Dusty's Tracks
Devil's Armada O.L. Novellas
Dusty's Tracks: (O.L.) Book One
Everyone needs a backstory—even those whose backstory isn’t filled with rainbows and pretty ponies.
I’d made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I don’t hold myself accountable for the decisions I had to make. That’s my sister’s problem—she made me what I am.
I spent half my life stuck in her stupid shadow and she’s led me down roads that would make your skin crawl.
Now that I have a chance to branch off on my own, I’m going to make something of myself and find my own power without her.
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The path I chose was supposed to lead me to finding my own identity; instead, it has led me straight into the arms of a villain hell bent on corrupting me.
His poisons are addicting, and I crave his evil as much as I craved my independence from Filly.
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Now the only tracks I want to make leave scars along my skin, and the ones I left behind, I’m hoping to cover up; that way my sister will never see the monster I’ve become.
Cami's Connections: (O.L.) Book Two
Darkness… silence… peace.
Those were the three things I felt while I laid dormant in a coma for two years of my life.
Waking up should’ve been the best thing to ever happen to me, but it had actually become a nightmare of its own. I had no idea who I was, where I was, or why I was recovering from a gunshot wound to my chest that almost killed me.
Nothing made sense, and every time I tried to focus on something to help me figure out what brought me to that hospital bed, I was hit with another roadblock that kept me from moving forward.
It wasn’t until I saw a strange but familiar face in one of my dreams that the threads of my past started to unravel. Tying them all back together wasn’t going to be easy, but I was determined to connect the dots, reconstructing the tangled web of my past that my body wanted me to suppress until all the connections were made.
But sometimes loose ends should stay frayed and broken, because connecting all the dots can lead you to more heartbreak than answers.
Filly's Remorse: (O.L.) Book Three
Life hardens a person, especially when you grow up in the foster care system.
I did what I had to in order to survive, I just never meant to drag my sister down with me. Joining the Vicious Vipers was the only way to get us off the streets, but I had no idea that I was selling one bad life for another. I came at the club the same way I did everything I touched—hard, doing what I had to in order to secure that Prez patch I was itching to score.
But somewhere down the rabbit hole I lost my sister, and now it was too late to get her back. If I had never formed an allegiance with the damn Devil’s Armada MC, I may have had a chance to save her. Instead, she jumped in bed with a monster, only to become a monster herself, one I couldn’t redeem if I tried.
The remorse I felt surrounding my life decisions was heavy and weighing me down, but it had nothing on the stupid feelings I was trying to hide for a man I should’ve never jumped in bed with in the first place. Scythe was enemy number one, but somehow his smile and the way he made me feel was keeping me from running my dagger across his throat and burning his club to the ground. These stupid feelings were creating chaos within my ranks, and I was quickly losing the power I worked so hard to obtain. Now I had to choose between my club and the enemy, and I knew, despite how easy it seemed for others, it was one choice that may be too impossible to make.