More desperate to save her daughter than to keep her secret,
Shelby turns to the one man she knows can help, and who's heart she will break, again.
Disappearing after meeting a man online,
will Wyatt help find his daughter that has been a secret for 13 years?
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Shelby turns to the one man she knows can help, and who's heart she will break, again.
Disappearing after meeting a man online,
will Wyatt help find his daughter that has been a secret for 13 years?
Grab your copy of DARK SECRET right NOW!!
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Excerpt from Dark Secret
“Wyatt,” her silky voice calls out to me. A voice I never thought I’d hear again. A voice that still—after everything—has the power to ruin me.
“So, you do remember my name. Figured you’d forgotten it with the way you left.”
Her beautiful eyes soften as a tear slides down her cheek. The pained look tells me all I need to know. She’s not here for a reunion, nor to apologize for leaving the way she did. She wants something, and she’s desperate enough to come to me after all these years.
Well, she came to the wrong fucking man.
“I need your help.”
“I ain’t in the helping mood, darlin’, not anymore. Go ask someone else,” I snarl, stepping around her.
“Please,” she pleads. “My daughter’s gone.”
She has a kid? The fact that she could leave me so easily and have a child with someone else doesn’t escape me. It’s been years, and her moving on should be a given. So why does that hurt so much? I peek at her left hand. No ring. Commitment still isn’t her strong suit, it seems.
“Must get that skill from her mother. You were real good at running away yourself.”
“I’m not here to rehash the past, Wyatt. I really need your help.” Good. There’s nothing for the two of us in the past or in the present. She made damn sure of that thirteen years ago.
“Why should I care about some other man’s spawn?”
“Because she’s yours.”
Those words hit me like an electric shock, straight to the heart. I gape at her, unable to move. “Say that again? I could’ve sworn you said she was mine. Last time I checked, I didn’t see my name listed on a birth certificate anywhere.”
“My daughter… she’s yours.” This time, her voice cracks.
I narrow my eyes and take a step closer. “How do you know she’s mine? It’s been fucking years, Shelby. For all I know, you’re lying to me so I’ll help you.”
“She’s twelve, Wyatt. Do the math.”
With a frown, I push past her and pace the floor, ignoring the people around us watching our every move. If she’s really twelve, the timing would be right, but why the hell would I believe her? The woman I knew back then wouldn’t have hidden this from me. She knew I wanted kids. A tie to someone by blood, since my own family didn’t bother to stick around.
“Please, Wyatt,” she sobs. “She’s missing. I know something’s wrong. Someone’s taken her.”
The hurt in her voice brings every protective instinct I’ve ever had for her rising back to the surface. Between the noise, the eyes of everyone looking at us, and this fucking rager of a revelation swirling around my head, I can’t take it anymore.
Reaching out for her hand, she recoils.
“Jesus, Shelby, I’m not going to fucking bite you. We need to go someplace, away from all this noise, so I can think.” I reach out for her again, and this time, she allows me to touch her soft hand. I lead her down the hallway, straight toward the room I keep at the clubhouse. She stops dead the second she sees it, her face sullen and white.
“Come on.” Opening the door, I drag her inside, releasing her long enough to shut the door and everyone out. Shelby’s eyes dart around the space before focusing back on me. A slight tremor rolls down her body, as if she’s afraid of me.
“Start from the beginning.”
“Wyatt,” her silky voice calls out to me. A voice I never thought I’d hear again. A voice that still—after everything—has the power to ruin me.
“So, you do remember my name. Figured you’d forgotten it with the way you left.”
Her beautiful eyes soften as a tear slides down her cheek. The pained look tells me all I need to know. She’s not here for a reunion, nor to apologize for leaving the way she did. She wants something, and she’s desperate enough to come to me after all these years.
Well, she came to the wrong fucking man.
“I need your help.”
“I ain’t in the helping mood, darlin’, not anymore. Go ask someone else,” I snarl, stepping around her.
“Please,” she pleads. “My daughter’s gone.”
