Loser by Nia Farrell
by Nia Farrell
They’ve both lost something…
For kindergarten teacher and kidnapping victim Sara Davies, it was a baby. For tattoo artist and Avenging Angels MC member Flynn McGee, it was his belief in a happily ever after. Bullied as a dyslexic teen, the product of a broken home, he struggles daily with self-worth. Sara battles PTSD, anxiety, insomnia, and night terrors that require medication if she has any hope of getting some sleep.
Flynn believes that BDSM would help Sara in her healing process but she’s only done vanilla. She thinks that Flynn needs to share his original artwork with the world. Each of them pushes the other, but the conflict that comes from being outside their comfort zones only fuels their passion.
Their fledgling relationship is put to the test when Sara becomes the target of a dangerous stalker. Can Flynn and the Avenging Angels keep her safe, or will Sara become Reaper’s next victim?
This book has adult content and may contain triggers. Written for ages 18+.
By Nia Farrell
God, could she be any more tempting? She stood there, unmoving, waiting for him to react. He’d tried to warn her off, but she’d insisted on teasing the beast in him. She wasn’t dumb. She should have known better. That she did it anyway pissed him off.
Something inside him snapped.
He wanted to fist her hair, back her against the wall, tear off her panties, and fuck some sense into her. It took every bit of willpower he possessed to stay where he was.
He rubbed his face and cursed his mother’s voice in his head, telling him to do the right thing. “Sara, I have a splitting headache and a raging hard-on. With this messed-up head of mine…shit. I’m sorry, but you need to leave before I start acting stupid and something happens that we’ll both regret.”
“I don’t think that skirt meets the school dress code, Sara.”
She felt her cheeks grow flush. “No, I wore this for you. It shows my thigh.”
He arched a brow. “It shows a helluva lot more than that. Did you wear those red panties for me, too? Don’t bother tugging on the skirt, Sara. It’s too late for that.”
She froze with her fingers on the hem.
“Well?” he said. “Did you?”
She snapped her spine straight, and looked past his shoulder, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “No. I wore them for me.”
“Liar.” He pinned her with his gaze. “Look me in the eye and tell me that again. Did you wear those panties for me?”
His hazel eyes were this beautiful mix of colors that seemed to shift with his emotions. Right now, they were as dark as she’d ever seen them.
“Maybe,” she hedged.
He crossed his tattooed arms and gave her a look that demanded the truth.
“Yes,” she admitted, feeling the blush that colored her cheeks and spilled down to her chest.
“That’s what I thought. And why would you do that, Sara? Wear red panties and flash me? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“Did you want me to notice?”
“Yes,” she croaked.
“You know, some men would think that you were asking for something you might not be willing to give. What were you hoping for, Sara? What did you see happening here tonight?”
“I don’t know,” she keened, at once ashamed and aroused. “After I got out of the hospital, I created this image that people wanted to see. Someone who has it together. Someone who’s happy. But no one bothers to look past the mask. No one wants to see the darkness or the grief, the guilt or the regrets. They want to see the old Sara, and she’s not there anymore.”
Flynn listened. Nodded. “You’re trying to find yourself. Redefine yourself. I get that. I’ve had to do it, too. More than once. It just takes time.”
“Time?” She shook her head. “It’s been three years since I’ve felt anything and now I don’t know what to do. How to act. What to think when you get flirty with me. I don’t know. Maybe you’re that way with everyone. I mean, look at me. I’m nothing like those girls in your club.”
“No,” he said. “You’re not. And thank fuck for it. Sweetbutts are a dime a dozen. Sleeping with them is meaningless sex. Scratching an itch, nothing more. A woman like you…you have no idea how rare you are. I look at you, and I see someone who’s stronger than she thinks, wiser than she knows, and better than I deserve. There’s a kindness in you that’s survived despite everything that you’ve been through. The way you stayed with me, I have to wonder if you’d have done it for anyone else. Would you have been brave enough to go to the clubhouse, say, with Iceman if you’d seen him go down? What I’m saying is, I know it took guts to go in there with me and you didn’t really know me from shit. Hell, you took a bigger chance going to my room. If you had any idea what was going through my mind, you’d have dropped me at the door and gone straight home.”
Sara pressed her thighs together but it did nothing to ease the throbbing between her legs. “You said you were a Dominant. A true Dominant wouldn’t force himself on me. Nothing would have happened without my consent.”
“And it won’t tonight, either. But I’m too old for games, Sara. If you want something, tell me. Don’t play coy. You say that you want to discover who you are. Well, I want that, too. After we eat, I’ll show you something that may help. Doing it will be your choice. I’m hoping that you’ll trust me to guide you through it.”
Loser: Avenging Angels MC Book 3 by Nia Farrell
Length 44,820 words. Release date May 8, 2018.
Teasers and Excerpts http://bit.ly/AAMC3WP or https://niafarrell.wordpress.com/2018/04/25/loser-avenging-angels-mc-book-3/