Author: Jessica Gadziala
Series: Henchmen MC Legacy #1
Release Date: January 21, 2020
Genre: Dark Romance, Romantic Suspense
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She left a broken girl.
Damaged in a way no one should ever be.
But determined to make a difference in the world.
She stayed away.
Training. Learning. Hardening.
Bending and breaking herself into what she needed to become to fulfill her mission in life.
Something righteous, but wicked in its own way.
There were promises left unfulfilled.
Questions left unanswered.
Hearts to be unbroken.
Maybe most especially her own.
Title: The Rise of Ferryn
Series: Henchmen MC Legacy #1
Genre: Dark MC Romantic Suspense
Author: Jessica Gadziala
Release Date: January 21, 2020
1 notorious 1%er
1 innocent trapped in an impossible situation
1 vicious crime lord
3 people who aren’t who they appear to be
= one big (bloody) mess.
Reign is no stranger to the criminal underbelly and hard life, but when a random woman comes (literally) crashing into his life- learning things she has no business knowing, and bringing with her the weight of the city’s biggest skin trader, the “hard life” starts to take on a whole new meaning.
My life has been about three things- brotherhood, good times, and women. Easy. Nothing complicated. That was until Willow Swift came barging back into my life, face bloodied, banging at the gates of The Henchmen compound calling in a favor owed. Now a marker is a marker and I had to make good, but if there was one woman in the world I didn’t need in my life, it was the hard-as-stone, hot-as-sin Willow Swift and whatever mysterious ghosts from her past that were haunting her present.
My life has been nothing but two things: hard and complicated. The last person I wanted in my business was the notorious love-em and leave-em Cash, but I needed help and he was the only one I could lean on without worrying about him finding out about my past. But I was starting to wonder if maybe he was his own kind of dangerous bent on tearing down some things I had long since learned were not possible for me- like falling for a guy I could not, ever, let see the real me.
He was just supposed to be saving her from herself… and the half dozen criminal enterprises that would want her blood when they realized what she had done.
What he hadn’t planned on was her invading every aspect of his life with her fiery temper and inability to take no for an answer. And when he finally got beneath her walls and found out why she had gotten herself into trouble in the first place, he knew what he needed to do.
He sure as hell didn’t think he would end up being the one who would need saving…
In concept, the plan was simple: prospect at The Henchmen MC. In practice, however, it was anything but. One, because I was a woman. Two, because it was a brotherhood. And three, because Repo, the man who was in charge of making my life a living hell until I quit or screwed up enough to get thrown out, also happened to be the hottest guy I had come across in ages.
The problem was, if I didn’t get in and stay in despite the hazing from the members and the undeniable attraction building between me and Repo, there was a very good chance I would be found by them. And if I was found by them, well, I was dead.
How the hell was I supposed to get her out of the MC when, one, I didn’t agree with the fact that because she was a woman, she had no place in The Henchmen. Two, because she was strong, smart, capable, and determined to get a patch. And three, because, well, I wanted her.
The problem was, if I didn’t get her kicked out, I would be screwing up a job that was important to the prez. But the problem was also that if I kicked her out, there was no way I was going to get a shot with her.
I didn’t know, however, that the real problem was a lot more complicated and a lot more dangerous than disappointing my boss or not getting laid… the problem was Maze had demons and they were hot on her trail…
The relative peace we have known for years was gone in one violent act. Then, among the ever-present and increasingly bloody unknown threat, I met her.
But when passions ignite, complicating an already impossible situation, I am left to wonder if there is a way to overcome the dark and twisted secrets of my past that would allow me to have any kind of future with her.
I was just a normal girl. I swear. One moment, I was just living my usual boring life. The next, I found myself in the middle of some kind of underground war between an outlaw biker gang and some faceless enemy.
Trapped in a whole new world and in ever-increasing close proximity to the tall, strong, long blond-haired, deep blue-eyed biker named Duke, yeah, let’s just say things got even more interesting.
But Duke had secrets.
And when they came into the light, I realized they were the kind that I wasn’t sure I could live with…
2 people trying to find love among the wreckage
5 big surprises
The fate of entire beloved organization in the balance
= one big, sexy, bloody, hell of a ride.
The war was over.
The dust had settled.
The numbers were increasing.
Everything had finally started to calm down.
Until one night on a walk, I came across her…
Fighting. F@cking. F@cking things up. That was my life. That was how I got out of the world I had been raised in. And it was how I intended to keep living my life.
That was, of course, until I came across her. The game changer.
Hard work. That was pretty much all you could say my life consisted of. It was what got me out of a rough childhood. It was what made me get my first taste of success. Before things went to hell, that is. But it was what was going to get me back on my feet too. So I didn’t need any distractions. Certainly not one that came covered in scars, blood, leather, and in a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Yet, there he was.
And I was thinking maybe a distraction wouldn’t be that bad, right?
Family. Brotherhood. Music. Women.
That was pretty much my life. And it was one I was happy with too. Until I came across her- the one woman I knew I had no right to put my hands on, the woman who I still felt such a connection with that, even though I knew I had to keep my hands – and other body parts – to myself, I wanted to be in her life.
So I became her friend.
Except, this sweet, shy, bookworm was making being honorable a hell of a lot harder than I expected.
To be perfectly honest, that was pretty much all my life was about. And I was happy with that. I lived a thousand lives. I saw and felt things in stories I never could have otherwise.
Besides, real life was never as good as books.
Until I came across him.
He was leading man material if I ever saw it.
You know, just not for me.
He made that perfectly clear.
We were going to be friends.
That was it.
Except, maybe that simply wasn’t enough…
I have one mission in life.
