{"id":16580,"date":"2016-10-27T09:00:03","date_gmt":"2016-10-27T14:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=16580"},"modified":"2016-10-26T18:16:28","modified_gmt":"2016-10-26T23:16:28","slug":"wotr-mc-releaseday-engage-by-drew-elyse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/twinsietalk.com\/?p=16580","title":{"rendered":"#WOTR #MC #ReleaseDay – Engage by Drew Elyse"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.<\/span>
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<\/span>They came for her in the night.<\/span>
<\/span>When she wakes, she\u2019s in a cell.<\/span>
<\/span>She has no idea if it will help, but it is the only option she has:<\/span>
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<\/span>A Disciple will fight like a savage when it counts.<\/span>
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<\/span>Years ago, he lost everything.<\/span>
<\/span>Now, the club is the only thing Jager allows himself to care about.<\/span>
<\/span>Nothing matters but his Savage Disciple brothers.<\/span>
<\/span>At least, until she arrives and he has a decision to make.<\/span>
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<\/span>\u201cHi,\u201d I heard from beside me and saw the older Davies woman sidle up.<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cHey,\u201d I replied to Ash.<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cSo,\u201d she went right on, \u201cwhere\u2019s Ember?\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cHow should I know?\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>She looked innocent, but it wasn\u2019t some showy, wide-eyed, porn-acting look. It was just her keeping her expression clear. She shrugged. \u201cYou two seem\u2026close.\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>There were a lot of ways to define close. Ember and I might have been a fuck of a lot of one of them, but we weren\u2019t any of the rest.<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cHuh.\u201d I didn\u2019t know whether Ash was playing a game or just using this as a way to continue her mission to get close to me. She\u2019d been at it for a while, always seeking me out when the opportunity arose, like right then when the club was hosting a party. Those opportunities weren\u2019t exactly few and far between, and she always took them.<\/span>
<\/span>\u201cShe seems really sweet,\u201d Ash went on. \u201cIt makes it even more horrible, what she went through.\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>She wasn\u2019t wrong. That shit was always fucked, knowing it happened to Ember made me fucking homicidal.<\/span>
<\/span>In a softer, deeper voice, Ash said, \u201cI don\u2019t think she\u2019s dealing with it.\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>She saw the breakdown that afternoon in the clubhouse plain as I did. She saw Ember around with the brothers acting like everything was normal. She hadn\u2019t seen Ember wake from a nightmare, something I knew was a common occurrence from the way she reacted. It was clear she didn\u2019t need to to suspect the truth. I was pretty fucking certain Ember wasn\u2019t dealing with any of it.<\/span>
<\/span>I expected the next thing out of Ash\u2019s mouth to be a suggestion that I try to help Ember, like I\u2019d helped her, but that was not going to fucking happen. I\u2019d laid that shit out for Ash\u2014as much as I ever had, anyway\u2014because I wasn\u2019t sure anyone else was going to be able to help her. Not to mention, Ash had already been very spoken for. I could have unloaded all that shit, given her every fucking part of my messed up past and dropped to my knees to beg her to be mine, and it wouldn\u2019t have mattered. Ember\u2019s situation was different, and there were a fuckload of people around ready to do what they could. To add to that, our situation was different. I kept on fucking her and burdened her with all that shit, she\u2019d get ideas she had no business getting.<\/span>
<\/span>I wasn\u2019t in the market for an old lady. Not now, not ever.<\/span>
<\/span>Ash didn\u2019t preach to me about helping her. No, the next thing from her mouth was, \u201cOh, wow.\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>My eyes followed her line of sight.<\/span>
<\/span>Fuck.<\/span>
<\/span>Good fucking God, Ember was trying to fucking kill me. First with her excitement over that goddamn car of hers. I\u2019d never cared for the bimbos they put in bike and car magazines, sprawled out half-naked and oiled up on whatever vehicle they were spotlighting. If I wanted that kind of thing, I\u2019d get porn. It had always been about looking past them to whatever actually had my interest. Watching Ember, not even done up a bit compared to those women, leaning all around that hotrod of hers to give it a look, I found I really fucking understood. Ember and that beauty were the shit teenage wet dreams were made of. I thought the hard on she gave me right then would never fucking deflate.<\/span>
<\/span>I wasn\u2019t even going to start in on that tight ass dress she wore to the fight.<\/span>
<\/span>With both those and the images burned in my brain of her tied up and creaming for me, I thought I\u2019d gotten a good sense of how crazy the woman could make me.<\/span>
<\/span>I hadn\u2019t even scratched the surface.<\/span>
<\/span>It seemed, being stuck with just the Hoffman mall to get herself stocked, she\u2019d had to settle. Now, with the guys getting Ember\u2019s shit from Seattle, she was able to give it all. And that all was a fuck of a lot more.<\/span>
<\/span>She strutted into the yard on a pair of red heels I was damn sure she\u2019d be wearing with nothing else. I\u2019d work her until her skin was as bright as the fucking things before I fucked her in them. That was how fucking hot she looked. I was ready to lose it over the fucking shoes alone.<\/span>
<\/span>The rest of her\u2026there were no words. She looked like the hottest fucking pin-up ever. If they\u2019d been able to photograph her and stick her on the postcards they sent to the boys during the world wars, morale would have been at an all-time high. Fuck, you put her on postcards now, you\u2019d have guys enlisting just to get a copy.<\/span>
<\/span>She had on a pair of short shorts that went up to her waist. I couldn\u2019t see her ass, but the way they fit her like a glove everywhere else told me that view would be spectacular. On top, she had a red and white striped halter shirt. It looked like a sailor get up, and if I had to get on a fucking boat to get it off her, I would. Her blonde hair was all pinned up away from her neck, her bangs rolled, and she had a red bandana tied around her head. Even from across the yard, I could see her lips were painted red to match the rest. I loved red lips. Red lips made a fucking mess and they looked great with a black ball gag.<\/span>
<\/span>I was getting way too worked up for the situation. There was maybe a millimeter of restraint keeping me from marching across the yard, pushing her down to her knees, and getting a look at how much of that lipstick would rub off on my cock.<\/span>
<\/span>Did she come in that car of hers? Jesus. Her in that outfit, climbing out of that hot rod, bending over the hood\u2026fuck, I was making a fucking porno of her in my head.<\/span>
<\/span>I finally looked away from her when Emmy ran across the yard again, this time toward Ember, yelling, \u201cYou look pretty!\u201d<\/span>
<\/span>Kid didn\u2019t know the half of it.<\/span>
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Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.<\/span>
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<\/span>When she isn\u2019t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.<\/span>
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<\/span>A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.<\/span><\/div>\n
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