Why does forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest?
A filthy biker with a reputation for using his fists first and asking questions later, Victor “Viking” Kennedy wasn’t under the illusion that his marriage to Bonnie Dubois had the makings of a grand love affair. She was a prima ballerina—a snobby bitch who knew she was sex-on-legs. She was also ripe for a walk on the wild side with him.
Their understanding was mutual. A year-long fling that kept them both satisfied until she headed overseas to pursue her dancing career. It was good while it lasted. The perfect arrangement that took a wrong turn and ended with a surprise pregnancy followed by a shotgun wedding.
Nowadays, they’re just two parents doing their best to raise their son right. And, it was working until his VP’s teenage daughter sashayed her way into his life and turned everything on its head.
An indiscretion punishable by death.
So why can’t Viking find a way to halt their growing connection?
Viking is the second book in the highly anticipated spin off series to the International Bestselling Black Shamrocks MC series by Kylie Hillman. This tale of forbidden love will confuse your head and confound your heart.
Available on January 31st, 2017.
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“Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.” ~C.S. Lewis (paraphrased)~
It’s been a defining trait of mine for as long as I can remember. Once you’re in my inner circle, that’s it—I’ll have your back for life. It was the unwavering loyalty that the Black Shamrocks MC demanded in return for their patch that drew me toward prospecting when the invitation was extended. While my best friends were attracted by the notion of being a bad-ass on a bike, I wasn’t under any illusions that the outlaw life was all it’s cracked up to be. For my family, it’s been a bit of a letdown.
Paddy is being groomed to be the next President.
Cole is a shoo-in for Sergeant-At-Arms when his dad steps down.
Brian has his eye on the VP’s patch that currently resides on his father’s cut.
Then, there’s me. Son of the Road Captain slash Secretary. Between holding the lowest leadership position in the MC and the divorce from my mother that was caused in its entirety by his inability to keep his dick in his pants, my dad doesn’t inspire all that much belief in the benefits of living the outlaw dream. If anything, he’s a cautionary tale.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I want this. I just don’t want it for the same reasons as the others. My best friends have real motives—wholesome purposes for sewing on that patch. I simply want to generate fear and favour in the hearts of everyone I encounter.
Bonnie Dubois was the perfect fuck you to society. I was taking one of their pretty girls and sullying her with my biker filth. Although, she wasn’t exactly complaining about it. The girl likes getting dirty and she’s loyal to a fault.
Perfect for me, at this point in my life.
I truly like her.
I respect her big mouth and her honest ambition.
We had a plan.
One year of fun and fucking before she goes to France.
Pity the universe had different intentions. Life had chosen to throw a big fucking spanner in the works and make every belief I had in my integrity fly out the window. Apparently, honourable intentions only go so far when forbidden fruit is involved.
Maybe a stronger man could have resisted?
Maybe, maybe not. I had the threat of death hanging over my head and still couldn’t resist her siren’s call. The only thing I knew was that life had taken my plans and fucked me up the ass with one harsh lesson.
When the heart finds its perfect match, loyalty takes a back seat.