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BEGGAR (A Full description)

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A SUSPENSEFUL ROMANTIC THRILLER ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN NAMED BEGGAR

I was on the streets, until I wasn’t. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.

His name was Zero.

He wasn’t just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.

Meet the girl-

Beggar:-

I’ve never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington has been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile.

Now meet

Zero:-

I know I should let it rest, but I can’t drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it’s important.

I’m the enforcer. If there’s even a thread that she’s a danger to my club I need to know.

When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of a Satan Sniper. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted.

She gets more than she ever hoped to. A mans heart. But with secrets from her past and the man in question set of uncovering the dark that’s plagued her. Will she learn that the enforcer of the Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything. Even the reason she calls herself Beggar.

“When I was younger I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older I remained a beggar by choice.” Beggar

BEGGAR IS A FULL LENGTH NOVEL AND THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SATAN SNIPER’S MOTORCYCLE CLUB SERIES.

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School me p3 (page 31)

Lizzy

I listen to mason talk about his life. I can’t help but think of my dad, would he like Mason.

When I was younger my dad and I used to sit by a fire and talk about the uncomfortable topic of boys, now he is dead.

Someone killed my dad.

Somebody hurt him and I know my now dead aunt knew something about it.

My mother knows I am right yet she still insists that I am wrong.

Mason stares at me from his vantage point.

I say nothing, there’s nothing really to say.

Today marked a month since I’ve have stepped foot in Liston Hills.

Some people call it The Billionaire’s nest, the town for the rich and all their secrets.

Now it’s not just for the rich, but a town for the killers.

A week ago I couldn’t wait to leave Liston Hills.

The place reminded me of a Stepfords paradise, false, pretentious and full of people who thought they were made of titanium.

Look at me now, sitting in Mason Bray’s house, on his carpet while I wait for Dexter Kent to get here.

Two guys from the most wealthiest families in this place and the world.

The thought makes me laugh, I am the lazy girl from New York City whose father wasn’t born with millions but had to work his ass off to pay the bills and still got kicked up it with a bullet to his head, Bang Bang.

Yet, here I am, slowly worming my way into their lives.

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Kylie Bray 

I know I said it then, but when I look back on that day when they laid Reno’s soulless body to rest, I think of how empty those promises were.

I think of how stupid and naive I was to just believe that I could starve myself from that craving of such a poisonous drug like Vincent.

I tried don’t get me wrong, but trying and achieving is completely different words.

I can’t say whether it was just me that made the decisions that turned my life, because on one side it’s said that we are our decisions, we make them, we live by them, and I have, but looking back on my time I always wondered whether those decisions really were my own.
Papa once told me that sometimes our choices were intertwined with other peoples actions, we just couldn’t help but go with the flow hoping to be breathing in the end.

Like a natural path of life. I don’t know what to say to that.

Do I regret it now, no, I would have done it all again, the hurt, pain, loss, anger, I would’ve done every fucking thing again.

It was my heart that chose Vincent Stone how could I not.

Kylie Bray will be out on January 23rd 😊

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School me p3 (page 10)

Sabastian


“Yeah, somehow I don’t see that happening. So back to Dainy, what do you need me to do man?”


“Find out who is this guy, he’s definitely one of Gina’s people. She probably double crossed the man, he retaliated, now we on to him so now he’s running scared ,making idle threats. But idle or not I need eyes on Dainy for a while, can’t ask Kevin, heard the club is out for Beggar, was thinking about one of the local bikers? Diamonds people, think you can sort it out? Send me the bill, I wanna pay this one under the table.” 

I get up at this point, I have a meeting to attend before I make my way to the evening function


“Don’t worry about it.” He says putting his emptied glass on the small oval table not too far from where he is standing. I nod in acknowledgment and that is that. 


I stand here with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of this empty cabin and watch Kent leave. 

All this while my mind firmly on Dainy. My little Vixen. 


Tonight would have been the ideal night to take her back, maybe play a bit with her. But circumstances prevent it from happening. 

When my father mentioned the party he also mentioned an old flame I met in Prague. 

The girl was wild, and crazy but a huge investor in one of our charities. Sometimes even billionaires had to play nice. 

