"This was a great read and although I shouldn't have liked Holden to begin with but I did because I felt his pain and understood he was lost in the sorrow of his bad decisions. He had to hit rock bottom before he could make things right. It made it real for me."

- Anne Citro, Goodreads Reviewer

"This book has a lot of twists. Some you may see coming, but not all. Zparkki did well in keeping a lot under wraps so things will blow up in your face in the end."

- Kristin Campbell, Goodreads Reviewer

Excerpt
By the time I pulled up to the clubhouse, it was late in the afternoon. I hadn’t been back to the club since I had manipulated Cathy, and just my luck, who was the first person I saw? Yup, Cathy.
She had neglected to tell me that other little fact about Roc. Like, not only had he knocked up a hang-around, he had also knocked up a girl young enough to be his own daughter. Shannon was considered family. What the fuck was going on?
“Hey, handsome. I haven’t seen you in these parts in a while.” Cathy tried to sweet talk as she leaned over the bar.
I blasted straight past her and into the surveillance room where Techie spent most of his time. However, when I swung the door open, the office was empty. Where the fuck was he?
I looked over at the monitors to see a few motorcycles rolling in. I hadn’t really needed to look; I could hear their thundering pipes from a mile away. I took a closer look, though, to see who was dismounting the bikes. I watched as each one took off their helmets
Titus, Techie, Cross, and Roc. Fuckin’ Roc.|
I turned around and stormed out of the office as the four men made their way inside.
“Hey, man, you’re here,” Techie said cheerfully as he led the pack in.
“You fuckin’ piece of shit!” As I balled my hands into fists, I quickened my pace, knowing I had to come at him running for this hit to have any impact. I landed a solid punch to his jaw that sent him falling against the bar and Cathy jumping back.
Roc regained his footing and came back at me, hitting me square in the jaw. I flew through the air and landed on a small table that crumbled beneath me. His hit obviously had much more of an impact than mine.
I turned on my hands and knees to get back up, when a boot to my gut had me rolling over, coughing.
“Come on, you little shit; you want to play with the big boys? Get up!” Roc roared as he continued to lambaste me. “You think I didn’t see you stalking us in the park today, and then standing outside Shannon’s place? You’re no better than that dead, stalking fiancé of hers.”
I had no chance against Roc—he was going to bust me up—but comparing me to that fuckin’ nut had been a grave mistake. The rage he had incited had me attacking again, tackling Roc against the bar, trying my damnedest to get a couple good hits in. I might not be able to break his ribs, but I would be satisfied with a few bruised ones.
Then Titus and Cross got ahold of Roc while Techie pulled me back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Techie yelled at me.
“Why don’t you ask Papa Roc there?”
All the boys looked over to Roc.
“Why don’t you tell them, Roc? Tell them who you knocked up now. Tell them!” I was the one shouting while Roc remained calm.

  Holden’s Regrets Playlist

 Hiding My Heart - Adele

Monster - Skillet

Bad Girlfriend - Theory of a Deadman

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow original by Carol King - Nora Jones

Tangled Up in You - Stain

Simple Man – Shinedown, original by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Different for Girls - Dierks Bentley

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - Big & Rich

You and Me - Lighthouse

Perfect - Ed Sheeran

Marry Me - Thomas Rhett

You Should Be Here - Cole Swindell

Little Did You Know - Alex & Sierra

Better Man - Coffee Anderson

Better Together - Jack Johnson

Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur

Piece - Red

Tell Her You Love Her - Echosmith

 
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