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Title: Viking
Author: Kylie Hillman
Genre: MC Romance
About Viking
Why does forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest?
A filthy biker with a reputation for using his fists first and asking questions later, Victor “Viking” Kennedy wasn’t under the illusion that his marriage to Bonnie Dubois had the makings of a grand love affair. She was a prima ballerina—a snobby bitch who knew she was sex-on-legs. She was also ripe for a walk on the wild side with him.
Their understanding was mutual. A year-long fling that kept them both satisfied until she headed overseas to pursue her dancing career. It was good while it lasted. The perfect arrangement that took a wrong turn and ended with a surprise pregnancy followed by a shotgun wedding.
Nowadays, they’re just two parents doing their best to raise their son right. And, it was working until his VP’s teenage daughter sashayed her way into his life and turned everything on its head.
She’s off-limits.
An indiscretion punishable by death.
So why can’t Viking find a way to halt their growing connection?
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Exclusive Excerpt
“Congratulations,”
Alanah says as she passes me the sewing kit I’ll need to fix my new patches
onto my cut. “You’ll be a great addition to the Club.”
I’m about to say
thanks when she laughs. It’s a curious sound to hear in the current
circumstances, and that’s enough to make me remove my gaze from where it’s
drilling heated holes of hatred into the back of my dad’s head to meet her
crystal-blue eyes.
Alanah lifts one
shoulder and quips with the exact amount wryness required to make me forget how
angry I am. “Well, it’s not like the bar’s set all that high for you so I can
be pretty confident in my prediction.”
With the rest of
the people who’ve attended our patch-in ceremony still voicing their outrage at
my father’s behaviour, Brian’s little sister provides the perfect salve for my
wounded pride. Her joke is what I need to hear—a humorous reminder that
eclipsing my father isn’t what you’d call a challenge.
“You’re something
else.” I say as I lay my arm across her shoulders and pull her into my side.
“Don’t ever change.”
“Ditto,” Alanah
replies without hesitation. Her pretty, blue eyes dance with delight. “And try
to remember that you don’t have to be your father’s son.”
“Right back at ya.
You’re nothing like your mother, Lani.”
I stare at her,
unsure whether she’s going to appreciate my use of the nickname from her
toddler years. She shows no signs of embarrassment. A slight widening of her
eyes is all I get in return and it amuses me. In reality, no one should be this
self-possessed at fourteen. It’s not fair to her that she’s missing out on the
silly trials and tribulations of being a normal teen. I guess a shitty
upbringing affects people in different ways. Some of us become an island, some
of us fall into the numbness of drugs, while others become like Alanah.
Too mature and
always eager to help.
The feeling of
kinship created by our similar circumstances is responsible for what I do next.
I know it’s wrong, even as I press my lips against her forehead. I brace for a
reaction, only to be left hanging. Brian doesn’t launch himself at me for
touching his little sister—no matter how innocent my action is—and, Alanah
simply reaches up and squeezes my hand.
I open my mouth to
say something—what I don’t know—except the moment is interrupted when Bonnie
pushes in between us.
“Congratulations,”
she purrs against my mouth seconds before her lips meet mine. I’m barely paying
attention to her. I search for Alanah over her shoulder, just glimpsing her as
she walks away from us without a backward glance. “Let’s celebrate.”
The music has been
turned back up and the spirits in the room are lifting. Bonnie tries to drag me
behind her to the dance floor, but I pull my hand from hers.
“Nah, I’ve got to
do this first.” Holding the leather patches in the air, I buy myself some time
to sort out my shit. “Be five minutes, tops.”
Bonnie begins to
roll her eyes at me, which I expected since she doesn’t really understand the
inner workings of the Black Shamrocks yet, then she stops. A strange look flits
across her face which stops her mocking dead in its tracks. She steps back into
my space and places a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You’re a good man,
Vic.”
I spend a second
watching Bonnie walk across the bar to Shari and Colleen. That was the
strangest interaction I’ve ever had with her—and that’s saying something since
the first time I fucked her, she was bent over my Harley in the carpark of her
High School.
In broad fucking daylight.
Bonnie doesn’t do
soft kisses on the cheek.
And, she sure as
fuck, doesn’t tell anyone that they’re a good man.
“What was that all
about?” Brian asks me the moment I approach the rest of them.
