Title: Angel's Halo: Forever Angels
Series: Angel's Halo MC #8
Author: Terri Anne Browning
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 28, 2019
Rewind.
I hit the rewind button on the old VHS tape that contains my memories, causing the past to scream across my closed lids.
Past the nightmare where Enzo Fontana goads me, threatening my family, wanting all the secrets of my MC that I refuse to give him.
Past the evil laughter that reaches me even in the sweat soaked, pain-filled oblivion of near-death sleep.
Past the blast I thought would end me, the searing pain of the heat that melted my back, the shattering glass still lodged in parts of my body.
Past the months of loneliness because I let the one person I knew I couldn’t live without walk out of my life because I knew I wasn’t good enough for her.
Pause.
There she is.
Smiling up at me as I lean over her. Kissing her like I have the right to. Like I’m not stealing a moment in time I will have to live off of for the rest of my life.
A life that is going to end very, very soon.
I’m dying. I can feel the life begin to fade from me. My body, which has been tortured for days, perhaps even weeks—I don’t even know anymore—will give up soon.
And all I want to do is think about her.
That smile. The sweet taste of her lips. The little sounds she made as she gave me the most precious thing any woman could give a man. The love in her eyes in the afterglow.
She was mine then.
And I would forever be hers.
“Jos,” I groaned, letting the first tear leak from my eyes.
Excerpt
Prologue
Tanner
Three weeks earlier
Twirling my little brother’s keys around my finger, I whistled as I walked out of the clubhouse toward his truck. Warden was already sitting in the front passenger seat, meaning I was going to hear Raider bitch all the way to his woman’s house and then to Raven’s.
Raider was bigger than Warden. Longer. Meaner. Warden had his moments, but mostly he was a whiny little bitch. Still, he was grabbing things for some of the other females currently camped out in the main room of the clubhouse, which meant I didn’t have to. I could put up with the bitching to get out of that shit.
Opening the driver’s door, I climbed in and sat, my fingers
drumming on the steering wheel as I waited impatiently.
drumming on the steering wheel as I waited impatiently.
The front door of the clubhouse opened, Raider’s large frame
coming through the opening, and I started the engine…
coming through the opening, and I started the engine…
It stalled before catching, and my gaze locked with one of
my best friends’. We both knew what was going to happen next. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I started counting down the seconds in my head.
my best friends’. We both knew what was going to happen next. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I started counting down the seconds in my head.
Fuck this shit.
I opened the door, jumping out just as the boom shook the world. The force of the blast sent me flying, white-hot flames searing my back as my front connected with two cars parked by the fence, and I fell between them. My head bounced off the asphalt, and I groaned in agony seconds before blackness consumed me…
I cracked my eyes open as I felt myself floating. The smell
of gas hit my nose at the same time the godawful pain made itself known. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t hurt, but the worst was coming from my back. I could feel the blisters, the pain coming off them so intense, I was surprised I wasn’t in shock from the agony.
of gas hit my nose at the same time the godawful pain made itself known. There wasn’t a single part of my body that didn’t hurt, but the worst was coming from my back. I could feel the blisters, the pain coming off them so intense, I was surprised I wasn’t in shock from the agony.
Maybe I am.
I was surrounded by darkness, but my eyes slowly adjusted,
and I realized the floating sensation I was feeling wasn’t just from all the pain. I was in the trunk of a car which was moving at a speed that made me think we were on the interstate.
and I realized the floating sensation I was feeling wasn’t just from all the pain. I was in the trunk of a car which was moving at a speed that made me think we were on the interstate.
Fuck, I hurt.
I twisted, trying to get my big body into a better position that didn’t hurt as much. Bad idea. The worst I’d had in a while. Just breathing hurt; why the fuck did I think moving would make it any better? It was so intense, I saw stars, my stomach heaving from the agony. I managed to turn my head enough that I didn’t choke on my own vomit.
Knew I shouldn’t have eaten all those eggs.
The puke made me cough, which had me gasping for my next breath from the torture my body was sustaining. It was too much, and I blacked out.
A sharp slap across my face had my eyes snapping open. “Fuck off,” I growled.
Two men stood over me. One of them I knew well; the other
I’d only seen from a distance. I was lying on something cold, but the coolness did nothing to relieve the burning on my back. My hands were strapped down, as were my ankles, the way the ties cut into my flesh telling me they’d gotten rid of my boots and socks. My shirt and cut were gone too, but at least I still had my jeans on.
I’d only seen from a distance. I was lying on something cold, but the coolness did nothing to relieve the burning on my back. My hands were strapped down, as were my ankles, the way the ties cut into my flesh telling me they’d gotten rid of my boots and socks. My shirt and cut were gone too, but at least I still had my jeans on.
“You gonna arrest me, Sheriff?” I smarted off, pretending
like I wasn’t in the worst pain of my entire life. I was good at pretending. It
got me into trouble. A lot. But trouble was fun. Mostly. This, not so much.
like I wasn’t in the worst pain of my entire life. I was good at pretending. It
got me into trouble. A lot. But trouble was fun. Mostly. This, not so much.
