Title:
Seven Sons
Series:
Gypsy Brothers #1
Author: Lili
St. Germain
Release
Date: January 2, 2014
SYNOPSIS
My father was most certainly NOT an
innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many
things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy
within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect.
Including my innocence.
When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.
Before my father died, Dornan Ross and his seven sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.
I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge.
But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.
I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.
Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
Including my innocence.
When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old.
Before my father died, Dornan Ross and his seven sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer.
I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge.
But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club.
I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it.
Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
GOODREADS
LINK:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18751827-seven-sons
EXCERPTS
Excerpt One
I am expecting
the humming of tattoo guns, but everything is silent. I look around the room,
seeing nobody.
“Hello?” I
call, waiting for an answer.
“Hi,” a voice
behind me says, startling me. I spin around to see Elliot, still looking as
gorgeous as he did the last time I saw him, only now more grown-up, and with
tattoos covering every visible inch of his skin. He wears a white t-shirt and
dark grey dickie shorts, a pair of bright blue sneakers on his feet. His face
is the only thing that assures me of who he is.
I study his
face and wonder if he knows who I am, then decide he probably doesn’t. “You
don’t know who I am, do you?”
He immediately
looks suspicious. “No. Should I?”
I shake my
head, my fake Southern drawl thick on my words. “It doesn’t matter. I came here
because I need a tattoo. Everyone says you’re the best.”
He smiles,
licking his lips, and I see a flash that I think is a tongue stud. “Come on
through,” he says, leading me to one of the hard leather beds. “What kind of
tattoo are you after?”
“One to cover
a scar,” I say, biting my lip.
He nods,
patting the bed. I hoist myself up, studying his face intently. He is the kindest person I have ever met,
I think to myself. He truly did risk his life to save mine.
“Okay,” he
says, smiling. “Where’s your scar?”
I swallow
thickly, gather my dress in my fist, and raise it so that he can see.
His face
contorts into something tortured. He looks at me, then the scars, then back at
me.
“Julz?” he
whispers. He takes in my hair, my skin, my blue eyes, my new nose. He steps
back as if horrified.
“It’s
Samantha, now,” I say, the accent gone, my breath hitching in my throat. “And I
need your help.”
Excerpt
Two
If I think
watching Michael die in front of me for a careless lie I created is bad, the
aftermath is horrific.
Dornan is
high, the blood on his hands washed clean away but still leaving invisible
handprints all over my body that spell murderer.
Because it is
my fault. I should never have used a real person’s name in my fake past; I
should have just made one up.
It seems that
the only thing that gets Dornan hornier than a girl auditioning for a job by
screwing him is killing her supposed ex-boyfriend. The hours after he shoots
Michael are possibly even worse than the night six years ago when Dornan and
his sons took turns raping me. Because at least then I could struggle.
At least then
I could scream.
Now, here, it
is like I am in a hell that I will never escape. Six years’ worth of nightmares
are coming to life in the space of a few incredibly torturous hours.
Dornan is high
and he wants to fuck.
“What’s wrong,
baby girl?” he keeps asking me over and over as I lay flat on my back, being
fucked, unable to move.
I just have one question, baby girl.
After it has
been going on for an hour or maybe more, I clear my raw throat.
“Stop,” I
plead.
He doesn’t
stop.
I push his
warm chest away from mine. I can’t
breathe. I threw up my breakfast in the shower as I watched Michael’s blood and
pieces of skull rinse from my skin and drift lazily down the drain, gone
forever. I am shaky and starving.
For a moment,
I think he will stop, afford me a small rest before he starts up again.
“Please?” I
ask him. “Please just stop for a minute.”
He doesn’t
stop.
It’s the drugs, I realize.
He is frustrated. He is hard and he is horny and the drugs are stopping him
from having that release that he needs so desperately to calm down.
