Rebel's Property (Book 1): Satan's Martyrs MC, #1

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 1 of the Satan's Martyrs MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this motorcycle club romance are available everywhere now!

 

He put me back together… just so he could break me again.

 

He saved me in my darkest moment.

But it was only for his own savage pleasure.

I should've run away when I had the chance.

It's too late. Because now, I belong to the rebel.

 

HOPE

 

I was reaching my breaking point when Killian came into my life.

 

There was no hiding what he is—a beast.

A rugged, savage beast.

A beast who plays hard.

Who takes control in ways I never knew I wanted.

In ways I never knew I needed.

 

I have to be careful around him.

 

But when he leaves me gasping for more…

When his words make me shiver at what's to come...

I realize that I don't want him to let me go.

 

Not now.

Not ever.

 

I want him to own me for good.

 

KILLIAN

 

The outlaw life has made me numb.

Once upon a time, I was a fiery, vicious biker.

Ready to ride 'til midnight and fight 'til dawn.

 

I loved everything about the club:

The patch with colors that terrified any man who dared think to challenge me.

The tattoos and muscle that brought willing females flocking to my bed.

The money that flowed in like a damn waterfall.

 

It all made me feel like a god.

 

But lately, I don't feel much of anything.

My brother is finally out of prison.

I should be happy.

But instead… I'm numb. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

 

Until Hope walked in.

 

Something about her wakes me up again.

Maybe taking the curvy girl for a ride will rekindle the flame that used to burn so brightly inside me.

 

But it turns out that she's far too innocent to be a part of my world.

She isn't ready for this:

The drugs. The violence. The darkness.

 

But once you go biker, you never go back.

And I don't care if she wants to run screaming for the hills.

I'm gonna do what I always planned on doing:

 

Pinning her to my bed.

Pressing my lips to her ear.

And telling her her grim new reality:

 

She's mine now.

Forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393806608

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Rebel’s Property: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Martyrs MC Book 1)

By Kathryn Thomas

He put me back together... just so he could break me again.

HE SAVED ME IN MY DARKEST moment.

But it was only for his own savage pleasure.

I should’ve run away when I had the chance.

It’s too late. Because now, I belong to the rebel.

HOPE

I was reaching my breaking point when Killian came into my life.

There was no hiding what he is—a beast.

A rugged, savage beast.

A beast who plays hard.

Who takes control in ways I never knew I wanted.

In ways I never knew I needed.

I have to be careful around him.

But when he leaves me gasping for more...

When his words make me shiver at what’s to come...

I realize that I don’t want him to let me go.

Not now.

Not ever.

I want him to own me for good.

KILLIAN

The outlaw life has made me numb.

Once upon a time, I was a fiery, vicious biker.

Ready to ride ‘til midnight and fight ‘til dawn.

I loved everything about the club:

The patch with colors that terrified any man who dared think to challenge me.

The tattoos and muscle that brought willing females flocking to my bed.

The money that flowed in like a damn waterfall.

It all made me feel like a god.

But lately, I don’t feel much of anything.

My brother is finally out of prison.

I should be happy.

But instead... I’m numb. Unfeeling. Uncaring.

Until Hope walked in.

Something about her wakes me up again.

Maybe taking the curvy girl for a ride will rekindle the flame that used to burn so brightly inside me.

But it turns out that she’s far too innocent to be a part of my world.

She isn’t ready for this:

The drugs. The violence. The darkness.

But once you go biker, you never go back.

And I don’t care if she wants to run screaming for the hills.

I’m gonna do what I always planned on doing:

Pinning her to my bed.

Pressing my lips to her ear.

And telling her her grim new reality:

She’s mine now.

Forever.

Chapter One

Hope

As I shuffle by the table where the Satan’s Martyrs sit, a shortish, fattish man calls out to me: Hey sweetheart, how about a kiss with that beer?

How about a slap instead? I think.

