Holding Out by Lila Rose

Not everything is roses, chocolates and vibrators in Zara's life...until Talon, Hawks MC President, wants to claim her as his.

Holding out

Zara Edgingway is a twenty-six-year-old secretary. She has a daughter that apparently knows-it-all and a best friend that could possibly have the mouth of Satan, but she's been with her through hell and back. Then there's the hunk'a'licious biker neighbour finally showing interest in her.
If only she isn't about to face her next obstacle in life, the one she ran from six years ago: her ex husband.

Talon Marcus is the president of the Hawks Motorcycle Club. For two years, he's had his eye on the quiet, reclusive, yet sassy, neighbour Zara. Finally, he has the chance to claim her as his woman. Just when her past catches up with her, she'll need, not only his protection, but the help from his biker brothers.
Now, if only she'd stop fighting him along the way.

Genre: FICTION / Humorous

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Contemporary Women

Language: English

Keywords: MC, biker , Romance, Comedy

Word Count: 58,000

Sample text:

With a bloody nose and legs, a split lip and a wild tremor going through my body, I picked up the phone and called the one person I knew would help me.

“Hey, wench, you never call from the house phone… what’s wrong?” My best friend’s voice had started out happy, then suddenly taken on an edge of panic.

“I-I, Dee, I need your help,” I whispered and looked over my shoulder to my passed-out husband on the bed.

On the bed where he had just beaten and raped me.

Yes, we were married; still, no meant no. Cries of pain meant something was wrong. Screaming meant that the one who caused it should stop.

But he didn’t.

My husband invaded my body and mind, ruining me in so many ways. I wanted him to pay for what he did. I wanted him to hurt.

But I was scared and I only saw one way out of it all.

To run.

“I’m coming, Zara,” Deanna uttered into the phone and then hung up.

Knowing my husband was so high and drunk that he wouldn’t wake, even if the house exploded around him, I started to pack.

Deanna must have heard the urgency in my voice; the journey that would usually take half an hour only took her fifteen minutes. My husband knew nothing of Deanna and I was glad I’d kept it that way. He hated me having friends; he hated me doing a lot of things, and stupidly I had listened to him at the start.






















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