“Stop!” I
yell, pushing his chest with all my might. Surprisingly, he doesn’t pin me down
as I suspected he would, but draws himself out of me and rolls to the side,
coming to a standing position beside the bed. I draw my knees up to my chest
and watch in horror as he pulls a shiny black gun from his side table.
It is only now
that I see his entire body is shaking, balanced precariously on the edge of an
overdose.
“What did you
take?” I ask calmly, sitting up on the side of the bed. I am alarmed. He can’t
die, not now, not before he suffers for me. It would be too easy for him to
just OD and die before I’ve made him regret ever meeting my father.
He doesn’t
answer, just starts to pace the room, his cock still erect in front of him, his
index finger nervously bouncing against the trigger of his gun.
“Dornan, you need
to calm down,” I say, still in shock and not ready for him to shoot me, too.
“You’ve taken something.”
“Too pure,” he
says, “too pure. We gotta cut it down, cut it down–”
“Hey!” I say
loudly, trying to cut through his incoherent monologue.
He swings around
and presses the tip of the gun to my forehead. I gasp.
“Why did you
come here?” he asks me, his breathing short and sharp. He is angry. Angry and
peaking.
Stick to the story.
“I had nowhere
else to go,” I say honestly, and it is true. I had nowhere else to go.
“You know what
I did for you? The risk I took?” I nod.
“I know. Thank
you for protecting me.” The words are pouring out of my mouth before I can even
think. I will do anything for him to take the gun away from my head and calm
down.
“I fucking risked
EVERYTHING for you, and you don’t even care?”
Oh God. Oh
Godohgodohgod.
Excerpt
Three
The first time I tried to kill myself, I swallowed a
bottle of pain pills from his grandmother’s bathroom cupboard. It didn’t work.
I woke up and I was still alive.
Elliot begged me to promise I’d never do it again. I
did, and then the next day, I hooked up a hose to the exhaust of his car,
locked the garage, and waited for sweet release.
Of course, he found me. Cut through the garage door
with an ax and saved my sorry ass.
The third time, I was so pathetically obvious that he
found me in the bath before I’d even had a chance to drag the razor blade down
my wrists.
After the third time, he left. Because I was darkness,
and he was sinking inside that darkness, and every time he tried to pull me
out, I’d hold him under with me.
I understood. His life had revolved around saving my
life for three whole years, and he couldn’t save me anymore.
“I have nothing left to give you,” is what he said,
before he climbed into his car and drove away.
It was only after he’d left me that I realized I had
been going about things all wrong.
That it wasn’t forgiveness and forgetting that my soul
truly craved.
Once I set my sights on vengeance, life made perfect
sense.
But by then, it was too late for Elliot and me. Our
time was up. He was already with another girl, his baby in her belly.
So I
stayed in Nebraska and learned to dance, and dreamed of my revenge.
PURCHASE
LINKS
#1
Seven Sons (FREE)
iTunes:
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ALSO
AVAILABLE IN THE GYPSY BROTHERS SERIES
#2
Six Brothers
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/1qeXjs7
#3
Five Miles
iTunes:
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#4
Four Score
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/1wqwLcf
#5
Three Years
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/VKdbab
COMING
SOON (Exclusive iTunes Pre-order available)
#6
Two Roads
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/1qF7Vgo
#7
One Love
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/1okpmkK
ALSO
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER – THE CARTEL TRILOGY
#1
Cartel
iTunes:
http://bit.ly/1p508XC
#2 Kingpin
#3
Empire
AUTHOR
BIO
Lili writes
dark, disturbing romance. Her #1 bestselling Gypsy Brothers series was created
in a serial format - quick, intense episodes released frequently with some
wicked cliffhangers. The Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt
biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is
a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the
club, to be released in 2015 by HarperCollins.
Lili quit
corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her
other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good
coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to
read almost as much as she loves to write.
AUTHOR
LINKS
Twitter:
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Website:
http://www.lilisaintgermain.com/
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