The All Encompassing: Shifter MC Novel (Pureblood Predator MC Book 1) (50 page)

Lily hands the phone back to Sorry. Lifts her head to me. Looks me straight in the eye. She’s not crying. Her shoulders are back, her chin high. She reaches out, brushes her fingertips across my cheek, then says, real quiet, “Mia’s right. You’re more than another biker asshole, Aaron. You’re a coward.”

Before I can say a word my bloodmate turns, strides out of the alley and toward the flames.
 

END BOOK 1

THE LORD OF NEAR AND NIGH

PUREBLOOD PREDATOR MC BOOK 2
 

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EXCERPT BOOK 2

THE LORD OF NEAR AND NIGH

PUREBLOOD PREDATOR MC
 

Life sweeps you up in its day-to-day bullshit and you lose sight of the big picture.
 

Forget who you are. What’s important.

Like murder.

Soren comes in quick and low, like the sneaky pussycat motherfucker he is. The grass beneath my feet is moist with dew. Slippery. I dig my claws into the dirt and pivot left, smashing my fist down, hoping to catch Soren on the back of the head as he whips past. Pain stabs in my left calf as Soren’s teeth tear into my flesh.
 

Bastard’s trying to hamstring me. And I tell you what: an inch lower and he would’ve, and I’d be on the ground right now, deciding whether to scream yield or let this pretentious Euro-dick rip my throat out.

No way I’m yielding. Not to this LA asshole. Not to no one.

Either way, whether I yield or die, Soren the pussycat becomes alpha of my pack.
 

And that’s not happening.
 

Not that my pack is mad impressive these days. Mia’s living in a constant cloud of bitch. Nash is so ramped up on blow he could boost a dead battery. And Sorry? Sorry’s my kid brother, but damned if it doesn’t feel like something dark’s needling at him.
 

A few screams and boos and cheers as the crowd sees Soren take a bite of me. They sound distant, their faces an unfocused blur as Soren and me circle one another, eyeing for an advantage.
 

There’s nine Purebloods surrounding us. Nine tough-as-hell apex predator motherfuckers. That’s nearly the entire West Coast contingent of the Pureblood Predators MC. Waiting to see who survives this death-match to learn who their new alpha is.
 

“You’ve gotten slow and stupid and fat,” Soren sneers, his cat fangs shining in the moonlight. He makes a run at me, then spins to the side at the last minute. “Like an American.”

It’s bullshit and he knows it. He’s trying to get under my skin. But in the back of my mind I think:
I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired.
And that thought might be deadly. Might mean the end of me.

Because that’s doubt, and doubt will kill you quicker than anything.
 

Soren smiles. He senses it.
 

“Slow and fat and soft,” he continues. “I’ve fucked Skin bitches with more fight than you.”
 

My wolf rears up, smashing against his cage, and without even thinking I bare my teeth and growl.

Soren laughs. He’s winning the mental game.
 

“That your little doggy, Aaron? Little doggy come out to play fetch?”

I lunge at him. It’s a wild move. Soren pivots, easily avoids my claws and says, “Heard about your Skin bitch. You settling down? Trading your bike for a mini-van? Your MC cut for a fucking change table?”

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dedicated to my family. Forever.

ABOUT AUTHOR MAY ELLIS DANIELS

Hello everyone. First, I’d like to say a heartfelt thank you to my family and fans for making this writing life possible. I write contemporary and paranormal romance with smoking hot bad dudes, strong females and lots of action. When not writing I enjoy hiking in the Pacific Northwest with my beautiful family, craft brews, and fast bikes. Stay sane!

- May Ellis Daniels