Hades Abyss MC #8
Motorcycle Club Romance, Bisexual, Age Gap
Date Published: May 20, 2022
Publisher: Changeling Press
Colette’s a sweet angel in need of saving, and like it or not, I have
a hero complex. Marrying her seems like the right thing to do. Then my
sometimes lover, Aidan, finds us together. The hurt in his eyes nearly guts
me.
My club knows I’m bisexual. I’ve not hidden it from them.
Doesn’t mean I’ve flaunted it in their faces either. So when I
decided to claim Aidan and Colette, I’m not sure how it’s going
to end. All I know is they both need me, and I need them too.
With human traffickers after Colette, a possible traitor in the club, and
more chaos than I can handle, I do the only thing I can… I run with
my new wife and husband. Once I figure out who wants Colette, I’ll do
whatever it takes to destroy them. Until then, I’ll keep her safe, and
Aidan too. Because they both mean more to me than I realized.
WARNING: Surge is part of the Hades Abyss MC series and contains bad
language, violence, and content some readers may find difficult to read.
Yes, Surge is bisexual, and therefore there are sexual situations involving
Male-Female, Male-Male, Male-Female-Male, and Male-Male-Female sex.
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Copyright ©2022 Harley Wylde
“Don’t ask Colette to leave. S’il vous plat. She needs to
be here,” he said.
I didn’t know what the hell he’d said when he wasn’t
speaking English, but the tone was still clear. These two needed help. I
didn’t know how they’d come to be here, but I couldn’t
force them out. Not knowing if they would be okay. Although, he’d only
asked me to help the woman. I didn’t know what to think.
“Start talking,” I said.
Colette got off the bed and scrambled into her clothes. Her cheeks turned
pink as she glanced at me. She came closer and took Jacques’
hand.
“A man invited us,” he said. “He promised there would be
food and drinks. Said we were both welcome. We can leave. We won’t
cause trouble.”
“And this little display?” I asked, motioning to the bed. Her
cheeks burned brighter, and she dropped her gaze. “Were you hoping to
lure someone in and rob them?”
She gasped, and Jacques shook his head. “Non. We would never do such
a thing. I only hoped Colette could eat something we didn’t pull from
a dumpster. Your party offered us something for now,
but…”
If they’d been living on the streets, it would explain the
malnourished look. At least for the woman. The man might be thin, but he
didn’t look like he’d missed as many meals. Had they only
recently come together? Something felt off about the entire thing.
“It still doesn’t explain the rest,” I said.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Jacques asked. He put
Colette’s hand in mine. “We always pay our way.”
My stomach twisted at the implication. No fucking way. Nope. I wasn’t
about to use this pretty woman just because they’d come here to eat
something.
“You’re selling her to me for a meal?” I felt her tremble
and knew my words had upset her. I hated doing that to her, but I needed to
be clear on what was happening. For one, if that’s what this
motherfucker meant, I wanted to knock his teeth down his damn throat.
About the Author
Harley is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers and
Devil’s Boneyard series.
When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts
sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who
talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to
the right place.
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