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Posted in Author Shan R.K, Satan Snipers MC, Uncategorized

River’s Keeper News

I have contemplated different ways to tell you this.

And you know what ? I’m just going to tell you guys the honest truth.

The wrong file was uploaded in the Amazon book and unfortunately Amazon is unable to make changes to this and upload the correct file.

Now many of you guys, well most of you know that I write because I love to write. I don’t give you my words for the money. I do it so at least one of you can smile. Even if it is just for an hour or two. I give you words because that is what i got. My stories are a way to let you in. You reading my books are letting me in. Words are a beauty that you can not hold, it travels deep within you. We translate it as we choose. They are mans greatest accomplishment.

The last three chapters which is a lot of words, is short. So I am going to un-publish River’s Keeper now. Upload the correct copy and have it published by tomorrow. As it should be.

So all of you guys and there is a lot of people who have pre-ordered a copy of River’s keeper will get your pre-order back.

And you may re purchase the correct version tomorrow.

I am truly sorry for all of this and while most people would say blame Amazon I am not most people.

A life spent making mistakes is not only honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing … By George Bernard Shaw

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To school my subscribers

So i got the emails and all you guys “WTF” messages. Thank you. I really do love you guys.

I will continue the blog from tomorrow. Don’t stress. Whoever hasn’t received replies i will get back to you guys as soon as i can.

Right now however I’m listening to two huge dogs snore and I’m finishing up on the editing of River’s Keeper. I have started with another book and no it isn’t Zero. I Will let you know about that sooner.

The newsletter will be out before month end as well as answers to your questions.

Take care , live free and remember that no one can let you fall but yourself.

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River’s Keeper (A sneak peak)

Prelude 
Growing up life was good, simple. I took it for granted.

Why not right? I had a stay at home mom, and two older brothers. I was the baby and my family treated me as such.

My dad was an electrician for a machine repair company only 10 miles from Laurelhurst, our suburban home stay. We were never rich but we never hurt for cash either. I never wore thrift store clothing, I never had to eat the same food two days in a row, overall life was good. I know it now, but then I didn’t have a clue. Then, life was normal, I never knew things any other way. I was young like that.

I attended public school like most kids did in Laurelhurst, graduated top of my class and was the first in my family to get accepted to Harvard University. Yes, I was going to do my first year pre-med. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I was ambitious, filled with goals and dreams.

It’s amazing how life seems to be going so great, those sleepless nights finally paying off. Because I can tell you, that when you’re flying high you feel invincible. I did, and it was the best feeling I ever had.

My brothers attended Washington State, not far from home. Ridge finished his degree in accounting, and Freddy was already a working electrical engineer for a local company. Both my brothers married young. Freddy divorced Celeste a year after they’d tied the knot. He kept insisting she was insane and mom agreed. Freddy had never been happier than the day he signed those papers.

My eldest brother Ridge was six years into his marriage and a proud father of twin girls, Alison and Stacy. With a wife that practically took out his socks when he got home from work, Ridge felt like he was king.

He hardly ever came home but mom and dad didn’t really mind. They believed that no news meant good news. I think they were just tired of having such a noisy house and wanted the peace. My parents liked their quiet time.

And me? I was a soon to be student of Harvard. Life was looking up for me, and with my parents who actually considered this and my two brothers who were more than thrilled, I had enough money to pay for the books I needed. Which was the only thing my scholarship wasn’t covering.

The world felt touchable and mine for the taking. I was ready to spread my wings and leave my mark on my country. And before I knew it I was in New York City attending Harvard University.

The first year went on by faster than I thought. I didn’t make it home until Christmas. My short breaks went on by studying for extra credits and working at the Sleeve, an upper class five star restaurant in New York City. I was too exhausted to do anything else. With no personal life, I was a nineteen year old Harvard student with no boyfriend and zero friends. I wasn’t refined enough for the rich kids, not smart enough for the geeks and not serious enough to hang with the other scholarship kids. It was unacceptable to just be me, I guess. Which was the main reason I got the job and focused on my studies.

I believed that if I kept my head on my goals the time would fly. The thing is I wasn’t paying attention to other stuff, my mind was focused on my work. That was my first mistake. My mom always told me that multi tasking was important, and looking back I should’ve listened, but I didn’t. Before I knew it I was on my second year and that was when I got sidetracked.

