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PAPERBACK. A Hell’s Jury MC romance novel by USA Today Bestselling Author Nikita Slater.

Trigger… it’s lust at first sight.

The moment I lay eyes on Evanee I know she’s it for me. She’s too posh, too confident, too complex and I’m too crass, too wild, too dangerous. She’s trying to break free from a pampered upbringing. I’m trying to escape a shitty past. It’s fireworks when we come together.

But our worlds clash and as we struggle to find a way to reconcile them, my enemies set their sights on Evanee.

When our world explodes, it becomes a race to find her before they kill her. Without her, my life means nothing.

Evanee… I know what I want, and I want him.

I’m a woman who knows what she’s about and I don’t pretend otherwise, but the first time I lay eyes on Trigger, my world tilts on its axis. I decide to embrace the violence and aggression he represents.

We’re so in lust that we don’t see the danger sneaking up on us, but when an enemy of Trigger’s destroys my world, I have no choice but to take matters into my own hands.

Trigger is my future, and no one tells me what I can or cannot have. Not even Trigger.

Trigger is the third book in the Hell’s Jury MC series. Each book in the series is completely standalone and can be read in any order. Trigger is a dark romance with scenes of sexuality and violence. Please read with caution.




“Name’s Trigger.”
She flits her gaze to my arms then back again. “Wow, now I know why you need those biceps.”
I snort a laugh, liking her way too fucking much. She’s all body, which makes it easy for me, but she comes with a personality too. That scares the shit out of me.
“Road name.” I wait for the inevitable reaction – terrified or immediately flirty.
She does neither. Instead, she picks a small white triangle out of her noodles with the chopsticks and delicately puts it into her mouth.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Trigger. I’m Evanee. Not a road name.”
Intriguing. “And you were knocking my name.”
She grins. “I know.” She waggles a long painted nail at me. “My self-defence.”
I grin and take a huge bite of my power bowl to do something with my hands other than adjust myself again. “What’s that shit you’re eating?” Her struggle to snag a long piece of noodle fascinates me.
She finally gets a grip on the slimy bugger only to have it slip away. “It’s called Phad Thai. One of my favourites.”
“How’re you going to get those noodles into your mouth?” I’m thinkin’ about that Lady and the Tramp show, picturing us eating the same noodle until our lips meet, which makes me wanna swallow her tongue.
She raises the noodle up to her mouth, tries to grab it with her little pearlies, but it slips again, this time dropping on the exposed mound of her milky breast.
Please, please, let me lick it off.
She picks it up with her long fingernails and slips it into her mouth, then licks her lips like she knows I’m putty in her hands. “I’m a train wreck, it’s unavoidable.”
“You’re the prettiest train wreck I’ve ever seen.” Lame, sure, but in my defense, I’m struck dumb by the goddess in front of me.
Her laughter tinkles in the air. “And how many train wrecks have you seen?”
I try to recover. “None as first class as you.”
She flushes, then turns her attention back to her pad-ti shit, fishing for another noodle. I watch in reverence for about 30 seconds before she realizes I’m staring.
She gives me quick raise of her eyebrows. “Want a bite?”

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