Love in Dark Spots: Dark Rebels MC, #1

By S.E. Isaac and Josette Reuel

**Paranormal MC Romance**

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Roark is the president of the East Michigan Dark Rebels MC. He earned the title by proving his strength, intelligence, and loyalty time and time again. There's nothing he wouldn't do for his MC – his family. So, when the realtor tycoon, Richard Billingsworth, offers to buy the MC's land, Roark's answer is simple… no.

 

Kendra Niles is a simple woman just trying to live a quiet life. She recently took over her uncle's mechanic shop, which was basically belly up, and she's determined to make it a success. But, now, Richard Billingsworth is trying to get her to sell the shop and the land to him. When Kendra rejects his offer, Richard locks his sights on her and he isn't going to stop until he has her land. There's just one problem, Roark has his sights on her, too, and there's nothing he won't do to protect her.

 

Will the tycoon have the last laugh and end up with the deeds to Roark and Kendra's land? Or will Roark do what he does best and stop at nothing to protect those who he claims as his?

 

*Note* This story was originally released as part of the Dark Leopards Anthology. It has gone through an edit and update for its solo release, but it is essentially the same story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evanlea Publishing
• Release date: Aug 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393556534

S.E. Isaac

Coming from a family of military members, S.E. Isaac learned at an early age what it meant to travel. She spent six years of her childhood in Germany and the remainder in Missouri, USA. She became a young mother at the age of sixteen and learned what determination, motivation, and inspiration could do for one’s life. She has experienced just about everything life can throw at a person, from serving in the military, seeing the effects of war, divorces, childbirth, financial struggles, being a single parent, and raising a special needs child alone. Life hasn’t always granted her the happiness, which she desired, but she never quit treading water. You have to fight for what you want in life. Writing has always been an outlet for her, even at the young age of eight, which is when she started writing poetry and short stories. It has always been a dream to have her work published and to have readers connect with her characters. She believes that is every writer’s dream — to have their work truly read. Connect with S.E. Isaac www.facebook.com/monsterinthecookiejar www.twitter.com/SiobhanIsaac www.instagram.com/se.isaac/ www.tumblr.com/blog/seisaac www.booksprout.co/author/1269/s-e-isaac

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Love in Dark Spots: Dark Rebels MC 1

Copyright © 2020 S.E. Isaac and Josette Schaber (as Josette Reuel)

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Love in Dark Spots

A Dark Rebels MC Paranormal Romance

By S.E. Isaac & Josette Reuel

Roark is the president of the East Michigan Dark Rebels MC. He earned the title by proving his strength, intelligence, and loyalty time and time again. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his MC – his family. So, when the realtor tycoon, Richard Billingsworth, offers to buy the MC’s land, Roark’s answer is simple… no.

Kendra Niles is a simple woman just trying to live a quiet life. She recently took over her uncle’s mechanic shop, which was basically belly up, and she’s determined to make it a success. But, now, Richard Billingsworth is trying to get her to sell the shop and the land to him. When Kendra rejects his offer, Richard locks his sights on her and he isn’t going to stop until he has her land. There’s just one problem, Roark has his sights on her, too, and there’s nothing he won’t do to protect her.

Will the tycoon have the last laugh and end up with the deeds to Roark and Kendra’s land? Or will Roark do what he does best and stop at nothing to protect those who he claims as his?

Chapter One

Roark

The funeral took longer than I had expected. It should have been four hours tops. Not all day like it ended up being.

I couldn’t leave early out of respect for Smokey and his pack of wolf shifters, the Howlers. The Howlers MC had been close friends to my family and the East Michigan Dark Rebels MC for generations. Despite the Dark Rebels being mostly cat shifters and the Howlers being wolf shifters, the two MCs had been loyal to each other. It had been a long standing between us and their kind, from way before I was president of the East Michigan Dark Rebels.

When Smokey had called with news of the passing of his father, Pasco, I had felt my heart drop into my chest. Pasco was a kind man. There was nothing in the world that would keep me from attending the funeral, even if it did last forever.

It was the first wolf shifter funeral I had attended as the president of our MC. My father had always helped Pasco with the preparations. I never realized how many traditions there were in the burial of a wolf. Cat shifters kept things simple. Throw us in a box, toss us in the ground, and party hard to celebrate the deceased’s life.

The sun was now setting and we only had a few more miles to go to reach the clubhouse. The brothers and I swam across the river that separated the Howlers land from our land. The current was stronger than usual. Just like the funeral, it took longer than expected.

When we finally arrived on the other side, I shook my body violently. The water trapped in my fur splashed free of me. A growl next to me pulled my attention to my right.

Banshee stood there on all fours in her albino leopard form. She shook the water from her fur while she growled. The woman hated being wet. She was as tough as nails but despised water. But only in cat form. The clubhouse’s water bill was proof that she didn’t mind water in her human form.

I watched in amusement. Her head whipped in my direction and she glared at me with glowing red eyes. Good ol’ Banshee. Always mad at the world. She was mad that the funeral was during the day. Because her eyes are sensitive to light, I decided that we would leave before the sun came up. She complained, saying she didn’t need special attention. I told her she could drive there. She growled then demanded that she be treated like one of the guys. The woman was never happy. Her past was to blame for that.

I frowned at the thought of how Banshee had come into our lives.

Banshee hissed at me and gestured at the tree line ahead of us. She was right, it was time to go. We had shit to do back at the clubhouse and it was pointless to worry about the past. It had already come and gone.

Prez, Crimson called while knocking on my office door. I waved him in and went back to looking through the clubhouse and MC’s bills. Crimson walked in and took a seat in front of my desk.

Crimson was an enforcer for the MC. He’d been around since the dinosaurs. The wrinkles on his face, leather-like skin, thick gray hair and beard, and limp proved that time hadn’t been kind to him.

What’s up? I asked when he didn’t speak right away.

There’s been a hiccup with the shipment, Prez, he muttered. I looked up from my computer and slammed my fists on my desk. Crimson jumped in his seat but quickly settled. A two-day delay.

I don’t want to hear excuses. I want solutions! I growled. Crimson looked at me then lowered his head. If we were normal humans, I’d mind my tone and respect him as my elder. However, we weren’t normal humans, we were shifters. MC shifters and I was the president and pack leader.

Already working on it, Prez. I swear.

How did this happen?