Demon (Devil's Fury MC, #6) By Harley Wylde
Publication date: September 11, 2020
Buy Link: Amazon
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Summary:
Farrah — I’ve spent my entire life at the Dixie Reapers MC compound — one of the perks of being the VP’s daughter.
Except it’s suffocating. Leaving to start a life of my own was the only solution. I knew what it would mean if I went to the Devil’s Fury MC compound, even more so to flirt with their Sergeant-at-Arms.
Getting involved would ruin the little bit of freedom I’ve found. Then I ended up in the man’s bed. Leave it to me to find trouble around every corner.
My daddy is going to be so pissed, especially when I run from Demon, get snatched off the streets, and shoved into a trunk. I’m not winning at the adulting thing.
Demon — She was a one-night stand. Until the condom broke. Then I found out she’d lied to me.
The hot little number in my bed wasn’t just any woman, she was the daughter of a Dixie Reaper. Maybe I shouldn’t have barked orders at her, or spanked her. Feisty little Farrah ran, pissing me off even more. When she disappeared and I realized trouble had found her, I knew I’d do whatever it took to make sure she was safe. Only after I had her back did I realize she was f**king perfect for me. Watching her handle the club wh*res was hot as hell, and she didn’t take sh*t off anyone.
I’ll make her mine — permanently.
WARNING: Demon’s book contains graphic violence and sex, bondage, spanking, bad language, and scenes that may be difficult for some readers. But it also has a heroic dog and a man who will move heaven and earth to protect the feisty, smart-mouthed woman he loves. There’s no cliffhanger and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.
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EXCERPT:
At eighteen, I knew I had a lot left to learn, but I’d never get to experience anything if I stayed. The Dixie Reapers were my family, and my daddy was their VP. I’d led a life most would envy, but I couldn’t sit back and watch the world pass me by another moment. The only kisses I’d had were with boys at school. My dad had never permitted me to go on dates, or do much of anything outside the compound unless he knew exactly where I was, and I knew he had a tracker on my phone and my truck. If I’d lied to him, he’d have known about it.
My eyes misted with tears as I stared at my childhood home. I saw my mom peeking through the curtains and gave her a little wave. I hoped she understood and could talk my daddy into letting me come home again soon. Not to stay, because I was ready to stand on my own two feet. But I wasn’t ready to walk out for good. The thought of never coming back here nearly gutted me.

