Defiance (Defiance Series #1)

by Stephanie Tyler

Overview

Rebelling against her legacy as the MC's princess, Tru Tennyson escaped the ruthless, male-dominated culture of the Defiance motorcycle club. Three years later, her newfound freedom is ripped away, thanks to a massive hybrid storm that killed millions. Now, in the post-Chaos world of semi-darkness and near-total anarchy where gangs rule, she discovers the dangerous world of Defiance may be the one thing that can keep her safe.

Tru is at the MC's mercy when she's dragged back to her former home…and to the only man she's ever pictured a future with. Caspar is the bastard son of the club's leader, her safe haven when life got rough—and her onetime lover the night she left. When Tru refuses to trade sex for power and be claimed by a rival club leader, she also dares to announce she wants Caspar instead, throwing the MC into turmoil.

Tru's brazen revolt could start a gang war and destroy the club from within. Now both Tru and the MC must wait for Caspar's response…and the inevitable fallout.

78,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781426896026
Publisher:	Carina Press
Publication date:	06/10/2013
Series:	Defiance Series , #1
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
Pages:	328
File size:	352 KB

About the Author

New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Tyler writes across many genres, including New Adult, Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance.  She also co-writes as Sydney Croft.  She lives in New York with her husband and kids and a crazy weimaraner named Gus.  

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From his perch on top of the Harley Fat Boy, Caspar waited Silas out as he looked toward the front gates of the Defiance Motorcycle Club's headquarters.

The darkness had already started descending by degrees. Hard to differentiate day from night, but there were subtle differences. Lately, more differences than before, but if anyone else but him noticed, they didn't say shit.

"How's she look?" Silas asked finally, then let smoke drift out of his mouth before blowing it in a frustrated stream when Caspar said, "Fine."

"Cut the shit, Cas."

Caspar burned when Silas used that nickname; his hands itched to go around the guy's throat but he focused instead on the rasp in Silas's voice. "Those'll kill you."

Silas snorted at the running joke, threw the butt on the ground and reached for another. What with the general dearth of sunlight and food, plus the constant fucking fighting—for both fun and survival—cigarettes were the safest things in this new post-Chaos world.

When Silas lit up the next cigarette almost immediately, Caspar took pity on him. "She looks the same. Thin, though."

Silas didn't look the same. He looked older—worn, with deep lines around his eyes and mouth. With his long hair pulled back tight, it made his sharp cheekbones look more severe than ever. And he was way too concerned with an old girlfriend.

"She ask to come here?" Silas asked.

"Can't talk to an unconscious woman," Caspar offered, but they both knew Tru had been marched here cruelly by the Kill Devils MC, because she'd made a choice.

The rules had always been simple here—you lived and died by your MC. Men were in charge, women weren't.

He didn't know if Tru had been violated, but that's what typically happened when a woman rejected the bond offer.

He'd wanted to kill someone when he'd heard that, but couldn't show his hand. So he pretended he didn't give a shit, the way he always did. The way it had to be.

Silas nodded. "Stay with her. Let her know she can hang."

Caspar raised a brow, asked, "What're we tellin' her?" and Silas shrugged, said, "Tell her everything. She knows the deal. If she's smart, she'll finally goddamned accept it."

Tru not accepting the bond offer had nothing to do with her being smart. Tru was smarter than most; that meant she was considered trouble. The only thing saving her up to this point had been her father's position in the Defiance club. The man had been a sergeant at arms, an Enforcer no one fucked with. His daughter had as much respect thrown to her as a woman in this society could.

Caspar nodded. "Why can't Roan take care of his own shit?"

"He's on patrol. It's all you, brother."

Brother. That was the biggest joke of all. They all knew Caspar as the bastard brother of Silas's clan, bastard child of Silas's father, Lance. Caspar had been dropped off when he was ten after his mother died, and was taken in by Lance's extended family, passed around and generally treated like dirt. At least until his long, muscled frame and proclivity for violence and other criminal pursuits got him noticed. Men in his own club wanted to fight him just to prove they could, a feat that proved harder as each year passed. When Lance sent him out into underground cage fighting matches to earn the club money, he raked in cash and respect.

Once the lights went out, his ever-expanding skill set became even more coveted. He'd been in the higher ranks of Lance's MC ever since, although he'd never been fully accepted as part of Lance's immediate family, never been one of them. To Caspar, that was a good thing.