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Her Ride (Men of Valor MC) Read Free ROSEThey say blood's thicker than water, but they also say the grass is always greener...Should I stay or should I go?Sure, I need my dad, somewhere to live. But I don't need to be mixed up in the mess he's got himself into. Taking police bribes and faking taxes for dealers and meth labs?I'm out. I won't have a part in it. I can't.But how can I save dad from the cops, from himself and that whole world?What I need is a knight in shining armor. My go-to fantasy when reality bites.Oh, I know it's stupid, but a girl can dream.I know he's out there, somewhere, and if I ever thought I needed him, whoever he is, I need him now more than ever.Help me stranger, wherever you are. Come rescue me and help me save my dad too. I'll do whatever you want.And I mean, anything.THORNEvery rose has its thorn and every dark night has its dawn.This Thorn's never found his rose though.Probably never will.And I know a thing or two about dark nights. Seen plenty of those, alone. I'm a lone wolf, flying solo but the club's my air.The MC is the only tribe I have, all the family.All the trust I need.With the club's work, we're cleaning up Valor. Giving the town some of its own namesake back with our own. But when I see yet another younger girl, thumb out and hitching a ride in the fading evening light, I wonder if we're doing enough.I never thought it could happen.Not to me anyway. Feeling her warmth pressed up against the back of me. Her hands around my waist."What's your name?" I ask her. "Rose," she answers shyly.The low rumble of my ride underneath both of us. A sly grin curls my lip as I look up in silent thanks.Looks like this thorn's just found his rose after all.Her ride.My Rose.Mine. *************** Chapter One Rose About half an hour. That’s all it took. Without even trying I’ve turned my whole life upside down and now I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I can’t stay and I know once I go, I can’t come back. My dad. He’s my whole world. He’s also the one thing in Valor that’s home for me, as well as being my best friend. But the change in him lately has been so quick, and now that I know what he’s done I can’t go back. We’ve never fought, but lately, it’s all we do and today… tonight was the last straw. Walking to who knows where I fight back tears as my mind echoes the final hurtful things he said to me. The moment I knew my dad had turned. He’s working for them now. For weeks now he’s been working all hours. Not his usual habit working for the tax department. He sleeps until noon now and is most often out all night, sometimes not coming home for days at a time. I know he doesn’t drink or smoke, but washing his clothes, they reek of the stale tobacco and alcohol smell only seedy bars have. Tonight, after finding thick rolls of cash in his pockets I confronted him. Demanding the truth and almost wishing I hadn’t once I find out. “It’s none of your damned business,” he barked, snatching back the rolls of money. “Just a little side jo

Coal (Regulators MC 3) Read Free *************** Prologue ~Coal~ The pounding in my head continues to assault my ears. Chad’s party last night was epic, and my head is making sure to remind me of the good time I had. Bang. Bang. Thump. Thump. Bang. Thump. Bang. The rhythm is now unsteady. “Trevor, wake your ass up right the fuck now!” my dad yells in his Army Ranger voice that has me immediately up and at attention by my bed. Shit, why is my dad yelling? This tone is reserved for the major fuck-ups. Making my way toward the door, I don’t even bother to put on clothes. I exit in my boxers and am immediately met with the brick wall that is my dad. We are about the same height and of similar build. Only, my dad has seen war, has the scars, and quite honestly, he scares the shit out of me. “Turn around and put some clothes on. Then you get downstairs and face the shitstorm you’ve caused. Two minutes, or I’ll drag you down and let them see you in your naked glory. I don’t give a damn.” He gives me a slight shove back into my room while my vision blurs and the chalky taste in my mouth makes me wish I had time to grab a glass of water. His instructions were clear and precise. I won’t press my luck with the Ranger. Quickly tossing on my sweats and a T-shirt, I then rush downstairs. There is no way I’m going to be any longer than necessary, not with the mood he is in this morning. No, sir. Halfway down the stairs, I stop in my tracks. The sight in front of me is like a punch to my hangover. I already want to puke my guts out. My girlfriend Amber stands at the bottom of the staircase with tears in her eyes and her parents flanking her. The girl I have spent every spare moment with for the last few months doesn’t look like the lively, beautiful young woman I’m used to seeing. No, she looks a mess, hurt, broken, and … Could it possibly be she’s ashamed? Her mother’s eyes are swollen from crying, and her father … his face is murderous. What the hell is going on? I shake my head, trying to sort out why they are here. Why my girlfriend looks like the world has crumbled at her feet. More so, why she’s brought this to my doorstep. “Trevor,” my father barks harshly, making me jump while I complete my descent and hit the bottom step. “Ass. Couch. Now,” he commands before looking at Amber’s family. “Mr. and Mrs. Bridges, Amber, please head into the living room so we can address this matter.” Matter? What could be wrong? I haven’t seen Amber in three days. She said she had the flu. I sit while my mind races. We have been dating for six months. Three weeks ago, she finally gave it up at a party at her best friend, Kiki’s, house. Nothing has seemed out of the ordinary. We haven’t had much time together. I know I was drunk, she was drunk, so it wasn’t some romantic thing. In fact, once I got inside her tight pussy, I had to fight not to blow my load with the first thrust. I didn’t last long, but I told her next time would be better. I tried to make it good. I even held

