Cover Designer: Double J Book Graphics
Cover Model: Jason JC Kurtis
Photographer: Jason Hanscom
Publisher: Wolf Paw Publications
Ryder thought this last run was going to be simple, but little did he know that what was about to happen would not only test him but test the whole Dueling Dragons MC.
Follow along with the MC and Ryder as they are pinned brother against brother, leader against leader and lastly lover against lover. Will Ryder find his way out of this to get back to Faith? Or will he be left to ride alone again...
The gym manager jumps up to check the dude out and looks at me. “What the fuck did you do, man?”
I shrug. “I only hit him once.”
The manager walks over to the guy and gives him a little kick and the guy starts to grumble on the floor. Deciding that it’s time for me to get the hell out of here, I jump out of the ring and begin to unwrap my hands of the tape. I look up and see Filthy walking toward me. “Dude, what the fuck did you do to that guy?”
I shrug. “One hit and he went down.”
Filthy shakes his head and just looks at me with wonder in his eyes. I look over at the guy in the ring with the manager. He’ll be okay, so I turn to leave.
“See ya back at the club, brother.”
Filthy nods and goes back to working out. He may be skinny, but he’s all muscle, and I know he works out here every day. I think I need to get myself into a regular routine and hopefully find a trainer to keep my skills up. I’m not sure if I want to walk away from fighting every now and then. The money is good, and it’s fast and easy.
I am broken, and my life is no longer what it once was. I am a changed man. In the past few months, I have visited Hell and returned with a new conviction about myself; and the man that I am. Either she understands, and promises to stand behind me, and the choices I have to make in life; or she move on without me. I have a responsibility to the Dueling Dragons brotherhood first and foremost now.
I can still hear her parting words: that she hates me, burning through me as she walked out the door. Out the fucking door without a look back.
Fuck this. I need to work out this frustration and feel the inner pain. I decide to go for a ride and then hit up the gym in town. I need to feel my fist hitting flesh. I need that adrenaline high I get from fighting. It makes me feel alive and in tune with myself. I need to feel the wind at my back and just get away. It’s been months since I rode hard.
Growing up in a small town close to Seattle, Rose saw many different walks of life. But growing up around bikers and rockers, she experienced most things people only dream of.
Now a thirty’s something wife, mother, sister, aunt and best friend –she is devoting her time and energy to bringing these experiences and many more to you in her books. Contact via Email
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