“Got better plans for you than that, Reid,” Bates said with
a smugness on his bulldog-like face. “Fontana paid me good money for your worthless ass. Lucky me, I found you stuffed between two cars while your pussy MC brothers were bawling their eyes out thinking you’d burned up in that truck with the other fucker.”
a smugness on his bulldog-like face. “Fontana paid me good money for your worthless ass. Lucky me, I found you stuffed between two cars while your pussy MC brothers were bawling their eyes out thinking you’d burned up in that truck with the other fucker.”
Warden.
Fuck.
A different kind of pain tore through me, but I swallowed it down. Now wasn’t the time to mourn my MC brother. I currently had other problems screaming for my attention.
The other man’s face pushed closer to mine, his breath heavy on the garlic. I blinked my eyes at him, trying to focus through the haze of bad breath. “Back the fuck up, and get yourself a mint. Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
Fontana punched me in the stomach as he straightened, his
face pale with rage. The hit knocked what little breath I had out of my lungs, making me wheeze and cough. The agony that was my back protested, and I had to blink back the darkness attempting to flood over me for the third time.
face pale with rage. The hit knocked what little breath I had out of my lungs, making me wheeze and cough. The agony that was my back protested, and I had to blink back the darkness attempting to flood over me for the third time.
“Reid here has a mouth on him,” Bates informed the Italian
seething over me. “Sometimes you have to shut him up before you can get the answers you want.”
seething over me. “Sometimes you have to shut him up before you can get the answers you want.”
The chuckle that left me felt like it was going to kill me,
but I wouldn’t let these bastards see how weak I really was. “I’ll talk all you want,” I assured him. “Whaddya wanna talk about, Bates? The way your momma was sucking my dick last night? You want to talk about that? She’s got a mouth on
her, man. The way she gets on her knees and blows me…so damn good.”
but I wouldn’t let these bastards see how weak I really was. “I’ll talk all you want,” I assured him. “Whaddya wanna talk about, Bates? The way your momma was sucking my dick last night? You want to talk about that? She’s got a mouth on
her, man. The way she gets on her knees and blows me…so damn good.”
Creswell Springs’s sheriff had ham hocks for fists, and they both connected with my jaw, one after the other. I laughed, fighting the urge to throw up as the action only made me want to scream in misery, and then spit the blood that was filling my mouth at him. “Your momma hits harder than you, fucking little bitch.”
Another punch to my jaw and I felt one of my molars break off. I spat it out, and it landed on the floor at the sheriff’s feet with a tiny ping.
Damn, I just got that tooth fixed too.
The last time it broke off was in the same fight where my little brother broke his arm. Damn college kids thinking they could come into Hannigans’ and play pool with the big boys. We showed them quick why the Reid brothers were unbeatable. They’d gotten a few good punches in and fucked up Matt’s arm before I took a pool stick to their heads.
Fontana was back in my face, his breath burning my nose hairs. “I like that you’re a talker.” His voice was chilling, but it took a hell of a lot more than him to make me shiver. “It shouldn’t be too hard to get the information I want out of you.”
This guy was hilarious.
I might have been a fuckup at times. Running my mouth and
causing trouble was what I was known for. But this prick was never going to get a single secret out of me about my MC brothers.
causing trouble was what I was known for. But this prick was never going to get a single secret out of me about my MC brothers.
“Really wish you’d get that mint, man,” I grumbled. “And maybe lay off the garlic sauce. You’re adding to the ozone problem. Don’t you care about global warming?”
A muscle started to tick in Fontana’s jaw, and I found the energy to smirk up at him.
The smirk turned into a grimace—the only thing I was willing
to give him to show any sign of discomfort—when he punched me in the side.
to give him to show any sign of discomfort—when he punched me in the side.
Something told me my liver was the least of my worries with
this guy.
Also Availablethis guy.
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Terri Anne Browning is a USA TODAY bestselling author. Being dyslexic, she never thought a career in writing would be possible, yet she has been on bestselling lists multiple times since 2013. Reese: A Safe Haven Novella was her first Indie published book. The Rocker Who Holds Me changed the tables and kicked off The Rocker... series featuring the sinfully delicious members of Demon's Wings. The Rocker... Series is now complete with 12 books and the occasional novella.
Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.
Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.
Other books by Terri Anne include the Angel's Halo MC Series, as well as The Lucy & Harris Novella Series, The Vitucci Mafiosos Series, and The Tainted Knights Rocker Series.
Terri Anne lives in Virginia with her husband, their three demons---err, children--and a hyper Frenchie named Grunt.
Terri Anne's Reading Order:
Angel's Halo MC Series:
Angel's Halo
Angel's Halo: Entangled
Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel
Angel's Halo: Reclaimed
Angel's Halo: Atonement
Angel’s Halo: Fallen Angel
Angel’s Halo: Avenged
Angel’s Halo: Forever Angels
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