Ice (Regulators MC 1) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 Ice “Suck harder. Right there… Fuck yeah, that’s it.” The half-naked platinum blonde kneeling in front of me sucks dick like a damn champ. “Shit! Dammit, Dad!” my teenage daughter, Brooke, suddenly shrieks from across the living room while covering her eyes with her hands. Her voice immediately kills my hard on. Pushing the bimbo off me, I stand to pull up my pants, wincing as I tuck my still sensitive cock away. I move forward to go find my daughter, who is not supposed to be home today. The blonde paws at me as I go to make my way past her. I would have preferred it if she would have run her mouth and taken off; instead, she is pouting at me because we didn’t finish. I wish Brooke could have just given me five more minutes to get off. Then I could have gotten rid of the broad on her knees. Tossing this barfly out the door would be a hell of a lot easier then. “Get out. I’m done with ya,” I dismiss her, tired of the sulking look on her face. Damn woman, take a hint already. With a huff, she rights her clothes, collects her things, and scurries out. After making my way down the hall, of my not so modest home, I bark a sardonic laugh when I turn the knob to my daughter’s room and find it locked. “Open this door, young lady,” I order, in what comes out as a bellow. We have danced this dance on more than one occasion. “Sorry, I’m busy searching for the eye bleach. I can’t unlock the door right now, check back later.” “Don’t make me kick it in. You want to go without a door again? Don’t traumatize us both. I don’t want to pass by and see you in your skivvies any more than you want me to… or worse, for Hammer to catch you.” I am hoping like hell she listens. Last time, I took the damn door right off the frame. Later on, I wished I hadn’t, though. It ended up punishing me as much as her when I had to listen to that boy band garbage she calls music. Within seconds, I hear her feet stomping over. There is a click, a turn of the knob, and then my one true love in this life glaring at me. The door may have won the first round, but this victory is mine. Having a teenager, I have learned to celebrate every win, no matter how small. “Brooke, what the fuck have I told you about your mouth? Young ladies shouldn’t cuss! It makes you sound like a damn delinquent.” I chastise for her mouth when she first walked in. She was supposed to be at an afterschool study group. Teenagers, never following their damn schedules. “Yeah, Dad, real good speech you’re givin’. Father of the year material, you are.” “Don’t you get smart with me,” I say, knowing it is falling on deaf ears, not that I should be surprised. My mom did always liked to rub it in my face that Brooke gets her stubbornness from me. “Anyways”—her tone is just as sharp as before—“now that you’ve kicked the dog out, what are we doin’ for dinner?” That is Brooke: my sixteen-year-old daughter, my life, my world, and my eternal pain in the ass. If her mom

Hard Ride (Men of Valor MC) Read Free *************** 1 Gage “For God’s sake, what the fuck is Nova doing dancing on the bar?” I ask Rock as we walk into the Midnight Oil Bar. He’s not here for a long time, just for a good time, then he’ll be gone. Rock isn’t one for staying in one place long. Not like I can blame the man. There’s nothing better than riding your bike with no destination in mind. “I take it she’s yours.” I hear the mirth in his tone. Nova thinks she’s not mine, but she is, and everyone knows it. Except her. That girl is more of a hellion than my three nieces, and they’re all under the age of eight. How my sister does it, especially with her husband still stationed overseas, I have no clue. “Yeah, she’s fucking mine,” I grunt, my eyes never leaving Nova. Her short but lithe body is a foot shorter than my six-foot two stature. “No shit.” Rock shakes his head, ambling to the bar at the corner, leaving me a spot near where Nova is shaking her ass all over the place. Fucking hell. That dark hair of hers is hanging loosely down to her lower back, braids woven throughout it. Those deep blue eyes are lined thickly with eyeliner and mascara, but the rest of her face is makeup free, showing off the freckles that are gathered along her nose, spreading outward to her cheeks. I take my seat, her long legs right in front of me. My hands slide up, wrapping my hands around her ankles, gliding up. She still doesn’t stop moving. Nope, not this wild one. Nova lowers her body, sitting on her heels, trapping my hands beneath her thighs. “No touching the staff, Gage.” Damn, her voice sounds soft and smokey, like she had a few drags of the pack of cigarettes I keep in the front of my shirt pocket. “It’s not a strip club, Nova. And don’t think just because you haven’t figured your shit out, that you’re not mine.” Even with the tight fit, I still move my hands away, grab her by that perfect peach of an ass, and pull her into my lap. “No way, Gage. The moment there’s a you and me, I know what will happen. There’ll be no job for me here, and there’s no way I’ll ever depend on any man. My daddy didn’t raise an idiot.” That doesn’t stop her from grinding down on my lap, or her hands from fisting in my hair. “You dance again, you dance for me, at my place or in my room at the clubhouse. You want to keep your job, you keep it. Not gonna have my woman dancing on bar tops, though, not with an ass like yours. It sends the wrong message, and I’ll be damned if I come here and find some old fuck eyeing you like you’re his next meal.” The cut-off shorts she’s wearing are doing nothing to stop my hands from massaging the cheeks of her ass while she still uses her body to rub against mine. “We’ll just see about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, some of us have to work. We can’t all ride on a bike and make money that way.” I move my hands reluctantly even though what I’d really like is to let her ride my cock until she comes. “Yeah, star, we’ll see about that. You and I b

