Dark (Book 2): Emerald Saints MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

This is book 2 of the Emerald Saints MC series! Books 3 is available everywhere now!

Kiss me; I'm Irish.

After spending months exiled overseas, I'm finally on my way back home to California. But the Emerald Saints MC has changed since I was president.

We used to have morals, a code of ethics.

No drugs. No gun-running.

Now, though, a couple of corrupt cops have taken over, and the club is into all kinds of dirty business.

I want to clean it all up and make things right again, but I'm a little distracted by some dirty business of my own.

I thought Ella was just another good-girl conquest for me to use up.

But from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was hard—and I've been so ever since.

I never thought I'd be a one-woman kind of guy, but Ella has a body to die for. No matter how many times I strip her naked, it never gets old. I don't think I'll ever get my fill of her innocent eyes begging for the firm touch of her master's hand.

Finding her was lucky.

Keeping her is fate.

But if I'm not careful, I'll lose sight of the reason I came home in the first place:

Taking back what's mine.

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Do you love hot, exciting bad boy romance? Do you love romance thrillers with suspense and sex? Do you love dark romance series? Then you'll love DARK. This alpha male biker romance between an Irish MC hero and the innocent girl he falls for will melt your heart and make you cry, scream, and laugh all at once. Check out DARK today

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393139058

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Dark: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Emerald Saints MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

Kiss me; I’m Irish.

AFTER SPENDING MONTHS exiled overseas, I’m finally on my way back home to California. But the Emerald Saints MC has changed since I was president.

We used to have morals, a code of ethics.

No drugs. No gun-running.

Now, though, a couple of corrupt cops have taken over, and the club is into all kinds of dirty business.

I want to clean it all up and make things right again, but I’m a little distracted by some dirty business of my own.

I thought Ella was just another good-girl conquest for me to use up.

But from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was hard—and I’ve been so ever since.

I never thought I’d be a one-woman kind of guy, but Ella has a body to die for. No matter how many times I strip her naked, it never gets old. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of her innocent eyes begging for the firm touch of her master’s hand.

Finding her was lucky.

Keeping her is fate.

But if I’m not careful, I’ll lose sight of the reason I came home in the first place:

Taking back what’s mine.

DO YOU LOVE HOT, EXCITING bad boy romance? Do you love romance thrillers with suspense and sex? Do you love dark romance series? Then you’ll love DARK. This alpha male biker romance between an Irish MC hero and the innocent girl he falls for will melt your heart and make you cry, scream, and laugh all at once. Check out DARK today!

Chapter 1

Donovan

O uch, I complained as Anna tugged the thread through the cut on my scalp. That fuckin’ hurts!

She shushed me impatiently, tugging at the stitches with her deft little hands. I’m almost done. Now sit still and be quiet. I can’t have you making any movement.

I sighed and leaned back on the bench seat. We were still in the parking lot of the truck stop restaurant, and Anna had been patiently stitching at my head for the better part of an hour. I sighed and looked out the window. She immediately slapped me on the arm and turned me back around to face her. The overhead lighting was killing my head, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Now that she’d drained me of my cum, I knew I was free to pass out.

Anna. Just thinking about her name drove me crazy! She was a wildcat, a little hellcat, even! At least in the bedroom she had been. Now, she was giving me her usual pensive silence. I wondered if I’d ever see the wild side of her again. Probably not—she was too busy focusing on her work. My head ached, and I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the light.

All in all, it had been a pretty crazy day. I’d met, seduced, and fucked this little rig driver only to find out that she was putting herself through med school. It was impressive, and not like the kinds of girls I was used to hanging out with. Women loved me, they loved my money, and they loved that I was an outlaw. But Anna didn’t seem to care about any of that. When we looked in each other’s eyes, we were captivated.

It didn’t sit right with me. I didn’t like being so attached to a woman, and definitely not one as sharp as Anna. I couldn’t even believe I was feeling attached to her in the first place—we hadn’t even known each other for twenty-four hours. There were so many things about her I didn’t know. I hadn’t even seen her eat! Chuckling to myself, I flicked my eyes to Anna and watched her face as she continued sewing me up. Her little pink tongue was sticking out of her lips and her eyes were screwed tightly in a look of intense concentration. I thought I could read the thoughts flitting in her mind, and I laughed heartily.

Anna smacked me on the shoulder. It didn’t really hurt, but I made a show of whimpering and pushing her hand away.

I thought I told you to stay put, she growled. I looked up in surprise. That tone was the closest thing I’d heard to anger coming from her. Even when we first met and she was swinging a crowbar at me, I knew it was because she was frightened. She was about as dangerous as a kitten, and much cuter. I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about where she was concerned.

Am I going to have a scar, doctor? I asked, gazing up at her. Can you give me some good news?

Stop fidgeting, Anna hissed. She straightened my pose and busied herself readying another thread for more stitches. I’m almost done, but you have to quit moving. You think your head hurts, wait until I accidentally jab the needle in your eye!

I shivered. All right, fine, I relented.

Anna smirked at me. She looked adorable—exhausted, but very, very adorable. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and give her a deep kiss. The thought made my cock twitch inside of my pants.

Fucking Anna had been one of the best decisions of my life. Even though she just looked like the little girl next door, she was hot, hot, hot! I couldn’t believe how eagerly she’d taken my cock, how she’d begged for it, how she’d screeched and screamed in the throes of her orgasm. It was incredible, like no other woman I’d ever been with. Other girls focused too much on looking sexy, on making faces like porn stars and leaning down at stupid angles so I could see their pussy and their face at the same time. But not Anna. She seemed to know exactly what made her feel good, and she’d reveled in it. I remembered the soft touch of her lips all over my body, the feel of her soft skin rubbing against mine. God, it was enough to get me hard again! She’d had the tightest, most perfect little body imaginable. I couldn’t believe she’d been hiding it under those baggy jeans and a tank top. She was one hot number, and I couldn’t believe I’d made her mine.

What are you thinking about? Anna asked quietly.

I felt her tug a thread through my skin and I winced. I’d been through some rough injuries in my day, but nothing quite this excruciating. It was a combination of the slow