Contains graphic sex, drug use, violence, and adult situations. Not recommended for anyone under 18.
This is a continuation series picking up from the end of book one.
"This is what life is all about. This is the place where all of our troubles are put to rest. This is my family. It's not traditional, but it's mine, and I will do everything in my power to protect what's mine. Down to my last breath."
Dylan Trent is more than just the main drug dealer for the organization known as Fianna Fail. He is also Troy Donovan's childhood best friend.
Six months after Marcus's betrayal, and Callie is still in hiding. The whole of the organization is on the hunt for revenge.
But what happens when a broken girl suffering abuse at the hands of her drug addicted mother and step-father entwines herself in Dylan's world?
Meet Raven Colt. One girl who holds too many secrets for her eighteen years of age.
As their world collides will they rise above, or shatter under the pressure?
Find out in book 2 of the Fianna Fail series.
Sneak Peak at Dylan...
Here is a small excerpt from book two in my Fianna Fail series!!!! If you haven't read book one, Troy, get it now for only $0.99, and get ready for Dylan! Coming March 8th
“Are you going to the fight this weekend? I know Trisha will be there, and I won’t even lie and say I don’t want you to be there.” Dylan’s words make my heart stop and my palms start to sweat. Say no, Raven! You can’t be close to him like this!
“Yeah, I’ll be there.” What? That’s the opposite of no, Raven!
Dylan’s smile is so bright it rivals every star I’ve ever seen. I can’t look away. It’s not one thing in particular about him that pulls me in, it’s everything. How could anyone not want to be close to him? How could I not want to be close to him?
“I’m still not sleeping with you.” I say it just as the door swings open, and an extremely disheveled Trisha and Ethan stumble in. I look at them briefly before I shift my gaze back to Dylan.
His expression is amused as he brings a hand up to run soft fingers over the skin of my cheek. I tense from head-to-toe, but if he notices he doesn’t say anything about it.
“I still haven’t asked.” His words are only loud enough for me to hear, but when I look back at Trisha she is smiling like a kid in a candy store, and I know it’s because of our close proximity.
“Let’s go, man, we have things to take care of.” Ethan’s words seem to snap Dylan out of whatever trance he had been in.
He stands, and my eyes follow his movements until my head is tipping back just to see his face towering above me.
“See you ladies this weekend.” He winks at me, gives a slight wave to Trisha, and then follows Ethan out of the room.
About the Author
I am a stay-at-home wife , and mother of three. I was born and raised in small town Indiana. I spent three years working at a state psychiatric facility, was married at eighteen, and am now accomplishing my life-time dream of becoming a writer.