But I just giggle, because being a waitress sometimes means you have to giggle when you get heckled like that. It sucks, but nobody ever said that life was fair. I weave through the tables with trays balanced in my hands, propped on my forearms, and cradled in between my inner-elbows. For somebody who doesn’t really want to be a waitress, I’ve definitely picked up a few tricks, that’s for sure.

Enjoy your meal, I tell the family of four.

The father is a business type. He wears a dark blue suit and an earpiece. You rarely see people wearing things as extravagant as earpieces in Rocky Cove, California. The woman wears a white shirt so tight her face has turned red, like a finger wrapped in a rubber band. The two children are miniatures of their parents: a boy and a girl dressed like little businesspeople.

Excuse me, the man says, as I lay the last plate on the table.

I smile my respectful, I-am-here-to-help smile. No matter how many times I smile like this, it never feels real. For the hundredth time tonight, I think: I should be in the kitchen. I’ll never become a decent chef dancing around the tables.

Yes, sir? I say, my voice syrupy sweet.

"Who are those men?" The way he accents the last syllable makes me think he doesn’t see them as men at all, but rather as affronts to his idea of manners. Can’t say I blame him, exactly. The restaurant is three-thirds full, mostly with couples on their Friday date night. The Harrises and the Clarks and the Moores and the Johnsons all sit on two-people tables. Plus half a dozen couples I do not recognize. Maybe out-of-towners.

I lean down. Don’t let them hear you, I whisper.

The man does a double take, looking from his wife and then to me. Excuse me? he breathes.

They’re the Satan’s Martyrs. See that shortish, fattish one? That’s Patrick O’Connor. He’s the leader's brother, Killian O’Connor. Patrick just got out of prison. They’re celebrating. They’re going to be loud all night, as far as I can tell. But a bit of advice, sir, don’t let them hear you. They can be . . . I’ve heard the rumors. Everybody in Rocky Cove has heard the rumors. But I leave my sentence hanging. I don’t want to break my own advice.

The man swallows. A motorcycle gang, huh? he says.

They all wear the leathers with the sigil of a man impaled with knives, his face crooked into a smile. Message: Devil on my shoulder. The words ‘Satan’s Martyrs’ are scrawled above the man in jagged blood-red letters.

A club, I correct. Enjoy your meal, sir, I finish, standing straight and turning away from the table.

The last thing I need tonight is an out-of-towner making trouble with the Satan’s Martyrs.

There are eleven men sitting around the table.

I don’t recognize all of them, but I see Killian and Patrick O’Connor, the one they call Gunny, and the Remington brothers. Patrick O’Connor is an uglier version of his younger brother. He’s short where Killian is tall, fat where Killian is muscular. Killian’s blonde hair is ragged, wild, but not so wild and ragged as to make him look unkempt. It’s more like he just rolled out of bed and hasn’t touched a comb. His face is strong, his jaw square, a light sprinkling of blonde hair covering his cheeks. His lips are pensive and his eyes are bright blue.

Patrick has dirty blonde hair which looks wet, it is so greasy. His face is pudgy, squashed. His features seem to collapse into each other. Despite all that, he still looks like Killian; you would never struggle to believe they’re brothers. Gunny wears a leather jacket with the sleeves cut away. And the Remington brothers are both tall, thin, with egg-bald heads and tattoos of guns under their left eyes.

They laugh loudly, pound their drinks on the table, shovel food into their mouths and pay no mind to the other patrons in the restaurant.

All except for Killian.

As I walk back toward the counter, ready to greet any customers who enter, I notice that while the others are like animals in a zoo during feeding time, Killian sits with his elbows on his knees, his jaw clenched, staring.

At first

Reviews for Rebel's Property (Book 1)

[Amanda Rooney · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The Satan’s Martyrs MC series is ok for a quick read through. The characters are sweet and the story line is entertaining however, there are times when the story changes time/location in the middle of the chapter without any warning which I found did disrupt the flow.
So if you want a quick sweet read and can overlook grammatical quirks these books are great. If you like well written books then don’t waste your time.