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Title: Viking

Author: Kylie Hillman

Genre: MC Romance

About Viking:

Why does forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest? A filthy biker with a reputation for using his fists first and asking questions later, Victor “Viking” Kennedy wasn’t under the illusion that his marriage to Bonnie Dubois had the makings of a grand love affair. She was a prima ballerina—a snobby bitch who knew she was sex-on-legs. She was also ripe for a walk on the wild side with him. Their understanding was mutual. A year-long fling that kept them both satisfied until she headed overseas to pursue her dancing career. It was good while it lasted. The perfect arrangement that took a wrong turn and ended with a surprise pregnancy followed by a shotgun wedding. Nowadays, they’re just two parents doing their best to raise their son right. And, it was working until his VP’s teenage daughter sashayed her way into his life and turned everything on its head. She’s off-limits. An indiscretion punishable by death. So why can’t Viking find a way to halt their growing connection?

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EXCERPT

Vic drops me off around the corner from my house, and like usual, he sits there until he sees the front porch light go off. It’s our signal to say that I’m safely inside. His Harley bursts to life, the thudding engine out of place in the early a.m. hours in my strictly upper middle-class suburb. Leaning back against the door, I strain to hear every last note as he rides off into the distance.

“Is that you, Bon Bon?” my dad calls from the living room.

His childish nickname for me should be embarrassing at my age, instead it still makes me feel warm and loved. My parents are wonderful. They are the definition of the perfect nuclear family, priding themselves on keeping their marriage and careers ticking over like a well-oiled machine in this era of easy divorce. I know how lucky I am to have their unwavering support, which is why decisions like hanging with the Black Shamrocks MC and riding on motorcycles with bikers need to be kept from them.

My tendency to walk on the wild side would only upset them and that’s the last thing I want.

“It’s me, daddy,” I reply in a whisper-yell, careful not to wake my mum and siblings. “I’m busting for the loo. I’ll be back down in a minute.”

I’m still wearing Vic’s T-shirt and not much else. A quick trip to my bedroom to change is in order before I say goodnight to my father. The questions my attire would raise aren’t easily answered.

“No worries. I’ll put the kettle on. You’ve put in some serious hours at the studio this weekend. A nice cup of hot chocolate is just the treat you need.”

As far as my parents know, my nocturnal habits are the result of my crazy dance schedule. While I do dedicate a lot of hours to practice, my studio isn’t open at two in the morning—no matter what my parents may believe. But, I’m a good kid in my parent’s eyes and they’ve always worked under the belief that they can trust me until I prove that their trust is misplaced.

After quickly cleaning myself up—removing my liberally applied makeup and dressing in my usual dance uniform of tights, sports bra, and belly-skimming cotton T-shirt—I head back down to my dad. Like promised he has a steaming cup of hot chocolate waiting for me on the coffee table. He’s even snuck the biscuit tin out from wherever he had it hidden. My mum is always following some type of diet fad that the rest of us are browbeaten into doing with her so anything tasty needs to be smuggled into our house with all the precision of a military exercise.

“Good night?” Dad asks. He selects two biscuits, then slides the tin over to me.

“Yeah, not bad.” I ignore the biscuits and pick up my mug. Blowing gently over the hot surface, I smile at him.

“You’re spending a lot of time at the studio,” he states. “I know you’re disappointed, but I hope you’re not being too hard on yourself for missing out on France this year? We all know you tried your hardest, Bon Bon.”

My dad is too much. Tendrils of guilt begin to wrap themselves around my brain and I try my hardest to escape their grip. I’m definitely upset at being stuck in Brisbane for another twelve months, but I haven’t exactly upped the ante in the studio because of it. If anything, I’ve gone out my way to dodge extra work since I was told I didn’t make the cut this year.

Me and humble pie aren’t close acquaintances. Some of my behaviour toward the end of last season was a bit over the top. I thought I was a shoo-in and let my ego get the better of me. I was a smug bitch, and while most of my teammates are sympathetic to my disappointment, there’s a definite edge of gloating from those who take satisfaction in seeing me get my comeuppance.

“I’m okay,” I reply. “I have a spot next year so I’m—”

“Are you friends with Collen McCormack again?” Dad cuts me off.