Swing (Tidals & Anchors MC 1) Read Free *************** Prologue This wasn’t supposed to end like this. I was a goddamn outlaw in the most feared motorcycle club in the five surrounding states and here I was fucking tied to a chair, bleeding from the head, and eyes blindfolded, wondering when it was finally going to be over. No one had come to try and save me and no one even probably knew I was missing. I had days like this when I would disappear until I felt like being seen again and they were okay with it, because I was their best Dealer of Havoc and they knew that after some jobs, I needed space. I’m Nero fucking Rader; I’m not supposed to be a victim. The worst part of all of this was having the sinking feeling that it was a set up. My brothers in Tidals & Anchors Motorcycle Club, one or all of them, arranged this little coup, but I couldn’t get my assailants to tell me who. Any time they asked me a question about a club secret, I would ask them who it was that set me up. Every response was a chuckle or a laugh, never a name. The almost as worst part of this was that I could almost swear that my assailant was only one person. Someone who had a white mask over their face so I couldn’t see them before they blindfolded me, but by the body shape; the frame, the height, I knew it was a woman. To say the least, I was fucking humiliated that I had been taken down by a woman, but I knew it had to be something personal if she was this committed to what she was doing to me. The brassy taste that was in my mouth was starting to overwhelm me, so I spit out some blood and sat back against the chair. I hadn’t heard her footsteps in a while, but I knew that didn’t mean she was gone. She would often lurk in the shadows, if there were any, and just watch me. I couldn’t see it, but I would feel her eyes on me. “Come on, bitch. Get it over with,” I grunted. A chuckle was the response. Again. Every damn time I said anything, it was some form of laughter that greeted my ears. I wondered if the point was to make me crazy before taking me out. This was well too planned out for me to even think I’d be getting out of this alive. I took a deep breath and held myself as upright as I could when I heard her hop down off of whatever the hell it was she had been sitting on. I listened as the sound of something metal dragged along the table before it stopped, being replaced by the sound of her footsteps toward me. In an instant, I felt the edge of the knife she was slowly starting to twist into my stomach. I grit my teeth and refused to scream out in pain. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. That wasn’t who I was. I dealt this shit out to people that deserved it and because I was damn sure I didn’t, I wouldn’t give in. I wouldn’t cry out and I wouldn’t die. Not here. Not like this. The one thing that was going to keep me alive through this was seeing the look on her face when she knew that she had failed and the looks on the faces of all of my brothers when I walked

Filthy (Diamondback MC 5) Read Free *************** Prologue Fallon “I didn’t come this far to only come this far.” That’s the mantra I keep repeating over and over while I’m sitting in this place. I swore I would do anything to avoid being here again. That’s why a little over a year ago, I packed what I could into my old small SUV. Old Faithful is what I like to call her. She’s been with me since I got my first job out of college. Those days are gone, as well as the job I loved so much. It was worth it to leave it behind. My family, not so much. It took one too many trips to the emergency room, a plethora of excuses, and a nurse to look me dead in the eye, telling me if I didn’t get out of the situation I was in, the next time I came in, I’d more than likely be worse, if not dead. The nice lady basically drilled that into my head, and not in a mean way, but in a nurturing ‘she didn’t want to see it happen to anyone’ type of way. A long and never-ending overnight hospital stay later, I drove myself back to where I lived with Brad. The jacked-up ribs he left me with, along with a black eye and an aching jaw, be damned. I wasn’t home, that much I knew. The one good quality about Brad was that he always kept a job, even with the beatings he gave me. I’m just the idiot who stayed entirely too long thinking I could change a man. Newsflash, you can’t. It didn’t take me long to pack my clothes into my car, grab a few personal items and documents I knew would be necessary. I’ll never forget the day my parents opened the door. When I arrived at their house, my mother’s hand flew to her mouth, holding in a silent scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. My father, the stoic one, said a few choice words, turned on his heel, and was headed to where I knew he kept his shotguns. It took me running after him, in pain, for him to stop, my arms wrapped around his middle. My mom came to my side. It was a hard day. There was a lot of talking, a lot of crying, and a shit ton of planning. Brad wasn’t an idiot. His family is wealthy, and he has the local cops in his back pocket, which is why after I attempted to report what happened the first time, and it got shut down, I kept my head down, made excuses, and used plenty of makeup to hide the bruises. This time, he went too far. There was no way I would stay. My mother, the blessing that she is, always told me to keep money out for myself, in a separate bank account, something my father instilled in her early on in their marriage. In his mind anything could happen, and he wanted her to have a sense of independence too. So, with their blessing, after my dad took my car to fill up the tank, picked me up a new prepaid cell phone, trashing the other in the river miles and miles away, I left my parents, knowing it would be hard for all of us to cope. And who knows of the repercussions it could cause them once Brad found out I left. “You sure didn’t.” Doc walks into the emergency room I was placed in. Just when you think th

