living life in the spotlight, a place she always dreamed of. Stripping was a
way of escaping from her past, and it was something she was well-known for.
But, Red’s fight to remain queen isn’t the only battle she’s facing. And when
the war against her addiction is won, it’s not in her favor.
three to five years in a federal penitentiary, Red feels like her life is over.
But, just like he always does, Luke Carmical, her childhood best friend, comes
to the rescue. Only this time, he’s brought Devil’s Renegades Regg with him.
Having no other option, Red is forced to spend the next ninety days in a place
she’s never been and in the care of a man she hardly knows.
three months of her life on a secluded farm turns out to be a lot more than Red
bargained for. Because, it’s there that Regg stands by her side through endless
hours of withdrawal, constant mood swings and restless pacing. It’s there that
the MC family reminds her of their motto:love, loyalty and respect. And it’s there she learns that hitting rock bottom, doesn’t keep you
from falling…in love.
devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so
frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I
wouldn’t be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was
now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was
being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip
tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand.
way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no
longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the
tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to
her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the
way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my
touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I
knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my
property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because
they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her
pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was
now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back
nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was
preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If
Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would.
climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people
who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devil’s Renegades patch
would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his
woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was
losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my
heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and
it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would
much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill
somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt
Dallas’ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my
thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand.
into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears.
her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in
her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut
at what I knew was to come.
echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back
so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her.
safe. No one can hurt you anymore.” I had said the words so many times, but
each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened
up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely
visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that
it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no
different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a
die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing
slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern
every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink,
and since I couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldn’t go by
herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had
become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs
wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around
the kitchen to service her every need.
need for me sunk in.
and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong,
independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldn’t even take a piss on
her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die,
and the pleasure was gonna be all mine.
dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle
inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious
young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she
turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her writing and
her role as ol’ lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas,
was published in May of 2013. Saving Dallas Making the Cut, the sequel to
Saving Dallas, was published in September 2013 and she plans to release Saving
Dallas Forever, the final book in the Saving Dallas trilogy, in February 2014.Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband Reggie, two dogs Neo and Maggie and
a twenty pound cat named Cici.