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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  OBEY: Lucky Skulls MC

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  FREE BONUS -- HEAT: A Dark Romance

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

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  OBEY: Lucky Skulls MC

  By Sophia Gray

  A blizzard traps us within these cabin walls…

  And Ciaran’s hands trap me beneath his rock-hard body.

  He may have a near-death wound,

  But one look in his eyes reveals the truth:

  Nothing will stop him from claiming me.

  A normal man would have died long before I happened to pass by.

  But Ciaran is far from normal.

  He’s a tattooed hulk, a Greek god of dark leather and heady musk and undeniable sex appeal.

  And it will take a hell of a lot more than this to send him to the grave.

  But despite his strength, he does need my help.

  The storm raging around us is worsening and his injury requires medical attention.

  There’s no time to get to a hospital – we have to get indoors now.

  Too bad the closest shelter is a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere.

  Trapped within, I do the best I can to provide everything I can for him.

  But when he wakes up and looks at me with clear eyes,

  It’s obvious that he wants something more than I’m giving.

  He wants my body.

  He wants my heart.

  He wants my submission.

  And he’ll have them all, one way or another.

  When he commands me to bend over, I have no choice but to obey.

  Chapter 1

  Elle

  The wipers swiped at my windshield furiously, trying to cut through the water before it solidified into ice, but they were only half effective. My poor little car wasn’t made for this snowstorm, and if I’d had half a brain cell, I would have left about five hours earlier. But that damn bar had promised me a spot and…well, the rest was history anyway.

  I’m getting nowhere about as fast as a country girl like me can manage, I thought bitterly.

  The heater was working overtime in a vain attempt to keep the small cab of my car warm. Unfortunately, the back window on my side wouldn’t roll up all the way and the back-passenger side door didn’t like to completely seal. The result was a constant whirring noise and a chill that never really went away. It was the reason I was blowing on my right hand and then my left, keeping only one on the wheel. My fingers were starting to feel numb, despite the gloves I wore.

  I supposed I looked kind of ridiculous, dressed in a leather jacket over a threadbare hoodie over a half-eaten wool sweater, sitting in my car, my beanie pulled nearly to my eyes and my scarf wrapped up around my chin, but what else could I do? I was trying to make it big in Nashville and, until I did, I was living the life of a starving artist.

  And let me tell you, it wasn’t half as glamorous as people made it out to be.

  My beater of a car was on its last legs to begin with and I would be damned if I asked my parents to help me get a new one. They were just a little less broke than I was and I wanted to keep it that way—at least until I made it big. Then I’d pay for every damn little thing. They’d be set for life, I promised myself

  I was going to see them for the holidays. It was only a week from Christmas and if you’d asked me three days ago if I thought there was going to be a flake of snow this year, I’d have said you were mad. Goes to show you I know less than the weatherman.

  “Shit, I can’t see a damn thing,” I muttered to myself.

  The snow was coming down like a fluffy blanket, covering everything in a nice sheet of white. Which would have been really pretty if I wasn’t trying to drive through it. Probably, the main roads were already closed, but I had taken one of those short cut back roads that my brother promised me was “the fastest way to go, darling” in an effort to avoid the holiday traffic.

  Brilliant plan that
turned out to be.

  Now I was muddling through icy roads and mountains of snow and worse still, I wasn’t even on the interstate. Which meant I hadn’t seen a soul in ages and the signs were few and far between. Getting frustrated, I finally accepted that I was going to have to pull over and figure out where the hell I was before going any farther. With any luck, my phone might actually be working out here in the boonies.

  “Please let my phone work,” I said in quick prayer.

  I pulled my beater over to the side of the road, grateful that at least my speed wasn’t sucking the heat out immediately. But I knew I couldn’t idle here too long with the heater running, so I promised myself I would be quick.

  My cell was almost three years old now with a cracked screen and far too many glitches, but it was better than spending a small fortune on a new one, and definitely better than having none at all. I turned it on, dismayed to see that it was already at fifteen percent battery. “Damnit. I’ll have to make this quick,” I muttered as I went to the GPS. I was hopeful for about three seconds that I would get a signal. Then I saw the little red X and knew I wasn’t getting anything. Not here, anyway.

  Groaning, I bit the bullet and popped open my car door. Instantly, I froze. Even though I had the car still running and the heater blasting on full, the cold air from outside was just too much for my poor little car.

  Shivering, I pulled my jacket tighter around me with one hand and held up my phone with the other. I looked like an idiot out here in the woods, pulled off on the side of the road, holding up my cell in the middle of the night trying to get a signal. But what else could I do?

  Still getting nothing, I started moving around in an effort to get something, anything. Just long enough for the maps feature to tell me where in the hell I was. Somewhere between Nashville and Des Moines, because that definitely narrows it down, I thought miserably. Originally my family was from Kentucky, but I’d had dreams of my name in lights in Nashville and my father had been transferred to Iowa last year. My brother just roamed between the two areas, popping in whenever he needed a rest from his wandering lifestyle.

  My phone beeped to let me know it was dying. I cursed it—then froze.

  From my right came a low groan. Oh my God, it’s a bear! I thought wildly, trying to decide if a bear meant I should remain still or run for my life. Could I make it to the car before it tried to eat me? Wait, don’t bears hibernate in the winter? I wasn’t sure if that meant they didn’t come out at all or not, and if it wasn’t a bear, then what the hell was it?

  Before I could decide what to do, there was another groan and I realized it wasn’t a bear. It sounded…human. I wasn’t sure if this made me feel better or not. What if it was an axe murderer or something?

  I was about to turn and run back to my car—especially since my cell phone wasn’t going to do me a damn bit of good—but something stopped me. I didn’t know what it was, but there was the sudden sense that a human being out here in this cold, groaning in the night in the middle of a snowstorm was terrible. No one would survive out here. If I got in my car and drove off, whoever was here…well, they’d die.