Wild (Diamondback MC 2) Read Free *************** “Thinking of you keeps me awake. Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive.” – Unknown Prologue Persephone Kyle Landers is supposed to be the love of my life. Ha, that’s funny. He’s also the one who has put me in a situation I’m not sure I see myself getting out of. I knew better than to trust the handsome man in a suit, a prestigious attorney—or so I thought, he’s more of a slime ball covered in expensive fabric. The way he swept me off my feet with one glance a year ago during the hardest and most devastating season of my life, I thought it was a dream come true. Him being an attorney should have been a warning sign. My father, a known judge in the circuit, taught me to be wary of them. He should know. He was one at a point in his life. My father wanted better for me. I didn’t know any better because my father was just that, a devoted husband and father. Clearly, I didn’t listen. I was so lost in my grief, any sort of reprieve seemed like a good enough thing for me. He came into the law office where I was working as a paralegal. See what I mean? I even went into the same industry as my father. Kyle asked me out, and the idiot I’ve clearly become went with open arms. One minute, you’re living a normal happy life, parents so in love with each other that you know for a fact it’s what you’ll strive for when you meet that special someone. The next, they’re being taken away from you so violently that it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your body. My parents died because some idiot thought their car was worth more than their lives, along with the few possessions they had on them. The worst feeling in the world is waking up and answering the door to see a police officer who gives you the news that both of your parents have been taken from this world. I disappeared into my own head and issues, missing my parents with everything that I am. That’s when Kyle entered my life, literally swooped in, picked me up when I was down. But that wasn’t all he was doing. Little did I know. “You’re so stupid, Persephone,” I grumble out loud. It’s not like anyone can hear me, let alone see me. You see, when you start questioning that supposed love of your life about the comings and goings of certain things, things that I’m still trying to wrap my head around, when you start to see the truth, the lies, the whispers, the mask slowly loses its shield, and when I put two and two together, that’s when my life changed. I take that back. I’ve known for months now that shit wasn’t right. Kyle slowly stopped coming to our shared apartment at night. I’d fall asleep alone, wake up alone, go to work, and he’d still be gone the next day. I wasn’t in love with him, I knew it because when he was gone, it’s not like I missed him with excruciating pain. I didn’t, but what I needed to know was what I heard him whispering about on the phone on the rare occurrences he was home. All it took was some snooping

Falling for the Dragon (Black Mountain Bikers 2) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 Bars of a Feather Jayda Oliver walked into her public bar and smiled. She and the other four women had worked long and hard, pouring all their pooled resources along with some blood, sweat, and tears into opening this unique bar in the small town of Mallory in Tennessee. It was with a sense of pride that she walked in today. It was opening day and they had planned for this for the last month. Placing ads, distributing flyers, and buying ad space in every outlet they could find and afford for more than a month. Mallory was situated in a mountainous area between two larger cities in Tennessee. That meant The Hideaway would attract business from both bigger cities and the small town of Mallory. The restrictions and taxes were less burdensome in Mallory compared to the other cities, too, which paved the way for more profit for the women. For now, it was only Jayda and her four friends who would be running the bar. Later, when the business proved itself profitable, they would hire a few employees. Jayda didn’t lock the doors when she entered even though The Hideaway wouldn’t be open for another six hours because Jazmyn, Madison, Tavia, and Pepper would arrive any minute now. Last minute preps to get set up and a little pre-opening celebration would keep them busy until at least five that evening. Six o’clock was the grand opening. They would remain open until three the next morning—if there were still any customers at that time. The other four women all entered together having been on the same mission. Their laughter echoed through the bar as Jayda set up the five shot glasses for them and the one extra for the spirit of luck, which they always toasted with the first drink of their day together. The little ritual had started way back in college when they had done it as a joke before studying for an exam. The next day, with hangovers, all five of the friends had passed their exams. Jayda wasn’t sure when they started actually believing that their ritual brought them success and luck, but now, even she believed it. So, they never broke the ritual. Today would be no different in that respect. “Did you succeed, my ladies?” Jayda asked as she poured the liquor into the shot glasses carefully. Pepper said, “Did we ever? Oh, my god, Jayda. You have no idea what you missed.” “I’ve been to that bar before, Pepper. Remember? I’m the one who gave you directions to Harley Heaven.” Jayda grinned. Madison interjected, “Drake Carter. Did you ever meet him?” Madison pulled her shot to her. “No, just Trigger and Daric. They were the two there the day I went. It was a dead hour so I guess they didn’t need anyone else around. My lord, those two were big and brawny enough that I can’t imagine needing to worry about anything if they’re there.” Laughing, Pepper reiterated, “You have no idea what you missed. Those guys are so hot they could melt my tattoos right off my skin with a touch. M

