****book two of Savage MC series***** "Go on sweetie, blow out the candles and make a wish. Now don't tell anyone or it won't come true" "I wont, I promise". * We've all dreamed of being princesses who wore beautiful dresses and danced and swirled around in high roofed ball rooms. We've all wanted long, wavy hair and looks that stopped people in their tracks. We've all wanted a Kingdom that worshipped us indefinitely, starstruck on the idea of us. I wished and got my dream, in a roundabout way. See I wore beautiful outfits that were designed solely for me. I had hair that many would kill for and had perfected my make up to the point that I gave make up artists a run for their money. Best of all I had a Kingdom that worshipped the ground I danced on and paid to do it too; starstruck didn't come close to what they felt when they saw me. Yeah I got my fairytale princess story, in a way that was no sort of fairytale at all. * Aine had her Kingdom that she fought to own the throne in and Switch had his brotherhood that was all he needed. Two different people, two different stories. When trouble arises in the club, she'll do whatever she has to do to keep herself from becoming vulnerable and he'll do everything to tear her Kingdom apart...question is will he get what he wants or destroy them both in the process? Funny how time passes and it seems like it hasn't at all. ************************************** Three things about this story: -I'm going to make you love something you otherwise would hate. -I'm going to make you hate something you previously loved. -And by doing both of the above I'm going to break your heart. Get ready. ***Sexual content and bad language****

An hourglass was once used to show the passage of time, a tiny vile consisting of two glass bulbs connected vertically by a narrow neck which allowed for the trickle of sand from the upper bulb to the lower. An object of delicate beauty it demonstrated to the world what many feared most in life. Time running out. While what it represented was feared, none could ever look away as the sprinkle of sand moved silently into the lower bulb, filling as the top emptied. There was something majestically tranquil about how easily the sand slipped through the opening. And while an hourglass is most alluring to us, it still stands by its purpose. Our time will run out, no matter what we do to try and stop it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "She belongs with us, we're taking her back." his voice was harsh, a spit of fire to his words and I felt its flame run down my spine. I didn't reply because while I knew there was logic to his words I couldn't stop the curl of fury like a snake slithering up my body as the claim shot through my head, untamed. She is mine, she belongs to me. "Come get her." I invited, the threat evident in my voice and I heard him scoff in return. "You have asked for what is coming, Fox." he snarled down the phone before hanging up and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Our time was up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

• Mirjam • I've had a good life. A nice family home. Parents who only wanted the best for me. A nice and almost perfect fiancé. I followed my passion and never looked back. Until I went to far. I got abducted and tortured in Afghanistan. Held by terrorists for months. I just wanted to help people, follow my passion as an army nurse. But I paid the price. I'm home but the old Mirjam died in Afghanistan. Died in that dark room. I left everything behind and went to find my new self. I was never one to give up. So why start now? • Saw • As the President of my club, I have to be in control of everything. My club, my life, the woman I fuck. People respect me, like they should. People do what I say, because they know what I will do if they don't. Woman flick around me, there is never a short supply. Life is good. Until the spitfire that moved into my sisters old apartment starts haunting my mind. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Haru • I'm never alone. My own voices alway keeping me company. Protecting me. Hiding me from the cruelty of others. My soul was broken apart by the nightmare I called a childhood. Now I need protection from myself, because I told myself to never give myself to another man. So why am I giving myself to not one, but two of them? • Jaded • I'm quiet. A man with few words.Precise. A cold-blooded killer that would do anything to protect my club. People avoid me. I avoid people. It's all the same. I'm a murderer. A monster. I'm no good for anyone. I wish she could see that. • Irish • I pretend to be the happy guy. The guy with the laughs. I'm good at making inappropriate jokes and pushing peoples boundaries. I try to make sure people don't see the real me. I'm a mess, caught up in a past I would like to forget. But then she walks in. She might heal me, I might heal her. Too bad she is too interested in my brother. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Layla • No one wanted me until him. He was my savior, my hero. I loved him. But we were torn apart by the system. Once again no one wanted me. I was a shadow. Hiding from the demons around me, lurking in broad day light. Until someone noticed me, someone who told me I was beautiful. I should have known better than listen to pretty words. • Sherlock • After surviving on my own, living on the streets, I've found a family. A family that understood me. They gave me the tools to survive in this fucked up world. The only thing missing is the love of my life. The girl that was ripped away from me all these years ago. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

• Elvira • Some people call me Elf, some call me Elvira. I don't really care, because i'm distracted by the perfect view that would make a perfect picture. People call me stupid, an airhead. Honestly? I'm just not interested in their conversations. People call me childlike, talking people half to death, making pictures of everything I see. Honestly? I escape behind my camera so people don't notice the pain I felt when my parents abandoned me in a hell hole. But that's a story for another time. Right now, i'm once again distracted. But this time by the hot guy that just served me beer at a bar in the Nevada dessert. • Whiskey • My bar is my home, the club is my family. I've never wanted more than this. I'm content. I try to tell myself that I don't envy my brothers for finding their other halves. I have enough woman to fill all my needs, but they are empty fucks. The bar is my home and it might turn out to be the place were I find the missing piece i've been looking for. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

Morgan is a single mother, trying to make ends meet and care for her daughter. Wolf is the leader of the Animals MC, He's only ever been alone and he likes it that way. He gives Morgan a job despite their conflicting interests. While the two never see eye to eye or manage to agree, she's considered part of Wolf's club and when her daughter is injured while at the club he takes it personal. Suddenly the only person Morgan can rely on is the one man she promised herself she'd never grow close to and suddenly Wolf has decided he doesn't want to be alone anymore. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fy36R-DQofc NOW ENTERED IN WATTYS 2016

Ezra Allan spent four years in prison, serving time for a crime he committed on behalf of the motorcycle club he worked for. Now out of prison he's a free man, forced to repay his debt to society by working at a small and in need church. Once there he meets Eve, cut off from the world for nearly her entire life she's young, innocent and trapped. An unlikely friendship begins to bloom but in a town that's run by a cruel gang and under the thumb of a strict church, the only way to be truly free may be to walk away.

Ten years ago Lacy was saved by the Animals MC. Take off the streets and given a home, family and a reason to live inside the confines of the club and she had one man to thank for it, Demon. Demon brought Lacy to the club, took her under his wing, trained her to be his second hand. A skilled assassin, stealthy and smart. Now, Lacy has double crossed the very MC she once loved and the man who saved her life. The Animals have ordered Lacy be dealt with and they sent to one man she could never escape to do it, Demon. NOW ENTERED IN WATTYS 2016! As a game of cat and mouse unravels between the two friends so does something else, a lust ten years deep that neither of them can deny. Will Lacy give up everything for a chance with the man she loved? Will Demon walk away from his family to save the woman he created? The stakes have never been in higher in BOOK TWO of the ANIMALS MC Series "Damaged Lace"

Zeke Green has always been a distant man, spending the first few years of his adult life raising his younger brother Ty made him overprotective. After joining the Animals MC his brother Ty joined as well. Becky Lockhart has always been the girl next door, best friend to both brothers while growing up Ty was the one who was stupid enough to fall in love with her. Through the years Zeke and Becky grew apart and their friendship became nothing more than a mutual dislike that kept them friendly only for Ty. When Becky is seriously injured and Ty is out of town Zeke is the only one who can help her and reluctantly does so but helping Becky will require him to examine his life and face the demons he's spent the past ten years running from.