My Thoughts
I so loved Ash and Sketch together. Things were bumpy for them at first when he finds out they have a daughter together that he didn't know about. There is still that undeniable chemistry between them and their hearts are bound. Ash left him behind out of fear of losing him to the MC life. She had just lost her father and begged him to leave the life he was holding onto. I loved that he was ready to fight to keep him family after everything. They were bound. That love never died when she left. They were marking time until they got back together. I so enjoyed their story and can't wait to read more in this series.
I give Shift 5 hearts!
I so loved Ash and Sketch together. Things were bumpy for them at first when he finds out they have a daughter together that he didn't know about. There is still that undeniable chemistry between them and their hearts are bound. Ash left him behind out of fear of losing him to the MC life. She had just lost her father and begged him to leave the life he was holding onto. I loved that he was ready to fight to keep him family after everything. They were bound. That love never died when she left. They were marking time until they got back together. I so enjoyed their story and can't wait to read more in this series.
I give Shift 5 hearts!
Synopsis
Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
After the death of her father, Ash learned an important
lesson: being a Disciple is dangerous. The club her father had loved, the club
that had been their family, took him from her. She couldn’t stay and wait for
the day it would take the man she loved from her, too. So, she left. Now, she’s
the one in danger, and the Disciples are the only ones that can keep her safe.
She has no choice but to return to the club and the man she left behind.
A Disciple will fight like a savage for what is his.
Sketch has what he needs: his tattooing, the club, and his bike. Anything else would require a heart, and his was ripped out of his chest a long time ago. It wasn’t coming back. At least, not until she did. His heart isn’t the only thing Ash brings with her, though. She has a daughter. A daughter old enough to be his. A daughter Ash claims might not be. But in his heart, Sketch knows the truth. That little girl is his… just like her mom. This biker knows one thing: a Disciple’s daughter’s return is about to make his whole world shift.
A Disciple will fight like a savage for what is his.
Sketch has what he needs: his tattooing, the club, and his bike. Anything else would require a heart, and his was ripped out of his chest a long time ago. It wasn’t coming back. At least, not until she did. His heart isn’t the only thing Ash brings with her, though. She has a daughter. A daughter old enough to be his. A daughter Ash claims might not be. But in his heart, Sketch knows the truth. That little girl is his… just like her mom. This biker knows one thing: a Disciple’s daughter’s return is about to make his whole world shift.
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Excerpt
Gabe
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Emmaline—Emmy, was Ash’s daughter. Ash had a fucking daughter. Ash…
“Three, but my birthday is real soon.” Emmy had to me.
Ash had a three-nearly-four-year-old daughter.
Ash left me almost five years ago.
I’d stopped doing the math on it, stopped tracking how long it had been since she had left me. I did the math then, though. Four years, seven months. Emmy was nearly four, plus nine months of pregnancy.
Fuck.
No.
She wouldn’t.
I tore out of the kitchen and flew through the hallway where I’d found Emmy, past the stairs, and out to the back deck.
Ash was there, standing in the middle of the yard, facing away from me. She looked different, the silhouette of her body more curved than I remembered and her curly blonde hair falling farther down her back. Still, I would have known it was her anywhere.
All around and in front of her, little sparks of light flashed and died away. Fireflies. She was watching them flicker around the yard.
Indian had called Ash firefly since before I knew her. He used to say it was because her smiles weren’t constant given how introverted she was, but when one came out, it was like a light shining out of her.
He wasn’t exaggerating. Not one fucking bit.
For a moment, the image of her transfixed me. I wanted to break out my sketchpad and commit the sight to paper so I would never lose it. I wanted to ink it into my own skin so it would always be with me.
Then, I remembered Emmy.
The rage returned, burning underneath my skin. Storming across the yard, I clenched my hands at my sides. I couldn’t touch her. I couldn’t be responsible for what might happen if I did.
Just as I got close, Ash looked over her shoulder at me and jumped at the sight. Whether that was because I was not who she was expecting or my fury was clear on my face, I didn’t know. Didn’t really fucking care.
“Is she mine?” I demanded.
“What?”
My heart was beating triple time in my chest. The shock to my system at seeing Ash’s beautiful face again was almost enough to break through the cloud of anger, but not quite.
“Emmy,” I explained. “Is. She. Mine?”
Ash went pale. “How did you—”
“She was out in the hall. Woke up and needed a drink. Funny thing is, she says she’s about to turn four. It’s been just about nine months more than that since you left. So, I’ll ask one last time. Is she my fucking daughter?” I roared.
Ash shrunk back, and answered in a small voice, “I don’t know.”
She…what? “You don’t know?”
Her eyes fell to the ground. “I would have told you if I knew for sure.”
She would have…
Holy. Fuck.
No. Not possible.
A ringing in my ears filled the silence in the yard. Emmy might not be mine. Ash didn’t know for sure who the father was. Ash…Ash slept with someone else. But the timeline…
She fucked someone else right after she left me.
I spent months—fuck, over a year—doing nothing but missing her, trying to find her. I didn’t touch another fucking woman until Ash had been gone for over eighteen months. But she…fuck.
How long did she even wait before letting some other guy in where only I had been?
A week? Two? Couldn’t have been that long if he might be Emmy’s father.
Fuck.
Ash still wasn’t looking at me and that was a really fucking good thing. I couldn’t see her face. Couldn’t see those eyes.
Without another fucking word, I left. I couldn’t be anywhere near her. I couldn’t handle the blow she just dealt.
About The Author
Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.
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