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Gypsy Brothers Series
Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers, #1)
Six Brothers (Gypsy Brothers, #2)
Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, #3)
Four Score, Gypsy Brothers, #4)
Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, #5)
The story began with Seven Sons....My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect.
Including my innocence.
When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.
Before my father died, Dornan and his sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.
I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge.
But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.
I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.
Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
Excerpt:
“You know what I did for you? The risk I took?” I nod.
“I know. Thank
you for protecting me.” The words are pouring out of my mouth before I can even
think. I will do anything for him to take the gun away from my head and calm down.
“I fucking
risked EVERYTHING for you, and you don’t even care?”
Oh God. Oh Godohgodohgod.
“I do care,” I
say, and I do the only thing I can think to do to calm him down. I take his
cock in my hands and start stroking back and forth, making a tight fist. He
seems to relax almost immediately, but doesn’t take the gun away. I look up at
him through my eyelashes and see his face still incredibly tense, his body
twitching with too much pent-up energy and high-grade methamphetamine.
I have to do
something. I take his cock and guide it gently to my mouth, teasing the
underside with the tip of my tongue. His whole body is still shaking but he
moans and drops the gun to his side, his other hand stroking my hair.
I keep going,
thankful that I at least don’t have to look at him. I pretend that we are other
people, somewhere else, and this, too, makes it easier to keep going. I sigh
with relief when the gun clatters to the floor and he uses both hands to grip
the sides of my head.
“Baby girl,”
he moans, rocking his hips in rhythm, his cock as hard as ever.
Then there were Six Brothers.......
I have lied.
I have cheated.
I have given my body and my life to the man who destroyed my family and left me for dead.
I have killed, I have sinned, and worst of all, I have enjoyed the misery of others.
I have licked the salty tears of a father mourning his firstborn son, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet.
I have died, and I have been resurrected, a phoenix from the ashes.
I know I’m going to hell. I’ll burn in the fiery pits alongside Dornan and his sons for the things I’ve done, and for the things I’m about to do.
But I don’t care. It will be worth every lick of the devil's flames on my guilty flesh to destroy Dornan Ross.
One down. Six to go.
Five Miles.....My father taught me the importance of an eye for an eye—a cardinal rule, ingrained in every club member.
A life for a life.
Seven lives in payment for an unimaginable list of sins.
People might wonder why I’m doing this. If this vengeance is borne from some noble cause, that I’m trying to prevent others from suffering at the hands of Dornan Ross and his sons.
But I’m no vigilante.
I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it because I want to. Because the look on Maxi and Chad’s faces when I killed them was a balm to my soul.
This is the fate they have earned. The penance for their crimes.
Two down, five to go.
Time to send some of these brothers off with a bang.
Four Score, Gypsy Brothers, #4)
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Four Score ....
Love and hate aren’t all that different.
Two sides of the same coin, the yin and the yang.
Once upon a time, Jason Ross loved me. And now that he's in danger of figuring out what I've done, I see the love and the hate warring within him.
I see the way he looks at me.
The way he wonders how I could do the things I’ve done.
I hear it in the way he begs me to stop, to leave his father and this life and never look back.
But there’s only one way I’m leaving LA.
And then there was Three Years.....Every day for six years, I used to pray that I would find my way back to the boy I loved.
Until finally, one day, I did.
But that’s the funny thing about life. Nothing good ever lasts, not for me, anyway. You think you’re the one with the power, at least I did, but then I got careless. One tiny mistake, and now I am powerless to stop what comes next.
People think money equals power, but all the money in my bank account, the dirty notes laundered clean that my father left for me, are useless.
Money does not equal power. Power is held by the one with the knife in his hand, tracing shallow cuts into your skin.
Power is held by the one who owns you.
I had power once.
Now, I have nothing.
Buy Links
FREE--> Seven Sons (Gypsy Brothers, #1)
Six Brothers (Gypsy Brothers, #2)
Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, #3)
Four Score, Gypsy Brothers, #4)
Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, #5)
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One Love (Gypsy Brothers, #7)
About the Author
Lili writes dark erotica and NA. Her debut serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the remaining books in the series to release in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband, good coffee, hanging at the beach and running. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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