Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Series by Kathryn Thomas

Life’s not easy for an immigrant’s determined daughter Growing up as a first-generation American from a Muslim family is anything but simple. Afia is a vivacious, bright woman who’s torn between pleasing herself and pleasing her family – and figuring out which is right to begin with. He’s a rogue bad boy in a leather jacket Decked out in leather, chains, tattoos, a sleek motorcycle and a heartbreaker’s smile, Samuel is definitely not the man he seems to be... moreLife’s not easy for an immigrant’s determined daughter Growing up as a first-generation American from a Muslim family is anything but simple. Afia is a vivacious, bright woman who’s torn between pleasing herself and pleasing her family – and figuring out which is right to begin with. He’s a rogue bad boy in a leather jacket Decked out in leather, chains, tattoos, a sleek motorcycle and a heartbreaker’s smile, Samuel is definitely not the man he seems to be. This tough exterior hides a brilliant engineer who, when he’s not riding with The Devil’s Sons MC, is just looking for a good time. They’re about to learn that when temptation talks, you listen… No woman has ever captured Sam’s heart, but when he meets eyes with the alluring Afia Amini, he knows there’s something there. Afia has been raised with the expectations of finding a good, Muslim husband and to lead a wholesome life – problem is, Sam’s making her rethink things she wasn’t supposed to… EXCERPT<>b> There wasn't anywhere she could go to escape the heat. Afia tossed and turned in her bed, knowing it wasn't the temperature of the house that was making it hard for her to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face. He was right next door, so close she could almost believe she could smell him. After the day they had spent together, she couldn't ask for a more interesting and fun time. Well, she could...and that was the problem. Afia sat up with a sigh. She glanced at the clock. It was only nine. They stayed up much later than that most nights talking on the phone. She eased out of the bed and tiptoed out into the hall in case he was already sleeping. Pressing her ear to his door, she listened for snores, but she didn't hear any, and she knocked tentatively. "Yeah," came Sam's laconic response. Afia took a deep breath and turned the knob. The door swung open to reveal Sam's room. Thick beige carpet covered the floor, and the walls were painted light brown. He sat on top of his bed in a t-shirt and lounge pants, reading glasses sitting on the tip of his nose. Sam looked up expectantly. "Did you need something?" he asked, putting the glasses aside. She moved deeper into the room, smiling sheepishly. "Company," she answered. less

For a brief flicker of time, she was truly happy. Afia has had to give up the one thing that has brought true love and light into her life, and her body and soul ache to get him back. She thought she could let him go, but she thinks she may have given more than she intended… For just a moment, he thought he was in love. Sam is more lost than he thought a man could be. Afia has vanished from his life, and nothing is able to fill the void she’s left in him... moreFor a brief flicker of time, she was truly happy. Afia has had to give up the one thing that has brought true love and light into her life, and her body and soul ache to get him back. She thought she could let him go, but she thinks she may have given more than she intended… For just a moment, he thought he was in love. Sam is more lost than he thought a man could be. Afia has vanished from his life, and nothing is able to fill the void she’s left in him. He’s desperate to get her back… though at what cost? But he’s not ready to let her go. Lies, blackmail, and secrets come together to keep Afia and Sam apart, and her older brother Rayan is willing to do anything to keep it that way. Sam’s torn between going after the woman he loves, and keeping her safe, and Afia isn’t ready to accept her fate. But will their wills be enough to overcome Rayan – and her family? EXCERPT “Feeling anxious? Loosen up, darling. You know the rules. We give it a half hour, and if you absolutely hate it, we leave.” “You know I’m anxious. You’re a horrible, horrible friend,” Afia fired back with a grin. “Thank you for getting me out of the house, but you should never have brought me back here. Of all the places, Bionca! I mean, come on! There are too many memories.” “Cause you’re not over him! Afia, I know you’re not. It’s obvious as fuck. He was good for you. You liked him. He liked you.” “And, we didn’t work out. You’re meddling with people’s lives here, friend.” Afia frowned gently and placed her hand on top of Bionca’s. Bionca shrugged ruefully. “I thought maybe if I brought you here, it would spark something. Maybe get you to at least give him a call. Think about it, Afia. You got closure. You instituted the closing of the chapter by opting not to talk to him again, but what about Sam? Don’t you think he deserves a chance to at least hear why you can’t be together? It’s only right. You basically just dropped off the face of the earth to him. Who does that?” Bub came back over with their drinks, and Afia reached into her clutch to pay him. Handing off the money absently, she kept her eyes on Bionca, addressing her, “I’m pretty sure he got the point. He knows my brother saw us, and he knew my family would have a problem with us dating. He probably put two and two together.” “I did,” he murmured. Bionca finally moved her gaze from Afia’s face, having kept it there the minute she saw Sam approaching the table out of her periphery vision. Afia felt her breath hitch in her chest at the familiar voice. It raised goosebumps along her skin and sent her heartbeat spiraling out of control. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up in awareness. Her nipples even tightened in response. She looked down at her hand where the money she was holding out for Bub to take was still dangling, and her eyes slowly rose up to her ex-boyfriend’s face. He had already gestured for Bub to put it on his tab. less

I created you from one soul… Afia is living in her worst nightmare: she can’t reach Sam, her family is at her throat, and no one believes that her brother has become an alcoholic. Things are looking bleak, but this Muslim woman isn’t giving up. And from the soul I created its mate... There’s no other way around it – Sam’s in love and he wants Afia. But the barriers of family, culture, and religion are all in his way, not to mention everything else. But this is his last chance... moreI created you from one soul… Afia is living in her worst nightmare: she can’t reach Sam, her family is at her throat, and no one believes that her brother has become an alcoholic. Things are looking bleak, but this Muslim woman isn’t giving up. And from the soul I created its mate... There’s no other way around it – Sam’s in love and he wants Afia. But the barriers of family, culture, and religion are all in his way, not to mention everything else. But this is his last chance. If he can’t make it happen… he might never see her again. …So that you may live in harmony and love. The fight for love, desire, and truth culminates in a desperate shot at doing what’s right vs. doing what’s best. Rayan’s glued to the bottle and it’s making him brave – too brave. Will Afia and Sam finally be together, free from their restraints… or will Rayan have the last laugh to keep his dear sister under control? EXCERPT Afia had driven directly to Sam’s place after leaving her mother’s, confident that Rayan would soon be home. When Sam had come to the door, looking drowsy and sexy, she had walked into his arms and thanked him for being there for her with her touches and kisses because there weren’t words for all that she felt for him. She didn’t know how to tell him her love was rooted in more than appreciation, how to say how much she valued him just for being the man he was, and that she couldn’t envision a future without him because any tomorrow that didn’t include him in her life wasn’t one she wanted to see. She couldn’t explain how her love was more than a feeling and not just an act, more like a state of being. It was something she couldn’t turn on or off, something that had simply happened, something mystifying and overpowering. Whatever sacrifices were required, she would make them for him. less