Synopsis
After years of solitude, Tish O’Malley made the mistake of
assuming happiness was finally hers. But before she can relax her guard and
enjoy her protective—albeit secretive—Sergeant at Arms, another selfish choice
made by her unconscionable drug-addict mother brings about deadly consequences.
With Rachel conveniently tucked away behind bars, her massive debt is laid at
Tish’s feet.
Josh “The Guardian”
Sylvan knew when he claimed his young queen, her well-being would become his
life’s purpose. When her mother’s senseless idiocy brings his estranged
father’s notorious club to town, to protect Tish, Josh must consider taking out
a member of the Obsidian Devils MC. Can he risk it all? Jeopardize his brothers
and their families as they stand at his back, preparing to fight this personal
battle?
Everything changes
when Josh discovers his and Tish’s love has produced the one thing that will
bind her to his side forever. Only then does indecision flee, and possessive
rage takes over.
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Excerpt
Josh stared at the woman before him. If ever there was any
doubt he’d hooked up with someone too young, the look in Tish’s eyes at that
moment cured him of it. She hadn’t been hanging out here, shitting her panties
over her makeup being broken or her clothes being dirty because a bad man had
touched them. She’d been trying to figure out the next logical step; medical
care for whoever needed it—she’d thought that might be him and her concern was
beautiful—a surface or deep clean to get the house in shape again, a possible
insurance claim. He lifted a finger, and, ignoring his body as it burned as hot
for her as his heart, he explained a couple of things. “One. The next time you
wanna yell at me, you keep that shit under wraps until we’re alone. You
understand?” She glanced around and only then seemed to notice the volume of
voices out in the kitchen had gone real low. She looked properly horrified, so
he went on. “Two. I will not call in a report to you. Not ever. But if you want
to send a text next time to make sure your old man isn’t dead, feel free. I’ll
happily answer it.” “Three. I’m sorry. I was totally blowing you off, and I get
how insulting that is. Forgive me.” She went to move toward him, but he held up
his spread fingers. “Four.” He leaned his upper body into her, close enough
that the sweetness of vanilla trailed under his nostrils. “I am your big bad
man, and I have every fucking right to put you on that shelf. Only, in my head,
it’s a pedestal, and I’ll jam you up there and keep every fucking secret in the
world from you if I think it will make your life better. Why? Because I want
you happy more than I want you informed. You’re gonna have to get used to that
because it’s not gonna change no matter how much you bitch and moan about it.
Got it? Tish?” She nodded, her mouth tight. “And, five, where the fuck did you
see a dead body?” “When we were in Phoenix, my mom once made a buy off a dealer
who lived under a bridge. As she sampled the shit, then exchanged drugs for
money, I stared at a naked woman lying spread-eagled on a dirty mattress in the
corner. Her eyes stared back, and I made a game of waiting to see how long it
would be before her chest moved. My mom dragged me away before it could, so I
guess the woman won.” Josh’s soul crumpled and wept as it did every time she
casually shared one of her stories. He slid his fingers into her hair and
tipped her head back with his thumbs under her jaw. “I’m sorry, Tish-Tosh,” he
whispered. “You don’t know how badly I want to give you a new past.” Her entire
face compressed. “I’m angry with you, Josh. You’re not supposed to say stuff
like that.” “Sorry, babe. I’m trying here.” He brought their mouths together
and apologized with a slow kiss that turned into something more the second she
got her hands under his shirt. The heat from her palms was a tease, but he
could have handled that. The scrape of her fingernails as she focused on a spot
above his belt buckle, no. She wanted in his pants. And he wanted to give her
what she wanted. A loud bang killed the mood. “Food’s ready!” Holding Tish to
him, he leaned over and threw the door open. Chase stood there with his hand
over his eyes, but his fingers were separated. The cacophony going on behind
him was once again at full level. He gave them the once over then looked at the
clothes littered all over the floor. “You’ll have to learn to multi-task, Tish.
Least you could have done while showing off your brass balls is wash your
uncle’s jeans.” He walked off laughing.
“Fuckin’ idiot,” Josh muttered as he took Tish’s hand and brought it to
his cock. Her quiet gasp was the sweetest thing. “Squeeze me.” She gripped him,
and contracted her hand, making it an experience when she did it with little
pulses that unknowingly mimicked a coming pussy. Pride showed in her smile when
he groaned. “You want that?” “Yes, even though I’m still sort of mad, I’d take
you.” “I’ll give it to you after church. If we can get away with it, we’re
spending the day in bed tomorrow.” She looked excited and skeptical all at
once. “In my uncle’s house?” He nodded and looked at the empty doorway,
smirking. “Yeah. And I’m gonna make you scream the fuckin’ place down. Twenty
bucks says he and Chase stay away for the duration. We’ll toss our dirty sheets
on top of all this shit,” he added, thinking that might be a nice touch. Tish’s
cheeks flamed, and she was still laughing as she pulled him out of the house.
She led him around a table loaded down with empanadas, grilled steaks, ribs and
burgers, and his favorite; Mesquite-smoked, bacon-wrapped Sonoran dogs. He held
their plates while Tish filled them, and didn’t miss how the discreet looks
from Beth and Fiona turned into relieved smiles when they saw Tish happy.
Because they knew her story, they all wanted her in a good place. Lucky for
him, he was the chosen one who would get her there.
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Synopsis
Nineteen-year-old Tish O’Malley has loved Josh “The
Guardian” Sylvan since she was a child. When her reticent hero returns to Queen
Creek after serving a three-year prison term meant for her mother, Tish is
through pretending this man nearly twice her age isn’t the only happiness she’s
ever known. Will the viciously loyal Sergeant at Arms stand by his instant and
brutal rejection of the woman Tish has become? Or will he give in and claim her
as his young queen despite his best efforts to resist the one female who should
never have made it on his radar?
*PLEASE BE AWARE:
Blind Devotion was formerly released in November 2015 as HIS YOUNG QUEEN by
TIFF P. RAINE. It has been revised, given a new title and cover, but it hasn't
been altered enough for any information to be missed if you don’t re-read
before continuing with the books that will follow. This is the intro to the
STEEL JACKALS MC series, and it’s in Tish O’Malley’s POV only. Hers and Josh’s
story will continue in dual POV in BLIND FAITH, which is scheduled for release
at the end of February 2017.
**WARNING: Contains
drug use, profanity, and explicit sexual situations. If you’re not comfortable
with frequent use of the C-words or a demanding alpha biker fresh out of
prison, please skip reading this book. +18
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About the Author
Nancy Haviland is an award-winning, bestselling romance (suspense, erotic, contemporary) author who writes about her possessive alpha males and their obsessively loved women from her home in Southwestern Ontario. Her greatest loves are her family and that ever-present cooling cup of coffee at her elbow.
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