that monster’s throat.

But getting to him will mean rebuilding a bridge I burnt a long time ago.

My ex, Maya, ran from me, from us, from her fears of the suffering she’d been through and the suffering yet to come.

And yet, she’s the only person who can help me save this little girl’s life.

But bringing her back into the fold brings back painful memories, along with some equally agonizing desires.

I try to keep my hands to myself, but there’s no way that self-control will last.

Because one thing is true above all else:

Once I stake my claim, Maya belongs to me forever.

DO YOU LOVE DARK ROMANCE stories with sex and second chance romance? If so, you’ll love WRENCH. This romance thriller suspense motorcycle club MC romance series will make you laugh, cry, and cheer for the alpha male bad boy biker to get the girl he loves and protect her from danger. Check out WRENCH now!

Chapter One

The city’s horizon was alight with a bloody sunrise. Arsen couldn’t take his eyes off it, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the stack of papers on his desk. He usually wasn’t in the office this early, but he couldn’t sleep the night before. He kept waking up from nightmares and immediately forgetting what they were about. The darkness of his own bedroom and the loneliness of his empty house were too creepy for him. At least here, in the shared office space where he pimped himself out as a private investigator, he could hear his downstairs neighbors, a dental office, begin to turn on their buzzing equipment and loud televisions. It simultaneously annoyed him and somehow made him feel a little less alone.

Ding. The bell above his door jingled, jolting him out of his gloomy thoughts. An older couple, with greying hair and immaculately dry-cleaned clothes, stepped through his door, their eyes darting anxiously around Arsen’s office. Can I help you? Arsen asked, straightening up a little in his chair. He usually didn’t get business this early in the day. These people must have been desperate.

Um, yes, hello, the older man said, removing his hat from his head and holding it to his chest. He fidgeted with the brim of his hat awkwardly, staring at Arsen rather than saying anything coherent.

Uh, why don’t you go ahead and have a seat? Arsen said, gesturing to the two chairs in front his desk. The couple looked at each other, and Arsen had a feeling they were silently debating whether to stay or go, but after a few seconds, the woman stepped forward and sat down, gripping her purse so tightly in her hands that her knuckles shone white through her skin.

They were quiet a minute, both staring down at their laps rather than meeting Arsen’s eyes. An experienced investigator might have thought they were behaving strangely, like some aliens that couldn’t speak the language or something like that. But Arsen had been around enough tragedy during his time on the job that he able to tell when someone was carrying a heavy weight around in their heart. Something was wrong. Very wrong. These people needed help.

Who do I need to find for you? Arsen asked, cutting through the bullshit niceties to get right to the point.

His bluntness obviously surprised the man, who finally looked up and met Arsen’s gaze directly. The older man had heavy-lidded, sad eyes—eyes that had clearly seen too much for one lifetime. Arsen had a way with people. He could sense things like this. You sort of had to if you were going to be in this line of work. The most important questions never get answered verbally. That’s what Arsen always used to say to his ex-girlfriend, Maya, anyway. People don’t ever just say what you need them to say, Arsen thought. You have to read them. The most crucial answers come during moments of silence. And this silence spoke volumes. Arsen could practically smell the grief wafting off of their bodies.

The woman slowly began to unzip her purse, the sound of it loud and harsh in the solemn quiet of the office. A second later, she pulled out a long, thin photograph, something that had probably just been taken out of its frame for this purpose. The woman stared down at it for a second, the shadow of a smile playing across her lips before falling away. A moment later, she handed the photograph across the desk to Arsen, who took it between his fingertips, handling it with care.

The photograph depicted a happy, smiling teenage girl with bright green eyes and a birthmark the size of a quarter right in the middle of her left cheek. In the picture, she was on a swing, her hair caught in the wind, her legs stuck out in front of her, ready to swing back at any moment.

Every time Arsen took a case like this, it was like another tiny little shard of glass was shoved carefully into his heart, strategically placed where it would cause the most pain without stopping the flow of blood. At least, that’s what it felt like. But it didn’t matter. He knew he