Trigger Happy (Black Mountain Bikers 3) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 Madison flipped her now-dry hair forward over her shoulders, inspecting the new platinum silver color. Deciding that she loved the color, she commenced with her makeup application for the evening. She didn’t have to work for the next three nights. After working six nights a week for the last six months, she was more than ready for a break. The Hideaway was wonderful, and she and her friends had made more money in the last six months than ever before, but Madison was tired and running on a creative low like never before. As a sculptor, she had made very little money, but that was her first love. There was precious little need for sculptures in the bar and night club industry so she’d found. The three days off would give her enough time to maybe re-ignite her creativity. Sculpting was her way of dealing with stress, unwinding. And it was a great form of self-expression. She’d been sculpting since high school. Though Madison’s mother had encouraged the hobby and had enjoyed the dark subject matter, her father did not approve. He had told Madison that she needed to choose subject matter more fitting for a lady’s work. Madison had laughed the first time he said that. How far outdated were his ideals about the world? He had made sure that his rebellious daughter didn’t laugh when he told her something again. That had been the worst whipping she’d ever had. Later that night, as Madison had lain in her bed, all her tears dried, the welts from the belt still burning, she had decided that it would be the last time a man would force her to behave a certain way just to please him. She had cut her long hair into a short, spiked, punk-do because her father had forced her to let her hair grow long because that was his idea of how a woman’s hair should look. She had braided a thick strand to save as a memento of the occasion and that braid still hung from the rearview mirror her VW van. So far, no man since had forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Not only had she continued to use dark subject matter for her sculpting, it had taken an even darker turn, she gladly suffered the consequences with her father, refusing to let him see her cry. The pieces became larger and more violent until one day, Madison’s father packed up all her sculpting tools and materials and had them locked in a storage unit on the other side of town. Madison had moved out six months later, still unable to give a man so much power over her life. When she got into college the following fall, she had called her mother. Both parents were thrilled for her, but when she’d told them that her minor was to do with sculpting, her father had hung up his phone, breaking the happy conference call and leaving his two wayward women to chat another half-hour. Sometimes Madison missed her father throughout her college career, but mostly she studied, partied, and sculpted whatever she took a notion to sculpt. That’s when

Hammer (Regulators MC 2) Read Free *************** Prologue ~Hammer~ The clouds float above as the sun shines brightly on an already awesome day. Today, I made the cut. At fourteen years old, I’m the only freshman to make the varsity football team. Tossing the ball in the backyard with my dad as the light shines down on us both only adds to the euphoria of the day. It is a good day, and I’m glad my dad is here to share it with me since he is gone so often. “Ethan, son, there may come a time when I won’t be here.” He begins the same speech we have had multiple times over the years. It takes everything I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. I try to take him seriously, but come on. He’s my dad; he isn’t going anywhere. When I was little, I told him that he was stronger than a superhero when he wears his camouflage uniform. In a way, I still think he’s indestructible. He would not have come this far in his military career if he didn’t know what he was doing. He continues on, unaware of the fact that I started to tune him out. The same sentence I have heard time and time again plays on from him. “If something happens to me, you’ll have to be the man of the house. Always be there for your mom and take care of your brother.” These are so not the things I want to think about. Wanting my dad’s approval, though, I immediately give him my word. “You can count on me, sir.” My reply is full of pride and laced in the naivety of a teen boy without a single care in the world. For a second, though, I pause before throwing the football back to him. The look on his face is worried in the way parents get when they think you aren’t doing chores or homework. “Just remember, son, actions speak louder than words.” Man, my dad is a freaking worry wart. I know his concern comes from a place of love. He’s just trying to make sure my mom, brother, and I will be all right if something ever happens to him. Spreading an easy grin across my face, I launch the ball back at my father. “No worries, old man. I’ve learned from the best.” Half his mouth tilts up in a grin, and I know he got my message. He’s the one who has taught me everything there is to being a man, and as far as I’m concerned, my dad is the best man I will ever know. Of course, nothing will actually happen to my dad until he is old and gray, so this conversation isn’t really necessary. Regardless, if it makes him feel better for me to agree to step in, fine, I will go along with it. Of course, I know the only thing I really need to worry about happening is if my dad will be able to help me find a comfortable jock strap. No guy wants to feel like his nuts are being strangled when he is in the middle of a game. ~Three Years Later~ Senioritis is a real condition; just ask me. I certainly suffer from it. After barely passing last semester, I’m counting down the four months left until graduation. I spend half of my school day staring out the windows, thinking about what I am going to do when I am finally free of