  Could I live with that?

  Biting my lip, I wished the answer to that was yes, but it wasn’t. It was a risk to go to whoever was making that sound, but it was one I decided I had to take.

  Holding my dying phone in my hand, my running car still puffing and grinding, trying to survive, I headed towards the sound. I hadn’t heard it again and I wondered suddenly if I’d taken too long to make my decision.

  I took another step towards the bank, the side of the road sloping into a ditch that was mostly filled with snow. I didn’t see anything and had nearly decided I made the whole thing up when I noticed a mound in the snow. Mostly it was covered in white, but I saw just barely a tinge of black and green beneath it where the snow had been partially blown away. I bit my lip, debating once again. Finally, I went to the mound. I crouched down beside it, my toes cold inside my boots and the holes in my jeans sending goosebumps up my legs.

  It was too cold outside. I needed to get back to my car.

  I reached out and brushed away some of the snow covering the mound. I uncovered a shoulder, then a neck and finally a face. A gasp escaped my lips and my eyes widened. His jaw was strong and covered with a fine sprinkling of red whiskers, his lashes a darker color and long almost like a woman’s. His eyes were closed, but I imagined they were beautiful, just like his face.

  Beautiful except for the purpling bruises along his jaw and left eye, the split lip that looked like it was probably going to be infected, and a jagged cut along his brow.

  “My God,” I muttered, brushing aside a half-frozen piece of dark hair that was caught somewhere between red and brown. “What the hell happened to you?”

  Of course, he was too unconscious to answer. Which was a problem for one very noticeable reason: how the hell was I going to get a large unconscious man into my car?

  I brushed the rest of the snow from his body and was rewarded with the sight of a large, well-built man. His muscular legs were encased in a pair of dark washed jeans, faded from use, not design, and he was wearing a heavy set of worn work boots. But up top he was only wearing a black t-shirt. I saw that the green color I’d noticed earlier was from a four leaf clover printed and faded on his back.

  I glanced nervously back at my car which suddenly seemed so very far away, then looked back at the man. How was I going to get him to my car?

  Maneuvering myself around to the front of him, I dug my half-numb hands into the snow to get a grip on his underarms, hoping I could maybe drag him over to my car. I tugged and pulled, but I didn’t get anywhere. My hands were now soaked through and even colder than before. I was a total mess, my clothes and my hair getting wet thanks to the snow that was still falling and the icy breeze was biting through me despite my layers. There was no way I was going to get him up and into my car.

  Realizing I was either going to have to leave him to get help or get him awake enough to move, I started slapping at his face. I winced each time, because he was already injured and I knew this wouldn’t feel good, but I had to get him awake.

  It seemed like maybe he wasn’t going to get up. Worse still, I had the sudden, chilling thought that maybe he was already dead. Had he frozen out here in the time since I’d found him? Or maybe it hadn’t been him groaning at all. Was there some other critter out here in the dark? Was it watching us now?

  I was scaring myself stupid and it made me more aggressive as I slapped him once hard across the face. I cocked my hand back to do so again, but stopped mid-swing. He groaned.

  “Oh my God! You’re alive!” I cried in surprise and utter relief. I wanted to get the hell out of here now. “You’ve gotta help me get you up. We need to get to my car. Hurry, please!”

  I didn’t know how much of what I said he heard or understood, but with my help he struggled to get up. I had him under one arm, using all my strength to heft him up. His muscles flexed beneath my grip, telling me my first assessment of him had been right. He was definitely a well-defined, built individual. As we got him to stand, he almost collapsed back into the snow, but he fell heavily on me and somehow I didn’t buckle beneath his weight.

  I caught the barest glimpse of his eyes. I was right; they were absolutely beautiful.

  “C’mon, honey,” I told him in a soothing voice, trying to coax him into moving. “My car’s just up the bank. The heater’s on.”

  I felt him shiver beneath me, probably in response to the heater, and I hoped it was enough motivation to get him moving. Still leaning heavily on me, we hobbled together to my still running car, the dim interior lights a warm invitation.

  He wheezed and coughed beneath me, shivering and moving numbly, but he was definitely alive. By some miracle, we made it to my car. I fumbled with the door to the passenger seat, my fingers too numb to get a decent grip. Finally, I managed to get the door unlatched just before he collapsed from exhaustion and cold. I lea
ned over and he fell from me, landing heavily in the seat. His eyes were closed again and if it weren’t for his breathing, I’d think he was dead. His skin was pale and his lips were tinged with blue. Definitely not a good sign.

  Maybe it’s just the bruising, I thought, though I doubted it.

  I pushed his legs inside and made sure he was tucked up before closing the door. I’d have laid him out across the back seat, which would have been more comfortable, but the heater barely heated the front of the car and there was that damn half-open window in the back. The front seemed like a safer bet. Quickly, I ran around to the driver’s side and jerked my own door open. I slipped inside and closed the door, hoping I could get the cab warm enough at least to do something for the poor man beside me. I maneuvered his seat so he was leaning back slightly, buckled his seatbelt, then grabbed as many blankets and old sweatshirts as I could dig out of my meager belongings I’d dragged with me towards Iowa. I dumped them on him in the hopes that maybe they would help warm him up.

  I realized I still hadn’t gotten any cell signal, but what could I do? I couldn’t leave him and my car wasn’t warm enough to even try to wait out the storm. I was going to have to drive, and I vowed I would take the first turn off I found in the hopes that it might lead me to somewhere with a hotel and some heat.

  “Hold on there, honey,” I said, my own teeth chattering, the heater helping take off a little of the edge. “I’ll get you someplace warm. You just hold on.”

  He didn’t say anything or even acknowledge my existence.