Savage Road

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She sounded all prim and school-marmy which made him smile. His first reaction was to roll over so she was sprawled over the top of him and he had access to her bottom. That was his usual response when she teased him like this, but he didn’t want any bruising, not when he made up his mind to ease up and give her a few days to adjust. He would always be a controlling bastard, wanting everything his way, and maybe taking one thing at a time was the best way to go. That smile came out again tying his gut into tight little knots. The dimple was a turn on any way he looked at it when nothing turned him on. Her mouth? Those lips? She was lying there bruised and scraped and his body was reacting all on its own, proving he was an even bigger monster than he thought. But damn, it felt good. He hadn’t known he was capable of getting it up without commanding it first in his brain. His brain wasn’t even engaged. He had proof of that because he was still sitting on her bed. He stalked inside, putting on his most intimidating face. It wasn’t hard to do. He pretty much just had to look at anyone and they pissed their pants. He went straight up to the desk, pulled out the paper Blythe gave him and told the woman sitting at the desk the room number. Today was the day, Savin ‘Savage’ Pajari was going to die. And it was okay. If it hadn’t been for the boy, a part of him would be rejoicing. He was a monster and monsters weren’t for this world. But there was the boy and that meant he had to try no matter what. Not give up. The information on housing, people, culture, employment and education that is displayed about Savage Road, Plymouth, PL5 1BP is based on the last census performed in the UK in 2021.

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No. I don’t like places like this. They walk in and out and think they aren’t disturbing you, so you have to be nice. They’re helping you. But if I fall asleep, when I jerk awake because they’re in my room, my heart goes wild and I don’t like the way it makes me feel.” Her laughter was contagious. “You should have seen your face last night when the red hat ladies showed up at the bar to hear me sing. All those darling ladies, Zyah’s grandmother leading the way. She’s so cute, by the way. I adore her and she adores you. Obviously, the two of you have a past and she made it clear last night that you, Destroyer, Maestro and Player are her little darlings.” Savage Road also brings more danger to the club, and even though she hates it, Seychelle allows her skills to be used. They need to know who is trying to kill them and why. She hates being "used" by the club when they are not telling her what is going on. The club tries to keep her involvement minimized but her skills get out and others play on her sympathies to tell them what they want to know. Even though it drains her. All these people draining her makes it even harder for her to keep up with Savage, which I thought should be like, priority number one. Christine has just written a short Christmas story as a fun, special gift for her readers! The story was inspired by Vengeance Road, her upcoming Torpedo Ink book. The story is in her online community here. Not a member of her community yet? It's free, and you can join here.The next books in the Torpedo Ink series are Annihilation Road which comes out Dec. 28th and a month later it will be Savage Road. Both books are about Savage, but are stand-alone.

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Annihilation Road All paths lead to destruction in the new Torpedo Ink novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Christine Feehan. For Scotland, 2011 data is shown (update coming soon, the Scottish census was delayed by a year unlike the rest of the UK). Her laughter was muffled by the pillow, a low musical raining of golden notes that teased at his skin, feathering over his nerve endings until little electrical pulses beat in time to the music she created. He didn’t like anything that he couldn’t explain. Whatever the weird reaction he had to Seychelle—and God help him if he was that big of a monster that his body reacted because she was hurt or crying—he had to see her. He shut down that way of thinking. His hand slid over her injured thigh and found more scrapes there. A very small shudder slid over her body when, feather-light, the pads of his fingers found the lacerations and stroked small caresses over them.Her lashes lifted all the way and he found himself staring into her clear blue eyes. “I told you, it isn’t that bad. You’re worth this and much more.” The census collection is designed so that each group of postcodes should contain at least 100 people (50 in Scotland).