Devil (Book 1): Renegade Reapers MC, #1

By Zoey Parker

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

He emerged from the shadows with a secret that might destroy me.

BEAST

Revenge calls to me, and I will stop at nothing to avenge my men.

So I kidnap the long-lost daughter of my enemy.

She's my bait to use against her crime boss father.

Natalia is a beautiful little dancer, with her dark eyes and red mouth.

I want her to wrap those legs around my hips as I make her scream.

But I let her in too far. Now, Natalia knows too much.

She's a liability… one that I cannot afford if I am to win this war of MC versus mafia.

The smart thing to do would be to let her go.

But she's become more precious to me than I ever expected.

I can't help holding on.

And I can't stop myself from claiming her as my woman.

NATALIA

I'd just made prima ballerina when my life changed forever.

Beast kidnapped me and took me to his lair.

My captor and, perhaps, my savior.

I shouldn't want him.

But his intense blue eyes ensnare me.

I let his hands rove all over my body until I'm trembling with desire.

That's when I find out who I really am.

And I discover that I may have more to do with Beast's quest for vengeance than I first realized.

No matter how conflicted I am, I know that if I stay in his arms, I'm a dead woman.

I have to escape.

I must return to the life I used to have, before Beast shattered everything.

But there's no going back now.

Because not only has Beast captured my body…

He has also captured my heart.

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Fall in love with Beauty and the Beast with a sexy twist in this dark romance with passion and sex from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Zoey Parker. This MC mafia romance will have you swooning for the filthy bad boy alpha male, Beast, and wishing you could trade places with his woman, Natalia. Their romance love story is heart-melting and deliciously dark!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393720829

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Devil: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Renegade Reapers MC Book 1)

By Zoey Parker

He emerged from the shadows with a secret that might destroy me.

BEAST

Revenge calls to me, and I will stop at nothing to avenge my men.

So I kidnap the long-lost daughter of my enemy.

She’s my bait to use against her crime boss father.

Natalia is a beautiful little dancer, with her dark eyes and red mouth.

I want her to wrap those legs around my hips as I make her scream.

But I let her in too far. Now, Natalia knows too much.

She’s a liability... one that I cannot afford if I am to win this war of MC versus mafia.

The smart thing to do would be to let her go.

But she’s become more precious to me than I ever expected.

I can’t help holding on.

And I can’t stop myself from claiming her as my woman.

NATALIA

I’d just made prima ballerina when my life changed forever.

Beast kidnapped me and took me to his lair.

My captor and, perhaps, my savior.

I shouldn’t want him.

But his intense blue eyes ensnare me.

I let his hands rove all over my body until I’m trembling with desire.

That’s when I find out who I really am.

And I discover that I may have more to do with Beast’s quest for vengeance than I first realized.

No matter how conflicted I am, I know that if I stay in his arms, I’m a dead woman.

I have to escape.

I must return to the life I used to have, before Beast shattered everything.

But there’s no going back now.

Because not only has Beast captured my body...

He has also captured my heart.

FALL IN LOVE WITH BEAUTY and the Beast with a sexy twist in this dark romance with passion and sex from bestselling motorcycle club romance author Zoey Parker. This MC mafia romance will have you swooning for the filthy bad boy alpha male, Beast, and wishing you could trade places with his woman, Natalia. Their romance love story is heart-melting and deliciously dark!

Chapter 1

Beast

Ienter the theater at half-past nine, wearing a jet-black shirt and coat over dress pants. I’m a man on a mission. It’s chilly out, late winter, and New York City is covered in a blanket of white dust. I’m here to kidnap the rising star dancer, Natalia Pestova, a beautiful vixen with curly brown hair and large almond eyes. In the last photo I saw of her, she was in full costume preparing to twirl her way across a hardwood floor. She’s been plastered on posters, featured in magazines, and I’ve read countless interviews detailing her life thus far as a dancer.

Adopted from Russia, Natalia has no clue who her real parents are. But I know. Her father is the infamous Abram Pestov, a Russian motorcycle boss who’s been killing my guys on my turf. He’s a man feared across New York City. I’ve heard terrible stories of the things he’s done both in and out of Russia. I’m not sure when he immigrated to the U.S., but his presence here has been a dark cloud over my existence. When I saw him last, we got into a fight so bad I broke my arm and my nose. But that’s old news.

