SHADOW :
I was the enforcer for the Golden Skulls until the souls I took came back for me. Now, I’m nothing but the tormented brother to the interim President. Once a valued member of the club, now I’m useless. With no direction, I do the only thing I can. I leave.
Haunted by the faces of the dead, I sink deeper and deeper into the void until I don’t know which way to turn. That’s when I hear the voice of an angel. Her voice calms the raging storm in my head, allowing me the respite I desperately need. With her in my ear, I can finally function once more.
Once lost without direction, I ‘m drawn to her voice like a moth to a flame. She calls out to me, begging me to find her, only to arrive at the one place I promised never to return, where I find myself staring into the same eyes of the only innocent man I ever killed.
JOAN :
Running from my past, I stay hidden, offering help and comfort to others the only way I know how. Hidden behind my microphone, I spend my nights talking and guiding other lost souls. It’s not much, but it’s all I can do until one night I see something I shouldn’t, and my life takes a drastic turn.
I wake months later with no recollection of who attacked me, or why I am in a clubhouse surrounded by several fierce-looking men. My only memory is a man with gray eyes. When I see that very man sitting beside me, I don’t know what to make of him. There is something about the man with the gray eyes that intrigues me. He is like me, a tortured, lost soul.
As the night of my attack slowly emerges, I realize that those who ignore the past are destined to repeat it.
PERSONAL NOTE FROM The Golden Skulls Motorcycle Club is a series of books with many triggers. I cannot stress this enough. If you suffer from any trigger, please take caution when reading my books.
Rebecca Joyce
