by Joanna Blake
Table of Contents
Prologue
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 One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Wanted By The Devil
Joanna Blake
Contents
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Wanted By The Devil
Foreword
Prologue
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
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Hunter
About This Book
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Six Months Later
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Cuffed
Cockpit
Go Long
Grind
Bro’
A Bad Boy For Summer
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Wanted By The Devil
I’ve waited years for her to grow up. Now it’s time. I won’t be gentle and I won’t be kind. I’m taking what is mine.
Kaylie
Wherever I went, I heard it: the sound of a purring motorcycle behind me. They never bothered me or said a word. But I knew they were there because of him. Devlin McRae, the head of the local MC.
Being followed all the time like this was disconcerting. And lately, the bikes had been getting closer, less secretive, more obvious. What would I do if Devlin ever caught me?
Devlin
The first time I saw her she was too young.
I had to wait. I hated it, but I’d promised her mother I would wait for her to grow up. The sweet little waitress from Mae’s diner was going to be mine.
She just didn’t know it yet.
This is a brand new second edition of the first book I ever wrote Wanted By The Devil! It has been expanded and rewritten, with a gorgeous new cover! I am so excited for you to read it.
Xo,
Joanna
Foreword
This book was previously released under the same title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.
I have included the short story Hunter as a bonus at the back!
Enjoy!
Xoxox,
Joanna
Prologue
Devlin sat at the bar at the clubhouse. It was a typical Tuesday night at the Spawn's headquarters. As usual, there were a couple of sweetbutts giving him the eye. He pulled on his beer.
He wasn't taking them up on their unspoken offer tonight. He hadn’t in a while, especially now that the time was getting close. The girls were accommodating to be sure, especially to the MC Club President. He knew it didn't hurt that he was tall and muscular with boyish good looks.
Fuck man, he was beating women off with a stick on a daily basis. Had been for years. He ignored them for the most part, only giving them the nod when he was pent up. And it had been months now.
He’d just come from the diner. He was always riled up when he came from there. He was horny as hell.
Because of her.
Kaylie. The sweet little waitress who worked at Mae's. He went in at least twice a week. And twice a week, he came out frustrated. It was getting worse too, the older she got. The girl was ripe for the plucking- almost.
He'd been waiting almost two years already.
Waiting for her to grow up.
She was eighteen now at least but still in high school. There was no way he could approach her. Not if he wanted something that could last. Damn if he didn't already think of her as his old lady.
So he couldn't touch her. Not yet. He eyed the girls preening for his benefit nearby. There were two, a blond and a brunette. There was no way in hell he was touching the club skanks.
He was about to send them away when he saw trouble walk in. It was his ex, Dani. She was always creating some sort of drama. He cursed under his breath and called Donnie over from behind the bar.
"Yeah man what's up?"
Dev jerked his head toward the door.
"Oh shit. Her again? Want me to get rid of her?"
Dev just shook his head. As family of a club member, she had a right to be there. Within limits. And Dani was always testing limits.
"Give me a shot. I'm going to make a point."
“You taking what they are offering?”
“No. But Dani doesn’t need to know that.”
He gave the signal to the two sweetbutts and they came over to him, each sliding an arm around his shoulders. He tossed back the shot and glanced over his shoulder at Dani. She was scowling, not liking seeing him with two girls. Hell, she didn't seem to like seeing him with anyone.
That was her problem.
They had dated so long ago, and only for a couple of months. She was a nice enough looking woman, but he had only kept it going out of respect for her sister's husband, Bruce. He was a good guy and a rock solid club member.
Dev had already nailed her when he realized that she wasn't just a hanger on. He'd had to pay her the proper respect. But that's the only reason he didn't treat her li
ke a club skank.
God knows she acted like one.
One of the girls whispered in his ear, asking him if he wanted to do them together. He nodded, deciding to play along until they were in private. He would tell them to take a hike soon.
As long as Dani thought he was otherwise occupied, she would leave. He could use some peace and quiet anyway.