We recently decided it’s time to put an end to this. Tonight, my boys and I are going to make sure Pestov is killed. Even if it takes every one of the Renegade Reapers to do it.

In the meantime, I’m going to lure him to me in the only way I know how: through his darling daughter, Natalia.

The production isn’t meant to go on until tomorrow night. They’re going to be performing Swan Lake, one of my favorites. I may look like a rough guy, but I’ve always had a soft spot for the arts. It’s something I get from my mother. Back before I got involved in all this dealing and lying, my mother would read Edith Wharton to me every night before bed. It didn’t matter to her that I was young and could hardly understand the concept of The House of Mirth, let alone enjoy it. It’s what got me interested in literature in the first place. The mere fact that Natalia is performing Swan Lake is incredible to me. It brings back so many memories of my youth and of the dreams I once had that were taken away from me. I try not to think about that now, though. That shit’s too painful – it’s long gone, and right now, I know I need to focus on the present.

I see the ballerinas are preparing. They’re floating across the waxy stage, their tutus like flowers fluttering in the wind. I stick to the back of the theater, ducking into the last red row of chairs before anyone can see me. I doubt I’d be in trouble if I were caught, though it would definitely be more difficult to kidnap Natalia.

I can tell she’s the prima ballerina, what with the way she floats across the stage ahead of the other girls. She’s got the hottest body out of all of them. Every time she moves I see muscles rising and falling like dark waves in a sea. Some of the other girls stare at her angrily, while others are concentrating on their own movements. They leap, fall against each other, roll their calves back and forth, and I find I’m attracted to all of them, wanting to take each one into my arms.

The last woman I’d slept with was killed in a turf war with Abram. We’d traveled to Brooklyn to a warehouse party, intent on drinking and having a good time. When we got there, everything seemed fine. The warehouse was enormous and lit from the inside with dark red lights. It was meant to resemble the red-light district, and all the partygoers were dressed as pimps and prostitutes.

I could hardly make out what music was playing, let alone what language it was being sang in. We’d be running around the floors on the upper level, each of us wearing the black and red attire of the Renegade Reapers, but we didn’t care if we stuck out. Until we ran into Abram’s guys. They thought we were encroaching on their turf; one of my guys had drugs on him, dealing to the people at the party. Before I knew what was happening, she was gone. I tried to make sense of it for weeks, spending my nights breaking what I could: my life, mailboxes, windows, doorways, you name it. I robbed more than I ever have before, and it was fun. It managed to make things feel a little okay, though they weren’t.

They almost caught me. More than once. But one time sticks out the most. I’d been snooping around the master bedroom of a brownstone when I heard the front door open. A couple entered, a man and a woman, young and in love. I could hear their feathery voices and giggles wafting up the staircase. Her perfume was vanilla and strong. His aftershave was light and had hints of blueberry. I wanted so badly to strangle them, so their lungs fizzled out like bright red balloons. I heard them running up to the bedroom, the man tossing his shoes into the foyer while the woman shouted at him.

They burst into the room and flopped down on the bed and began kissing all over one another’s bodies. I was hiding in the closet with my legs pressed up against the hardwood. It’s not something I’ll ever admit to anyone, but I thought of my late ex, her hair, the sweet scent on the back of her neck and began to cry.

The last time I had cried was when the school bullies broke my nose as a kid. My father beat the shit out of me, told me not to be weak, and then made me a bowl of soup. From that point forward, I vowed never to cry again. But Abram took something from me. He took my woman, her life cut short because of the selfishness of another.

I can hardly think about it without growing red with anger, without becoming murderous. Twice Doc and I have gotten into drunken bar fights because of this. My emotions get the best of me, and I take it out on everyone around me in the hopes of fixing my problems. Does it ever work? Well I haven’t murdered anyone today, so I suppose the answer to that question would be yes.

There’s no point in killing off their gang; it would only result in more violence based on which gangs take our side and vice versa. Violence begets violence and thus continues the cycle.

At least, that’s what most people think.

Hi, says a cheery voice.

I jump slightly before realizing one of