Reckless Kings MC, Book 6
Motorcycle Club Romance
Date Published: July 25, 2025
Publisher: Changeling Press
Is it friendship or something more? I think I’m ready to find out.
Yulia -- They call him Salvation, and that’s exactly what
he’s been for me. I was only sixteen when he swept me up into his arms
and carried me out of hell. Things were so bad, all I wanted was to die. He
and his club, the Reckless Kings, they saved me. Salvation’s never
touched me, even though we’re technically married, and he honestly has
enough on his plate already with a daughter who’s badly scarred from an
explosion. But we’ve been together for eleven years now, and the older I
get, the more I want our marriage to be real.
Salvation -- Since the day Yulia came to live with me, I’ve not once
cheated on her. She’s legally my wife, and that’s all that
matters. Besides, my daughter, Clover, has kept me busy. Now Clover’s
nearly an adult and I’ve noticed the way Yulia looks at me when she
thinks I’m not paying attention. But can we have a real marriage when
we’ve been nothing but friends all these years? It’s too bad my
family has be to taken before I realize the answer to that question. Now
I’ll do whatever it takes to get Clover and Yulia back, and I’ll
send their kidnappers straight to hell.
Warning: Salvation is intended for readers 18+ due to adult situations,
bad language, and violence. It can be read as a stand-alone, but the series
will be enjoyed more if read in order. This is a slow-burn romance with steamy
scenes. There’s no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA!
Excerpt
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Copyright ©2025 Harley Wylde
Yulia
The wind whipped my hair across my face, stinging my eyes as I stood at
the edge of the school grounds. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the
choice before me. Memories flashed through my mind -- cruel hands, mocking
laughter, endless fear. I closed my eyes, willing the images away.
This was it. The end. My fingers trembled as I gripped the knife tighter. Just
one cut and it would all be over. No more pain. No more shame. I took a shaky
breath. “Prosti menya, sestra,” I whispered. Forgive me, sister.
The blade glinted in the fading sunlight. So sharp. So final. I pressed it to
my wrist.
A roar split the air.
My eyes snapped open. In the distance, a motorcycle engine growled, growing
louder. Closer. I hesitated, the knife hovering above my skin. Who would come
here? Why now? The engine’s rumble filled my ears, drowning out the
frantic beating of my heart. Despite myself, I turned toward the sound.
A flicker of… something. Not quite hope. But curiosity. A momentary
distraction from the abyss. I lowered the knife, just slightly. My mind raced.
Should I wait? See who it was? Or finish what I’d started?
The motorcycle drew nearer. Any moment now, it would crest the hill. I bit my
lip, indecision paralyzing me. The wind continued to howl around me, urging me
forward. But that sound… it called to me. Promising… what?
I didn’t know.
For just a moment, my despair lifted. And in that moment, I chose to wait.
The motorcycle crested the hill, its rider a dark silhouette against the
blazing orange sky. My breath caught in my throat. He was massive, all broad
shoulders and muscled limbs, his leather cut emblazoned with a patch I
couldn’t quite make out.
He dismounted in one fluid motion, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy
thud. My fingers tightened around the knife as he strode toward me, his pace
urgent but measured. “Easy now, darlin’,” he called out, his
voice a low rumble that carried on the wind. “Why don’t you put
that knife down?”
I shook my head, taking a step back. “Stay away,” I warned.
“I don’t know you.”
He slowed his approach, hands raised placatingly. “Name’s Hawk.
I’m with the Reckless Kings. I was sent here to help. A few of my
brothers are waiting nearby to make sure we don’t run into
trouble.”
My mind reeled. The Reckless Kings? How did they know? Why would they care?
“No one can help,” I whispered, more to myself than to him.
“It’s too late.”
Hawk took another careful step forward. “It’s never too late,
sweetheart. Trust me on that.”
I laughed, a bitter sound that surprised even me. “Trust? I don’t
even know what that means anymore.”
His gaze met mine. “Then let me show you. Just… put the knife
down. Please.”
My hand trembled. Part of me wanted to believe him, to grasp at this lifeline
he was offering. But the fear, the pain of the past years, it all threatened
to drown me. “I can’t,” I choked out. “You don’t
understand what he did to me.”
Hawk’s expression softened. “Maybe not exactly. But I’ve
seen enough pain in this world to recognize it. You’re not alone, Yulia.
Not anymore.”
My name on his lips startled me. How did he know? Who sent him?
As if sensing my thoughts, he added, “Your sister’s worried sick.
She asked us to find you.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “Oksana?”
Hawk nodded. “She loves you. Let us help. Let me take you somewhere
safe.”
The knife slipped in my grasp, my resolve wavering… The knife clattered
to the ground, and my legs gave out. I crumpled, expecting to hit the cold
earth. Instead, strong arms caught me, steadying me against a broad chest.
“I’ve got you,” Hawk murmured, his voice a low rumble.
“You’re safe now.”
I trembled, my body wracked with silent sobs. Years of pent-up fear and pain
poured out of me as Hawk held me, his grip firm but gentle. “Can you
walk?” he asked after a moment.
I nodded weakly, not trusting my voice. Hawk kept an arm around me as he
guided me toward his motorcycle. The machine loomed before us, all gleaming
chrome and sleek lines. “Ever ridden before?” Hawk asked, swinging
his leg over the seat.
I shook my head, eyeing the bike warily. “Nyet… no.”
He extended his hand. “First time for everything. Hold on tight,
okay?”
With shaking fingers, I grasped his hand and climbed on behind him. The
leather of his cut was smooth under my palms as I wrapped my arms around his
waist. I heard three more motorcycles and noticed the men were also from the
Reckless Kings.
“Ready?” Hawk called over his shoulder.
“Da,” I whispered, tightening my grip.
The engine roared to life, vibrating through my entire body. We took off, the
world blurring around us as we sped away from the school grounds. Away from my
nightmares.
I pressed my face against Hawk’s back, the wind whipping my hair. Part
of me still couldn’t believe this was real. That I was escaping. That
someone had come for me. “Where are we going?” I shouted over the
engine’s rumble.
“Somewhere safe,” Hawk called back. “Our compound.
You’ll be protected there.”
Protected. The word sent a shiver through me -- of fear or hope, I
wasn’t sure.
As we rode into the gathering darkness, I clung to Hawk, to this stranger
who’d become my unexpected savior. My mind raced with questions, with
doubts. But for now, I let the roar of the engine drown out my thoughts,
focusing only on the road ahead and the promise of safety it held.
Tears stung my eyes, instantly whisked away by the biting wind. My chest ached
with each ragged breath, emotions churning like a storm inside me. Gratitude
and terror warred for dominance.
“You okay back there?” Hawk’s voice barely reached me over
the engine’s roar.
I nodded against his back, not trusting my voice. My fingers dug into the
leather of his cut, anchoring me to this surreal moment.
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances.
With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her
readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works
exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a
satisfying note each time.
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