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Ruthless (Book 1): Violent Spawn MC, #1
Ruthless (Book 1): Violent Spawn MC, #1
Ruthless (Book 1): Violent Spawn MC, #1
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Ruthless (Book 1): Violent Spawn MC, #1

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  • Personal Growth

  • Loyalty

  • Family

  • Romance

  • Responsibility

  • Forbidden Love

  • Fish Out of Water

  • Enemies to Lovers

  • Alpha Male

  • Love Triangle

  • Secret Identity

  • Opposites Attract

  • Redemption

  • Strong Female Lead

  • Rebellious Teenager

  • Coming of Age

  • Motorcycle Clubs

  • Conflict

  • Self-Discovery

  • Love & Relationships

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This is book 1 of the Violent Spawn MC series! Books 2 and 3 are available everywhere now!

There's no telling what he'll do if I get too close.

CORA

I gave him my body to save my brother's life.

It was the only way to protect him.

But it's about to cost me everything.

I did everything that Finn demanded in exchange for my brother's freedom.

Now, I'm standing in his bedroom.

Chained.

Bare.

Shivering.

Then, the man who owns me now opens the door and do his worst.

His cruel, beautiful lips part and he says four little words that make my blood run cold:

"You're mine now, princess."

FINN

The sassy little girl thought she could tell me how to run my business.

Hell no.

Oliver is a damn good recruit, and I ain't about to let her march in and steal him from under my nose.

I don't give a damn if she IS his big sister.

As far as I'm concerned, she's just a mouthy brat with a desperate need for a spanking.

But she's persistent as hell.

And I'm sick of her standing in my doorway.

So I make her a deal, one I never thought she'd accept.

Bend over for me, and I'll let your brother go.

She'd have to be crazy to say yes.

A man like me doesn't exactly play nice with his bedmates.

On the contrary – I bend them 'til they break.

Take them 'til they scream.

Then I kick them out, naked and afraid. Not my problem anymore.

But to my surprise, she agrees.

And I get ready to do everything I warned her would happen.

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Release dateOct 16, 2019
ISBN9781393290421
Ruthless (Book 1): Violent Spawn MC, #1

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    Ruthless (Book 1) - Zoey Parker

    Ruthless: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Violent Spawn MC Book 1)

    By Zoey Parker

    There’s no telling what he’ll do if I get too close.

    CORA

    I gave him my body to save my brother’s life.

    It was the only way to protect him.

    But it’s about to cost me everything.

    I did everything that Finn demanded in exchange for my brother’s freedom.

    Now, I’m standing in his bedroom.

    Chained.

    Bare.

    Shivering.

    Then, the man who owns me now opens the door and do his worst.

    His cruel, beautiful lips part and he says four little words that make my blood run cold:

    You’re mine now, princess.

    FINN

    The sassy little girl thought she could tell me how to run my business.

    Hell no.

    Oliver is a damn good recruit, and I ain’t about to let her march in and steal him from under my nose.

    I don’t give a damn if she IS his big sister.

    As far as I’m concerned, she’s just a mouthy brat with a desperate need for a spanking.

    But she’s persistent as hell.

    And I’m sick of her standing in my doorway.

    So I make her a deal, one I never thought she’d accept.

    Bend over for me, and I’ll let your brother go.

    She’d have to be crazy to say yes.

    A man like me doesn’t exactly play nice with his bedmates.

    On the contrary – I bend them ‘til they break.

    Take them ‘til they scream.

    Then I kick them out, naked and afraid. Not my problem anymore.

    But to my surprise, she agrees.

    And I get ready to do everything I warned her would happen.

    Chapter 1

    Cora

    Cora Anderson had a thousand things to do, and answering an unwanted phone call from her parents wasn’t one of them. According to her assistant, her mother was currently holding on line three. That was great. For all she cared, they could hold for a few minutes. Maybe even a few hours. She didn’t have time for them.

