Title: Shift (Disciples’ Daughters #2)
Author: Drew Elyse
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: April 19, 2016
Cover Design: By Hang Le
Synopsis
Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
After the death of her father, Ash learned an important lesson: being a Disciple is dangerous. The club her father had loved, the club that had been their family, took him from her. She couldnβt stay and wait for the day it would take the man she loved from her, too. So, she left.
Now, sheβs the one in danger, and the Disciples are the only ones that can keep her safe. She has no choice but to return to the club and the man she left behind.A Disciple will fight like a savage for what is his.
Sketch has what he needs: his tattooing, the club, and his bike. Anything else would require a heart, and his was ripped out of his chest a long time ago. It wasnβt coming back.
At least, not until she did.
His heart isnβt the only thing Ash brings with her, though. She has a daughter. A daughter old enough to be his. A daughter Ash claims might not be. But in his heart, Sketch knows the truth. That little girl is hisβ¦ just like her mom.This biker knows one thing: a Discipleβs daughterβs return is about to make his whole world shift.
Excerpt
My feet carried me right to her door. I had the clarity of mind to knock instead of barging in, but I was about to lose patience when the door opened. There, in an oversized Discipleβs supporter tee sheβd worn to bed for years, her eyes slightly reddened from tears, was my Ash.
Mine.
βGo away, Sketch.β
Not a fucking chance.
I backed her into the room. She fought it until I muscled my way passed the door frame. Then, she threw up an arm and turned her back to me, walking away to put space between us. I shut the door and silently flipped the flimsy lock on the knob for good measure.
βWhat do you want?β she snapped.
βI didnβt fuck her.β
That affected her. I saw the way her body locked up for a moment before she could hide it.
βGood for you.β
βAsh,β I called.
βI donβt care if you fucked some slut.β
βI didnβt recognize her, not βtil Cami said something. But I didnβt fuck her anyway.β
βSketch, just get out. I donβt care.β
She could throw attitude all she wanted. I wasnβt going anywhere.
βIf Iβd realized who she was, I wouldnβt have fucking touched her at all. I would have thrown her ass out.β
Ash didnβt even respond that time. She just turned to glare at me, her arms crossed and her hip popped out just slightly. She was a work of fucking art.
βDoesnβt matter, though. I threw her ass out once I realized I couldnβt fuck her. Didnβt matter that I had no idea who she was.β Still nothing from Ash, so I went on. βI couldnβt fuck her, firefly. I couldnβt have her when she wasnβt you.β
That got through. I watched the nickname her dad had given her as a little girl cause the crack, and my confession impart the shattering blow.
Her first retaliation was anger.
βYou expect me to believe you havenβt fucked any club sluts since Iβve been gone? Are you kidding me?β
Call me a pervert, but her anger always did something to me. Ash didnβt get angry easily. She wasnβt one to show that kind of emotion often. When I got it, it always got to me. Probably because I knew I was the only person she would blow up at like that.
βNo. I didnβt say that. Iβve fucked other women. You were gone, and eventually I had to accept that. Now, youβre not gone. Youβre right fucking here, and I wonβt settle for anything else anymore.β
βIββ she stuttered. βWhat are you saying?β
I moved across the room, not containing my grin when she backed into the wall, trapping herself. I got right up against her, feeling her tits press against me, loving the slight tremble that I knew wasnβt fear moving through her, glorying in the way she jerked from my hard on only to subtly press back against it.
βIβm saying,β I answered, leaning down so my mouth was right at her ear, running my tongue along the shell, βthat youβre mine.β