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Taken by the Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Neon Hawks MC)
Taken by the Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Neon Hawks MC)
Taken by the Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Neon Hawks MC)
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Given a choice between a soft sonata or a hard rock head-banging tune, Alicia Davenport never thought she'd pick the latter. But that was before she met Charlie Grieg.

Alicia Davenport's life has taken a sudden turn for the worse, her life dream to be a concert pianist is shattered by unexpected events in her life. Now she has taken a gig as a regular entertainer at a motorcycle clubhouse, the last place the classically trained pianist ever imagined herself to perform.

But life is determined to throw one challenge after another at Alicia and the biggest challenge of her life comes in the form of Charlie Grieg--the President elect of the Neon Hawks Motorcycle Club. In spite of his tattered leather and bawdy tattoos, Charlie is ever the gentleman to Alicia and she finds herself drawn to him. But there's something about Charlie, something that makes Alicia wonder just what other mysteries the handsome biker is keeping to himself.

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Release dateApr 9, 2018
ISBN9781386040033
Taken by the Devil: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Neon Hawks MC)

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    Taken by the Devil - CLARA WOOD

    Taken by the Devil: Neon Hawks MC

    By Clara Wood

    GIVEN A CHOICE BETWEEN a soft sonata or a hard rock head-banging tune, Alicia Davenport never thought she'd pick the latter. But that was before she met Charlie Grieg.

    Alicia Davenport's life has taken a sudden turn for the worse, her life dream to be a concert pianist is shattered by unexpected events in her life. Now she has taken a gig as a regular entertainer at a motorcycle clubhouse, the last place the classically trained pianist ever imagined herself to perform.

    But life is determined to throw one challenge after another at Alicia and the biggest challenge of her life comes in the form of Charlie Grieg—the President elect of the Neon Hawks Motorcycle Club. In spite of his tattered leather and bawdy tattoos, Charlie is ever the gentleman to Alicia and she finds herself drawn to him. But there's something about Charlie, something that makes Alicia wonder just what other mysteries the handsome biker is keeping to himself.

    We’re only on our first set and already that asshole Jack is pissing me off. When they’d arrived he’d made a scene about me playing with him and his band. That was bad enough, but for the last 45 minutes he’s taken every opportunity to slight me. I’m a professional so I hold my tongue, swallow my pride, and do my part. The Drillers aren’t a bad band for a bunch of amateurs, but they aren’t nearly as good as Jack seems to think they are.

    We’re going to close out our first set with one of our favorites, Jack announces to the small crowd that has pretty much ignored us all evening, I think y’all know this one. Looking at me, he adds loud enough for the mic to pick up, Try to keep up.

    I purse my lips in annoyance. Nobody belittles my talent unless they’re better than me. This asshole isn’t. We rip through Devil Went Down to Georgia and finish to a smattering of applause. The Drillers take their bows and begin to step down from the small stage for a break. I make no move to follow and keep my seat behind my digital piano. As soon as Jack, the last to leave the stage, steps down, I begin to stamp my foot, hard. I set up an upbeat tempo and launch into Orange Blossom Special. While originally written for violin, excuse me, fiddle, I take it and run with it. I layer in my own nuances and flourishes while pounding the shit out of the keyboard to bring the song to life.

    I throw a quick glance at The Drillers standing just off-stage. Jack is standing there jaws agape while Rudy, bass, and Stockton, drums, grin like Cheshire cats. I smile and wink at them in acknowledgement. As soon as I finish, the room erupts into the loudest and most sustained applause of the night. I notice a group

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