Lilly Clarkfeld just wants to be a regular college student. In her dreams she is a nurse, has a family, and is safe. That's not much to ask.
But when she's forced to return to her childhood home because of her mother's illness, everything changes.
Lilly's car crashes and she's kidnapped by the Dark Riders. It could have been any motorcycle club, but it was his.
Lilly's first love.
Asher Thomas is bigger, stronger, and more damaged than Lilly remembers, but he never forgot about her.
They still burn for each other, but is this the life for Lilly? Can she put her white picket fence dreams on hold and trade them in for the rough love of an outlaw biker?
Wild is the first entry in the Dark Riders Motorcycle Club series, following the story of Lilly and Asher. The series contains strong sexual themes, and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.Genre: FICTION / Romance / General
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THIS WASN'T WHAT I was supposed to be doing.
I folded the shirt again. Carefully. Left shoulder. Right shoulder. Crease in the middle.
Still, every time it came out wrong.
What would mom have said? I know. She wouldn't have said anything. She would have taken the shirt, folded it herself, and placed it gently in my suitcase.
I looked at the crooked shirt again.
But mom wasn't here to fold my stuff for me, was she? I picked up the shirt, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it across the room. My legs melted underneath me and I slumped to the floor.
This was not what I was supposed to be doing.
The college catalogs advertised shiny happy people. The students in them smiled. They went to classes and studied. They wore fashionable clothes, and went to graduation with both parents smiling in the audience.
They weren't in the catalogues, but I knew the other things that college students were supposed to be doing. They were supposed to be getting drunk off of cheap beer. They were supposed to be having wild parties, falling in love, and having sex. I was supposed to be doing that. Right? Isn't that what college kids do?
I didn't even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my tongue. I wiped my face with my old, ratty sweatshirt.
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