“Fuck knows.” I
shake my head. “Just Bonnie being Bonnie.”
Wrong answer. Brian
grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me toward him. “Not Bonnie, fuck face. Alanah. Who. The. Fuck. Said. You.
Could. Kiss. Her?”
“Come on,” Cole
protests before I can. “It was nothing.”
He pushes his big
body between me and Brian with ease. He’s a protector, through and through.
Proving that his dad named him correctly, unlike mine.
How
the fuck did I end up dubbed ‘Viking’?
“Yeah?” Brian tries
to push around Colin. His previous drugged out state has been replaced by
misdirected anger. “Didn’t look like nothin’ to me.”
I step out of his
way, holding my hands in the air. “Man, I swear to you. I was just saying thank
you to her for making me laugh.”
He pauses, seeming
to ponder my explanation. Something clicks in his head and he steps around
Colin. Our giant friend regards him with suspicion but lets him pass.
“Dude,” Brian puts
his arms around me and slaps me on the back with one hand. “I shoulda realised
you’re upset about your dad.”
I revise my
previous assessment of how high he still is. There’s no way he’d be hugging me
if he wasn’t off his head more than I assumed. Brian usually shies away from
any physical contact that doesn’t include fighting or fucking.
“He’s a dick, but
it’s not like it’s the first time.” I tried to move away from him.
Brian refuses to
let go. I try to pull away again. He steps back just far enough that he can
stare me in the eyes. His pupils aren’t as dilated as they were earlier,
although they’re still bigger than they should be. But that’s not what catches
my attention and stops me from trying to get out of his grasp.
It’s the deadly
intent that I read in his gaze that halts me.
“I’ll let you get
away with it this one time. Touch Alanah again and I’ll kill you,” Brian
states, with bare honesty. He sweeps a hand through the air, gesturing to the
room we’re in. “She’s destined for more than this. She deserves more than this and I’m not letting you, or anyone like
you, stop her from reaching her potential.”
Rage rushes through
me. It pounds like waves in rough surf, back and forth, rising and fall, all in
an instant. Rushing to the fore as I realise that he’s basically called me
trash, then receding a moment later when it hits me that Brian’s right.
I’m not from good
stock.
And he, better than
anyone, knows it.
Doesn’t mean he
gets a free pass for saying it to my face.
“Fuck you,” I
enunciate with precision. “And fuck anyone else who thinks I’m unworthy. I’m
not interested in Alanah like that, but if I was, no one would get in my way.
I’m not my father and I refuse to dance in his shadow for the rest of my life.
I am more than capable of making a run for VP, or even President if I choose.”
Shari and Bonnie
come into view. They both seem happy, giggling and dancing about, all that shit
girls do when they want to be centre of attention. Brian sees them when I do
and steps out of my space. He inclines his head once—it’s both acknowledgement
and a threat.
“Yeah?” he asks in
a mocking tone. My arms feel heavy with the need to wipe the sneer off his
face. “We’ll see about that, Viking.”
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"You know how the story ends. Now,
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Prospecting for the Black Shamrocks MC once Colin "Conan" Blake finished
school was a no-brainer.
His best friends were prospecting.
His father was a ranking member.
Hell, every man he knew was part of the MC.
The only thing the Club wanted in return for a lifetime of
brotherhood was unquestioning loyalty. It was that straightforward. Patching in
meant he vowed to put the needs of the Black Shamrocks in front of everything
else—even his own desires.
He thought it would be easy.
He was certain nothing could come between him and his
brothers.
That was until he met her.
WARNING: This book contains depictions of graphic situations
and is not suitable for all readers.
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About Kylie Hillman
Kylie Hillman is an International Bestselling Author who lives in South Australia. After spending the past fifteen years regularly moving around the east coast of Australia, she has recently returned to her home state and plans to finally put down roots until her children finish school.
Wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke and mum to two crazy, adorable, and eccentric kids, Kylie is also a Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner. When she’s not writing, she can be found sipping tea while she literally “Netflix and Chills” or sharing her appreciation for heavy metal and hard rock music with her neighbours. As a devotee to the use of sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo, it is for the best that she chooses to venture outside her home only on special occasions. Kylie is represented by Sarah Hershman of Hershman Rights Management.
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