Title: A New Paige
Series: Stained Souls MC
Author: Zara Teleg
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 14, 2020
Cover Design: Zara Teleg & Les
Would you risk losing the ones you love if it meant finally finding out the truth?
Paige
After being kidnapped and nearly killed by a sadistic drug lord, I discovered a startling secret, and I can't let it go. I was forced to move to small-town Sugar Maple. Kai, the hot-as-hell biker who rescued me, is now my new landlord and makes me feel safe. No matter how attracted I am to him, I won't let his womanizing ways distract me. No one, including my friends and family, can stop me from seeking the truth. The rabbit hole seems endless, and the dangers are real. I may not like what I find in Pandora's box, but I refuse to let anyone control my life again.
Kai
My life in the MC has been one big party, just the way I like it. I have been burned once—never again. Saving Paige woke a part of me I thought was long dead. One look into those violet eyes and I knew I could never let anyone hurt her again. Now the tempting little spitfire is up to something and I am going to find out what before she gets herself into trouble. Being her resident babysitter was not what I had in mind, but the closer we become, the harder the attraction is to ignore. She's off-limits and all I can think about. The Stained Souls will have my head if I go there, but she may be worth the risk. Will she be my downfall or my salvation?
A New Paige is a stand-alone. It is Book 2 of the Stained Souls MC series and is enhanced by reading Book 1, Consumed by Rage.
A New Paige is not your typical MC romance. It is a slow-burn written for those who want all the brotherhood, love, loyalty, angst, suspense, and sexy alpha males challenged by strong, sassy women that make a story you won't forget! It is not insta-love or erotica.
A New Paige is for readers 18+ as it contains adult content.
Prologue
Paige
Icy hands grasped my shoulders and ankles as I was lifted onto another surface. Fighting the sedation, I pried my eyes open as much as I could. The images were fuzzy, and voices unfamiliar. My vision was blurred, and I couldn’t focus. My head spun like a Tilt-a-Whirl.
“Sir, was she conscious when you arrived on the scene?”
The ground rumbled beneath me as I was being wheeled.
“She’s been in and out,” a man’s panicked voice replied.
“Sir, you can meet us at the hospital.”
“No, I’m not leaving her.” His voice was stern as his hand grabbed mine.
“How are you related to the patient?”
“Um…she’s family.”
W-who? W-what’s happening?
“Fine, sir, you best come with us, then.”
Doors slammed and sirens blared as we started to move.
Where am I?
My eyelids were pulled up, a bright light was shined in one eye and then the other.
“Are you with us, sweetheart?”
“Paige, her name is Paige.”
A warm hand slid up and down my arm, comforting me, before holding my hand again.
“Are you with us, Paige?” My eyes opened to an EMT leaning over me.
“Yes.” It came out a raspy whisper.
My memory came rushing back.
“Where’s Ana?” Panicked, I tried to push my body up.
“Woah.” A gentle hand pressed me back to the gurney.
“You need to lie back and let us take care of you. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”
An uncomfortable squeezing was increasing against my bicep. The blood pressure monitor tightened as the air was pumped through.
“Ana,” I moaned.
“Your sister is gonna be alright,” warm breath whispered in my ear before giving my hand a small squeeze. His voice was soothing. It calmed the trauma that was running through my mind in waves.
She’s going to be alright.
I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. I needed to see his face. The man who saved me. Emerald eyes bore into mine with worry written across his fading face as the darkness took me back under.
“Paige, stay with me...”
Paige
Icy hands grasped my shoulders and ankles as I was lifted onto another surface. Fighting the sedation, I pried my eyes open as much as I could. The images were fuzzy, and voices unfamiliar. My vision was blurred, and I couldn’t focus. My head spun like a Tilt-a-Whirl.
“Sir, was she conscious when you arrived on the scene?”
The ground rumbled beneath me as I was being wheeled.
“She’s been in and out,” a man’s panicked voice replied.
“Sir, you can meet us at the hospital.”
“No, I’m not leaving her.” His voice was stern as his hand grabbed mine.
“How are you related to the patient?”
“Um…she’s family.”
W-who? W-what’s happening?
“Fine, sir, you best come with us, then.”
Doors slammed and sirens blared as we started to move.
Where am I?
My eyelids were pulled up, a bright light was shined in one eye and then the other.
“Are you with us, sweetheart?”
“Paige, her name is Paige.”
A warm hand slid up and down my arm, comforting me, before holding my hand again.
“Are you with us, Paige?” My eyes opened to an EMT leaning over me.
“Yes.” It came out a raspy whisper.
My memory came rushing back.
“Where’s Ana?” Panicked, I tried to push my body up.
“Woah.” A gentle hand pressed me back to the gurney.
“You need to lie back and let us take care of you. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”
An uncomfortable squeezing was increasing against my bicep. The blood pressure monitor tightened as the air was pumped through.
“Ana,” I moaned.
“Your sister is gonna be alright,” warm breath whispered in my ear before giving my hand a small squeeze. His voice was soothing. It calmed the trauma that was running through my mind in waves.
She’s going to be alright.
I tried so hard to keep my eyes open. I needed to see his face. The man who saved me. Emerald eyes bore into mine with worry written across his fading face as the darkness took me back under.
“Paige, stay with me...”
Zara Teleg is an American slow-burn MC romance author who self-publishes under Free Spirit Indie Publishing. Her passion lies in writing tales of brotherhood, love, loyalty, angst, suspense, and sexy alpha males challenged by strong, sassy women. Zara is a free spirit, who spends her days alternating between writing, cooking, and tending to her four-legged friends. Her love of animals has influenced her plant-based lifestyle. From the time she could walk, she brought home every stray she came across, wanting to keep them all. Her friends nicknamed her “Snow White” because she is slightly obsessed with feeding every hungry wild animal in her neighborhood.
She can often be found outside, reading or writing a slow-burn romance while blaring her favorite music under fairy lights, surrounded by plants, crystals, and wind chimes.
Zara lives with her husband of 24 years, their teenage daughter, spoiled pit bulls, and her very ornery cat. She spends weekends laughing on the Chesapeake Bay with her extremely loud Italian family! She dreams of moving to a warm place where she can walk barefoot and paddleboard with her pit bulls all year long.
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