Savage (Book 3): The Outcasts MC, #3

By Zoey Parker

This is book 3 and the finale of the The Outcasts MC series! 

You can never take the savage out of the man…

DAMIEN

I thought I'd left my past behind me.

I'm a single father now, with a kid to look after and a shop to run.

I try to do the right thing, as often as I can.

Like stopping to pick up an innocent blonde damsel up off the side of the road.

It's the least I can do to atone for past sins—even if Ashley's tight curves and irresistible lips make me want to commit a whole host of new ones.

But Ashley is making a mistake getting mixed up with me.

I should have warned her away when I had the chance.

Now, I find myself tangling with an old enemy, drawn back into the world I forsook…

… and dragging sweet Ashley along for the ride.

I can't risk letting her go now, as surely as I can't give up the taste of redemption her kisses promise.

But how far can we tread in this chaos before the demons of my past pull us under completely?

ASHLEY

After my last relationship fizzled out, I vowed I would never date another biker again.

So this thing with Damien? I wouldn't call us exactly a couple.

Even if his kid is damn cute…

And even if I can't resist the way his tattooed hands work their way over my shivering body…

But it doesn't take me long to realize that an unrivaled libido isn't all this sexy single father is packing.

What's a mild-mannered librarian like me to do when she finds out the biker who revs her engines might also be the man most likely to pull the trigger on her ex?

What have I gotten myself into with Damien?

And why does going even deeper feel so damn good?

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Sexy single dad romance, with a hot dose of alpha male biker bad boy thrown in for good measure? Sign me up! SAVAGE is a dark romance with a twist and plenty of sex to go along with it. Check it out if you love romantic thriller suspense motorcycle club romance series or new adult contemporary romances with heat level cranked all the way up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393733164

Book preview

Chapter 1

Ashley

As soon as I woke up , I felt nausea sweep over me. Tearing back the bed sheets, I raced to the bathroom, flinging the door open just in time to heave into the toilet bowl. I had woken up this way for the last month, and it was getting worse.

My head was spinning as I vomited. After dragging myself up to the sink, I splashed my face with cold water and looked in the mirror. It was peculiar to feel so ill, but I looked better than ever. My body had responded well to the pregnancy, and with all the changes to my hormones, I was glowing. If only my insides got the memo along with my face.

By the time I crawled back to bed, it was 8:30 am, and the thought of getting dressed and ready for work made me exhausted. Not to mention the fact that I already felt like I was going to puke all over again.

I reached for my phone and called Nicola, bracing myself for a sore ear.

She answered with a yawn and a slurp of her coffee.

Howlin Community Library. Nicola speaking. How can I be of assistance?

Nicola, it's Ashley.

There was more slurping of her coffee followed by a huffing noise. I imagined her sitting at the front desk, flaring her nostrils, with a croissant or two in front of her.

Don't tell me. You've got morning sickness again.

I'm so sorry.

Urgh...

Really, I am. I don't mean to be such a pain and call in sick every day.

This is the third time this week, she groaned. And the tenth time this month. This has got to be one of the sickliest pregnancies I've ever known.

There was no denying the bitterness in her voice. I knew how long she'd been married and how she had no children despite trying to get pregnant for years. But it wasn't my problem if she was jealous.

The doctor told me the healthier the mother, the worse the morning sickness.

Oh, he did, did he? Well, shall I presume you're the healthiest mother of all time then?

My hormones weren't only just making my skin glow, they were also making me irritable at the slightest thing, and right now, I wanted to leap down the phone line and strangle her.

Yeah, I'm pretty healthy, Nicola. And I can't help it if I get morning sickness.

The noise of her eating came as a reply.

I guess I could come in, I said. But I'll probably puke on a kid or something. Might not look great for business.

There were more eating and another slurp.

Yeah, suppose you're right. Take today off, but I really need you in tomorrow. We're short staffed as it is with Gina on holiday.

I'll come in tomorrow. I promise.

That's what I like to hear. By the way, I heard peppermint tea is supposed to be good for your stomach.

Just as I hung up, a knock came from the door. There was only one person I knew who knocked so rhythmically, and I rolled myself off the bed as I swallowed down the nausea.

Susan, I said, after opening the door. What are you doing here?

Got a day off. Thought I'd swing by with some breakfast for you. She looked me up and down, clearly noting my baggy pajamas and untamed hair.

Please tell me you called in sick.

Obviously.

She gave me a tight hug, making sure not to touch my stomach. Don't you worry about a thing. Just let your best gal, Susan take care of you.

She strutted into the kitchen and started pulling cups and plates out the cupboard. I grabbed my throw blanket off the sofa in the living room and wrapped myself up into a burrito and shuffled in with her.

I don't know what I'd do without you, I said. I feel just awful.

If it's any consolation, you look beautiful. She waved her fingers over her cheeks.

You're all glowy.

Thanks, but I feel like I'm dying.

Spinning me by the hips, she then guided me through to the living room and plopped me down on the sofa.

Sit here and don't move. I'll take care of you. Got you some nice peppermint tea that I heard is a magic potion for morning sickness.

Resting my tired head on the arm of the couch, I watched her walk away with an authoritative, matronly swagger.

I love you, Susan.

Shhhh....

She returned with a tray piled up with pastries and a little teapot I'd been given for Christmas three years ago but had forgotten existed. The tea smelled like mouthwash, but I didn't have the heart to tell her I hated herbal varieties.

Drink this, she said, pouring me a cup. It'll settle your stomach.

I took it from her using all my inner strength to not