Hex’s Hell by K.L. Barstow
Thanks to my mother and one of my so-called brothers, I’m in hell. The two conspired to ‘rescue’ the daughter of our current enemy. To ‘save’ her from whatever fate he had in store for her. But here’s the thing, she isn’t happy and she sure as hell isn’t grateful. Don’t get me wrong, she’s nothing short of gorgeous, at least what I can see of her when I’m not ducking out of the way of flying objects. I could fall for her, if one of us doesn’t kill the other first.
Men suck. Why do men think they have the right to control our lives? First my father. Who pays for my education, giving me the false hope that I’m in control of my destiny. Right before he rips it all away as he promises me to one of his business partners. Just when I think my future is no longer my own, a mountain of a man kidnaps me and dumps me into the lap of yet another man who wants to keep me captive. When will men learn? I guess it’s up to me to show Hex just what kind of hell I can create.
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For as long as I can remember, reading has been my favorite hobby. I always carried a book with me wherever I went. As I went through school, I often dreamed of being an author, writing my own stories, and seeing my name on the spines of books I saw in the library and bookstores. But, I felt I lacked the experience of being a brilliant author, so I put my dream aside, went to college, and started a career. But I never forgot my dream. I’d wake up early and write, then write in the evenings and on the weekends. I finally wrote and published my first book in my favorite genre. While I got a few sales, the buyers were mostly family and friends, then silence. I struggled to write the second book, published it, and saw my dream die as book sales trickled in and dried up.
As my hopes of becoming a successful author crashed and burned, so did my career. The sale of our company led to a round of layoffs. After twenty-some years as a software development manager, I was suddenly unemployed. I was lucky enough to have a nice severance package, but I knew I’d have a difficult time finding another job. I was looking at fifty and the thought of going to work at another stressful and unfulfilling job had me reluctant to search. So instead, I turned to email marketing and found a small amount of success, but I never forgot my dream.
Determined to achieve my goal of being a published author, I did some research. I knew romance was a popular genre. I’d never read romance novels, preferring mysteries, but I plunged in and read books from several sub-genres before discovering romantic suspense. Not only did the stories grab me and pull me into their world, but especially the books highlighting motorcycle clubs. The ideas started flowing. I had found my inspiration! Which was ironic because of my past.
In high school, someone I cared about slammed into a telephone pole while riding a motorcycle. He died on my birthday. From that point on, I hated motorcycles. I swore I would never date someone who rode one, or let my future kids ride them. I was very much anti-motorcycle, with no interest in changing my mind, ever. But reading books set within MC clubs changed everything. Seeing these men living their lives by their rules captivated me. I found in them kindred spirits. Men and women who want more out of life. Those who found freedom on a motorcycle and with the family they built. Their lifestyle piqued my interest and suddenly I had an entire club of members clamoring to be heard.