Dingo – Book 1


Published by Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Meiling – All I’ve ever known was pain. My life has been far from a fairytale. No parents. No friends. Just an endless nightmare that I can’t wake from. Until the day a man offered me his hand and promised to keep me safe. I’ve never trusted anyone before, but there’s something about him. Maybe it’s insane, but I know he won’t hurt me, and when he puts his arms around me, for the first time in my life I feel loved.

Dingo – I’ve always had a soft spot for women and kids in trouble. One look at Meiling, and I knew I had to protect her at any cost. The beautiful girl with the wounded soul. After all she’s suffered, all I want is to make her smile, make her feel secure, and give her a chance to find happiness. But first, I need to take out the men and women responsible for hurting her. It might get ugly, and messy, but they don’t call me Dingo for nothing. I’m a crazy bastard and I won’t stop until she’s safe. I just didn’t count on falling for her along the way.

Warning: Meiling’s past isn’t pretty. Dingo and Meiling’s story deals with issues of human trafficking, bureaucratic corruption, and vigilante justice. This book contains darker themes that may trigger some readers.


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Does Dingo seem a little familiar to you? It’s because you’ve met him before, in Havoc (Devil’s Boneyard MC)!  He’s Jordan’s older brother who came to visit from Devil’s Fury.  Keep reading for a sneak peek from Dingo.





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Glitter covered me from head to toe, as well as oil and other fluids I’d just as soon not contemplate. My latest client zipped his pants, gave me a wink, and walked out. He threw some money on the table by the door without a backward glance.

Asshole. Then again, all men were as far as I was concerned.

My technical job title was exotic dancer for the Ruby Slipper. What that actually meant was stripping on stage, then whoring myself out after, and sometimes before. If I didn’t keep the customers happy, then Trotter would kick my ass out — right after he made sure he got reimbursed in any way he could for supposedly training me. That was a good one.

I didn’t even bother putting back on the tiny scraps of cloth that couldn’t remotely be considered clothing. I just grabbed the cash only to draw up short when I realized Trotter was leaning against the wall across from the door. The jackass. I handed the cash over, and when he gave me a twenty back — an entire twenty dollars for letting my customer stick his dick up my ass — I crumpled it in my fist and stormed off down the hall.

In the dressing room, I quickly washed off all the unpleasantness of my job and dressed in something sexy. Roxy, one of the other girls, had given me an excellent idea last night. I’d been a bit down, something I rarely let happen, and she’d suggested I find a protector. When I’d pointed out all the men in town frequented this place and were slimy, dear Rox said I needed to go visit the Devil’s Fury.

Word around town was that they liked easy pussy, and well… I was about easy as a woman could get. Not by choice, but that didn’t matter much now. I’d learned I could endure anything because I was a survivor. Once I’d thought I’d get out of the system and my life would change. Fucking hysterical. The only difference was I’d gone from one pimp to another. Having my face all over the damn Internet on porn sites wasn’t going to help me find my happy-ever-after. What upstanding citizen wanted a whore for a wife?

Tonight, things would be different. At the very least, I’d have a place to crash if I could convince one of the bikers to keep me all night, and maybe some food. I’d do just about anything for a hot meal and had, for that matter. I knew some of the girls stayed under lock and key with Trotter, but I’d honestly rather take my chances on the streets, and since I showed up every day for work, he didn’t seem to mind.

Although, there were times I had to wonder if he had someone watching me. It seemed like the type of dick move he’d make. Part of me wondered why he’d let me whore myself out for a place to sleep instead of making more money off me, but then, it seemed like the type of thing he would enjoy. Trotter liked it when we suffered, and humiliating us was always enjoyable for him.

I stepped out into the darkness and started walking. Didn’t have a car, or a place to live. I’d only been out on my own about five months — although time ran together, so it could have been longer, or shorter — and so far I wasn’t rockin’ the adulting thing. Not that I’d had any role models, not ones who would show me more than how to sell my body, drugs, or do other illegal shit.

The new-ish compound for the bikers wasn’t too terribly far from the Ruby Slipper, but walking in four-inch heels made it feel like I’d hiked for miles by the time I reached the gates. I had my large bag slung over my shoulder that had everything I owned, which wasn’t much, and I fully expected the jackass at the gate to dig through it. He eyed it a moment, then raked me over with his gaze from head to toe.

“You here to party?” he asked.

I winked and gave him a sexy smirk. “You know it.”

The guy chuckled and waved me through. I sashayed through the gates and up to the clubhouse. Music was pounding so loud I could hear it clearly through the closed door and windows. When I pushed my way inside, the thick smoke clinging to the air made my eyes sting as I squinted and tried to take it all in.


I blinked and jerked my head to the right, my jaw dropping as Beau came toward me, shoving his way through the crowd from the bar.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, his tone a little harsh as he glanced around.

And just like that, the heart I’d thought I didn’t have anymore broke in two. Of course. Me being here would embarrass him. If I’d known Beau was part of the Devil’s Fury, I’d have kept my distance. The fact I hadn’t seen him since he ran should have spoken volumes. I didn’t blame him for not coming back for me. And I didn’t blame him now for the frantic way he scanned the crowd, as if he were afraid someone would link the two of us together.

“I’m sorry, Beau. I didn’t know you were part of the Devil’s Fury. I wouldn’t have come if…” I swallowed hard.

Beau jolted forward, and a large man leered down at me. “Prospect, you know the rules. Patched members get the pussy first. Go tend the bar.”

The leather vest he wore said Scorpion on it. I assumed that was his name. He wasn’t bad-looking, not that looks had ever mattered to me. But this was Beau’s territory, and I needed to leave. Looked like I’d be sleeping in my usual spot after all.

“I was just leaving,” I said.

“Really?” asked Scorpion. “Because it looked to me like you just arrived. And, honey, I have plans for you.”

“I didn’t know that…” I glanced at Beau. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were flashing. Yeah. I needed to leave. Seeing me would be a painful reminder to him. Thankfully, he’d never know what happened after he left. It was a secret I intended to take to my grave.