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Inked Sins: Fallen Angels MC, #1
Inked Sins: Fallen Angels MC, #1
Inked Sins: Fallen Angels MC, #1
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This is book 1 of the Fallen Angels MC series. Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

He's a monster and a sinner – and I'm chained to his bed.

I shouldn't be here. But it's too late to run.

Staying here might mean risking everything – my life, my body, my sanity.

But I can't go back to what I was before.

I'm addicted to the biker's touch.

CAROLINE

I think part of me always knew he'd hurt me.

Isn't that just what bad boys do?

They convince you they're different than the rest.

They get you to let your guard down.

And then they shatter your heart into a million little pieces.

Mason was no different in that regard.

He convinced me he was a rebel with a heart of gold.

And for one blissful moment, I believed him.

Then the war came crashing down on my head.

Before I know it, I'm dodging bullets and riding for my life.

I'm not cut out for this motorcycle club business.

I like numbers, my puppy, helping people – just sweet, innocent things.

I'm not the type of girl for him.

But Mason has me pinned down and he won't let me go.

He says it's for my own safety.

He says I need his protection.

And the second he lays his hands on me, I know one thing:

I'll never be able to go back to my old life again.

I belong to the biker now.

MASON

It might've been a mistake to bring her in.

But there was chaos in my club, and I needed an ally.

She was just supposed to be a numbers freak.

To look through my accounting books and figure out what the hell was going on.

But there was danger lurking in the shadows…

And before I could protect her from it, it dragged us both down to hell.

She doesn't think can trust me.

Fair enough.

I probably wouldn't trust me either.

I'm everything she's been taught to fear:

A liar, a killer, a biker, a beast.

I'm a cold-blooded S.O.B. who will screw you senseless and be gone before you wake up.

I'm a sh!t-talking, drug-running outlaw kingpin…

And I'm never, ever gonna apologize for it.

But despite all my sins, there's one thing that will always be true:

I always protect what's mine.

I may have got Caroline caught in the middle of this vicious crossfire.

But I'm not gonna rest until I get her out.

That's an outlaw's oath.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 11, 2019
ISBN9781393417651
Inked Sins: Fallen Angels MC, #1

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    Inked Sins - Claire St. Rose

    Inked Sins: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Fallen Angels MC Book 1)

    By Claire St. Rose

    He’s a monster and a sinner – and I’m chained to his bed.

    I SHOULDN’T BE HERE. But it’s too late to run.

    Staying here might mean risking everything – my life, my body, my sanity.

    But I can’t go back to what I was before.

    I’m addicted to the biker’s touch.

    CAROLINE

    I think part of me always knew he’d hurt me.

    Isn’t that just what bad boys do?

    They convince you they’re different than the rest.

    They get you to let your guard down.

    And then they shatter your heart into a million little pieces.

    Mason was no different in that regard.

    He convinced me he was a rebel with a heart of gold.

    And for one blissful moment, I believed him.

    Then the war came crashing down on my head.

    Before I know it, I’m dodging bullets and riding for my life.

    I’m not cut out for this motorcycle club business.

    I like numbers, my puppy, helping people – just sweet, innocent things.

    I’m not the type of girl for him.

    But Mason has me pinned down and he won’t let me go.

    He says it’s for my own safety.

    He says I need his protection.

    And the second he lays his hands on me, I know one thing:

    I’ll never be able to go back to my old life again.

    I belong to the biker now.

    MASON

    It might’ve been a mistake to bring her in.

    But there was chaos in my club, and I needed an ally.

    She was just supposed to be a numbers freak.

    To look through my accounting books and figure out what the hell was going on.

    But there was danger lurking in the shadows...

    And before I could protect her from it, it dragged us both down to hell.

    She doesn’t think can trust me.

    Fair enough.

    I probably wouldn’t trust me either.

    I’m everything she’s been taught to fear:

    A liar, a killer, a biker, a beast.

    I’m a cold-blooded S.O.B. who will screw you senseless and be gone before you wake up.

    I’m a sh!t-talking, drug-running outlaw kingpin...

    And I’m never, ever gonna apologize for it.

    But despite all my sins, there’s one thing that will always be true:

    I always protect what’s mine.

    I may have got Caroline caught in the middle of this vicious crossfire.

    But I’m not gonna rest until I get her out.

    That’s an outlaw’s oath.

    Chapter One

    Caroline glanced at the clock on her computer monitor as she stretched. 4:23. Almost time to head out, thank God. It had been a long week. The new tax laws in the state had thrown all the small businesses in the downtown area for a loop, and some of them were planning ahead to make sure they wouldn’t get caught short in April; others were turning up in her office just to complain. One man had actually threatened her life if she didn’t personally overturn the legislature’s decision. Either way, she didn’t usually see this many people in one day outside of tax season.

    But the steady stream over the week had died down to a reasonable trickle, and she no longer wanted to strangle anyone who dared to breathe audibly in her presence. It was Friday night, and she was set to go home, curl up with a glass of wine and the newest John Scalzi book, and pet her Border Collie, Gloria.

    Nothing more exciting than that was necessary. Focusing on how she hadn’t had a date in eight months—hadn’t gotten laid in eighteen—would just make her drink more of the wine than was prudent and wreck the rest of the weekend.

    She was busy with work, she told herself. Caroline did important work at the Second Chances Credit Union. She was one of the counsellors who specifically worked with small business owners in the community; she could point to a dozen businesses on Main Street that she’d helped to weather the recession. She could pay the mortgage on her townhouse, and if she looked out the living room window at just the right angle on a clear day, she could totally see the lake. What more could a woman want, really?

    Friendship. Companionship. God, some hot sex would be nice. Bonus points if it didn’t require recharging.

    Caroline sighed and rubbed her eyes. 4:25. Any sane person would just get up and leave. She’d had back-to-back clients until lunch and no more than a five minute lull in the afternoon. Her boss had already left for the day, cutting out at 3:30, and Jack, the other SB Counsellor on staff, would be here until 5:30 when the office closed. He would happily handle anything that came in between now and then.

    But still. Her ass was glued to her chair. For five more minutes.

    When the bell attached to the front door jingled, she sighed and prepped her professional face. She looked up, smiled, and then made a concerted effort to reel her tongue back into her mouth.

    The guy in the doorway was tall—probably taller than her own 5’11", though she wasn’t positive without standing in front of him and seeing how far up she had to look. His hair was a deep auburn, and curly. He wore it long, and it was pulled back from his face in a braid, of all things. He had a full goatee and mustache, but his beard was trimmed down neat and tight to his jawline, his cheeks clean. He wore a dark grey T-shirt that looked like it was at least a size too small—the better to highlight his cut abs and built shoulders, my dear—and jeans that traced over his narrow hips and— She yanked her eyes back up to his face. His green eyes were all but laughing at her.

    Hello, Caroline forced herself to say, standing and extending a hand. From his desk, Jack looked up, smirked, and went back to the computer file in front of him. My name is Caroline Lewis. How can I help you?

    He was taller than her, by several inches. The man stepped in a hair too close and took her hand. He had ink around both his wrists in a pattern of Celtic knots and weavings and he smelled amazing, like sunshine and leather.

    He held her hand a spare moment longer than he needed to and she resisted the urge to smooth her blonde hair back. First of all, there was no way she was going to look that stereotypical in front of Jack, and second, her hair was in a ponytail. It was fine.

    Hi, he said. "Mason.

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