Edge of His Mercy (Book 2): Immortal Souls MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

This is book 2 of the Immortal Souls MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I'm walking a fine line between pleasure and pain.

I fell for the outlaw before he ever spoke a word.

Now, he needs my help.

I'm caught between love and the law, between desire and duty.

And the only way out is death.

LILY

A rugged biker with a reputation for vigilante justice is the last man I should be falling for.

But here I am, on my knees and firmly under his control.

This is definitely not where a cop should be.

Much less a rookie female cop with a family legacy to uphold…

And a vicious, violent case to solve.

Hammer makes me crave his touch from the second I meet him.

But when someone frames him for a crime he didn't commit, the tables are turned.

Now, he's the one who needs me.

Especially as the stakes grow higher and higher.

As threats turn to carnage and shadows turn to killers, a fiery love explodes between two polar opposites who never belonged together.

We can't stop what we've started.

So the question is:

Can I trust the bad boy to keep me alive?

HAMMER

The past is never as dead as you think it is.

Just when you're starting to believe that the worst is truly behind you…

It comes roaring back with a vengeance.

And the timing couldn't be worse.

My club, the Immortal Souls MC, needs me to keep being its strong and fearless leader.

Now more than ever.

And the curvy police officer with a sassy mouth needs me to bring her body to blinding lows and soaring heights.

She and I are tumbling into something passionate that never should have happened.

And yet, here we are.

There's no turning back now.

There is only the warrior's way out.

I always swore I would face my demons with my chin raised and my jaw set.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I just never thought that I'd have so much hanging in the balance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393179825

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Edge of His Mercy: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Immortal Souls MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

I’m walking a fine line between pleasure and pain.

I FELL FOR THE OUTLAW before he ever spoke a word.

Now, he needs my help.

I’m caught between love and the law, between desire and duty.

And the only way out is death.

LILY

A rugged biker with a reputation for vigilante justice is the last man I should be falling for.

But here I am, on my knees and firmly under his control.

This is definitely not where a cop should be.

Much less a rookie female cop with a family legacy to uphold...

And a vicious, violent case to solve.

Hammer makes me crave his touch from the second I meet him.

But when someone frames him for a crime he didn’t commit, the tables are turned.

Now, he’s the one who needs me.

Especially as the stakes grow higher and higher.

As threats turn to carnage and shadows turn to killers, a fiery love explodes between two polar opposites who never belonged together.

We can’t stop what we’ve started.

So the question is:

Can I trust the bad boy to keep me alive?

HAMMER

The past is never as dead as you think it is.

Just when you’re starting to believe that the worst is truly behind you...

It comes roaring back with a vengeance.

And the timing couldn’t be worse.

My club, the Immortal Souls MC, needs me to keep being its strong and fearless leader.

Now more than ever.

And the curvy police officer with a sassy mouth needs me to bring her body to blinding lows and soaring heights.

She and I are tumbling into something passionate that never should have happened.

And yet, here we are.

There’s no turning back now.

There is only the warrior’s way out.

I always swore I would face my demons with my chin raised and my jaw set.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I just never thought that I’d have so much hanging in the balance.

Chapter 1

THE SHOOTER LAY PERFECTLY still under his car, peering through the scope as Corporal Grimes and his friends milled about in the picnic shelter. With the faintest of movements, the shooter adjusted his aim, watching a target a moment before moving on to the next. He would get only one shot. The range was at the extreme limit for the Browning, around 1,200 yards, but he was good.

No, he was very good.

He’d been waiting for a chance to make his statement, and this setup was flawless—a target rich environment with a broad, flat, clear firing lane. He’d been following the Souls for weeks, learning their patterns and movements. This was outside their regular routine, but that’s what made it so perfect. They were down there, almost three-quarters of a mile away, totally unaware that death was waiting to choose one of them.

His car was parked in the back corner of the recreation center parking lot; a parking lot that overlooked the entirety of Gravely Park. There were enough cars to provide plenty of cover so that his Honda Accord didn’t stand out, but not so many that he was likely to be discovered. Lying under his ghillie net, he was just another part of the shadows. He’d picked this spot because there was a gentle depression in the pavement that channeled water into a storm drain that gave him just enough room to squeeze under the car.

He kept his eye on the scope, adjusting his aim again, the sight picture sliding over to rest on a brunette with big breasts talking in a group of other women. His cock throbbed with excitement, imagining her chest exploding in a geyser of blood as the 150-grain full metal jacket bullet ripped her apart. At this range, the high-powered rifle round would lose much of its knock-down power and would impact with no more energy than a handgun round. But a handgun could be just as deadly with proper shot placement.

The crosshairs moved again, coming to a stop on Corporal Grimes. The shooter watched as Grimes ate a burger, telling some story that made everyone laugh. His finger tightened on the trigger. Two pounds. Only two pounds of pull to end his life. The crosshairs slid again, coming to rest on the chest of a man standing beside Grimes holding his own burger.

The shooter exhaled slowly and held his breath as he became still as death.

THE FIRST SOUND HAMMER heard was the heavy thud as the bullet impacted Stilt’s chest before erupting out of his back in a spray of blood, bone, and meat, followed by the hissing snap of a supersonic bullet.

He’d served only one tour in Iraq, but in combat you learned quick or you died.

Down! he shouted, grabbing the nearest two people, one in each hand, and hauling them down as his instincts took over and he threw himself onto the concrete. They were taking sniper fire and any target the shooter could see he could kill.

Get down! he roared again as several women stood in stunned amazement. They weren’t moving fast enough.

He leaped to his feet and scrambled to the nearest woman, staying behind the tables until he reached her and dragged her down.

Stay down. We’re taking fire! he snarled before he popped his head up for a quick look around. Everyone was down now, he ducked his head again before he lost it.

Hammer scrambled to Knife as he crouched beside Stilts. What the fuck? Knife snarled as Hammer arrived.

Hold on, brother, Duck murmured as he tried to stop the bleeding, pressing his hand against Stilts’ chest.

We’ve got a man shot! Mike shouted into his phone. Gravely Park at... He paused. What the fuck is the number of this place? he cried as he looked for some identifying marker.

The men glanced around as they frantically looked for some identifying number.

Three, Goose called out.

At picnic shelter three! Mike paused again as he listened. No! No one, but I know a fucking gunshot when I see and hear one!

Hammer tried to help Duck. Hang on brother, Hammer said, ripping off his Souls jacket and pressing it against the wound to try to slow the bleeding. It was hopeless, a puddle of blood was already leaking out from under Stilts, but he had to try. Stay with me, okay?

Stilts looked at him and nodded, but said nothing. He was beginning to gurgle as his lungs filled with blood.

Tell them to haul ass! Hammer roared at Mike, then looked back at Stilts. You’re going to be okay, you hear me? You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me, Stilts. Medical is on the way, so you stay with me!

Stilts nodded again. Hurts, he murmured.

That’s good. It’s good it hurts, Hammer said, softer. That tells you you’re still alive.

Stilts began to nod again, but then a look of peace came over his eyes, and he stilled.

Stilts! Stilts, goddamn you. Fight! You fight, you bastard! Hammer tried to call his friend back from the edge. He released his two-handed press of his coat and searched for a pulse. He found it, but it was far too fast and shallow as Stilts’ heart pumped his life out onto the ground.

Hang on buddy, Hammer said, his voice thick as he pressed harder on his brother’s chest. Just hang on a few more minutes. You can do that. You can hang on just a couple more minutes. Come on buddy. Hang in there. You can do it.

The rest of the Souls had crawled over, staying low behind the tables, gathered around Stilts from all sides. Duck’s old lady was holding Stilts’ hand as tears