Loving Me, Trusting You
Blurb
The
Triple M Motorcycle Gang has a new president in Austin Sparks, the bad boy
biker that swept Amy Cross off her feet. And nobody's happier about that than
Gaine Kelley. Now that his best friend has finally found the woman of his
dreams, Gaine's free to go after Mireya. But what if she isn't ready yet? What
if the demons from her past howl so loud she can't hear him calling?
Mireya Sawyer isn't ready for love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Especially not when the one thing she's always fought for is called into question. Triple M may not be a 'real' MC, but they're posing as one, and there are people that don't like that. People who can't accept the way they do things and are willing to take the time to put a stop to it. With several rival gangs circling around, threatening the rights of the women in Triple M, Mireya knows it's time to forget her love affair with Austin and move on. Thing is, Gaine's not willing to stand on the sidelines anymore. He loves her, but can she trust him?
Mireya Sawyer isn't ready for love. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Especially not when the one thing she's always fought for is called into question. Triple M may not be a 'real' MC, but they're posing as one, and there are people that don't like that. People who can't accept the way they do things and are willing to take the time to put a stop to it. With several rival gangs circling around, threatening the rights of the women in Triple M, Mireya knows it's time to forget her love affair with Austin and move on. Thing is, Gaine's not willing to stand on the sidelines anymore. He loves her, but can she trust him?
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LOVING ME, TRUSTING YOU (BOOK 2) EXCERPT:
“What in the holy hell is wrong with that woman?”
Austin asks, shading his eyes against the harsh burn of the sun. My helmet's still on, and I'm peering out the
visor at the remnants of Mireya Sawyer's soul.
They're scattered across the yellow desert for all of Triple M to see,
laid bare and sizzling hot. Even if I
didn't know her as well as I do, I could see that she's bleeding inside,
hurtin' so hard she can't breathe. My
first instinct is to cross the dry ground that separates us and take her into
my arms, whisper into her hair and tell her that everyone's going to be okay,
that I'll take care of her forever.
She'd
probably kick me in the fucking nuts.
A
smile teases the edge of my lips as I rub at the broken heart tattoo on my
shoulder. Austin isn't happy about the
sudden stop, but I don't mind. I'd do
anything for Mireya Sawyer. Even wait
around for ten plus friggin' years while she pined for my best friend.
“Should
I go talk to her?” Amy Cross asks, sneaking up between Austin and me, and
curling her delicate fingers around his arm.
Brunette hair whips around her face, hiding the expression of concern
that's there, genuine and sympathetic.
She's a miracle that, girl. The
one person on this earth that I think is capable of handling Austin. She's calm, collected, and she don't hold no
fucking grudge against Mireya. I feel
good knowing she's Austin's soul mate. I
just hope he's aware of how lucky he is.
“Nah,”
I say, watching through the visor, waiting with my breath caught in my chest
for that day that might never come, for the day that Mireya Sawyer looks me in
the eyes and tells me she loves me right back.
I've told her before. Just
once. It didn't go over so well. I plan on doing it again, but I don't know
when. If I have to, I'll wait another
ten years. I'd rather not, thank you
very much, but I will. I'd wait forever
if I had to.
I
glance over at Beck who's busy checking out Amy's ass. When Austin sees, he growls low in his throat
and our friend backs off, running his hand through his red hair and chuckling. Dumb as a Goddamn doornail, but ten times
tougher. I really believe that Beck
could take out twenty men by himself.
Wouldn't surprise me a bit.
“She's
just … dealing with some old shit,” I say as Austin sighs and glances back at
the group behind us. Triple M. Our family.
Our friends. The people we'd do
anything for, that would do anything for us.
It's a confusing time right now, but they're all still here and they're
not asking questions. I think it's
because we all knew deep down that Kent Diamond was a Goddamn lunatic. Well, okay, for me it wasn't even deep down,
but thing is, he did a lot of good for us all, rescued us when nobody else was
there, gave us a home and a family. He
might've been an asshole, and a backstabber, but he was still the one that
gathered us all together, whatever his reasons.
But
now he's dead.
Austin
didn't bother to check before we left, but I did. I felt for a pulse, and I got nothin'. I don't think Sparks cared either way. All that mattered to him was Amy, and that
was that. He took Kent out without a
second thought. Guess love will make you
do shit like that without thinking. It's
a violently gentle emotion, ain't it? A
contradiction in and of itself. I know
it's been screwing with me forever.
Especially when I saw that stupid bitch, Tray Walker.
Fuck. I wanted to kill that son of a bitch with my
bare hands, feel the life drain out of him while I gazed into his eyes and
showed him exactly how I felt about what he did to Mireya. Stupid motherfucker. But it wasn't my decision. It was hers.
Beck gave her the knife, and we walked out. She had blood on her hands when she came out,
but not a lot. I don't know what
happened, and she doesn't want to talk about it with anyone. Not a single soul.
“We can't
sit on the side of the highway all day,” Austin warns, but I'm not sure who
he's talking to exactly. He's in charge
now, so he better get used to it.
“Okay,
Pres,” I say, lifting up my visor and feeling the burn of the sun on my
skin. “So what do you want to do about
it?” Austin gives me a look, blowing out
a rush of air like he isn't quite sure he's ready for all this. I don't tell him, but to me and Beck, he's
always been in charge. He's the only one
we've ever really listened to.
“Give
her five minutes,” Amy says, so quiet that I almost don't catch her words. Austin does though. And he hangs all over them like a kid on the
monkey bars. Jesus. This boy is so head over
heels, it's hard to look at him. I hope
he realizes it. “I think she needs
this. If you rush her, she'll hang onto
the pain. Let her go for a minute,
please?” Amy asks, pressing a kiss to the leather sleeve of Austin's jacket. His arm curls around her waist protectively,
and his eyes soften a bit. Jesus.
I turn
away. I can't look at that. Not right now. I'm jealous, and I don't want to be. I just want to be happy. I just want to be with Mireya Sawyer.
Author Bio:
C.M.
Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA.
A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's
her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters,
magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag
queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.
Always
a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take
the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be
assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper
place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a
publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly
transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted
fondant flowers.
C.M.
is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a
regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
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