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    Off Limits: Grim Angels MC, #1
    Off Limits: Grim Angels MC, #1
    Off Limits: Grim Angels MC, #1
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    Off Limits: Grim Angels MC, #1

    By Evelyn Glass

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    Off Limits is book 1 of the Grim Angels MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Off Balance and Off the Rails are available everywhere now!

    IT ONLY TOOK ONE RIDE ON THE BIKER TO GET ME PREGNANT.

    I'd made a promise to myself after my last ex:
    NO. MORE. BAD. BOYS.

    But deep down, I knew I couldn't stay away.

    Scott is the kind of man who breaks what he loves.
    And that's exactly what I want.

    The promises he whispers in my ear make me shiver.
    This won't be over, he says,
    Until he's put his ring on my finger…
    And his baby in my belly.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateJan 7, 2019
    ISBN9781386253266
    Off Limits: Grim Angels MC, #1

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      OFF LIMITS: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Grim Angels MC Book 1)

      By Evelyn Glass

      IT ONLY TOOK ONE RIDE ON THE BIKER TO GET ME PREGNANT.

      I’D MADE A PROMISE to myself after my last ex:

      NO. MORE. BAD. BOYS.

      But deep down, I knew I couldn’t stay away.

      Scott is the kind of man who breaks what he loves.

      And that’s exactly what I want.

      The promises he whispers in my ear make me shiver.

      This won’t be over, he says,

      Until he’s put his ring on my finger...

      And his baby in my belly.

      Chapter One

      The smell, it was the first thing she noticed when she opened the door. When she remembered it, it always seemed to take on a human form, as if its fingers were reaching for her from the dark behind the half-opened front door. Coppery and thick, it ignited every animalistic instinct she had, wiping away her anger and making her want to cower or run. There are few things that actually smell the way they taste and, for Jessica, blood was at the top of the list. It probably would be for the rest of her life. Especially after that night.

      After the smell came the fear. Unlike anything she’d ever experienced, it pushed rational thought completely out of her mind. As she pushed the door open with her numb hand and stepped into the house, her heart was beating so hard it hurt. The television was on but muted, and empty beer cars and bongs formed a filthy landscape on the coffee table. She had been in this house hundreds of times before and it looked no different than usual. Except for the smell, the smell was so strong it almost seemed to pour from the yawning bedroom door.

      Silent, eyes wide, legs stiff with adrenaline, Jessica made her way to the bedroom. When she dreamed about this moment later, she willed herself awake with all her power. Her body paralyzed in sleep, she did everything she could to pull her soul out so she didn’t have to live the moment again. Desperately, she pinched herself and pounded her clenched her fist hard against her leg; she tried biting her own hand or forcing her feet to turn in the other direction. It never worked. Every single time, she only woke once she’d had the chance to see what was waiting for her on the mattress, only after she stepped into the sticky pool on the floor, still widening from the drips falling from the girl’s fingers and toes as they hung off the mattress. Dripping like a broken faucet, the blood threatened to make its viscous lava-like way out of the room, destroying everything it touched. As it had destroyed her life.

      JESSICA MITCHELL WOKE from her dream as if someone had flipped a switch. She sat up as soon as her eyes popped open, her back perfectly straight and her mouth a tight line. Staring straight ahead, the only indications of the fear she was experiencing were the wide eyes and the rapid rise and fall between her collarbones. She focused on nothing but felt everything, the light shining through the lace curtains onto her cheeks, the smell of stale cigarettes, the sweat that glued her tank top to her back—it was all so vivid. I’m back, Jessica told herself. I’m back and I’m alive.

      She spoke aloud, her voice barely a whisper even though she was alone. I’m back. I’m back. It’s over. Speaking the words out loud broke her paralysis and her body collapsed into itself as she fell back into the tangled mass of damp sheets she called a bed. She covered her face with her hands and breathed deeply for a few seconds. The blood smell was gone, but it always seemed to follow her out of her dream, nagging at her for those few extra moments just to drive the point home. You did it, the smell told her. You’re to blame.

      She breathed again, just to ensure it was gone. All she smelled now was her own sweat and whatever fruity soap nonsense her mother stocked the shower with. Lilac and black currant, apricot and almond... something like that. It was calming, no matter what it was. Her heart finally slowing, Jessica sat back up and got out of her bed. She looked frail. Always a small girl, she had waited, anxious to blossom into the tall, wide-hipped women all her friends magically transformed into, but it just didn’t happen. Instead, she got more willowy. Those low-rise jeans her friends wore that clung to their full thighs and curved, tattooed, lower backs looked ridiculous on her. Her body was more suited to a tutu and a pair of pointe shoes. However, Jessica had about as much interest in that nonsense as she did slaving away in a kitchen all day, which is precisely what she had to do now. Her bedside clock told her she was already a half an hour late opening up the café downstairs.

      Shit, she hissed as grabbed her jeans from where they were slung across the baseboard of her bed. She didn’t know why she worried about it, but she hated being late. With balletic grace, she pulled her jeans up and, ignoring her still moist tank top, grabbed a black blouse from the floor and pulled it on. She was still piling her hair into a messy bun as she rushed into the living room. Predictably, her mom was sprawled out on the sofa like a drunk at a bus stop, an ashtray somehow still balanced on her large bust even though it rose up and down precariously with every trumpeting snore.

      Kat! Jessica hollered. Nothing, her mother still snored peacefully, a strap of her brightly dyed red hair blocking out most of her face. There were two bottles of wine on the floor beside her, a bright stream of sunlight exposing the fact that they were both completely empty. Coming close to her, Jessica could see where the wine had stained the dry skin around the inside of her lips, making her look like a zombie. She took the ashtray off her mom’s chest and set it aside. Mom! She yelped again. I’m late! Wake up! She knew from experience, if she didn’t get her mom up now, she would sleep well into the afternoon.

      The woman snorted once, then began to cough loudly, the tar from countless packs of cigarettes rattling around in her chest like a broken engine. She struggled upright, pushing her hair out of her face, her eyes still bleary as she tried to focus on her daughter. What time is it? Jesus, my mouth tastes like shit.

      You mean it tastes like a shit load of cheap wine. Jessica picked up the bottles and put them on the coffee table among the empty chip bags and dirty plates. If you’re going to drink that stuff, at least splurge for something decent.

      Kathryn Nebbles groaned and sat up. Her ever-present bracelet collection clinked loudly as she tried to steady herself by gripping the back of the couch. Is there any left? I don’t think Tylenol is going to do me any justice this morning.

      Nope, Jessica responded without looking. She paused at the front door to check her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t look much better than her mom this morning. Dark circles under her eyes, chapped lips, tangled hair masquerading as a chic top knot, she might as well have downed two bottles herself last night.

      As she studied her face, her mom groaned loudly from behind her, You don’t mind opening up, do you, Jess? I gotta pull myself together a bit.

      Of course Jess didn’t mind. She had been opening up for the last couple of months without even being asked. Why would she need any formalities now? Kat was always a heavy drinker, a hold-over from the days when she ran with Jessica’s father and the club. In all other respects she was a lovely woman. Still gorgeous despite the extra sixty or so pounds on her Amazonian frame, she was loved ferociously by anyone she knew. Anyone except for Jess’s step-father, of course.

      Kat stood up and adjusted her clothes, wrinkled and stale

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