    Cora had Michele Bruno, president of Bruno Cosmetics, on line one. That woman was a force to be reckoned with, and she didn’t like how Cora had scheduled the employee satisfaction interviews. On line two was Calvin Payne, of Payne, Leonard, and Matthews. He was happy with the scheduling, which was a blessing since he was known to be unhappy with everything, but not the criteria. He thought it was overzealous and outside the scope of what his company needed.

    She wasn’t surprised. Companies only contacted Cora when their employee approval rating was so low they didn’t have a choice. Her coming in meant there was a problem, and companies, especially previously successful ones, hated to admit to having a problem. They preferred blaming other people. Cora had an ex with the same issue. It was never pretty. Well, for that matter, exes weren’t pretty. Neither, she thought as the bright red light for line three continued to blink, is my family.

    She was five minutes into negotiating the necessity of her work with Mr. Payne when the light finally flickered off. Her anxiety levels dropped, and she was able to explain to a lawyer why his office could benefit from her assistance, and why she was absolutely the best person for the job. It was an old spiel, but she made it sound new anyway. When she hung up, Cora was smiling. That contact would keep her company employed for another six months.

    Ms. Anderson?

    The door to Cora’s office was filled with a sensible brunette in a demure business suit.

    Yes, Gemma?

    Your parents. They are calling...again. Gemma sounded mildly frazzled. It was a rare enough occurrence for Cora’s most trusted and steadfast employee to be anything but perfectly professional that Cora pushed her keyboard away and turned toward the phone.

    All right, all right. I’ll take care of it.

    If you want me to... Gemma made a chopping motion across her neck.

    No, Cora chuckled, knowing the sound didn’t quite match the tightness around her hazel eyes. I will handle this.

    Gemma looked relieved. Cora couldn’t blame her. Even the best families could be difficult to deal with, and Cora’s were nowhere near the best. While the sensible woman was an assistant who truly went above and beyond, handling the Andersons was completely outside of her job description. She picked up the phone and, after a very deep breath, hit the button to open the line.

    Hello?

    Cora? Her mother’s voice quavered out the name. It had the rawness of many hours spent crying. That wasn’t surprising—her mother was always crying about something, especially when the entire world wasn’t focused on her. Cora, is that you? I swear if you put me back on hold...

    It’s me, Mom. Cora already felt a headache forming behind her eyes. I’m sorry, it’s been real busy at work and—

    How long does it take you to answer a phone? The question was angry, shrill, more like the squawk of an angry bird. It was more honest than her tears had been. Are you ignoring your mother?

    The answer was yes, but somehow Cora did not think it was a good idea to fess up. It had never been a good idea to admit her real feelings to her mother. The woman had a cruel streak that was fueled by cheap wine and poor life choices. I’ve been working, Mom. I’m sorry.

    Fine, her mother said in a tone that felt like anything but fine. I understand. Big business girl, too busy for her own family.

    Mom, I’m sorry, Cora repeated. Running my own business takes up a lot of my time. She knew full well that her mother wouldn’t understand that. Samantha Sam Anderson had never worked a full-time job much less ran her own business.

    You work too much, Samantha muttered. For the first time, Cora heard the slight slur that told her that her mother had been drinking. A glance at the clock informed her it was only two in the afternoon.

    Cora managed to bite her tongue on an angry retort. If she got her mother blathering about all of Cora’s life choices, good and bad, she would be on this phone for hours. She took a deep breath and made her voice as gentle as she could manage. Mom, what happened?

    My baby is in jail! her mother blurted with a fresh wave of watery hysterics. It was classic Samantha. She didn’t use Oliver’s name, or even call him Cora’s brother. As usual, Sam had picked the phrase that would make it all about her. My poor little boy. They just dragged him out of my home.

    They? Cora did her best to ignore the demand for pity. The cops?

    Well, who else? Samantha demanded. They broke open my door at three in the morning, shoved this warrant in my face, and took him.

    Warrant? That was a little more serious than just getting arrested. A warrant meant they had to come get him, that they

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