Title: Demons
Series: Devil’s Reach Series
Author: JL Drake
Genre: MC/Romance
Published:
March 27, 2018
Cover Designer: DDD Deranged Doctor Designs
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Blurb:
Trigger…
I thought the
light would bring redemption.
Salvation.
But it only
brought the Devil to my doorstep.
My demons are
breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer.
My weakness
has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell…
Tess…
I broke a
promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it.
I don’t want
to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell.
But I don’t
have a choice…
The reaper is
riding bitch on our backs.
DISCLAIMER to add to online listings:
This is Book 2 in the Devil’s Reach trilogy, and it ends
with a cliffhanger. Intended for readers 18 or older. May contain…triggers.
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Author Bio:
Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova
Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her
husband and two children.
When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family,
travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her
books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada
the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her
writing.
An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found
herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue.
She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed
writing them.
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Email: jodildrake@outlook.com
Excerpt:
“If what becomes too much?
Minnie…” I tried to grab her hand, but she veered off toward Brick. “I thought
it was just an edible, as in pot.”
“Hello again, leather pants.”
Rail appeared at my side. “I was wondering when we were going to meet you
again.”
Trigger rolled up on his
bike. He was in a black t-shirt that hugged his biceps and chest, and dark
jeans and boots. His cut seemed a bit tight, a sign he had been working out a
lot.
He didn’t remove his
sunglasses, but his stare nearly made me trip as I walked over and took the
helmet he handed me.
“You look good,” he muttered.
“You’ve been missing for the past week.”
“Just dealing with some
stuff.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know.” I flipped my hair
back and pulled the helmet on. “Me either.” I swung my leg over the bike and
rested my hands on his hips, and he pulled me so I hugged him. He flicked the
engine over and backed us out.
An hour later, we hit a wall
of traffic and came to a complete stop. That was when I began to notice the
leather cut that wrapped Trigger’s midsection was as smooth as lamb skin. As I
moved my sensitive fingertips over it, I felt a ball of warmth grow in my
belly.
My thighs flexed as Trigger
shifted his weight. I didn’t mean to ball his shirt in my hands, but fuck me,
everything felt amazing.
“You okay?” His raspy voice
caught me off guard, and I jolted on the seat, and oh-my-God, it was amazing.
“Tess?”
“Please stop moving,” was all
that shot out of my mouth. He flipped up his visor and turned to look at me. I
shook my head and moaned as his ass rubbed my front. My jaw clenched, and I
started to grind my teeth.
“Put your visor up.”
Oh, shit, don’t get alpha on me. I may lose
it right here on the freeway.
I quickly shoved it up and
stared into his confused eyes.
“What are you on?”
“Nothing.” I almost moaned
when he moved again.
He stared a beat longer
before he snapped his visor down and turned back around.
Ohhh, yes. I wanted to tap his
shoulder to get him to do that again, but the traffic started to move.
Sweet, horny Lucifer. I’d
broken out in a light layer of sweat, and my thighs burned from the grip on the
seat. Three hours on the bike, and its vibrations had built me up to a
pleasure-painful level. I’d finish myself off if I weren’t surrounded by the crew.
Thankfully, Trigger signaled
we were stopping for a break at the next rest stop. We took the exit and rolled
up at the light before the small park.
When Trigger kicked his foot
out to stabilize us, I grabbed the side of his leg and begged my body to let
go.
His hand landed on mine, and
I wanted to cry. His touch, his smell, his everything made my world tilt on its
axis. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.
I was either going to kill
someone or have the most mind-blowing orgasm known to woman in public.
The bike slowed to a stop,
and he proceeded to wiggle around then slid the length of his leg across me. I
tossed my helmet, and my palms dug deep into the hot leather. I felt like I was
balancing on the loose rocks that lined edge of my orgasm. I had never
not-wanted to come so badly in my life.
My mind shifted to images of
Trigger touching me.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
Oh, please.
“That’s one major fuck-me
face.” Rail burst my steamy moment.
I glared at him, but it did
nothing for my problem. “What?”
“Just makin’ an observation.”
“Observate somewhere else.”
“Yeah, you probably need to
finish that off.” He wiggled his fingers and winked.
I closed my eyes and managed
to channel my thoughts back to being underneath Trigger. His hands on my skin,
his lips on my neck, his…
A shadow crossed my face and
blocked my warmth. “What did you take?”
A deep jolt tore through me
as my mind decided if it he was real or not.
“Please,” I nearly panted.
“Don’t talk.” I rubbed my hands down my pants. The leather was warm and sent
goosebumps through me.
“What?”
“I’m not entirely sure, as
this is the first time I ever took ecstasy, but I think I took ecstasy.”
He blinked “Where did you get
E?”
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