StoryTeller's Tale: Wretched Soulz MC (The Mayhem Makers Series) by Manda Mellett ➱ New Release Book Tour
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“What an awesome start for this new Wretched Soulz MC!”
“This storyline gripped from the very start and would not let go until it finished. Loved the dynamic that Storyteller has with Sheri! My thoughts were “Man this girl has balls!””
“Amazing start to a new series. Loved Story Teller and Sheri so much. Their chemistry was on fire!!”
“OH MY!!!! I could not put this book down!”
“This book will pull you in from the first page to the last page.”
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Being a nomad I spend all my time travelling the road. Moving from place to place, with little or nothing pulling me back to what could be considered home.
“It’s been personally signed by the author and dedicated to her. Look.” She traces the words as she reads them out. “To Sheri, thanks for being a great fan. MariaLisa DeMora, MMM 23.” She glances my way and her eyes narrow. “How the hell did you get this? Are you certain you don’t know this Sheri?”
“Fuckin’ certain,” I growl, reaching to take the book from her. “I found it, okay?”
“Found it?” Her eyes widen. “You know what MMM is, right?”
I couldn’t give a damn. I just want to keep reading, but she’s intent on enlightening me. “It’s a big signing for authors of Motorcycle, Mafia and Mayhem romance.”
“Romance!” Iron snorts. “Why you reading that shit, Brother?”
I shoot him my finger. “Give it to me,” I demand, as Camilla seems to have taken possession of the book that I was enjoying reading.
Instead, she continues in a dreamy voice, “I wanted to go to the signing, but I couldn’t make it to Houston. But this?” She taps the signature page again. “This is a personal dedication by the author. It’s not something a woman would treat casually.” She squints at me. “She’ll be devastated to have lost it. A book like this is a prized possession, especially as the signing was only a couple of days ago. How the hell did you get your paws on it?” Her eyes narrow. “You steal it?”
I shift awkwardly, not comfortable with her accusation. “For fuck’s sake woman, I don’t need to steal a fuckin’ book. I found it, alright? At a rest stop in New Mexico.” I’m probably sounding more aggressive than I should, but I’m on the defensive, for some reason feeling guilty. “It was lying abandoned on the ground. Must have fallen out of her purse or something.” I think back and add, “There was no one around.”
She harrumphs. “I bet she went looking for it as soon as she realised she lost it.” Her reproving stare makes me react.
I did nothing wrong. I just saw a perfectly good book that looked interesting, lying around and took possession of it. “Finders, keepers,” I tell her, snatching the book out of her hands. Standing, I give up any thought of reading peacefully in the clubhouse.
Going back to the room where I’d left my bag, I start to slide the book into it, when guilt makes me pull it back out. Prized possession. Guiltily, I straighten the corner which I’d bent over to mark my place.
I snort at my action. Well, Sheri, whoever the fuck she is, had clearly been careless about keeping it safe. Her loss, my gain.
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