Raising my gaze from the chocolatey goodness in the cup I’m holding, I meet his worried expression with a timid half-smile.

“Ah, not really,” I try to hedge. “Why do you ask?”

“The Sarge mentioned that he was worried about you and Sharleen meeting up with Colleen again.”

Bloody Shari! Her lack of control is going to get us all in trouble if she’s doesn’t get it together. First, she’s dabbling in coke with Brian, now she’s telling her police officer father that we’re still friends with Colleen. Our parents know that Colleen is involved with the Black Shamrocks MC now, but even before that, they’d forbidden us from seeing her any longer. After Colleen’s parents died and she moved over the other side of town to live with her uncle, her life moved onto a different trajectory to ours—one that made our parents nervous. Shari’s dad is a Sergeant, so he knows more than he should about the dark side of this city and he had gone out of his way to infect my usually easy-going parents with his paranoia.

“I don’t know why he’d say that,” I say with a shrug. “I haven’t even spent much time with Shari since she hurt her knee.”

My father doesn’t appear completely convinced. He runs his eyes over my face and I work to keep my expression as open and neutral as I can. On the inside I’m seething, but I can’t let my dad see that. Even though he has known Colleen since she was born, he’s let Shari’s father talk him into believing that she’s a bad influence. I’m not willing to risk my parents trust and my freedom to come and go and see who I please by showing him how pissed I am at my silly best friend. We’ve always been a trio and Shari’s stupid vendetta against Colleen isn’t getting in the way of seventeen years of friendship—or the fun I have planned for this year.

If Shari would only open her eyes and see that it’s not really Colleen’s fault that her knee was ruined. Truthfully, the blame is mine since I was the one who suggested that Shari would be fine to babysit, Colleen’s little sister, Kerry, while we went on a double-date with Vic and Cole.

“Here, you know you want another one,” I joke to break the silence. Selecting a biscuit, I push the biscuit tin his way. Dunking it in my hot chocolate, I savour the rich goodness and use it to give myself time to formulate an appropriate response. “Daddy, I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m fine, I swear. I’ve come to terms with missing out on France this year. I’m happy to have another year to spend with you and Mum. Please don’t let Shari and her dramatics get in the way of us enjoying our extra time together.”

Dad rolls his eyes. He knows what I’m alluding to. As Sergeant Lucian’s best mate, he gets to hear all about their ongoing problems with Shari’s behaviour since her injury. “As long as you promise to come to us if you need us, I’m happy to let you make your own choices. You’ve never given us any reason to doubt your judgement and I hope you never will.”

Draining my mug, I stand. The words I need to say—a complete lie if I’m honest—take a moment to form. “You have my word, dad. You’ll never have to doubt me.”

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About Conan:

"You know how the story ends. Now, it's time to learn how it all began as Conan, Viking, Butch, Lenny, Doc, and the perennial bad guy, Beast finally have their say." The first book in the brand-new spin off to the International Bestselling Black Shamrocks MC series is finally here! Prospecting for the Black Shamrocks MC once Colin "Conan" Blake finished school was a no-brainer. His best friends were prospecting. His father was a ranking member. Hell, every man he knew was part of the MC. The only thing the Club wanted in return for a lifetime of brotherhood was unquestioning loyalty. It was that straightforward. Patching in meant he vowed to put the needs of the Black Shamrocks in front of everything else—even his own desires. He thought it would be easy. He was certain nothing could come between him and his brothers. That was until he met her. WARNING: This book contains depictions of graphic situations and is not suitable for all readers.

About Kylie Hillman:

Kylie Hillman is an International Bestselling Author who lives in South Australia. After spending the past fifteen years regularly moving around the east coast of Australia, she has recently returned to her home state and plans to finally put down roots until her children finish school. Wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving, quintessential Aussie bloke and mum to two crazy, adorable, and eccentric kids, Kylie is also a Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner. When she’s not writing, she can be found sipping tea while she literally “Netflix and Chills” or sharing her appreciation for heavy metal and hard rock music with her neighbours. As a devotee to the use of sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo, it is for the best that she chooses to venture outside her home only on special occasions. Kylie is represented by Sarah Hershman of Hershman Rights Management.