{"id":11307,"date":"2025-07-22T01:05:15","date_gmt":"2025-07-22T05:05:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=11307"},"modified":"2025-07-21T22:38:44","modified_gmt":"2025-07-22T02:38:44","slug":"teaser-tuesday-salvation-by-harley-wylde","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=11307","title":{"rendered":"Teaser Tuesday: Salvation by Harley Wylde"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Reckless Kings MC, Book 6<\/p>\n

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Motorcycle Club Romance<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n

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Date Published:<\/span><\/b> July 25, 2025<\/p>\n

Publisher: <\/b>Changeling Press<\/p>\n

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Is it friendship or something more? I think I\u2019m ready to find out.<\/i><\/div>\n
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Yulia — They call him Salvation, and that\u2019s exactly what
\nhe\u2019s been for me. I was only sixteen when he swept me up into his arms
\nand carried me out of hell. Things were so bad, all I wanted was to die. He
\nand his club, the Reckless Kings, they saved me. Salvation\u2019s never
\ntouched me, even though we\u2019re technically married, and he honestly has
\nenough on his plate already with a daughter who\u2019s badly scarred from an
\nexplosion. But we\u2019ve been together for eleven years now, and the older I
\nget, the more I want our marriage to be real.<\/div>\n

Salvation — Since the day Yulia came to live with me, I\u2019ve not once
\ncheated on her. She\u2019s legally my wife, and that\u2019s all that
\nmatters. Besides, my daughter, Clover, has kept me busy. Now Clover\u2019s
\nnearly an adult and I\u2019ve noticed the way Yulia looks at me when she
\nthinks I\u2019m not paying attention. But can we have a real marriage when
\nwe\u2019ve been nothing but friends all these years? It\u2019s too bad my
\nfamily has be to taken before I realize the answer to that question. Now
\nI\u2019ll do whatever it takes to get Clover and Yulia back, and I\u2019ll
\nsend their kidnappers straight to hell.<\/p>\n

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Warning: Salvation is intended for readers 18+ due to adult situations,
\nbad language, and violence. It can be read as a stand-alone, but the series
\nwill be enjoyed more if read in order. This is a slow-burn romance with steamy
\nscenes. There\u2019s no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA!<\/i><\/b><\/div>\n

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Excerpt<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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All rights reserved.<\/b><\/div>\n
Copyright \u00a92025 Harley Wylde<\/b><\/div>\n

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Yulia<\/i><\/p>\n

The wind whipped my hair across my face, stinging my eyes as I stood at
\nthe edge of the school grounds. My heart pounded, each beat a reminder of the
\nchoice before me. Memories flashed through my mind — cruel hands, mocking
\nlaughter, endless fear. I closed my eyes, willing the images away.<\/p>\n

This was it. The end. My fingers trembled as I gripped the knife tighter. Just
\none cut and it would all be over. No more pain. No more shame. I took a shaky
\nbreath. \u201cProsti menya, sestra,<\/i>\u201d I whispered. Forgive me, sister.
\n<\/i><\/p>\n

The blade glinted in the fading sunlight. So sharp. So final. I pressed it to
\nmy wrist.<\/p>\n

A roar split the air.<\/p>\n

My eyes snapped open. In the distance, a motorcycle engine growled, growing
\nlouder. Closer. I hesitated, the knife hovering above my skin. Who would come
\nhere? Why now? The engine\u2019s rumble filled my ears, drowning out the
\nfrantic beating of my heart. Despite myself, I turned toward the sound.<\/p>\n

A flicker of\u2026 something. Not quite hope. But curiosity. A momentary
\ndistraction from the abyss. I lowered the knife, just slightly. My mind raced.
\nShould I wait? See who it was? Or finish what I\u2019d started?<\/p>\n

The motorcycle drew nearer. Any moment now, it would crest the hill. I bit my
\nlip, indecision paralyzing me. The wind continued to howl around me, urging me
\nforward. But that sound\u2026 it called to me. Promising\u2026 what?<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n

For just a moment, my despair lifted. And in that moment, I chose to wait.<\/p>\n

The motorcycle crested the hill, its rider a dark silhouette against the
\nblazing orange sky. My breath caught in my throat. He was massive, all broad
\nshoulders and muscled limbs, his leather cut emblazoned with a patch I
\ncouldn\u2019t quite make out.<\/p>\n

He dismounted in one fluid motion, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy
\nthud<\/i>. My fingers tightened around the knife as he strode toward me, his pace
\nurgent but measured. \u201cEasy now, darlin\u2019,\u201d he called out, his
\nvoice a low rumble that carried on the wind. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you put
\nthat knife down?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head, taking a step back. \u201cStay away,\u201d I warned.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know you.\u201d<\/p>\n

