Exiled by Lana Grayson
(Anathema #2)
Publication date: March 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
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The only thing more sacred than the Anathema MC is the vengeance of a wronged man…
Excommunicated…
Exiled from the Anathema MC, Brew Darnell escaped the bullet only to face the unforgiving solitude of the road. With no future before him, Brew battles his past and vows to protect the one he loves the only way he can—by hunting the man who destroyed his family, devastated the Anathema MC, and betrayed every promise he ever made.
Saved…
Trapped in an abusive relationship with a sadistic biker, Martini Wright learned to manipulate, controlling her boyfriend’s temper with a wink and a smile until she’s traded as collateral to a rival MC. Her captor, Brew, has never trafficked a woman before, and Martini intends to exploit his guilty secrets to escape. Caught in the middle of a gang war, Brew and Martini fight a dangerous attraction—a second chance to heal from the mistakes of their past if they can confess the terrible truth.
Redeemed…
Brew failed his family before, but Martini can still be saved. With redemption delivered at the edge of a blade, Brew must choose who to rescue—the one he already lost…or the love he never deserved.
He didn’t kiss me. Our desperation wasn’t the soft
brush of lip against trembling lip.
He mauled me. Brew seized my mouth with such brutal
and unforgiveable possession I moaned against his power and prayed the teeth he
bared were only a threat and not the promise of a vicious bite. Like a fool, I
offered my neck anyway. The dangerous thrill shivered me from my head to my
toes and sliced through every delicate place in between.
My back struck the wall again. I had leaned too far
into the kiss, presuming too much and attempting to return his touch. His grip
tightened, but he didn’t hurt. He needed only one arm to keep me still. The
second pinned me for his own thrill.
His lips tore over mine. He tasted my every gasping
shudder. I had no air to call his name. He didn’t care. His body pressed into
me. His wasn’t a lover’s touch but a force of sheer muscle and size that served
only to remind me of my precarious situation.
I tempted a man teetering on a blade’s edge of
violence and regret.
One slip of his arm and he’d break my neck.
One murmur of pain from me, and I’d be the bullet
that finally fired into his brain.
Temple hunted him, Kingdom stalked us both, but it
was our fevered, frantic kiss that threatened our lives.
Every repressed ounce of our control crumbled away
as his tongue ravished mine.
His growl excited me. His touch thrilled me. His
punishing, crippling grip hauled me from the wall and threw me onto the bed.
He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t give me the
opportunity to escape. His lips crushed me once more, and his aggressive weight
pinned me under someone bigger, stronger, and in absolute control. I didn’t
know whether to hope for mercy or grip the blankets and just hang on.
He was everything I ever wanted, and that made him
the most dangerous man in the world.
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Lana Grayson was born to write romance. Her favorite genres range from the dark and twisty to the lighthearted and sentimental—as long as the characters are memorable, the story is fun, and the romance is steamy. Lana lives in Pittsburgh with her husband, and, when she isn’t bundled in her writing chair, she’s most likely cheering on the Steelers or searching for the ‘Burgh’s best Italian restaurants.
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