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    Devil's Claim: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Apaches MC, #1
    Devil's Claim: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Apaches MC, #1
    Devil's Claim: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Apaches MC, #1
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    Devil's Claim: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Apaches MC, #1

    By Claire St. Rose

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    Devil's Claim is book 1 of the Apaches MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Monster's Claim and Rebel's Claim are available everywhere now!

    I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET WHAT'S MINE

    I'm a monster who likes it rough.

    She's soft, pure, and innocent.
    But that didn't stop me from claiming her.
    And once I had her in my arms, I'm never letting her go.

    I was busy running a war for my club, the Apaches MC.
    She thought we left her friend bloodied and bruised.
    I'd never thought I'd ever be challenged by someone like her.

    So innocent.
    So pure.
    So unaware of the danger she's in when she stepped into my world.

    She doesn't know it yet.
    But I'm everything she didn't know she wanted.
    Everything she never realized she craves .

    She chose to put herself in the devil's cage.
    And now the devil is laying his claim.

    I'm going to break her walls.
    I'm going to take what I want.
    And I won't stop until she's mine.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBook Publishing World
    Release dateApr 29, 2018
    ISBN9781386270799
    Devil's Claim: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance: Apaches MC, #1

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      Devil's Claim - Claire St. Rose

      DEVIL’S CLAIM: Apaches MC (Book 1)

      By Claire St. Rose

      I WON’T STOP UNTIL I GET WHAT’S MINE

      I’M A MONSTER WHO LIKES it rough.

      She’s soft, pure, and innocent.

      But that didn’t stop me from claiming her.

      And once I had her in my arms, I’m never letting her go.

      I was busy running a war for my club, the Apaches MC.

      She thought we left her friend bloodied and bruised.

      I’d never thought I’d ever be challenged by someone like her.

      So innocent.

      So pure.

      So unaware of the danger she’s in when she stepped into my world.

      She doesn’t know it yet.

      But I’m everything she didn’t know she wanted.

      Everything she never realized she craves .

      She chose to put herself in the devil’s cage.

      And now the devil is laying his claim.

      I’m going to break her walls.

      I’m going to take what I want.

      And I won’t stop until she’s mine.

      Chapter 1: A Buzz and a Ring

      Professor Sullivan runs her hand across an illuminated screen, pointing excitedly at a yellow highlighted passage. Her voice almost quivers as she exclaims, And if you take into consideration that the romantic interest of Davenport is fleeing from him, not running towards him, you can see just how much the author wants to emphasize the importance of female choice.

      I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been listening to Sullivan ramble on for days about Davenport and Mary. I just can’t hold my tongue anymore. Everyone eyes me suspiciously; this isn’t the first time I’ve dared interrupt one of the Great Sullivan Lectures on female characters in modern literature. I don’t wait for her to call on me. Instead, I blurt out, But Professor Sullivan, isn’t the author also saying that the choice to run is the wrong one? And if that’s true, there isn’t exactly a choice after all. As far as I can tell, it sounds like Mary is just being a typical, nineteenth-century woman, who needs to play mind games to get her way with men.

      Professor Sullivan looks at me for a second, her face completely blank. She walks back to her podium on the small stage of the lecture hall and wraps her wrinkled hands around the corners of wood edges. She sighs deeply, enough that the microphone picks up the inhale of her breath. Ms. Castillo, she says, a pointed haughtiness in her voice, if this university—or any other—were so preternaturally interested in your interpretation of the classics, it would be you up here being paid to lecture on literature and not me.

      The class of college upperclassmen burst into laughter. I know they’re just as impatient, but it doesn’t make it sting any less. I look back down at my empty notebook, lowering my eyes from the rest of the class and sinking into my seat. Luckily, the professor dismisses everyone with a wave of her hand, and everyone but me files out of the room quickly.

      I stay put. The stillness of the empty classroom gives me a moment to think and imagine. I pack up my bags and walk down towards where the professor was standing, tracing her steps on the wood floors. The heels of my shoes click as I pace back and forth. In a few short years that will be me up at the podium giving lectures to rows and rows of college students.

      It was my dream to get into the English and Literature program at El Paso University, and I am not going to let one crusty old professor bring me down. Nothing can stop a Castillo, my old man said before he passed away. For him, it meant running one of the most successful biker clubs in the state. But for me, it meant getting into a good PhD program and rising above all the haters.

      A student for the next lecture walks in, bringing me back to reality. I quickly grab my backpack and head out towards the entrance of the building. The Texas sun is somehow hotter than ever. I’ve only taken a few steps outside the door and I’m already sweating bullets. I toss off the black sweater I wore in class and stuff it in my bag. I could use a tan anyways. A little vitamin D never hurt anyone, and even though my skin is as caramel as it gets, it could always be a bit darker.

      In the pocket of my denim sundress, I feel a vibration. It’s the third time it’s gone off in the last hour. Everyone on my contacts list knows that I don’t answer my phone or return calls while I’m on campus. It would be too much of a distraction to be constantly on call with my mom and her boyfriend problems, or my brothers and their constant pleas for me to go out with this guy or that.

      That includes Abe, a guy from the neighborhood no one wants to mess with but every girl I know wants to bed. I mean, he’s nice enough looking. He’s got that thug thing going on with the jet-black tattoos up and down his arms and chest and the low cut hair. But he’s a motorcycle guy. And I don’t do motorcycle guys. Miguel and Angel know this, but they are still texting me his number and arranging meetups.

      It buzzes again. I run my hand in my sweaty pocket and pick out the black phone. I try not to glance at the caller ID, but I can’t help it. To my surprise, it isn’t Miguel, Angel, or my mom. It’s Anthony, my roommate Carmen’s brother. He never calls unless he’s trying to get ahold of her. And usually, I have no clue where she is or what she’s up to. Even though we’ve been best friends since high school, she’s always been much different than me. She’s the life of the party, the flirt every guy wants to play with, and the drama queen.

      She didn’t come back to our apartment last night though. I mean, it’s not unusual for that to happen. She’s got her boys she visits, but she usually sends me a text to let me know where she is sleeping. But last night was a complete blank. It’s now almost ten in the morning, and there’s been no word.

      Something in my stomach turns. Maybe I should break my no-call rule just this once. I look back down at the phone as it lights up and softly shakes against my palm. Every bit of me is telling me that this is a call I don’t exactly want to take.

      Hello? I ask quietly, knowing who is on the other line.

      Sierra? It’s me, Anthony. Look, I need you to get down to El Paso General. He pauses as he searches for the right words—words I don’t want to hear. "It’s Carmen. She

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