Sometimes you have to go to dark places before you can truly find the light.
Sarah Darcy has created the life she always wanted with her dream job in London, as far from Australia as she can get. However, all she’s ever wanted was to love and be loved. She thought she’d found it in bad boy biker, Alex Riley; until he ripped her heart out.
Unwanted his whole life, Alex went from foster child to an outlaw and enforcer with The Devils MC. He never went looking for love, never thought he deserved it, until he found Sarah. To keep Sarah safe, he ended the relationship. But he couldn’t stay away, not forever.
Alex has come to start his life over as well. But he’s running from a dark and violent past that will not let him go alive. Forced to run for their lives across Europe, being chased by a biker gang hell-bent on revenge. With no one else to turn to, can Sarah trust Alex, let alone love him again?
The Devil Within is a standalone novel from The Devils MC. If you like flawed heroes looking for redemption, strong women looking for love and a dark and dangerous criminal underworld, you’ll love exploring The Devils MC.
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EXCERPT:
‘Did you even take your keys with you today?’ Sarah was still giggling as she placed her own keys on her allocated hook on the vintage hall stand that held an assortment of coats, hats and scarves. There was a hook for each of the flatmates and the idea was they would hang their keys to let the others know they were home. Heather’s bunch of keys and assorted keyrings hung in their normal place.
‘Lordy! I did leave them at home.’ Heather clapped her hand to her head.
‘Come on, I’ll put the kettle on and you start packing. When will Matt be here?’ Sarah shrugged out of her coat and started down the hall towards the kitchen, following the path illuminated by the living room light Heather flipped on.
‘About half an—’
Sarah flicked the kitchen light on, pausing as she waited for Heather to finish her sentence. Instead, a loud crash came from the front of the flat. Sarah dropped her bag and coat on the floor.
What in the…
She hurried back up the hallway. ‘Heather?’
‘You little bitch,’ shouted a distinctly Australian voice, its edges hard and rough.
Sarah’s skin prickled with heat and she raced the final steps to the living room. ‘Oh my God! Heather!’
Her flatmate was struggling against a tall, well-built man with an ugly raised scar above his left eye. Heather kicked out, the hand across her mouth already sporting bloody teeth marks. A second man, a little shorter than the first, stepped forward raising a gun.
Sarah screamed. We’re being robbed. Another horror ripped through her mind. Please, please, take the money and leave us alone.
‘Evening, love. Where’s your boyfriend?’ said the shorter man.
‘What?’ Sarah felt her legs turn to jelly as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the living room, across from Heather and her captor.
‘We’re looking for Hollywood. Where is he?’
She’d never seen either of the men in her flat, but instinctively she knew who they were. Or rather, where they were from. Members of outlaw motorcycle clubs wore menace the same way they wore their colors. Her mind flashed back to the night she’d met Alex. He wore a leather cut with a skull and guns insignia on the back. A patch on the front left was embroidered with the name Hollywood.
The gun was jammed into her ribs. Sarah held her breath, the lack of oxygen disorienting like she was being dragged under the ocean, twisting and turning her until she no longer knew which way was up. Except for the searing pain where it felt as if her hair was being ripped from her head, and the gun punching a hole into her side.
‘Fuck!’
The tall man shoved Heather away, and she collapsed over the back of the sofa. Her foot must have connected hard with his shin as he hopped about for a second. He recovered and punched her hard in the face. Heather collapsed to the floor.
‘No!’ screamed Sarah.
Something crashed out in the hallway, then a hooded man plunged into the room, tackling the tall guy to the ground behind the sofa. Heather shrieked and tried to crawl out of the way. What the hell was going on?
‘Heather!’
‘Keep your mouth shut!’ The grip on Sarah’s hair grew stronger, the gun pushing so hard against her she was sure her ribs would snap.
The third man emerged from behind the sofa. His hood had slipped from his head. Sarah’s lungs burned and spots appeared before her eyes. She dragged in a breath that felt like razor blades going down her throat. She knew that hair, that face.
Alex.
Author Bio:
Tanya Nellestein has been recreating the fruits of her overactive imagination on paper since she was a child. She is an avid reader, novelist, experience enthusiast, outstanding car vocalist, and Queen of fancy dress. Tanya writes gut-churning historical fiction, contemporary crime/mystery and suspense with a romantic angle that always includes good sex and a happily ever after. One thing you will always get with Tanya's books - a strong woman who knows who she is (eventually) and gets what she wants.
She lives on the outskirts of Sydney with her two children, a psychotic cat and a dog that refuses to believe he’s not human. Tanya is also an award-winning freelance journalist and member of the Romance Writers of Australia, the Australian Romance Readers Association and the Romance Writers of New Zealand.
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