Call My Name (Fallen Angels MC #3)

The sizzling conclusion of the Fallen Angels MC series

Their love will be tested once more before they can hope to find happiness.
For Mason Butler, the takedown of Declan McDermott was the easy part. When his brothers took his back, they were able to peaceably remove the dirty club president and he’s gone, for now. But after removing both the first- and second-in-command, Mace has been promoted to the top job in the club, and he’s trying to keep everything he’s worked for from falling apart – including his relationship with Caroline.

Caroline Lewis has agreed to let Mase back in, but it’s not always easy to trust after your heart’s been broken. And now, with him running a club she doesn’t believe in, he’ll have to convince her to not only give him her heart, but also accept his lifestyle.

As they try to make a future for themselves, danger still threatens. McDermott may be gone, but he left behind a promise of vengeance. It will take everything they’ve got for Caroline and Mase to stay safe, everything they've got to stay together against a desperate man with nothing left to lose, and everything they've got to fight for their lives.


Excerpt

She pulled out the key Mason had given her and turned it, but before she could even twist the handle, it turned and opened. She felt Mason’s hand close on her wrist, was yanked into the apartment, and the door slammed behind her. Her back was up against the door, and he was kissing her, grinding his mouth against her, his hands coursing over her body, one hand tight on her breast, the other squeezing at her ass, pulling her tight against him.

For one split second, she panicked, and her hands went to his chest, ready to shove at him, ready to scream. And then he was away, his hands running through his hair. His curly red hair, loose around his shoulders for once.

“Sorry,” he said. “Inappropriate. Not everyone reacts to stress like me. Working on it. Are you okay?”

“Yes. He didn’t hurt me, anyway.”

His words were as much growl as they were human sound. “He put his hands on you. He would have hurt you if he could have.”

She looked into his eyes, and she understood the desire, the swelling need to be safe with someone. “So get over here and make it better,” she said.

His eyes were dark and animal. “Are you very sure?”

She nodded. “I need— I need to know I’m still powerful. I need to know that I’m still in control.”

The darkness shifted, and he grinned. “Then tell me what you want, baby.”

Darkness found a mirror in her, and shifted, and she was panting and eager. “You,” she said. “I want you.”