Dev stood and the girls followed him out of the barroom. They went into the back of the clubhouse and up the stairs were that led to his private crib. It was just a bedroom and a bathroom but as Club President it was his and his alone. There were other rooms for the rest of the club to crash but this was his own personal space.
“Give it five minutes, then you can go.”
“You don’t want to party?”
“No. It’s too soon.”
“Soon till what?”
“Too soon till I get what I really want.”
The girls shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed, playing with their phones until he told them they could go. He pulled deeply on his beer and grabbed another one from the small fridge in the corner. He was beat and didn’t want to take the chance Dani was still down there.
The only way to get rid of her was to be with someone else. And soon, that was not going to be an issue.
Pretty soon, it would be official.
He was about to be a one woman man.
Chapter 1
Kaylie
Someone was following her. Again.
It was a perfect day. A warm, early summer day in the middle of June. The sun was shining, the birds were singing.
And she was being followed.
She felt like a deer being stalked by a wolf in the woods. She knew they weren’t there to hurt her. But she didn’t understand why they were stalking her if they weren’t going to pounce.
Kaylie picked up the pace and hurried down the hill toward North Avenue. She had just been to school to collect her diploma. She had missed the ceremony but she’d formally graduated.
Now she was carrying the pretty blue folder home, along with the contents of her locker. She'd missed the last few weeks of high school due to mono but her grades had carried her through.
Mono. What a joke. They called it the kissing disease.
As if anyone ever kissed her.
The boys in her school had never even tried in years. All around her people were partnering off and hooking up. But she was alone, with only her mom and a few friends to keep her company.
It wasn't like she was unattractive. Kaylie knew she was cute. Hot even. With long dark hair and big brown eyes, she knew she had a pretty face.
Her body was curvy too. It made her look older in a way that belied her innocence. And she was innocent.
Painfully so.
Halfway through her Sophomore year, all the boys in school had abruptly left her alone. They didn't just stop flirting with her or trying to get her to go out with them. They started avoiding her gaze, even ignoring her.
It was like they were pretending that she didn't exist.
The entire male population of her high school flat out ghosted her. Overnight.
It was weird.
That was around the same time she'd started noticing the bikes. Wherever she went, whatever time of day, it seemed like there was always a bike behind her. Not just a bike, either.
A bike.
It wasn't so crazy to see hogs around. She did live in California, and everyone knew the Riders ran the town. But still. It was weird.
It had all started when she was working the counter at Mae's, the old school diner that most people still called ‘the soda shop.’ She'd worked there since the age of fourteen when her mother had insisted she get a job. Her mom had been true to her word, helping Kaylie save her money for school and making sure the bare necessities were met.
But it wasn’t really enough. It never was. Even with the baby sitting jobs Kaylie took when she wasn’t on the schedule. Even with her mom working two jobs.
There they were, both of them working their tails off. They had what they needed. But Kaylie couldn’t afford to wear all the cute outfits that some of the girls at school wore. It hadn't stopped guys from asking her out, not until Sophomore year anyway.
She'd never let any of them get past first base though. She’d been too shy and too young. Plus none of the scrawny teenage boys she went to school with had been tempting.
And now, nada.
What was even the point anyway? She hadn’t noticed even one boy since she’d laid eyes on the gorgeous biker with the blue eyes. Not even on TV or magazines.
None of them were him.
Devlin McRae.
It had taken some doing, but she'd found out his name. He was a regular at Mae’s, but apparently only when she was working. In fact, he came in every time she worked a shift. She knew because Jeffrey, the short order cook, had told her.
She felt a shiver go down her spine at the memory. The moment she’d realized he was coming to see her.
The mysterious, ridiculously good looking guy with tousled dark blond hair and green eyes. He filled out his worn in jeans perfectly, not to mention the black leather jacket. He looked rough, like he had a past, but he was always polite and left her absurdly large tips.
