Series: Red Horsemen MC #4
Author: Raven Amor
Genre: MC Romance with Mafia Themes
Cover Design: Cat Imb, TRC Designs
Release Date: August 18, 2021
I see my reflection in those greens. Hating what I see, what I’ve become, who her family made me.
The logical part of me knows she doesn’t wear my father’s blood, but all rational thought has deserted me.
I hate her with every breath.
Yet, she takes my rage, stopping me from twisting into an inferno.
How can someone be your downfall and redeemer in one?
WARNING: Adult content. Explicit sexual content and violence. This is a dark romance, don't expect a fairy tale.
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I stroll past Cas, knowing those ambers are chasing me, feeling their warmth race across my skin.
“What are you doing here?” he grates out, gritting his teeth so hard I can hear them as I take a seat on the desk, swinging my legs.
“You’re angry. That rage is mine.”
His brows slam down as hatred curls his lips. I don’t expect him to understand.
The only way I can explain it is the fury that drives him is because of me. Belongs to me. If anyone should be getting it, then it’s me. Okay, I know it sounds fucked up, but I’ve never pretended I wasn’t.
“What the hell?” He starts pacing, running his hands through his hair, and itching his head with his piece before realizing it’s still in his hands and putting it away.
“We can give each other what we want.”
He pins me with his eyes, the amber color gleaming like Hell’s fire, so pretty. I’m envious. I want to feel that warmth across my skin. To burn in the fire, in that blistering inferno.
“That was a fucking mistake.”
“Every time since the club burnt down was a mistake. That’s a lot of mistakes, Cas.”
“You’re the daughter of the man who killed my father. I can’t even stomach looking at you,” he hisses. The venom breaking free shakes his body, edging closer to the surface as if I’m its master, and it recognizes I’m close.
“I can give you what you crave.” I jump down from the desk as his head snaps towards me. “I can handle it, you.”
A snarl erupts from the back of his throat as he strides across the room until he’s in front of me, his chest heaving, breathing hard. Staring into my eyes, he lets me see it all, the want mixing with the hatred.
A tiny, small part of me knows I shouldn’t want him either. But I’m drawn to Cas. He calls me like a siren enticing sailors to crash on the rocks. I crave the minutes until he pins me with those ambers, the moments he lets that fury cover me, sending heat across my skin.
“I hate you,” he sneers against my lips.
“I know,” I gasp against his mouth, and without warning, he crashes his lips on mine.
There’s no way Cas can hide the depth of his despise for me. It survives too near to the surface; so close that it stretches out and strokes my skin with each harsh stare.
The dark truth is, we’re drawn to each other like chaos and destruction. We are excited by the danger and sick thrill.
We understand each other.
Deadly and destructive.
I love how dark and twisted we’re together, that we don’t bow to the flames. Instead, we burn bright in the fire.
Raven loves writing dark romance wrapped in suspense. She loves finding the beauty in the pain, love in tragedy. And of course writing those hot scenes.
Raven describes her books as darkness mixed with blood stained passion.
Raven is fluent in sarcasm and adult language
If you can’t find Raven in her writing cave or editing hell. Then you will find her curled up with a book lost in the words of other authors. Raven has three daughters and one man child. All who she adores. She comes from a large welsh family who are completely crazy in all the right ways.
You can find Raven on Facebook and Instagram. Or hanging out in her group Raven Rebels.