When Dove Cries (Book 3 Red Wolves MC)
John Draven is vice president of the Red Wolves Motorcycle
Club. While on a special run, he meets
FBI Agent Cadence Vanaker again. Cade is
the man who killed his cousin five years ago and the one man he hates more than
anything, but now he’s forced to work with him to take down a human trafficking
ring operating in his hometown.
Cade wants more than anything to tell Draven that he wasn’t
the one who killed his cousin, but he can’t reveal the truth so he has to live
with Draven’s hate. When the two men
find a woman half dead and bound with zip ties, they both feel a need to
protect her.
Dove Aldrin is a sensitive young woman who had been abducted
and held prisoner for a long time. When
she escapes, she falls into the path of two men determined to help her and find
the man responsible. What she didn’t
count on was falling for both of them.
How can she pick one over the other, especially when they can’t stand
each other?
**Each book in the series is interracial menage.
Slowly, awareness fluttered back to Dove.
First, there were noises. The gentle swish of the air conditioning. The hum of
a machine. Then came the antiseptic cleanliness of the air. Finally, she felt
the stiff bleached sheets tucked in around her. She cracked her eyelids. A
white room and light green curtain. A hospital. It meant she was rescued. She
was safe.
She shifted her gaze and saw her angel reclined
in a chair next to the bed. His arms lay crossed over his massive chest and his
booted feet were crossed at the ankles. His chin rested on his chest as he
dozed, and she was afraid he was going to wake up with a painful crick.
Draven. Was that his first or last name?
She took a moment to study him, admiring
his sandy blond hair that hung a little long over his collar. She vaguely
remembered he had pretty blue eyes. He wore a black leather vest over a white
T-shirt that looked as if it had seen better days. On the upper left-hand side,
she read the name of his motorcycle club, The Red Wolves, and under that was a
patch that said V. President. She didn’t know anything about motorcycle clubs
or motorcycles in general. In fact, her father had warned her not to get too
close to the rough men who lived the biker life. They were trouble, he’d said.
Clearly, her father had been wrong, because this man sitting next to her bed
was her angel, her savior, and she was going to stick by his side the rest of
her life. If that meant living among bikers, so be it.
At that moment, the door opened and
another biker walked in wearing black leather with a satchel that hung
diagonally across his body. His leather vest had a patch that said Nomad. He
was just as tall as her angel, although his body seemed a little suppler in its
strength. Silver shot through his dark, cropped hair, and the puppy dog brown
eyes that met her gaze made her belly quiver with attraction, even in her
weakened state. He carried two cups of coffee and halted when he saw that she
was awake. A small smile graced his lips, and a dimple popped up in his left
cheek that softened his harsh countenance. She returned the smile and watched
as he made his way to the other side of her bed where an empty chair waited. He
set the coffees down upon the C-arm table that hugged the bed over her legs.
“Hello,” he whispered.
“Hello,” she whispered back.
“I’m Cadence, but call me Cade—Cade
Vanaker. You probably don’t remember me, but I was there yesterday with John.”
“John?”
Cade nodded toward the sleeping man on the
other side of her bed. “John Draven. What’s your name?”
“Dove Aldrin.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Dove, although
it’s crappy circumstances.”
She flinched at the memories of the circumstances.
“He won’t find me, will he? He won’t hurt me again?”
Cade slowly reached out and took her hand
in his. He caressed the soft skin right above where the white gauze ended with
his thumb. The soft attraction fluttering in her belly blossomed through the
rest of her body.
“I promise
you, he won’t hurt you again. He’s dead, Dove. That’s why you were forgotten in
that shit hole.”
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These sound awesome! Congrats Beth. Nikki Prince
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