Title: Consumed By Rage
Series: Stained Souls MC #1
Author: Zara Teleg
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Release Date: May 9, 2019
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Rage
As a member of the Stained Souls Motorcycle Club and MMAfighter, I was once a well-known and feared man in this town; now I amreturning a stranger. Being home reminds me of the losses that have turned mysoul dark and built my walls high. Until I met Juliet, the sexy yoga instructorwho has invaded my every thought. Her light shines so brightly, it is like abeacon calling to me, cutting through my darkness. But there is somethinghidden behind her eyes, and she’s got walls as tall and thick as mine.
Juliet
Four years ago, I had it all... until one night changedeverything. Now I am trapped in a prison of lies where my heart is locked awaywith my secrets. Rage has stirred things in me I thought I could never feelagain. He thinks he can get through. But I can’t give in... I mustn't... for hissake and mine. I won’t let the ghosts of my past hurt anyone else.
Can these two damaged souls resist the urge to be together?
Or will secrets and lies destroy them both?
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Prologue
Juliet
Freedom. It was something I had seldom thought about...untilfour years ago. I had taken for granted living life every day without lookingover my shoulder. Never feeling any real peace, a tiny part of me was always on
high alert. I feared that at any moment, I would be discovered. I had spent thepast four years trying to cope with intense, crippling anxiety, and everythingI had done was still no match against the nightmares that visited me often.
I thought fate would deal me a better hand. I believed I couldescape him. Now the effects of my mistakes had spread. I feared not only for mylife but also those of people I love who were put in danger because of me. Iwas no longer free. Now, at twenty-seven years old, my time had run out.
My eyes began to open. I blinked slowly, trying to get themto adjust to the darkness. I used my shoulder to wipe the dampness from myface. Blackness cloaked the room, making it impossible to see anything aroundme. The musty air blasting through the vent was frigid. My fingers and toeswere numb, making them hard to move. An intense headache competed with thethrobbing pain in my face. The tiniest bit of warmth against my back made meaware of the body next to mine. I tried opening my mouth; the tape that hadsealed it shut had been removed. My lips felt swollen, and I tasted dried bloodon them. I nudged the body next to mine. I hoped that it was Paige, that theyhadn’t separated us.
A soft whisper came from my cracked lips. “Paigey...” Icroaked her childhood nickname.
Nothing.
“Paige, please answer me,” panicking, I whispered louder,waiting for an answer.
A small groan escaped her as she moved just centimeters.“Ana...” a low voice struggled to whisper back.
I let out the breath I was holding, relieved that hers wasthe body next to mine. “Oh, Paige...” I leaned into her as close as I could, “I’mso sorry you got dragged into this.” My voice hitched and my eyes welled, butno tears came. Dehydration left nothing for my body to spare. We leaned intoeach other. The friction caused my broken body to ache. “I will find a way toget us out of here,” I promised her.
A door opened. It creaked loudly, breaking the silence.Light streamed down the staircase. It was dim yet blinding in the blackness ofthe basement. We both jumped and huddled our bodies even closer with our handstied behind our backs.
We stayed silent. The only sound came from the shoes thatclanked heavily down each step. The stairs moaned under the weight of the man.
A large shadow appeared, then the massive body that belonged to it. It washim—the monster. The man with all the scars. The slight limp in his step gavehim away.
He turned on a small flashlight and aimed it around,highlighting areas of the basement before finding us. The light so shockingwhen it hit me, I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the tremors rolling offPaige’s small body. God, please. Pleasesend someone to rescue us before it’s too late. I had pushed away everyonewho cared; now there might be no one left who could save us.
With my eyes still closed I listened to the clicking of hisfancy shoes on the damp concrete as they got closer and closer. I braced myselfas the large body loomed over us.
Rage
Six months earlier...
I tucked my head down further behind the shield as I pickedup the pace. My bike pushed forward faster, anxiety building in my chest as Ipassed the small road sign with the arrow: Sugar Maple 15 miles.
