Satan's Devils MC: Second Generation Series by Manda Mellett

I’m may be twenty-seven years old, yet every year going home for Christmas is something I eagerly look forward to. I can never wait to get back and see my dad, Heart, my stepmom and my younger brother and sisters, as well as the proxy cousins, uncles and aunts who I grew up with. The Satan’s Devils MC has been my family for all of my life.This year, though, I’m dreading it, knowing there are so many people who’ll be disappointed in me if the truth comes out... moreI’m may be twenty-seven years old, yet every year going home for Christmas is something I eagerly look forward to. I can never wait to get back and see my dad, Heart, my stepmom and my younger brother and sisters, as well as the proxy cousins, uncles and aunts who I grew up with. The Satan’s Devils MC has been my family for all of my life.This year, though, I’m dreading it, knowing there are so many people who’ll be disappointed in me if the truth comes out. They’d know something was wrong if I didn’t go home. They’ll know something’s wrong as I fear I won’t be able to hide it.Xander’s been my rock since the night my world imploded. For three months he’s barely left my side, and he’s promised he won’t stop now. Maybe with him I can pretend everything is fine.One thing for certain, I mustn’t let my MC family into my secret. If they knew what had happened, they’d blame me for certain. Worse, they’d want to take matters into their own hands. I can do this. I can join in the celebrations and pretend that there’s nothing wrong. Can’t I? less

Who the hell has the guts and nerve to stalk the enforcer of the Satan’s Devil’s MC? The cops? Maybe. A club enemy? More likely. A scorned woman? No, they know the score, one memorable night, that’s all they’ll ever get. It must be someone crazy.Who would dare cross me? I was born into the club, my dad, Peg, was the previous sergeant-at-arms. I’m not weak, though constantly watching over my shoulder is unsettling, even for me... moreWho the hell has the guts and nerve to stalk the enforcer of the Satan’s Devil’s MC? The cops? Maybe. A club enemy? More likely. A scorned woman? No, they know the score, one memorable night, that’s all they’ll ever get. It must be someone crazy.Who would dare cross me? I was born into the club, my dad, Peg, was the previous sergeant-at-arms. I’m not weak, though constantly watching over my shoulder is unsettling, even for me. Who is it, and what do they want to achieve?At first it’s innocuous enough, gifts from an unknown admirer, a car following me, but never getting close. Phone calls with nobody speaking. Then it takes a turn for the worst.Before I can discover who it is, my world implodes. I don’t want to be a husband. I don’t want a woman of my own. I have years before I even think of settling down. Fate, it seems, has other plans. less