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Saint View Rebels, #2

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Beaten, drugged, and tied, I sink beneath the surface.

Water invades my mouth. It seeps down my throat and fills my lungs until breathing becomes a desperate memory.

My only hope are the three men who know the evil of my attacker.

If I make it through this, we can’t fail again. A murderer needs to be found. Caleb needs to pay for what he did to me.

He has another woman held hostage, bound, and gagged.

But she’s not the only one.

There are others who will befall the same fate as me if Caleb and his friends aren’t stopped. With the police in his pocket, there’s no one to save them but us.

Drowning gives a girl a lot of time to think about her revenge.

Until it becomes obsession.

Rebel Obsession is an adult #whychoose romance, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This book contains romantic suspense/dark themes that may trigger some readers. It contains a male/male storyline. It is the second book in an ongoing trilogy and cannot be read as a standalone. Book 1 of this series is Rebel Revenge.


Triggers - This list is extensive and the degree of severity for each trigger will vary from minor to major. Triggers may not relate to this book but to later books in the series.

Sexually explicit scenes, violent fight scenes, profanity, kidnapping, sexual assault, rape,drowning, slut shaming, fat shaming, homophobia, hostages, murder, needles, child endangerment, ideas of suicide. 

Here's a taste of what's inside!

Fang was sitting on my bed.

I stopped in my tracks. “Hi!”

He gave me a soft smile. “How you doing, Pix?”

God, the man made me happy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, all my frustrations with Vaughn and Kian melted away. I tucked my towel beneath my arms and sat next to him. “Better now you’re here. But I thought you were helping War with club business?”

“Vaughn texted. He said you needed me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did he say what for?”

Fang smirked and ran his index finger along the edge of my towel. “His text was pretty specific, actually.”  I was sure my eyes went wide. “It was not? Show me!”

Fang unlocked his phone then handed it over. I practically dove on it but stopped before I hit the message icon. “You don’t want to like, delete a whole bunch of stuff? Tell me not to snoop in certain places?” “I’m an open book, Pix. You want to know something, just ask me. You don’t have to go through my phone.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” I assured him, not wanting to seem like a jealous psycho girlfriend. He inhaled the freshly washed scent of my hair. “Wouldn’t care if you did. But look at the message Vaughn sent me.”

I leaned against him and rested my head on his shoulder while I opened his messages. True to my word, I ignored the ones from War, Queenie, and a host of other names I recognized as guys from the club. There were a few I didn’t know as well, but I figured if he hadn’t told me who they were, they either weren’t close friends or weren’t my business. Vaughn’s message thread was at the very top, the most recent message Fang had received. I tapped it and read the message, my face pinking with every word. “I’m going to kill him.”


Fang chuckled and took the phone back. “Why? Did he lie? You aren’t horny as fuck and need some dick?” He could barely contain his laughter. I groaned. “If that was all he’d said I could have handled it. It’s the rest of the message that’s bothering me.” Fang leaned in and kissed my neck. “You don’t like that he sent me a blow-by-blow instruction list of everything he wanted to do to you?”


“Yeah, that.” Fang drew his tongue up my neck. “I think it’s kind of considerate of him to think of your needs and want them fulfilled, even though you won’t let him do it himself. Why exactly are you not letting him do it, though?” His tongue swirled around my ear. All rational thought up and left the building. “No idea. Let’s stop talking about him. Put the phone down and do that thing with your tongue some more.” Fang did it again but whispered, “What if I put the phone down with it recording? Just in case you want to show Vaughn later? Seems mean that he started all this but doesn’t get the reward.” I groaned when he sucked on my neck. “Vaughn doesn’t deserve to watch.”


Except just the thought of it had me squeezing my thighs together, trying to find a little relief. Fang stood and set his phone down on the chest of drawers. “Last chance for me to hit record. ’Cause once I get over there and start acting out this list he gave me, I’m not stopping.” I eyed him to see if he was serious. It appeared he was. Without waiting for me to say yes, because he probably already knew from the way I was panting like a slobbery dog, he hit the record button. My breath quickened.


He came to sit on the bed next to me again, but something was different this time. His gaze was hotter. Needier. Or maybe that was just me. Partially for Vaughn, for not actually leaving me as high and dry as I thought he had. But a lot for Fang who had dropped whatever the hell he was doing, and ditched whoever he was with, in order to be with me for something as ridiculous as scratching a sexual urge. I reached over and popped the button on his dirty black jeans and then drew the zipper down. Fang watched me. “This wasn’t in Vaughn’s list of instructions.”


I leaned over and wrapped my hand around his cock, pulling it out. “No, but it’s in mine.” I stroked his length, watching it get harder and bigger and thicker with every touch. Fang shifted on the bed, lifting his ass so I could drag his jeans down farther, and then leaning back on his hands. “I’m so sad for Vaughn, missing out.” His snigger of amusement told me he wasn’t sad at all. And his dick told me he was pretty damn excited. I checked the phone, making sure it was still standing up and recording. Because fuck Vaughn. Let him see what he was missing.

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