I didn’t have time for anything else.
Let alone the mysterious, unfairly good-looking member of a local outlaw biker gang.
But Edison is not the kind of man to be easily ignored, and the closer he gets, the more I seem to sway from my mission.
Until the unthinkable happens.
That has always been my type, women with that ‘something’ that you can’t quite put your finger on. And Lenny with her knife-sharp tongue, stubbornness, and guards thicker than almost any I had ever seen, yeah, she had that thing. And I wanted to put my finger on it.
Finger. Mouth. Tongue… everything on her.
But Lenny is hiding things.
And it wasn’t until her world shatters around her that I finally get to see what was beneath them all along. And it is more than I could have ever hoped for. It’s something I want to hold onto. I guess the only thing left is to get that through her stubborn head as well…
I had long since given up hope of the pursuit of genuine happiness. It wasn’t possible after all the sh*t I had been through. I had my siblings, my club, a purpose in life. It was enough.
Until I came across her.
She represented everything that I knew I couldn’t have – stability, a future, a way out of my past.
And, it seemed, the harder I tried to keep her at a distance, to protect her from my reality, she only got in deeper, only pulled me closer.
Then, one night, an old face popped up in Navesink Bank. And everything changed forever.
I liked my life. I liked the freedom and simplicity of it, even if it was, perhaps, a little lonely.
Then one night, there he was.
With the saddest eyes I had ever seen.
He represented everything my life didn’t need – chaos, violence, uncertainty. But, at the same time, everything it was lacking – companionship, connection.
He tried to fight it, to keep up his guards, to keep me at arm’s length.
But, well, fate had other plans.
That was the night everything changed.
Down an alley, facing down a new, yet familiar, big bad in Navesink Bank, forcing us together, making us confront the reality of what was happening between us.
Trapped together, waiting for the winds to blow over, he finally trusted me enough to let me in, to give us a shot, to invite me into his family.
That is, if all of us survived the upcoming storm…
Sugar had known a lot of women in his life. But he’d never met anyone quite like this mermaid-haired, tattooed, pierced, smartass woman named Peyton who made it clear she didn’t want anything from him except as many orgasms as he could give her.
So what was he supposed to do when he realized he did want more? How was he supposed to get this woman who was so committed to non-commitment to take a chance on him? Or convince the loansharks and ex-armed robbers that loved her that he was worthy? All the while trying to figure out how a dead man from his past had somehow come back to life… and why he was coming for him…
They knew she was going to strike back for taking down her empire, for imprisoning her for years.
All those years stuck in a cell gave her a lot of time to think, to plot, to plan her revenge.
But they couldn’t have anticipated this.
He decided it was time to retire, settle down, become something nice and tame. Like an arms-dealing biker in some town called Navesink Bank. He could get behind that lifestyle.
He’d anticipated a lot of things. Drinking. Brotherhood. A little action peppered in here and there to keep things from getting too dull.
But there was one thing he hadn’t planned on.
A woman moving in across the hall from him. The way something within him recognized something inside her. A past. Secrets. Darkness. Hidden behind thick walls, impenetrable shields, and a biting sort of confidence.
He damn sure couldn’t have prepared himself for the sudden and uncharacteristic urge to force his way into her life, get her to open up to him, feel comfortable enough to give her all the dark and ugly parts of his past. And – dare he even think it – plan a future with her.
You know… if she would stop disappearing for weeks at a time without a clue as to where she was going…
He joined the MC for many reasons. To be able to financially take care of his mother and sisters, to have fun, to let loose, to meet women. But only casually. Only for a night or two. He wasn’t ready to settle down.
Until one day, when the president gives him a job. Just drop the guns, get the money, come home. Don’t f— it up.
Except everything goes to hell. And he has just six weeks to find the woman who stole the guns, work with her to track down replacements, and try not to get too distracted.
The problem being, Livianna – the gun-running leader of a rag-tag group of arms dealers turns out to be one hell of a distraction…
Growing up in MCs, he was used to the status quo. Brotherhood. Parties. Women in passing. And he was sure that was all he would ever want – or need. Until one night, he came across her.
She had ten years to make up for. Old bonds to reinforce. Revenge to plot and execute. The last thing she expected was an arms-dealing biker to come into her life, making her second-guess all her plans for her future…
He’s been waiting for a storm for years.
Well… she has finally blown into town.
He’d always been good at starting over.
That had been his job for a long time.
New country, new identity, new scumbag to track down, and bring to justice.
It was just the job.
Until, suddenly, someone made it more.
But life had plans that didn’t involve white picket fences and happily-ever-afters.
And there was no choice but to move on.
That didn’t mean ghosts of the past didn’t plague him, follow him no matter how many times he changed his name, how many places he ran to.
Eventually, he traded one world for another.
The past seemed as far behind him as it was possible.
Until one day, it was there.
She was there.
Life didn’t offer many second chances.
And he was hellbent on making things right.
Even if she didn’t want anything to do with him ever again.
I had spent so much of my life alone, disconnected, unable to form any kind of lasting bonds. After so long, I had begun to believe that was all there would ever be for me, had come to accept it as my reality.
Then there she was. Everything I wasn’t, everything I convinced myself I could never have.
But, God, I wanted.
I had been on my own for so long. Hopping states, changing towns, never able to put down roots, make friends, form connections.
It was how it had to be.
There was no other option for me. I had long since learned to come to peace with that.
Until there was a reason to want to stay, to want to build with someone, to finally get all the things I had been denied.
Even as I started to let myself believe any of that was possible, my past found me once again, ripped everything away from me.
Ripped him away from me.
And everything we had just begun to explore.