Burned:Devil's Blaze MC Book 2By: Jordan Marie
When Skull first “came” to me and “demanded” I write his story (yes the voices speak to me, what can I say?), I never realized what a job it is to tackle three books that link so closely together. It turns out that ending with a cliffhanger is simple, compared to picking up where it left off. Especially, when the second book is about a different couple. I tried to walk a fine line with this one. I wanted you to be able to read this story and enjoy Torch and Katie even if you had never read Skull. I wanted to catch readers up on what happened from Captured, but not overshadow the main characters. I tried my best. I hope I succeeded. In the back of this book I have enclosed some samples of books from some new authors that you might not have heard of, but you should definitely check out! I’ve also included the Novella of Craved. Craved is Annie and Sabre’s story and takes place before Torch actually. So if you haven’t read feel free to scroll up to the table of contents, find it and start it first! It however, is not necessary to read it before (or even after) Burned.
Okay so that’s it. Enjoy people! (I hope you do!) Please if you have the time and you’ve read, take a moment to leave a review. I don’t really comment on them, but I promise I read each and every one and try to use them to motivate me.
As always remember this book contains adult content (umm quite a bit of it in this case) and read on with that knowledge.
A little over 2 years ago
(continuing from the end of Captured)
“What do you mean your water broke??” I whisper. “You’re not due for another three weeks!”
“I didn’t plan it!” Bethie hisses back.
“Let me get your stupid husband and he can take us to the hospital. Then, we’ll figure this out,” I reason, ignoring the way my heart beats a million miles a minute and slams against my chest.
“Hurry!” She cries panicking, as another contraction grabs hold of her. I wrap her into me, then lead her to a nearby bench. I get down on my knees in front of her and let her have my hand. She squeezes it so tightly, I feel like it might break.
“Look at me, Bethie. Let’s breathe. Remember? Like on the Lamaze seminar we found on line?” I imitate the exercise. “Hee… Hee… Hee… Hee…”
“Katie, get Skull,” she whispers. I take a deep breath, trying to figure out how to divert her. “I just want Skull!” she yells loudly this time. “I don’t want to do this alone!”
“I’ll get him, I’ll get him,” I assure her. “Just do your breathing.”
“Hee… Hee… Hee…” she mimics, repeating until slowly the contraction passes.
“Yes. Will you get Skull now, please?”
“He was with another woman. I mean, you’ve been gone for, like, nine months. Maybe he’s moved—”
“Skull loved me. I don’t know who she is, but he wouldn’t replace what we had that easily. Please, I need you to get him.”
“He thinks you’re dead. Men move on, sweetheart. They—”
“If you won’t do it, I will!”
She rises off the bench holding her stomach, then waddles through the crowd. She looks pitiful; you can tell she’s hurting and her dress is soaked. Still, she’s determined to tell this Skull about her baby. I still think cutting his balls off for a baby mobile would be a better option. No one said quite how my niece needed to have her father in her life. It seems like the perfect solution to me.
She only makes it ten feet before coming to a dead stop.
“What?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“Him? Skull? I know, we’ll—”
“Not him. Pistol. He’s standing there across the street away from Skull’s men. Look!”
I look where she points. There’s a slightly overweight dude with black hair standing across the street watching Skull and his crew. Even I can read the hate coming off of him in waves.
“Okay, so I’ll go over and drag your man over here and he can deal with the Pistol dude. That work?”