Wheels of Fire Read Free *************** Chapter One Chaser Sometimes the path to harmony isn’t in the doing of stuff, it’s in the undoing of the things that leave you unbalanced. The releasing of the people hanging around your neck. The albatrosses who drag you under. It’s a lesson I should’ve learned a long time ago. Instead, thanks to my druggie bandmates, I’m sitting in an austere six by eight cell. With no idea whether Andrew is alive or not. Fear digs the deepest graves. That's why I'm keeping mine in check. I’m innocent. This is all a big mistake. I’ll be out soon. “Adams!” an officer shouts. Please let that be someone coming to their damn senses and letting me out of here. I stand and wait by the cell door. The officer approaches, almost apologetically. “I gotta cuff you.” I hold my wrists out as he slides the gate open. “Do what you gotta do.” “Lot of us are fans,” he says in a low voice as he walks me through the corridors. “Thanks.” What the hell else do I say? You’d think growing up in an MC, I’d have a healthy hatred of law enforcement. And I do, to a certain extent. But my father always impressed upon me the importance of showing respect until it’s no longer an option. Law enforcement’s just doing their job. The grim vibe of the building doesn’t improve as I’m led away from the cells, down a corridor with painted cinderblock walls. All windowless and free of decoration. We stop outside a small room. Inside, a square metal table is bolted to the floor. A crabby-faced detective waits to interrogate me on the other side. He scowls as the other officer walks me to a chair. The guy is most definitely not a fan. Once we’re alone, he sits forward. “Let’s go over your story again, Mr. Adams.” “This is ridiculous.” I spread my hands on the table in front of me. “Test me for gunshot residue.” “You seem to know an awful lot about the process.” I roll my eyes. “While you’re wasting time busting my balls, the person who actually shot my friend is running around free.” “You and Andrew Lane are friends?” “Yes.” Most of the time I want to kill the guy but I haven’t made a serious attempt, yet. It’s probably better to keep those sentiments to myself. “A number of witnesses say you had an argument yesterday. Over your girlfriend.” “She and Andrew had a mild disagreement. We resolved it. Hell, I played on stage with Andrew last night.” “Another witness says you threatened to shoot Mr. Lane a few nights ago.” “Bullshit.” One of the only “witnesses” was Alvin and there’s no way he’d rat me out to anyone. Jacob and Garrett technically didn’t see anything. I can’t imagine the girl Andrew brought on the bus spilling the story so fast. And Mallory would never talk to the cops. That leaves someone who wants to feel important spreading second or third-hand information. “So you didn’t threaten to shoot him?” “We get into disagreements all the time. We’re a bunch of guys on the road cooped up on tour buses.”

A Very Cerberus Christmas (Cerberus MC) Read Free *************** A Very Cerberus Christmas is a 45,000-word novel featuring Micah "Snake" Cobreski. Chapter 1 Lucy I’ve ignored a lot over the years. It’s a skill I mastered long before I got out of high school. Okay, maybe ignored isn’t the right word. Maybe I’ve learned to not be affected by things is a better way to explain myself because I definitely see the stares each day when I pull up to the school in my ten-year-old car. I notice the cringes on the other parents’ faces and the way they lean their heads in to gossip with moms on the PTA when they see me coming. My child is well behaved, gets good grades, and is very helpful. He’s kind and courteous to other kids and always has a smile on his face. He’s gracious and sweet. And he’s still that kid. The child parents warn their kids to stay away from. He’s poor. His clothes aren’t designer. Our car isn’t shiny and new. He’s carrying the same backpack in first grade that he carried last year in kindergarten. It’s as if the parents are afraid if their children acknowledge him, his poverty is going to rub off on them and their investments will take a hit overnight. It doesn’t matter how awesome my child is, he’s never going to be accepted because of my income level. If I could change it, I would, but short of winning the lottery, it’s not going to happen. I can’t even afford to play, and I’d never gamble away the little money we have on chance. I give my little guy a huge genuine smile when my old clunker pulls up next in line. The teacher frowns when she sees me. She has to take extra caution to walk him around to the driver’s side of my car to help him in because the rear passenger door doesn’t open. “Have a good day,” she says with little sincerity before walking away, her head shaking as she looks at the other teachers helping with car pickup. Harley smiles from the back seat, his cheeks pink from standing in the cold, waiting to be picked up. “Hey, buddy. How was your day at school?” “Amazing! Did you notice my new jacket?” “I did,” I say. The jacket isn’t exactly new, and I was waiting for him to mention it, wondering how he was going to react before speaking on it, but true to form, my child always finds the positive in everything. “It has a pocket on the inside, but don’t worry, I won’t try to sneak a car to school in it.” He cuts his eyes out the window in a way that tells me I may have to check his pockets each morning. The school-donated jacket is just another slap in the face, just another way for the school to tell me I’m a bad mother without actually coming out and saying those exact words. I’ve never sent my child to school hungry or cold. I’d go without before that ever happened, and I have, more than once, but sending him to school in layers to accomplish what he needs to stay warm must be just as bad a thing as nothing at all. I sent him this morning with a thermal t-shirt, a sweater and two hoodies. He was cozy. From the bulge

The Squad Read Free *************** Prologue LYON “Kat, lock down every fuck these fucks are up to their shit again.” Swear to fuck if one of my kids catch this shit I’ma level Washington, then I’m heading to the Hague to finish off the rest of these greedy fucks. “Colt, what’s wrong, what’s going on?” She came running out of the kitchen with a look of fear on her face that I had not meant to put there. Still so damn cute with her round ass and baby feeding tits. “Nothing’s wrong babe!” Fuck, when am I gonna learn how easily panicked she gets? I pulled her into my chest and kissed her hair before putting her away from me again. “Where are the kids?” Thank fuck they were almost outta school. This thing seemed to have a trickle down effect, moving from state to state at rapid speed. Who knows when they’re gonna make their way here. My phone rang in my pocket and I pulled it to see Mancini’s number in the readout. “Hank what’s good brother?” “Get your family ready, the plane will be there in two hours to get you.” I smiled at Kat like this fuck didn’t just put my gut on high alert. I took the phone away from my ear and pressed it against my chest. “I gotta take this call babe, be right back.” I took the stairs two at a time and headed up to my office for some peace and quiet. “Tell me!” “This thing isn’t what it seems.” “What do you mean?” “We don’t have time right now, I’ll tell you once we meet up. We got too many pregnant women and children to take chances so I’m bringing you guys in.” Bringing us in? The fuck is he talking about? “Law and the others?” “Everyone, just be ready when my people get there.” “Where we headed?” “The island.” I had less than two hours to talk Kat into packing up our nine kids and heading out without alerting her to the fact that there was shit going on. Her trusting ass still believes whatever the lying fuck newscasters say on the Tel-lie-vision. Hand sanitizer my ass. How the fuck can something that can kill you be stopped by that watered down shit? I don’t know if it’s from the Big Guy upstairs or manmade, either way I’m not trusting these fucks with my life. Lying fucks! Shit, damn Mancini could’ve given me some warning. I was just this minute thinking about this shit. I called Jared and told him to get our boys ready, I’m not leaving them behind. I had to get around Elena’s nosy ass to talk to the pothead but the old man knew how to read between the lines and act accordingly. Three hours and four planes later we were all headed out, I left no one behind. Kat’s sneaky ass was up to some fuck because she didn’t question me once. But as soon as I mentioned the island she hotfooted it upstairs with her phone to call the snoop brigade. Whatever, I’ll deal with her shit later I had more pressing things on my mind, like how safe is this place gonna be? I didn’t have much chance to talk to Law and the SEALs, just enough to make sure we were all on the same page. Mancini’s top secret ass is not to be taken at face value. Fu