It was one of those days, where the wind was just wilder than the previous day’s. No certainty of what the day would bring. I always found the air much more cleaner and refreshing to smell on campus than the stuffy scent of Central New York city. I loved spending time on the grounds while I immersed my brain into the complexity of human anatomy. And that day was no different, a bit of wind didn’t deter me in the slightest.

I had two free periods before I had to attend a Chemistry class. I was wearing my signature Harvard outfit, which consisted of chino pants and a white button down shirt, completed with a pair of flat nude pumps.

My first day at Harvard I arrived in my normal clothes, a baggy black Levi jeans, black t-shirt paired off with Neon green and pink D&G sneakers. Around my head was my signature shocking blue headphones. I was there for all but ten minutes before I learnt that they didn’t like my loose jeans and tank tops I normally wore. If that wasn’t ‘message’ enough, the next day my bio professor kindly asked me to dress more ‘conservative’. She even let me out early so I could purchase some ‘serious clothing’. Now it was a year later and I barely recognized myself.

My maroon framed glasses was the only sign on my body that told people I actually liked color, but you didn’t hear me complaining. I had a plan, goals. I was going to be a kick ass Doctor. Never mind if I lost a little bit of myself along the way. Who the hell cared if I lost weight and became a shell of the person I was. So fucking what, if I was god damn miserable. I had goals damnit.

But let me tell you the thing about goals, they meant nothing, abso-fucking-lutely nothing if you weren’t paying attention to the obstacles, because there were always obstacles. Mine came in a six foot, two hundred pound male named Landon Bennet. He was gorgeous, perfect teeth, perfect hair and a laugh that had me making many mistakes in my life. I met him on my second day of my second year at Harvard.

When I think on how cliché it sounds, saying he was so perfect, so gorgeous, I think of how young and naïve I was back then. I think of how stupid I was. He was a junior partner at a law firm, six years older than me and my biology professor’s brother.

He charmed me within a week, took my virginity in a month and snatched my heart in three. I was a goner for a handsome face and a dazzling smile and in just a year I was Mrs Hannah Bennet.

In my third year of med school my days were spent on Campus and hospitals while my nights split into attending Galas or Charity events always ending under Landon. I failed my third year and Landon insisted that I didn’t need to work, that I should stay at home. Studying wasn’t important, I was a kept woman. And like the good wife I was I agreed.

That was the second mistake I made. I should’ve never left Harvard. My parents were devastated. And my brothers? they didn’t even talk to me. That was when I made my third mistake, I cut my family out. I forgot about them, ignored them and eventually they forgot about me too.

Looking back I think it was on the third year of our marriage that Landon changed. He wanted a son, I couldn’t give it to him. I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t fall pregnant. The doctors insisted I was fine, Landon was fine, we were both young fertile people. We had a great sex life, we never used protection, I couldn’t understand it. That should’ve been my first sign but remember I said I wasn’t paying attention. At this stage in my life I had one goal, pleasing my husband and that was having a baby.

Unfortunately my husband didn’t feel as pleased with me as I thought. I found this out on our fourth year of marriage, when a woman walked up to our door with a baby in her arms claiming it was Landon’s son. It was Landon’s son. My husband was cheating on me. Of course he blamed the entire thing on me. Accusing all of this on me, he said it was my fault because I couldn’t fall pregnant, I couldn’t give him a son.

After that day I stopped being the good wife, I stopped caring for my husband. Because you see that day I had a secret of my own, I was pregnant.

I filed for divorce three weeks later. Landon didn’t contest it, he was too wrapped up being a new dad. And I was glad. If he knew I was carrying his kid I don’t think he would’ve let me go. Then again would he really have cared? He let me go without a fight the first time. I don’t think adding a baby after he already had one would’ve changed his mind.

So there I was, a pregnant twenty four year old divorced, Medschool drop out.

