Crush
(A bayonet
Scars Novella)
By J.C.
Emery
Release Date:
December 15, 2014
Young love
is always perfect. Until it's not.
Cheyenne
Grady is a total daddy's girl to her bad-ass father, the Sergeant-at-Arms of
the Forsaken Motorcycle Club. She's funny, and kind, and she just wants that
deep, earth-shattering love like her dad has with her school secretary, Holly.
But Cheyenne's been looking in the wrong direction, because the only good that
can come from the way she looks at Jeremy Whelan is a lesson in heartbreak.
Jeremy
always wanted to prospect for the Forsaken Motorcycle Club and wear the same
patch as his father. When a life-long dream becomes reality, Jeremy realizes
that the outlaw lifestyle is not for the faint of heart. Nor is it easy on
relationships. He wants to be a good man, but temptation is everywhere.
Cheyenne is
beautiful, and strong, and exactly what Jeremy could have forever. As long as
he doesn't screw it up.
Love is
never more powerful than the first time.
“Well,” I say slowly. The
idea's forming in my head, but it's stupid. I shouldn't be thinking about this.
Ever. The only thing that can come out of this is a majorly broken heart.
“Yeah?” Tracie says, eyes
widening and waiting for me to finish.
“What if we... sneak into
the party at the clubhouse...” I say and then shove my face into my hands. I
feel like an idiot. Jeremy and I had one date-- one truly awful date-- and we
haven’t had a kind word to say to each other since I threatened to push him out
of my bedroom window after he tried to maul me. But the idea of him turning
eighteen at the clubhouse with all of the Lost Girls and the wanna-be whores
who haven't earned the title yet leaves an uncomfortable feeling in my gut. I
just want to know, to see what's happening for myself. Daniel's going to be
there, too. He's still texting me, and I'm texting back now, so I kind of also
want to know what he's up to. If he's hooking up with someone during the party,
then he doesn't like me enough for me to continue to let him pursue me.
“You don't actually have
to sneak in. The doors will be open,” Tracie says. “It's so loud and dark in
there, I doubt anyone will notice us.”
“No, they’ll have
security this time. Things are kind of tense with the club,” I say and wave the
gun in the air. It’s a fine art—telling the truth without telling too much.
“They have prospects at
the gate and I highly doubt any of them would be stupid enough to turn you
away.”
As a child, JC was
fascinated by things that went bump in the night. As they say, some things
never change. Now, as an adult, she divides her time between the sexy law men,
mythical creatures, and kick-ass heroines that live inside her head and
pursuing her bachelor's degree in English. JC is a San Francisco Bay Area native,
but has also called both Texas and Louisiana home. These days she rocks her
flip flops year round in Northern California and can't imagine a climate more
beautiful.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
JC writes adult, new adult, and young adult fiction. She dabbles in many different genres including science fiction, horror, chick lit, and murder mysteries, yet she is most enthralled by supernatural stories-- and everything has at least a splash of romance.
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