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★★★★★ Amazon Review – “What an excellent and heartfelt story in the Fury Series…”
★★★★★ Amazon Review – “This was a shocking and emotional edition to the Little Rock Chapter of Satan’s Fury MC…..Some suspense with a beautiful and tragic story on both sides. Ending in a HEA that you don’t want to miss.”
★★★★★ Cajun Heat Book Blog (Barb) – “This was such a fantastic read that I couldn’t put down! A tragic tale that will have you all up in your feels!”
“I’ve always had two boys in that house, and we managed just fine.”
I wasn’t one hundred percent correct on my stance, far from it. Dan was right that I didn’t know much about Walker, and I needed to be careful, especially where the boys were concerned.
But I was winning this little debate of ours, so I decided to bring it home with the final punch. “You just don’t like the fact that I’m finally moving on.”
“That’s not what this is.”
“Isn’t it?”
I thought back to my night with Walker. I couldn’t remember the last time that being around a man had felt that simple, that easy. There were no questions I wasn’t ready to answer. No looks that made me feel like I owed him something. He just let me be, and somehow, that made me want to give him more.
Dan was just the opposite, and I was over it. “You don’t get to do this. Not anymore.”
“Do what?”
“Show up here and make demands like you still have a say.”
“I’m their father.”
“And you always will be, but that doesn’t give you the right to control what I do.” I stepped closer. “You’re building a whole new life with someone else, Dan. A new wife. A new house. A new baby…”
His eyes flickered with anger, but that didn’t stop me from adding, “And yet, you’re here questioning me on who I chose to spend my time with.”
For a second, he didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything he could say. He knew I was right. I was about to push further when I heard a faint creak behind me. One of the boys was up, and they were listening.
Damn.
Dan’s eyes flickered toward the door, signaling to me that he’d heard it too. He leaned in closer and whispered, “I expect the boys to be at my place by one.”
“They’ll be there.”
“Good.”
He grumbled something under his breath, then turned and charged down the steps, heading for his truck. I stood there for a moment, watching until he pulled out of the drive. Once he was gone, I punched the code into the keypad and opened the door.
When I stepped back inside, I didn’t see any sign of the boys, but Milo, our enormous and always ravenous cat, was sitting at the foot of the stairs. The second he spotted me, he darted for my feet, weaving in and out of my legs while meowing like a lunatic. This was his way of telling me that he was on the verge of starvation and may pass at any moment. “Okay. Okay. I’m coming.”
As expected, he followed me into the kitchen and only tripped me twice as I grabbed his food from the cabinet. I opened the can and was about to put it in his bowl when he nudged my hand, pleading with me to hurry. I shook my head and scowled, “Oh, come on. You are not that hungry.”
That got me another meow that I swear sounded like “momma.”
But the second the food dropped into his bowl, I was all but forgotten. He started chowing down like there was no tomorrow. I gave him a quick rub across the head, then walked over to the counter and turned on the coffee pot.
While I stood there letting it percolate, I thought back over my conversation with Dan. I should’ve been furious that he’d had the audacity to question my actions, especially after everything he’d done, and I was to a degree. But there was part of me that no longer cared if he approved of me or what I was doing.
As the mother of his children, sure. It was important that we were on the same page on some things, but not my personal life. That was off the table. Just like it was for him.
And whether he liked it or not, I had every intention of getting to know Walker better. I just hoped Walker felt the same way about me.
Some men are born drifters. Others are just waiting to find their way home.
My ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Review:
This was such a great story. It was devastating, tragic, healing, and wonderful.
Drifter is a Satan’s Fury MC, Kansas member, but he had to leave his home after a devastating loss. Now he rides around the country looking for peace and a way home. When he hears a threat to his Little Rock brothers, he knows he has to warn them. He knows it’s not his fight, but he can’t in good conscience just leave them to hang out to dry. Knowing he needs to do it face to face, he decides to head to Little Rock and warn them of the danger that’s heading their way.
The past five years have left Drifter aka Walker a nomad for the Satan’s Fury MC. He’s not looking for anyone, nor is he looking to plant roots, but somehow, fate has other plans for him and he finds that he can’t walk away any more than he could stay in Kansas. One last trip home to Kansas and he’s ready to find a place to plant those roots. A beautiful librarian and her two sons are more than willing to help him with that.
Raelynn wasn’t looking for a relationship. She figured her life was set with her and her sons, but when a man stops in the diner to speak to her sons and back up her statement, she sees a man that peeks her interest. She’ll probably never see him again, but one can hope. It seems neither one want to chance not seeing each other again.
I loved this story even with the tragedy and the devastation that Drifter went through. This story shows that there can be life after tragedy, we just have to be willing to take the chance on ourselves and open up to something new. I love the Satan’s Fury MC characters and their stories. I look forward to more books from L. Wilder to come and can’t wait for other characters to find their HEA and the women that will bring them to their knees.
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