That little sign surged adrenaline through every part of mybody as I got closer to home. My bike sped through the warm night, covering thedistance as fast as possible. Miles of trees, bushes, and mountains wereblurred in my peripheral vision over the last five and a half hours until Ifinally crossed Georgia from Tennessee.
The sound of my pipes cutting through the night was all thatfilled my ears, the mountain air leaving a light mist on my partially exposedface. I tried to stretch my back. I felt tight everywhere from not stopping.When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up so I could leave this place. Afterfour long years of exile, I couldn’t get back fast enough.
It was Monday night—I was five days early. The idea ofsurprising my brothers in the Stained Souls MC came to me last night when Itossed and turned trying to sleep. Friday seemed too far away. At first light,I packed my shit and left behind everything that couldn’t fit on my bike. Iknew my club brothers weren’t expecting me until the weekend so they couldthrow me a huge homecoming bash. As much as that sounded great, I wanted some time
to reacquaint myself with my newly renovated hometown. Besides, I knew that theparty would leave me hungover for days, and that wasn’t how I wanted to startmy homecoming.
Last time I talked to Hawk, he said that the Stained Soulswere raking in cash with all the new people in town. The club owned severalbuildings on the main strip, so naturally, they had done pretty well with therenovations. I hadn’t decided, even with the influx of income, how I felt aboutreturning to a town full of strangers. I was once a well-known and feared manin this town. Now I would be the stranger. The thought had my stomach turning.
My forearms tightened as the needle pushed further towardone hundred on the desolate road. The blackness of night was the perfectbackdrop for the slideshow that was running in my head. All the people, places,and friends I left behind...the good times with my brothers and the bad timesthat destroyed my soul. I shouldn’t have wanted to go back. I should haveembraced my new life. But no matter how much darkness and anger Sugar Mapletriggered, it was still home.
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts. I focused on theapproaching glow of city lights that made the horizon over the mountain appearbright compared to the inky sky that surrounded it. The May heat and humiditycreated a haze blanketing the area.
I slowed my pace to almost a crawl just outside town. On thehillside, the moon illuminated the bright white chapel and gave it an eerieglow. It stood tall and menacing, overlooking the bridge into Sugar Maple. Itsangular windows, the way they looked down the hill to the town below, remindedme of angry, judging eyes.
I tried to keep my eyes forward, but the small graveyardpulled me to it. The decaying stones of the cemetery were almost as white asthe church. My eyes locked on a single headstone. I swallowed back the lumpthat formed in my throat. Every fucking time I entered or left town, I wasforced to pass the painful reminder of what life took from me. I had saidgoodbye to three people I loved standing under those tall maple trees, whichalways seemed to mock me.
Author Bio
Zara Teleg is an American romance author, entrepreneur, treehugger, yoga enthusiast, and coffee addict.
Zara has a wide variety of interests, which has led to manycreative ventures over the years, but none has fulfilled her true passion forreading and writing. In her debut novel, Consumed by Rage, Zara has finallymade into reality her dream of becoming a novelist, which has been thirty yearsin the making.
She fell in love with books when she received her firstSweet Valley High at age ten, and she has been a book addict ever since. Shestarted writing her first YA bad boy romance at age thirteen and has sincemoved on to alpha males, hot bikers, and sexy vampires.
Zara is a free spirit, who spends her days alternatingbetween writing and cooking. No one makes a better veggie burger! Her love ofanimals has influenced her plant-based lifestyle. From the time she could walkshe brought home every stray she came across, wanting to keep them all. Herfriends nicknamed her “Snow White” because she is slightly obsessed withfeeding every hungry wild animal in her neighborhood.
She can often be found outside, reading or writing a juicyromance while listening to loud music under fairy lights, surrounded by plants,crystals, and wind chimes. Zara lives with her husband of 23 years, theirteenage daughter, spoiled pit bull, and her very ornery cat. She spendsweekends laughing on the Chesapeake Bay with her extremely loud Italian family!She dreams of moving to a place where she can walk barefoot and be on apaddleboard with her pit bull all year long.
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