There was no place to stay, nothing to fall back on. Not like I could’ve gone home. I had burned those bridges for a man who couldn’t keep it in his pants and practically replaced me with an older woman. I had little to no money in my bank account because when I was getting married I didn’t stop to think about the anti-nuptial contract I signed because I was too naïve. And let’s just say Landon wasn’t feeling very generous after I destroyed his house. Technically I didn’t blame the guy, I did over do it. Throwing a piano out of his window was bound to piss him off. At the time that was the goal, now I was wishing I didn’t. Especially since I was going to have to tell him in nine months time that we actually made a baby together. I wasn’t a bad person. Any man no matter how much of an asshole he was, deserved to know his kid, well at least be given the chance. I was hoping Landon wouldn’t want that chance.

So pregnant, homeless, and six suitcases full of clothes, shoes and underwear that wouldn’t fit me in five months time, it was very light to say my options were limited. I didn’t know much about what I was going to do, but like always I had a plan, and this time I was finally paying attention. I was going to move to a small place, where nobody knew Landon Bennet, the famous Mercantile Attorney. I wanted a place where I could just live. Somewhere safe for my baby, cheap for my pocket and far from New York City.

A small town. The good thing about America was that we had that in spades. There were small towns everywhere. Less people, quiet places, perfect for me, safe for my baby.

Choosing a place was the easy part, but getting a job proved tricky. I travelled to Texas and stopped in town after town. I applied for different jobs and when I didn’t get it I moved on.

By the time I finally found my new home I had sold my jewelry, and pawned five pairs of jimmy choo shoes. I had around three hundred dollars in my bank account from living wisely and was eighteen weeks pregnant with my daughter, Jocelyn May Evans the second.

I was also the newest medical secretary for the Med life hospital in a small town called Kanla. My income would be good enough to rent a small apartment on the outer part of the residential area and support my baby. It was going to be tight, but we’d get by.

That was my goal. I was paying attention and thinking about the bigger picture. I was finally multi tasking, because I didn’t have choice. I, Hannah Evans was a single, pregnant woman in a new town.

It was scary starting a life on my own and then bringing a child into the mix. But pray and behold, after fifteen hours of labor pains and an emergency c-section later on July 15th Jocelyn May Evans the second was born.

I was a mother and for the first time in years I didn’t feel lost, I didn’t feel unwanted, I wasn’t alone anymore. I was a mother of a healthy baby girl. It was then that I decided that the only goal I would ever have was to be the best mother I could be and lord did I try.

Coming this August

River’s keeper – Available for Pre-Order now

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School me (previously)

Sabastian

“Son, you’re up early.”

I pour coffee into the empty cup next to mine at the sound of my fathers entry, “Yes, well Jace will be joining me shortly for an early game. It seemed important, he woke me up at two.”

My father’s bare feet walk the distance from the metal fridge to where I stand across the fifteen meter expanse of stainless steel and dark wood kitchen décor with his empty coffee cup in hand.

He takes the refill I’ve already poured from my outstretched hand and leans against the marble top table, “Any word from your sister?”

“She’s fine dad, she’ll be here before you get back tonite and so will I.”

He sips his coffee, a speculative agenda crosses his face, “How’s Dainy, haven’t seen her around here recently.”

I put my coffee cup down and slip my hands in my pocket, “I told you she’s with Reagan for now.”

He takes another gulp from his mug, “For now.”

I laugh silently as my dad walks toward the fridge again to prepare breakfast.

Two hours later, I got a putter in hand. Jace is standing next to me as I make my shot to sink in my first ball. The golf course is one of the many things the Stone’s and Delroy’s share since we are the only two houses in this place with over a thousand acres of land. Though people have rumored it to be more, it’s not.

We have one wall that goes around both our properties with four gates, two for the Stones and two for us. My dad and Hector are best friends. They are so close I wonder how the hell they managed to find time for each other if they both have empires to run let alone have kids. I mean Kids with an s, Hector Stone has six kids. Well seven if you count his step daughter, Kylie. I on the other hand just have my sister.

My ball sinks and I watch Jace set his. I shake my head when I see he’s wearing his leather sandals, “Where’s the shoes I got for you last week.”

Jace’s focus is on the ball, his knees bent. He’s about a half a meter from the hole.

“Michael swiped them last nite man. I’m going to need another pair. How about you just get for the others too.” He gets the ball in easy enough.

“He has a pair,” I shrug, “I sent them all one last week, even Ky got one.”