She has a kid? The fact that she could leave me so easily and have a child with someone else doesn’t escape me. It’s been years, and her moving on should be a given. So why does that hurt so much? I peek at her left hand. No ring. Commitment still isn’t her strong suit, it seems.
“Must get that skill from her mother. You were real good at running away yourself.”
“I’m not here to rehash the past, Wyatt. I really need your help.” Good. There’s nothing for the two of us in the past or in the present. She made damn sure of that thirteen years ago.
“Why should I care about some other man’s spawn?”
“Because she’s yours.”
Those words hit me like an electric shock, straight to the heart. I gape at her, unable to move. “Say that again? I could’ve sworn you said she was mine. Last time I checked, I didn’t see my name listed on a birth certificate anywhere.”
“My daughter… she’s yours.” This time, her voice cracks.
I narrow my eyes and take a step closer. “How do you know she’s mine? It’s been fucking years, Shelby. For all I know, you’re lying to me so I’ll help you.”
“She’s twelve, Wyatt. Do the math.”
With a frown, I push past her and pace the floor, ignoring the people around us watching our every move. If she’s really twelve, the timing would be right, but why the hell would I believe her? The woman I knew back then wouldn’t have hidden this from me. She knew I wanted kids. A tie to someone by blood, since my own family didn’t bother to stick around.
“Please, Wyatt,” she sobs. “She’s missing. I know something’s wrong. Someone’s taken her.”
The hurt in her voice brings every protective instinct I’ve ever had for her rising back to the surface. Between the noise, the eyes of everyone looking at us, and this fucking rager of a revelation swirling around my head, I can’t take it anymore.
Reaching out for her hand, she recoils.
“Jesus, Shelby, I’m not going to fucking bite you. We need to go someplace, away from all this noise, so I can think.” I reach out for her again, and this time, she allows me to touch her soft hand. I lead her down the hallway, straight toward the room I keep at the clubhouse. She stops dead the second she sees it, her face sullen and white.
“Come on.” Opening the door, I drag her inside, releasing her long enough to shut the door and everyone out. Shelby’s eyes dart around the space before focusing back on me. A slight tremor rolls down her body, as if she’s afraid of me.
“Start from the beginning.”
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MORE ABOUT DARK SECRET
Years ago Shelby Dawson fled, with nothing but a broken heart and a baby on the way. She never expected to see him again. She sure as hell never wanted to need him.
Until her daughter meets the wrong man online.
Until her daughter is taken.
When Shelby shows up at the clubhouse, drenched in rain and crying over her missing daughter, he wants to hurt her like she'd hurt him.
But when he discovers the missing daughter is his, he'll rain down hell on whoever took her, and he might just find redemption in the process.
Years ago Shelby Dawson fled, with nothing but a broken heart and a baby on the way. She never expected to see him again. She sure as hell never wanted to need him.
Until her daughter meets the wrong man online.
Until her daughter is taken.
When Shelby shows up at the clubhouse, drenched in rain and crying over her missing daughter, he wants to hurt her like she'd hurt him.
But when he discovers the missing daughter is his, he'll rain down hell on whoever took her, and he might just find redemption in the process.
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 MEET AVELYN PAIGE Avelyn Paige is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes stories about dirty alpha males and the brave women who love them. She resides in a small town in Indiana with her husband and three fuzzy kids. Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights writing. You can often find her curled up with a good book surrounded by her pets or watching one of her favorite superhero movies for the billionth time. Follow Avelyn on Amazon HERE |  MEET GERI GLENN Geri Glenn writes alpha males. She is a USA Today Bestselling Author, best known for writing motorcycle romance, including the Kings of Korruption MC series. She lives in the Thousand Islands with her two young girls, one big dog and one terrier that thinks he’s a Doberman, a bird, a hamster and two guinea pigs whose names she can never remember. Before she began writing contemporary romance, Geri worked at several different occupations. She’s been a pharmacy assistant, a 911 dispatcher, and a caregiver in a nursing home. She can say without a doubt though, that her favorite job is the one she does now–writing romance that leaves an impact. She loves homemade cookies, copious amounts of coffee and Diet Coke by the case. Follow Geri on Amazon HERE |
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