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    Hold Me Down: The Devil's Host MC, #4
    Hold Me Down: The Devil's Host MC, #4
    Hold Me Down: The Devil's Host MC, #4
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    Hold Me Down: The Devil's Host MC, #4

    By Shari Slade

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    I knew how to survive before I met Noah. Now... 

    I need to fight. 

    Noah pulls me deeper into the club, where everything is life or death. He lets me peer into the dark hearts of violent bikers. Shows me glimmers of hope. Family, loyalty, honor—but everything comes at a price. This one might be too steep for me to pay.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShari Slade
    Release dateNov 25, 2016
    ISBN9781540151117
    Hold Me Down: The Devil's Host MC, #4
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    Shari Slade

    Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn’t toiling away in the non-profit sector, she’s writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.

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      Hold Me Down - Shari Slade

      Chapter One

      There’s a split-second when a fist is flying at your face—right before impact—that you have a choice. Tense up and suffer more or let it happen. Take it. Roll with the punch.

      I’m done rolling. I’m done going limp and taking whatever blows life hands me.

      It might hurt more, but I’m going to fight.

      That’s what I tell myself as my headlights slice a path in the darkness. With no weapon but my wits, and no plan but faster-forward-now, I turn down the back road that will take me to an abandoned trailer. The one I identified on a map for Noah earlier today.

      Gravel crunches under the tires as the road shifts to driveway. I half expect to see emergency lights and hear sirens in the distance, but everything that made this place a perfect spot to party means all of that is unlikely. The nearest neighbors are a five minute drive away at least.

      I’ve got a ways to go before I see the trailer, but finally my headlights catch on something other than a flash of tree or swath of road. The reflectors on six or seven parked bikes glint in the darkness.

      A mixture of shock and relief washes over me. I did it. I got here in time to let Noah know this could all be a trap. In time to save him. Maybe. I hope.

      I don’t know for sure who those bikes belong to, but I take a calculated risk and roll to a stop beside them.

      Two men peel out of the darkness. Noah’s silhouette is unmistakable. I’ve run my hands over every inch of his body. I’d know him anywhere. The burly man beside him must be Zig. They’re at my door—guns drawn—in seconds.

      Noah’s voice rumbles over me. Lights off. Get the fuck out of the car. Nice and slow—

      I scramble for the switch to kill the lights and pop my seatbelt. Halfway out of the car, I can hear the faint thump of music drifting down from a party.

      Then Noah is on me, pulling me from the front seat and pinning me to the rear driver’s side door. Jesus, Star. What the hell are you doing here?

      The cops grabbed Stone.

      And they just let you wander off?

      The metal is cold against my back, making Noah’s heat against the front of me a raging furnace. I push into that furnace, shove into the heat and muscle with my body and breath. No, I got out of the truck before it happened, and don’t give me any shit for that. If I hadn’t, I’d be spending time with Officer Wade right now.

      Did he put his hands on you? Noah’s eyes flash bright with rage. With fear? No that can’t be it. Noah isn’t afraid of Wade. Not like me. He’d tossed Wade around the diner parking lot like a bag of trash.

      I told you I got away. It doesn’t matter—

      The hell it doesn’t. There’s murder in his voice. The uneven timbre of a man on the edge. Details, Star. Now.

      Shoving at him does nothing but make him curve his lips into a dangerous smile. I do it anyway, fighting for an inch more space between us. Room to breathe. Then let me fucking talk, caveman. Dale took off through the kitchen at Jimmy’s. He— I grab Noah’s face and tug him down to me, so I can graze my lips over his ear and whisper. He set us up. When I saw Stone getting dragged into a cruiser, I—I borrowed a car. You can’t go into that party. They might know you’re coming.

      Even in the darkness, this close I can see Noah’s body tense. Watch his eyes narrow. Feel the muscles under my hands shift. He pulls me into a hug, and I’m not sure if he’s comforting me or taking comfort for himself. As I sink into his granite arms and press my face to the leather over his chest, I’m not

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