Author: Lili St. Germain
Series: Gypsy Brothers #1
Release Date: January 2, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
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My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect.
Including my innocence.
When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.
Before my father died, Dornan Ross and his seven sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.
I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge.
But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.
I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.
Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
People think money equals power, but all the money in my bank account, the dirty notes laundered clean that my father had left to me, are useless.
Money does not equal power. Power is held by the one with the knife in his hand, tracing shallow cuts into your skin.
Power is held by the one who owns you.
I had power once.
Now, I have nothing.
Confucius said, “Before embarking upon a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
I planned to dig seven.
Though it was short, this story was unlike any other I had ever read. I hung on EVERY SINGLE WORD, anticipating and reading what was to come. Wanting revenge, wanting destruction, not knowing how it would happen. I could go into her back story, but it’s better for Sammi to tell you herself. She is much more eloquent than I. Just know that it’s a doozy, and it is guaranteed to rip your heart out. You will wonder how there are human beings on this earth that exist as they do. Vile creatures that revel in the suffering of others, you won’t be the least bit upset if and when they get their comeuppance. And Sammi aims to deliver it up close and personal.
It’s ironic, really. That, cunning as they all are, they don’t realize their judge, jury and executioner stands before them, painted in roses and ink.
Right out of the gate it becomes very apparent that the tone of this book series will be gritty and raw. Sammi plays the part well, and even though she does some morally reprehensible things herself, you understand why. You can empathize with her, you feel her pain. As I mentioned before, this book has a uniqueness that was very refreshing, especially coming from a debut author! This is the first book in a serial and I cannot wait to see what unfolds next!
For the first three years after I escaped, I was a broken shell, trying to survive, trying to forget. The scars, my constant reminder. The sound of a motorcycle. The touch of leather under my fingertips. Being in confined spaces.
I was broken, destroyed, and although he tried, Elliot couldn’t put me back together again.
The first time I tried to kill myself, I swallowed a bottle of pain pills from his grandmothers bathroom cupboard. It didn’t work. I woke up and I was still alive.
Elliot begged me to promise I’d never do it again. I did, and then the next day, I hooked up a hose to the exhaust of his car, locked the garage, and waited for sweet release.
Of course, he found me. Cut through the garage door with an ax and saved my sorry ass.
The third time, I was so pathetically obvious that he found me in the bath before I’d even had a chance to drag the razor blade down my wrists.
After the third time, he left. Because I was darkness, and he was sinking inside that darkness, and every time he tried to pull me out, I’d hold him under with me.
I understood. His life had revolved around saving my life for three whole years, and he couldn’t save me anymore.
“I have nothing left to give you,” is what he said, before he climbed into his car and drove away.
It was only after he’d left me that I realised I had been going about things all wrong.
That it wasn’t forgiveness and forgetting that my soul truly craved.
Once I set my sights on vengeance, life made perfect sense.
But by then, it was too late for Elliot and me. Our time was up. He was already with another girl, his baby in her belly.
So I stayed in Nebraska and learned to dance, and dreamed of my revenge.