Jace stops, and though he’s playing it cool I know he’s pissed, but with a brother like Michael what are you going to do.

Michael probably lost his while he was having some major breakthrough. The guys a genius in true form and huge, like muscle football player huge. But I got those shoes custom made and it was Jace’s birthday gift. I bought the others a sports brand.

“I’ll order you another pair, you can keep it by my place.”

The Sun isn’t fully out since it’s 5.15 am on a Saturday morning, and I’m not fully awake either. But it’s nice playing golf after so long. We walk to the next hole as we’ve done since we were ten. We’ve never taken a caddy or a cart, it’s not the first time I wonder why the hell not.

 

“Hows the house looking?”

“Your room needs unpacking.” Jace decided a few days to move in with Connor and Myself.

The house I purchased across the road from Dainy is a three storey and six bedroom mansion. Nothing compared to what Jace and I are used to, but definitely something to talk about. We had a jacuzzi and sauna installed in the past few days and extra closet space. The alarm system and house functions was made entirely by Jace’s brother Michael so we know it’s safe and top quality.

The indoor pool had to be refurbished and the walls surrounding it was replaced by electronic tints.

“Have you heard from Dainy?”

My shorts vibrate, letting me know of the incoming call, but I ignore it.

“Haven’t seen Dainy since Tuesday, I would’ve thought she’ll come by, by now.”

Jace frowns, but I just focus straight ahead.

“She’s coming over to see Rae today, Aiden called, apparently he wants to get keep her away from Reagan, I don’t blame him. Reagan’s my cousin but I don’t agree with him dating Dainy.” Jace’s words isn’t news to me. Aiden hates Reagan more so after he beat him up.

I pull my golf bag harder than needed and ignore the hurt I feel that Dainy is actually sleeping with my friend.

Her eyes the other day when he was kissing her, told me that the best thing to do for now would be to let it play out. Reagan and Dainy wouldn’t last. I wish she could just figure it out sooner so I wouldn’t have to show her.

When will she come to me freely, will I always be chasing after Dainy.

I put my tee in the sand and pull the driver from my bag while Jace puts the ball on queue.

“Now that we got all that out of the way, what had you calling me at two in morning.” I ask as I swing my shot and look at the ball go.

“Kylie heard Kevin talking to David about some new girl they picked up in Washington last week. She calls herself Beggar.”

“You want me to call Kent and fill in the blanks.”

“Yeah, no P.I’s”

“You a few days too late, Dexter was already informed by my dad, David must’ve had the same idea, but I can get you a copy of the info once he gets it.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. How’s things in public.”

He snickers, “Mason got suspended, had to coin out a school bus to keep his dad from knowing.”

I chuckle and watch Jace set his ball up. My mind now on Dexter Kent who has been tailing Dainy for me this past year, he went as far as joining her squad. I have to give the guy points he has balls.

A few months back Dexter Kents dad died and he was recently elected sole owner of his dad’s company. So at just seventeen he is now a business owner and Delroy’s latest side man. His family has been indebted to mine for almost sixty years now. So whenever we need stuff done that isn’t a hundred percent legal we call The Kents. I gotta love my family.

My afternoon passes by in a rush of attending to the business. Getting the family crust and my share of the cash meant I inherited the piece of the company that came with it. The responsibilities were part of the package and like all Delroys I had to put in my thirty five hours a week.

I’ve just about done with the last contract signing when my phone chimes. The study I’m conducting my work in is one of the older down stated models. It’s a mess.

I pick up the phone from my study desk, “Talk.” I say.

“It’s Dainy, can we meet, it’s important.”

“When and where?”

“Our spot in twenty.” The call goes dead and I clutch the receiver in my hand. She called me, for what ever reason she called me. I stand up and walk toward the coat rack. I slip my jacket on and switch the light off. As I open the door I button up my suit. My father is in the hallway on his phone. When he sees my expression he stops and arches his brow.

“Where are you off to son?”

“Securing my future.” I walk past him and don’t stop even when he asks, “Are you sure son.”

I’ve never been so certain in my life. Dainy Hallow just called me and all bets are off. She’s mine now and she’s about to learn her first lesson. Once a Delroy’s girl always a Delroy’s girl.