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Title: Point of Return (Nordic Lords #1)

Author: Stacey Lynn

Release Date: April 22, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance




Deceit. Destruction. Death. Olivia Masters grew up familiar with all of them. The daughter of the President of the Nordic Lords Motorcycle Club, Olivia always knew she wanted nothing to do with any of it. Her plans were made to leave the town she grew up in as soon as she and her boyfriend, Daemon Knight, turned eighteen. But then Olivia was shot. Her mother killed in front of her. Fleeing became her reality. Forced to return to her hometown of Jasper Bay five years later, events beyond Olivia’s control put her directly back into the life she swore she’d never return to. Her dad wants her back in the family. Daemon wants her in his bed. But just as Olivia begins to accept her destiny, history finds a way to repeat itself. This time, will Olivia be strong enough to fight for the family she once turned her back on? Or will she once again flee from the only life that has ever felt like home?  

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“You were attacked outside your place last night, Liv. Did you think I’d leave you here alone?” Shit. She probably did. Liv had an amazing ability to assume the worst in me and then run four hours away.

She laid back down on the bed, slowly this time, and closed her eyes. “My head freaking kills.”

I stood up, walked the short distance to an area that couldn’t exactly be called a kitchen because it only had two feet of counter space above the dishwasher and hunted through her three cupboards.

I bit back a laugh when I saw her food cupboard. All the food and boxes were arranged in sizes, largest to smallest, and her cans were alphabetized. Only Liv could be OCD about her fucking food. Finding the pain meds and the coffee, I started a pot and then took Liv a bottle of water from the fridge and held out some medicine. When I reached the side of her bed, she opened her good eye, keeping a hand over the other.

“Meds,” I said, moving my hand in front of her. “Take them.”

She stared at my hand like it could bite her before she finally took them and the water, taking large swallows of the water.

“This is all your fault, you know.” She laid back down and closed her eyes again. My fingers clenched into tight fists at my side.

“How do you figure?”

She snorted. “Please. I’m back in this town for a few weeks and I’m attacked. How could it be anything but your fault? Or the clubs?” I watched her turn her head away from me and her body shivered slightly. It wasn’t from the cold. It was fear. I’d seen enough people terrified of me in my short life with the club to read the body signs when I saw them.

“Who did this to you?”

She shrugged a shoulder against her sheets.

“Liv,” I said more sternly. “Who did this to you?”

“I don’t know. But the man told me my boys had bit off more than they could chew and I had to tell them they were coming to collect. Or else he was coming back for me.”

Rage. It boiled inside of me from the depths of my gut and kept boiling until I thought it was going to bubble over. I placed my fists on the edge of her bed and leaned over her.

“Tell me,” I clipped harshly. I saw her flinch and tried to take a deep breath but I couldn’t. Who in the fuck would threaten Olivia? Anyone who knew shit knew she’d left the club and town years ago. She wouldn’t know dick about us. “Tell me exactly what he said to you.”

Swear to God, she rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to snap at her. And then I wanted to finish leaning down, close the space between us and kiss the ever loving shit out of her. Olivia had been my first girlfriend. My first kiss. My first time. I had promised her the world and then in one night, everything went to shit. She had run, I had taken my place where I needed to take it, and not a single fucking day had gone by where I wished I could go back and make her listen to me. Let me explain everything I was doing and why I was doing it.

“I just did, Daemon.”

My name rolled off her tongue sounding as sweet as it always did. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through my nose. It wasn’t to calm the anger still pulsing through my veins. It was to remind my dick to settle the fuck down. Liv in a bed in front of me, inches from me, and I couldn’t touch her. It was sweetness and torture at the same time.

I nodded and took a few steps back. “Pack a bag.”

Her mouth fell open. “What?”

“You heard me. Get up, pack a bag. You’re coming with me.”

Slowly, she sat up. I watched the sheet fall from her chest. She was in a t-shirt and shorts. I knew that because Doc had changed her when she was unconscious. I had wanted to bite his fingers off. But I still watched her chest rise and fall while she took long, slow breaths. She fisted the sheet in her lap for a beat before she threw it back and swung her legs to the floor.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She stomped to the kitchen. I watched her favor her left ankle so I closed the space between us, wrapped my hands around her biceps and picked her up.


About the Author


Amazon Bestselling Author of Just One Song and Just One Week, Don’t Lie to Me, and Remembering Us. I am a wife, a mom, and a writer. I can often be found curled up on the couch with a good book, or obsessively eating Skittles in a very complicated and organized manner. No joke.

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