He slowed his approach, hands raised placatingly. \u201cName\u2019s Hawk.
\nI\u2019m with the Reckless Kings. I was sent here to help. A few of my
\nbrothers are waiting nearby to make sure we don\u2019t run into
\ntrouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mind reeled. The Reckless Kings<\/i>? How did they know? Why would they care?
\n\u201cNo one can help,\u201d I whispered, more to myself than to him.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s too late.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hawk took another careful step forward. \u201cIt\u2019s never too late,
\nsweetheart. Trust me on that.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed, a bitter sound that surprised even me. \u201cTrust?<\/i> I don\u2019t
\neven know what that means anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

His gaze met mine. \u201cThen let me show you. Just\u2026 put the knife
\ndown. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hand trembled. Part of me wanted to believe him, to grasp at this lifeline
\nhe was offering. But the fear, the pain of the past years, it all threatened
\nto drown me. \u201cI can\u2019t,\u201d I choked out. \u201cYou don\u2019t
\nunderstand what he did to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hawk\u2019s expression softened. \u201cMaybe not exactly. But I\u2019ve
\nseen enough pain in this world to recognize it. You\u2019re not alone, Yulia.
\nNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

My name on his lips startled me. How did he know? Who sent him?<\/i><\/p>\n

As if sensing my thoughts, he added, \u201cYour sister\u2019s worried sick.
\nShe asked us to find you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears welled in my eyes. \u201cOksana?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hawk nodded. \u201cShe loves you. Let us help. Let me take you somewhere
\nsafe.\u201d<\/p>\n

The knife slipped in my grasp, my resolve wavering\u2026 The knife clattered
\nto the ground, and my legs gave out. I crumpled, expecting to hit the cold
\nearth. Instead, strong arms caught me, steadying me against a broad chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got you,\u201d Hawk murmured, his voice a low rumble.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re safe now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I trembled, my body wracked with silent sobs. Years of pent-up fear and pain
\npoured out of me as Hawk held me, his grip firm but gentle. \u201cCan you
\nwalk?\u201d he asked after a moment.<\/p>\n

I nodded weakly, not trusting my voice. Hawk kept an arm around me as he
\nguided me toward his motorcycle. The machine loomed before us, all gleaming
\nchrome and sleek lines. \u201cEver ridden before?\u201d Hawk asked, swinging
\nhis leg over the seat.<\/p>\n

I shook my head, eyeing the bike warily. \u201cNyet<\/i>\u2026 no.\u201d<\/p>\n

He extended his hand. \u201cFirst time for everything. Hold on tight,
\nokay?\u201d<\/p>\n

With shaking fingers, I grasped his hand and climbed on behind him. The
\nleather of his cut was smooth under my palms as I wrapped my arms around his
\nwaist. I heard three more motorcycles and noticed the men were also from the
\nReckless Kings.<\/p>\n

\u201cReady?\u201d Hawk called over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cDa,\u201d I whispered, tightening my grip.<\/p>\n

The engine roared to life, vibrating through my entire body. We took off, the
\nworld blurring around us as we sped away from the school grounds. Away from my
\nnightmares.<\/p>\n

I pressed my face against Hawk\u2019s back, the wind whipping my hair. Part
\nof me still couldn\u2019t believe this was real. That I was escaping. That
\nsomeone had come for me. \u201cWhere are we going?\u201d I shouted over the
\nengine\u2019s rumble.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomewhere safe,\u201d Hawk called back. \u201cOur compound.
\nYou\u2019ll be protected there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Protected. The word sent a shiver through me — of fear or hope, I
\nwasn\u2019t sure.<\/p>\n

As we rode into the gathering darkness, I clung to Hawk, to this stranger
\nwho\u2019d become my unexpected savior. My mind raced with questions, with
\ndoubts. But for now, I let the roar of the engine drown out my thoughts,
\nfocusing only on the road ahead and the promise of safety it held.<\/p>\n

Tears stung my eyes, instantly whisked away by the biting wind. My chest ached
\nwith each ragged breath, emotions churning like a storm inside me. Gratitude
\nand terror warred for dominance.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay back there?\u201d Hawk\u2019s voice barely reached me over
\nthe engine\u2019s roar.<\/p>\n

I nodded against his back, not trusting my voice. My fingers dug into the
\nleather of his cut, anchoring me to this surreal moment.<\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances.
\nWith an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her
\nreaders in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works
\nexude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a
\nsatisfying note each time.<\/p>\n

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
\nplotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
\nShe has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
\nVisit Wylde’s website to learn more about her works and upcoming events, and
\ndon’t forget to sign up for her newsletter to receive exclusive discounts and
\nother exciting perks.<\/p>\n

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Author on Facebook, Instagram, & TikTok: @harleywylde<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

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Publisher on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok: @changelingpress<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Save 15% off any order at ChangelingPress.com with code RABT15<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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