Crash

By Melissa Stevens

A man with a mission. A woman with a calling. Can they figure things out or are they destined to fail?

Crash has done it again. Sometimes he feels like he's lucky to have survived. There's a reason his brothers call him Crash. Now he's stuck recovering from his latest mishap on wheels, but is he ready for Amber?

Amber has seen it all before. Tough guys and those who never let you see that they're hurting. But she wasn't prepared for one who let people see that soft core. Was there more to the man than just his rough motorcycle club exterior?

Can Crash and Amber make it past the rule of never become involved with your patient? Can they make it work or are they destined to wanting each other from afar? Check out this hot, falling for the caregiver romance today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tektime
• Release date: Jan 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9788835465621

Melissa Stevens

Melissa was born and raised in Arizona, she’s spent her entire life living across the southern half of the state. She’s found that, along with her husband and three children, she prefers the small towns and rural life to feeling packed into a city. She started reading at a very young age, and her love for series started early, as the first real books she remembers reading is the Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner. Through the years she’s found that there’s little she won’t read, and her tastes vary from westerns, to romance, to sci-fi / fantasy and Horror.

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Crash

Melissa Stevens

Tektime

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Dedication

This Demented Souls book, like all the Souls books, is dedicated to my dad, Wilmer ‘Billy’ Stephens.

When I started the series I used him as a major resource, as he’d been a police officer, machinist, gun smith, Harley rider, mechanic and so much more.

Now that he’s gone, I write them in his memory.

Thanks Dad.

While I was growing up, my father had two of the best friends I’ve ever known of. They are the ones who taught me that family is more than just who you’re related to. As I was working on Maverick we lost the last of them. Now that all three are gone, I miss the others nearly as much as I miss Dad.

From here on out, the Demented Souls books are dedicated to the men who taught me all about brothers by choice.

Frank Edwards (1950-2006)

Wilmer Stephens (Dad) (1952-2017)

George Claridge (1955-2022)

Contents

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1

Searing pain woke him.

He opened his eyes only to slam them shut against the bright, painful light that seared through his eyes and into his brain. Voices surrounded him, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. He tried to remember where he was and how he’d gotten there not to mention why he hurt so bad, but the last thing he remembered was leaving the club house. How long ago had that been? Fire shot up his right leg. Crash clenched his teeth to keep from screaming.

Blackness washed over him.

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The next time he woke, he hurt, but not as badly as before. The bright light was gone and the room was only normally lit. He lifted tried to lift his arm to rub his face but found it didn’t want to move. He lifted his head and that’s when he realized he was in a hospital. He tried to remember how he’d gotten here, but there was nothing that told him why he was in the hospital.

You’re awake, that’s good. A young woman in scrubs moved around the edge of the curtain. I’ll let your doctor know. Is there anything I can do for you?

Crash tried to speak, but no sound came out.

She picked up a pitcher Crash hadn’t noticed and poured some into a cup then offered him a drink through a straw. Is that better?

Much, thank you. He swallowed again. How did I get here?

Your chart says you were in an auto accident, Mr. Zettwich.

Crash.

Yes, a crash.

No, not Zettwich. My name’s Crash.

Her brows shot up. Your name’s Crash?

Yes, ma’am. His mind started to clear, a little. He could think, but it was slow. Whatever they’d done to help the fiery pain that had woken him this time left him a little fuzzy around the edges.

Not ma’am, I’m Tara.

Nice to meet you, Tara. How long have I been here?

About a day. We were starting to wonder when you were going to wake.

Exhaustion pulled at him, or maybe it was the medication they had to still be giving him from the dull throb of most of his body. It was becoming difficult to follow what she was saying as sleep and confusion dragged at his brain.

I can see the meds are effecting you, so I’ll let you rest. If you need anything just hit the call button right here. She pulled what looked like a paddle attached to a thick cord. There are a few other things it does but right now you’re only concerned with the red call button.

I’ll try to remember it. His words sounded slurred even to him.

No worries if you don’t. We’ll check on you in a while. The doctor will be by in a couple hours. We’ll wake you if you’re sleeping. He can answer any questions you may have.

Crash’s eyes drifted shut despite his trying to keep them open.

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"M r. Zettwich, how are you