Huge tips. Sometimes well over 200%. The guy tipped twenty bucks on an eight dollar ice cream sundae. Every single time.
In fact, his tips alone probably made up at least a third of her entire college fund.
Oh yeah, he was a mystery, alright.
Devlin looked like a bad boy and tipped like a billionaire. Plus those eyes of his seemed to stare right through her.
Of course she’d wanted to find out everything she could about him. What girl wouldn’t? But she hadn’t liked what she heard.
First, he was older. A lot older. He was in his mid twenties and she was just a teen. Then there was the whole ‘outlaw biker’ thing.
No one had wanted to talk about him at first. Getting his name had been hard enough, but finding out that he was the President to the local MC club had taken even longer.
Devlin was a rebel, riding the edge of the law. Way beyond being just a bad boy. He might as well be on the moon for all intents and purposes. He was most likely a criminal and definitely the leader of a bunch of criminals and soon to be criminals.
Off limits to someone like her certainly. Her mother would never approve. Kaylie wasn’t so sure she herself even approved, and that was while she sighed dreamily over his brooding eyes.
Devlin was dangerous.
But, oh so tempting. He was fun to daydream about. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t put on extra lip gloss when she heard the rumble of his bike outside Mae’s.
Right after she first waited on Devlin was when she started noticing the bikes. It never felt threatening. It always felt more like they were… escorting her. Not that that made a lot of sense either.
They didn't stare or cat call. One guy with long curly hair nodded at her now and then. That was it. They were just… there.
She turned around and saw the dark haired guy who was often behind her. As soon as she turned the corner to her block, he was gone. Well, not gone, but waiting politely around the corner. Kaylie lived on a cul de sac so it's not like she could get past him.
Not unless someone hid her in the trunk of their car.
She almost laughed. The whole situation was bizarre. It's not like she could call the cops on them. 'Um, yeah officer? There's this guy-well it's not always the same guy- but anyway it seems like there's always a biker half a block behind me. No, they don't actually do anything…'
Yeah, that would go over great.
And for some reason, she didn’t want to get her escort in trouble.
She wasn't sure she even wanted to call the cops. Not if the crazy thought she'd been having was… true. The crazy thought she hadn't even admitted to herself or the two girlfriends who had noticed the bike.
The crazy idea that just felt like it must be t
rue.
In her deepest heart she knew she was right. That they were keeping an eye on her.
Because Devlin told them to.
Not that he'd ever asked her out or said anything remotely flirtatious to her. But the way he looked at her whenever he came into Mae's… she'd caught him watching her a few times and had eventually learned not to flinch from the heat coming off the man.
He was smoldering. For her.
Kaylie ran to her house and got dressed for work. She had a shift tonight and as usual, they needed the money. Especially now.
She was attending state school starting in the fall. She could commute from here but ideally she'd be able to get an apartment on her own closer to campus.
School itself was expensive. Never mind books and bus fare back and forth every day. Besides, once school started she wouldn't be able to work as many shifts at Mae’s.
She knew she’d miss it. Mostly because of Mae, of course. But if she was honest with herself she'd mostly miss bumping into him.
I wonder if they'll follow me onto campus?
She giggled at the thought of bikers sneaking into her lecture hall and slipped into her pink rayon uniform. Mae's was old school. She didn't mind though. The retro waitress uniform did look pretty cute on her.
She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and smiled.
At least she knew she’d get to see him tonight.
Chapter 2
Kaylie
She poured another cup of coffee for the trucker at the end of the counter. It was already past the end of her shift, nearly 11 o'clock. The whole place would be shut down already if they didn't have one last customer.
Charlie, one of the line cooks, was already shut down for the night and only waiting for her out of courtesy.
Kaylie sighed and leaned her face in the palm of her hand. She thought about drinking some coffee herself but she knew she'd be up half the night if she did. She nursed the chocolate milkshake she'd made for herself earlier instead.
Everything was already wiped down. She was tired. She wanted to go home.
