Title: Point of Return (Nordic Lords #1)
Author: Stacey Lynn
Release Date: April 22, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
Deceit.
Destruction.
Death.
Olivia Masters grew up familiar with all of them. The daughter of the President of the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, Olivia always knew she wanted nothing to do with any of it. Her plans were made to leave the town she grew up in as soon as she and her boyfriend, Daemon Knight, turned eighteen.
But then Olivia was shot. Her mother killed in front of her. Fleeing became her reality.
Forced to return to her hometown of Jasper Bay five years later, events beyond Olivia’s control put her directly back into the life she swore she’d never return to.
Her dad wants her back in the family. Daemon wants her in his bed.
But just as Olivia begins to accept her destiny, history finds a way to repeat itself.
This time, will Olivia be strong enough to fight for the family she once turned her back on? Or will she once again flee from the only life that has ever felt like home?
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“Good evening, Olivia, I’m Doc.” He was older, maybe
in his fifties like my dad. But his eyes held a tenderness even though I knew
he held a bucket of secrets in them at what he had seen. If he was a doctor for
The Black Death, there was no way of telling the things he knew. His graying
hair was pulled back into a low ponytail at the base of his neck and I saw a
variation of a club’s tattoo on his neck. The letters “BD” prominently
displayed with an arrow woven through them. He wasn’t just a doctor. He was a
member. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Heard a lot about the Prez’s daughter
over the years.”
My shoulders tightened at hearing about my dad.
I said nothing as I watched him carefully.
Beneath me, Daemon’s arm tightened and then let
me go. “He has to check you out, Liv.”
I bristled at the nickname only he had ever been
allowed to call me. Liv. Live. The one thing I had never truly done.
I nodded and shifted on the bed as the covers
were moved and then adjusted over my lap. I closed my eyes but gripped Daemon’s
hand with mine.
My head turned to the side, away from both of
them as the pain caused tears to flow down my cheeks again. At least I didn’t
throw up again.
A few minutes later, the blankets shifted again
and the weight on the bed told me Doc was done. His warm hand rested on my
thigh and I turned my eyes back to him.
“You’re a brave girl. I can’t see anything
that’s wrong, but I’m going to give you a shot of Pitocin. It will make your
muscles contract and stop the hemorrhaging.”
“No shots.” I hated the idea. I hated needles.
Ironic that I worked in a tattoo parlor, I knew that.
He just nodded and Daemon’s hand gripped mine
tighter. “It will only hurt for a second.”
And then a searing pain shot through my thigh.
It happened right after the warning and I wasn’t given
the time to prepare. I also wasn’t given the time to tense up.
“Ahhhh!” I cried out in pain and squeezed
Daemon’s hand so tightly I was certain I could break his bones. He said
nothing, but I noticed he was grinding his teeth together. And then the pain
and the needle were both gone.
Doc gazed at me with sorrowful eyes. “Sometimes
it helps to not know exactly what’s coming. Sorry for scaring you.”
I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut to
prevent more tears from falling. I had cried enough in the last ten hours to
last a lifetime. Probably more than I’d cried in my lifetime.
“You shouldn’t be alone for the next twelve
hours at least.”
“I’ll stay with her.”
I glared at Daemon. Maybe I was thankful he came
to help, but I resented him so easily ingratiating himself into my life. “No.
You won’t.” I turned to Doc. “I’ll be fine.”
He wrote his cell number on a card and dropped
it in my lap. “Call me if you need me.” He nodded at Daemon and then he was
gone as quietly as he came.
“Your dad will put me to ground if I don’t stay.
I’m not leaving you alone again.” He shoved his hands through his hair,
dislodging his ponytail. I watched his hair fall and frame his face, almost
brushing my forehead he stared at me so closely. “Shit. I never should have left
before. I knew that prick wouldn’t take care of you the right way.”
I sat up and pushed him away. I ignored the pain
in my abdomen and the dull ache in my thigh from the needle. “Shut up. You
don’t get to say that shit about Travis. He’s always been there for me.” Like
you weren’t. I let the last of my thought linger silently between us.
A muscle in his jaw clenched. “You don’t know
shit about what happened. And I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay.”
“Of course,” I replied smugly. “Heaven forbid
the son my dad never had walk away from the daughter he never wanted.”
His lips pressed into a line so thin they
disappeared. I watched his chest heaving deep breaths. He exhaled forcefully,
and I smelled his breathe. Booze and smoke mixed with….sex.
I gagged. “Get your pussy breath away from me.”
“Jealous?” An eyebrow rose.
Absolutely not. The lie twisted in my stomach. I
knew the familiar fire in me that once told me he belonged to me and only me
and I’d kick any girl’s ass who looked at him the wrong way. Growing up in the
Black Death, everyone learned to fight; even the girls. “Disgusted,” I sneered
and rolled away from him. “There’s an extra tooth brush in the bathroom
cupboard. Use it and you can sleep on the couch.”
“I’ll use the brush,” he spoke softly and rose
from the bed. “But I’m not sleeping on that couch.”
“Then go home.”
“Liv,” he scolded in that demanding and
confident voice he hadn’t possessed when we were younger. I turned my head
slowly, unable to ignore him. “I’m not leaving. I’m going to brush my teeth,
climb into your bed, and take care of you the way a man should. Just because
you’ve been with that prick for so long, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know what
it’s like to have a real man around.”
“And you’re going to teach me, I take it.”
“I’ll teach you everything you want to know.” He
smiled seductively.
“Fuck off.”
“We can do that, too,” he muttered under his
breath as he walked toward the bathroom.
I ignored it.
I also ignored him when he climbed back into my
bed in only his boxer briefs and pulled me to his chest.
Then I ignored the way my heart skipped a beat
at the feel of his arms wrapped around me and his warm, fresh minty breath on
my neck, and the way the scruff of his cheek tickled my sensitive neck skin.
I hated him. I hated his life and everything he
stood for. I hated the way he left me, feeling used and tossed aside for the
promises made by my lying asshole of my father.
Mostly, I hated that my heart clearly didn’t
think the same things as my head. Wrapped in Daemon’s arms felt too
comfortable, too much like the safety of home I hadn’t had in years.
So I ignored all that too and closed my eyes.
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