Hellbound Lovers MC Romance #7
by Crimson Syn
Genre: Adult MC Romance
Jack Diesel is hiding something.
All rugged goodness, with a dark edge,
The type of man I should stay away from.
There’s no avoiding someone like Diesel.
He’s a powerful magnet that lights my whole body on fire.
But he has secrets.
Secrets I can’t help but look into.
Secrets that are hindering him from being with me.
Secrets I intend to uncover.
Gabriela Cristiano is a delicious little spitfire.
She’s tough, cynical, and sexy as fuck.
She knows the power she wields on men and I’m no different because I crave her.
From the moment she fell on my lap, I can’t keep myself away.
One moment we’re arguing the next she’s on her knees before me.
She’s a rollercoaster ride I don’t want to get off of.
If only I could tell her about my past.
If only I could learn to love again.
Jack Diesel has always been sort of an enigma, he is one of the Hellbound Lovers but he's always on the move, he doesn't stay in one place very long and he keeps to himself most of the time. Well, he had good reason to do just that, and we find out what the reason is in the seventh book of the Hellbound Lovers MC series.
We met Gabriela Cristiano in Gunner's book, she is friends with Chasity as well as a police detective put on the case to get La Cruz with the help of the MC. When she first laid eyes on the hotness that is Jack Diesel she was immediately taken with him, all that sexy goodness not only made her panties wet and her knees weak, he had her craving more of him. The chemistry was scorching hot and the sexy times were plentiful.
La Cruz is up to his usual no good but this time he has help. Help that may be worse than he his. We don't have the capture of La Cruz, I'm assuming that will happen in Knox's book but seriously that pain can be around for a while so who knows.
I have been enjoying this series and I am sad to see it ending soon with the release of Knox in a few months, but I know Crimson Syn has more in store for us as she delves into The DeathRow Shooters and then The Fallen Kings MC, which I am sure will not only heat up our kindle but will keep us wanting more, and more, and more.
My eyes shot open and I was once again drenched in sweat. I lied there for a second, trying to come to terms with reality as I stared up at the ceiling of my apartment. The dreams just kept coming, and they’d gotten stronger ever since this whole bullshit with these fucking gangs had emerged. It’s got everyone on edge, and I’m fucking stressed as fuck. The sleepless nights aren’t helping either. I keep seeing her face as she screamed for me, and then that moment, the moment I lost everything. That moment continues to fucking haunt me.
I slowly headed towards the glass partition in my bedroom. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped out onto the balcony. The cool breeze sending goose bumps across my bare chest, but it felt refreshing, alleviating the pressure that engulfed me. It had been six years, and in all that time I hadn’t been able to shake this feeling off. I’d come so close to getting my hands on the motherfucker who ruined my life, and the lead I received a few months ago in Vegas was finally going to close this fucking case for good. Liam Calvaro was going to pay for everything he’d done to me, and I was going to be the one to take him down. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Wolf, but he knew what I was up to. He was always sending Gunner or Knox after me. I suppose he was watching my back and making sure I didn’t commit murder, dragging both mine and his name through the shitter. He and Gunner were the only ones who knew who I really was and what had happened to me all those years ago. They were the only souls left in this world who knew.
I ran my hand through my hair and gave a deep sigh. Another sleepless night and another stressful fucking day. The only leeway I had on La Cruz was gone after Gunner and Chastity decided to bring the FBI in. Now we needed to start from zero once again. And then there was that damn temptation that kept hovering around the damn club. She’s woken up some shit in me I’d had buried for years. And she wasn’t one to take no for an answer, not that I wanted to give it to her.
When she’d landed on my lap a few weeks ago I wasn’t expecting her to stay. I’d heard about Gabriela Cristiano. She held high rank on the force and she was no joke when it came to her knowledge on narcotics. She was the best Narcotics Detective I’d ever seen and she was fucking beautiful, all five-foot-four tantalizing curves of her. Fuck! She had me tightly wound and highly aroused. My dick struggled to go down when she was around, and in the last few nights I’d pictured her above me, riding me as I jacked off my cock to her. I hadn’t touched myself in years. Shit I hadn’t had sex since…well, since her. In a way I felt like I was betraying her. My wife. My sweet Isabel.
I knew I couldn’t live like this anymore. I understood that I needed to move on with my life. But I couldn’t let anything divert my attention from my mission. Gabriela Cristiano was a fucking provocative distraction and her presence was fucking off-putting if anything.
I took a deep sigh and made my way to the bathroom. Taking off my shirt I stared at myself in the mirror. I was looking haggard in my thirty-eight years. I ran my hand down my face, tugging at my beard. I needed a good trim and my hair was getting too long. Dark circles ran under my eyes making me look worn out. I stared at my reflection and frowned at myself. I shouldn’t be feeling guilty for wanting another woman. Fuck!
Gabriela was the first woman I’d ever even thought about since Isabel passed away. I looked down at the bulge in my pants and tried to ignore it as I turned on the water, turning the knob so that it was steaming hot. I quickly got under it and let the water cascade down my back and neck. My cock throbbed as I ran the soap across my chest and shoulders. I was a big guy, six-foot-two, and broad shouldered. I made sure my body was kept in good shape-that I was always ready physically, and mentally, for when I had to confront my past.
It wasn’t strange that a woman like Gabriela would notice me, what was strange is that I wanted her to. I wanted her eyes on me and only me. As I rubbed the bar of soap down across my abs, my stomach tightened and my cock swelled. I pictured those pretty green eyes on me, hungrily watching me as she spread her legs. My hand flew down to my cock and I couldn’t help but groan as I pictured her stroking her pretty pussy for me, begging me with those emerald eyes to take her. I got lost in the fantasy of her as I stroked myself slowly, leaning a hand against the cool glass frame for support. My grip was tight as I gave my dick long twisting strokes, imagining her parted lips as she fingered herself while I watched. Her jet-black hair sprawled out onto the pillows as she threw her head back. Those luscious tits, all soft and plush, jutting out for me. I stroked my cock vigorously, my muscles tensing as I continued to masturbate with the thought of claiming her. Of grabbing her ankles and yanking her down to me, raising her legs so that my cock could play along her folds. My breath hitched and my hand drew into a fist as I jerked my dick in fast, hard pulls. I desperately wanted my fist to be her curvy little body. I wanted to sink my cock into her depths and hear her call out my name. I could feel that familiar pressure start to surge up my legs making my muscles clench. I swayed forward and grunted as I tugged harshly on my cock, hot cream spewing out at full force as I came for her. I pressed my head against my forearm as my body thrummed. The water now getting cool from being under it for so long.
I stood there for a few minutes before washing off and getting ready for work. I had errands to run for Wolf and I needed to hit the road following those leads Ryan had been talking about. Not that I didn’t trust Ryan Simon, the President of the Death Row Shooters had gotten our backs more than we could count. But I needed to make sure I wasn’t following a dead lead. I had shit to do and Gabriela Cristiano was definitely not on that list.
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My name is Crimson Syn, not really, but what fun is it to use my real name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl ask for?
I started writing at the age of sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out. Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were they hot.
So here I am, after reading so many wonderful stories, I have too many sinful tales of my own not to share. I like my alphas rough and possessive, and I have no shame in saying it or writing it. I had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took me to new worlds and brought me new loves. So, I want to do the same for you. I want to indulge my readers in those steamy reads that will send them into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues, without leaving the confines of their nice warm bed. If I am able to entice your inner goddesses, then I have done my job and I am satisfied.
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