Title: Shift (Disciples’ Daughters #2)
Author: Drew Elyse
Genre: Contemporary/MC Romance
Release Date: April 19, 2016
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.
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Excerpt
Gabe
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
EmmalineβEmmy, was Ashβs daughter. Ash had a fucking daughter. Ashβ¦
βThree, but my birthday is real soon.β Emmy had to me.
Ash had a three-nearly-four-year-old daughter.
Ash left me almost five years ago.
Iβd stopped doing the math on it, stopped tracking how long it had been since she had left me. I did the math then, though. Four years, seven months. Emmy was nearly four, plus nine months of pregnancy.
Fuck.
No.
She wouldnβt.
I tore out of the kitchen and flew through the hallway where Iβd found Emmy, past the stairs, and out to the back deck.
Ash was there, standing in the middle of the yard, facing away from me. She looked different, the silhouette of her body more curved than I remembered and her curly blonde hair falling farther down her back. Still, I would have known it was her anywhere.
All around and in front of her, little sparks of light flashed and died away. Fireflies. She was watching them flicker around the yard.
Indian had called Ash firefly since before I knew her. He used to say it was because her smiles werenβt constant given how introverted she was, but when one came out, it was like a light shining out of her.
He wasnβt exaggerating. Not one fucking bit.
For a moment, the image of her transfixed me. I wanted to break out my sketchpad and commit the sight to paper so I would never lose it. I wanted to ink it into my own skin so it would always be with me.
Then, I remembered Emmy.
The rage returned, burning underneath my skin. Storming across the yard, I clenched my hands at my sides. I couldnβt touch her. I couldnβt be responsible for what might happen if I did.
Just as I got close, Ash looked over her shoulder at me and jumped at the sight. Whether that was because I was not who she was expecting or my fury was clear on my face, I didnβt know. Didnβt really fucking care.
βIs she mine?β I demanded.
βWhat?β
My heart was beating triple time in my chest. The shock to my system at seeing Ashβs beautiful face again was almost enough to break through the cloud of anger, but not quite.
βEmmy,β I explained. βIs. She. Mine?β
Ash went pale. βHow did youββ
βShe was out in the hall. Woke up and needed a drink. Funny thing is, she says sheβs about to turn four. Itβs been just about nine months more than that since you left. So, Iβll ask one last time. Is she my fucking daughter?β I roared.
Ash shrunk back, and answered in a small voice, βI donβt know.β
Sheβ¦what? βYou donβt know?β
Her eyes fell to the ground. βI would have told you if I knew for sure.β
She would haveβ¦
Holy. Fuck.
No. Not possible.
A ringing in my ears filled the silence in the yard. Emmy might not be mine. Ash didnβt know for sure who the father was. Ashβ¦Ash slept with someone else. But the timelineβ¦
She fucked someone else right after she left me.
I spent monthsβfuck, over a yearβdoing nothing but missing her, trying to find her. I didnβt touch another fucking woman until Ash had been gone for over eighteen months. But sheβ¦fuck.
How long did she even wait before letting some other guy in where only I had been?
A week? Two? Couldnβt have been that long if he might be Emmyβs father.
Fuck.
Ash still wasnβt looking at me and that was a really fucking good thing. I couldnβt see her face. Couldnβt see those eyes.
Without another fucking word, I left. I couldnβt be anywhere near her. I couldnβt handle the blow she just dealt.
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