Wicked (Diamondback MC 7) Read Free *************** PROLOGUE SHILA That was not the boy I knew years ago. Back then, he had a boyish charm, a crooked grin, and he didn’t let his situation as a foster kid stop him from being the carefree person he was. That all changed one night. I honestly have no one to blame but myself. I thought I was protecting him. In a way I was in another, I was also shattering not only his heart but my soul in the process. The day I watched him walk away without running towards him, I knew a piece of my body was leaving with him. I may have been young and too dumb not to tell him, but he carried the other half of my heart. Two years later, I left it all behind—my toxic parents, my college scholarship, the only home I knew, and it was the best thing I could have ever done for myself. Don’t get me wrong, I searched and searched for what I now know is the only love of my life. He was either gone forever or staying completely off the grid. It had to work two jobs, lived in a room above someone’s garage, being meager with any and all things, including food and clothes. I didn’t even have a car, preferring to save anything I could, and would walk to work, ride the city bus to school. It was a never-ending cycle, but being in the home stretch was worth it. Though, I already knew I’d still need two jobs until my career as a massage therapist really took off. “Hey, Shila.” I dart my eyes around the Breezeway Inn before realizing it’s Jolie who’s trying to grab my attention. So lost in my own world and dragging myself down memory lane, like I’m still sixteen instead of the twenty-five-year-old I am now. Yep, I got a slow start to figuring out what I wanted to do when I left home. I can still remember my parents telling me how disappointed they were in me, like it’s on repeat in my head. Well, to be fair, the day I didn’t leave with the boy who stole my heart has been replaying over and over. The days after, the being grounded for wanting to be with someone I loved, the constant arguing with them. It completely gutted me. I became a shell of myself, withdrew from friends, social activities, did the bare minimum at home. My sole focus was on graduating high school and getting the hell away from it, all with a broken heart. “Hi, Jolie,” I reply. “Can you do me a favor and work on Shadow’s room today? I got to the rest of them done earlier this morning. His is the only one I didn’t. Decker is itching to go for a ride.” Jolie is giddy, bouncing on the balls of her feet, then clapping her hands. “Sure,” I say, even as the bottom of my stomach falls to the floor. “Thank you!” She hugs me quickly, then leaves. Meanwhile, I’m left to pray to everything holy that Shadow isn’t in his room. See, that boy who I searched for, for years after our world fell apart, well, I knew him as Bennett, not the person he is today. No, the man he is today seems larger than life, dark, brooding, not a hint of the characteristics that once ruled his personali

Benefits of Friendship (Black Mountain Bikers 1) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 Jazmyn Young and her best friend Tavia sat in a worn booth at Aunt Bea’s Diner, the best restaurant in Mallory, waiting on the five orders of food. The place was a mid-size mom-n-pop joint and Jazmyn was sure the cook was probably a sister to Moses, the biblical figure. Wilma was nice and always had a quick smile and something good to say, but she looked like an Egyptian mummy, wrinkled and bent as she went about running the grill better than those half her age. Tavia came back and sat in the booth facing Jazmyn. “So, what do you think about our dear Jayda and her new catch, Drake? Is that not the weirdest coupling you can imagine?” Tavia rolled her eyes and laughed. “Weird? I’d say that’s about right. I never thought for a second that Jayda would go for someone who is so obviously an alpha male type. I just don’t see Drake playing submissive for her at all.” Jazmyn turned to watch Wilma working the grill, fascinated by the ancient woman’s dexterity and speed with the spatulas, lids, seasonings, bottles, and all the other accessories of her trade. The woman seemed as if she had been born over a flat-top with spatulas in her hands. Tavia giggled. “Wonder if Jayda will retire her dominatrix outfit and her whip now?” Jazmyn, caught off guard by the comment, laughed aloud and clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. “That’s the sixty-four-million-dollar question right there. I don’t see that happening, either. She likes being in control too much.” “Drake doesn’t seem like the type that will share her, though. And we both know he won’t be submissive. That man would agree to be tied up about like I’d agree to be shot out of a cannon.” Tavia turned on her cell and began scrolling. “Mm. Then I guess there’ll be trouble in paradise before long.” Jazmyn scanned the diner. Two retirement-age couples sat at tables on the other side of the dining area. A gum-chewing waitress, who might be seventeen or eighteen, idled up and down the bar, straightening the condiments and humming the tune to some forgettable country song. Wilma flipped two burgers over and closer to the right side of the flat-top, added cheese to them, and slapped metal domes over them. The burger buns and sides were sitting in to-go containers on the counter by the stove. Jazmyn didn’t remember even seeing the woman put the sides in the containers. “I think everything and everybody in this place is moving in slow motion except for Wilma. Damn, that woman is fast.” Jazmyn shook her head and checked the time again. Anywhere else, she would expect to sit and wait for five orders of food for at least a half-hour. Not here, though. Not at Aunt Bea’s. She and Tavia had given the orders and had been waiting only eighteen minutes when Wilma rang the little bell to let Sandy, the waitress, know the food was finished. Sandy strolled to the counter and plucked the ticket from the Styrofoam container on top.

Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 1) Read Free *************** Chapter One Harmon Maybe moving next to a biker compound hadn't been my smartest decision. In hindsight, it was likely why the lease had been so inexpensive. It wasn't exactly a secret when I'd passed the clubhouse that bikers lived there. The bikes were lined up out front, chrome and black, getting meticulously cleaned by a young guy wearing a black leather vest with the word "Prospect" across the back. If that wasn't enough, there were also several tall men standing around in similar leather vests observing the younger man washing their bikes for them. The lady trying to show me the house had kept casting glances in their general direction as though one might come crashing through a wall like the Kool-Aid man at any moment. Then when I'd told her I would take it, she'd lowered her voice, leaned in more closely, and asked in a horrified little voice, "Are you sure, honey?" Up until that moment, I hadn't even given the bikers a second thought. I mean, guys on bikes were everywhere. I didn't see the issue. I might also add that I'd been blithely unaware about the differences between regular bikers and one-percent MCs. But, I figured, if I didn't mess with them, they wouldn't mess with me. And I could always add a security system if I was really worried about it. The thoughts never went beyond that. I signed the papers. I'd hired someone to move my stuff in. And then I'd done so myself, settling right in. You know... for all of eight hours. Because that was when the partying began. Now, I would never begrudge anyone their good time. Just because I was a loner who hadn't been to a party in years didn't mean that these guys couldn't have some fun. Only, these guys didn't seem to party like normal people partied. You know, meaning at some point, the party ended. Nope. It seemed like they started the party around eight p.m. on a Friday night. And then it just never fully stopped. I mean, sure, I imagined they all slept at some time or another, but the music thumped, the cars and bikes came and went, drunken people jumped in and out of the in-ground pool. Naked, I might add. On the one hand, it looked like a great time. On the other, I worked from home, and I needed to be able to hear myself think. And not, you know, glance out my window to see several sets of boobs bouncing as the women ran and squealed around the pool, getting chased by some random well-built man or another. And, yeah, okay, maybe some of my distraction had less to do with them living their lives on their own damn property, and more to do with the fact that a man hadn't chased me around naked in more months than I cared to recall. So while a normal, sexually satisfied person would have looked away when one of said men grabbed one of said women, hauled them back against their strong bodies, and pressed a hand between their legs, I stood there in my Chewbacca slippers and watched for a long couple of moments while I sipped my

Wet (Diamondback MC 4) Read Free *************** “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery; Ride and live today” -Anonymous Prologue Monroe I’m a princess. Well, at least that’s what folks like to call me. An MC princess, that is, or whatever the kids in school would deem for that day. Sometimes, it made me untouchable, other times, they tried to provoke me as much as they could to see if I’d explode or call my father and his club. I never did though. Instead, the mean girls in school learned how to stay away from me and the boys ran with their tails between their legs. Though, that might be because my dad, better known as Doc to everyone around town, had no problem pulling up to the school with all of my inherited uncles. When a girl named Kelly tried to cozy up to me during my senior year of high school, I should have known she was after one thing and one thing only—my family. After that, I stayed to myself, kept my head down, studied, and got the grades I needed to further myself in college. It probably helped that Kelly ended up with a busted lip and a black eye, it’s what you get when you make lewd comments about my family. Add that in with my fiery temper, and it was destined for disaster. Somehow, Cannon got wind of the fight I started. He didn’t say a word, just picked me up on the back of his motorcycle, took me back to the clubhouse, and gave me ice for my hand. That’s also when I really noticed him for the first time, his dirty blond hair, shaved on the side, long on top in a faux hawk style, his green eyes that seep into your soul. It wasn’t the beginning of us though. If anything, it made him realize the age gap between us would never become closer, that and breaking the brotherhood code. While most of the other brothers were seemingly uncles to me, that was never the case with Cannon. Unfortunately, I was strictly off limits, which didn’t make me stop daydreaming about his muscled body, tall, firm, and oh so fucking delicious. Anytime we had a family barbecue, I’d make sure I was there. I knew the clock was ticking. My eighteen-year-old self would go off to college and Cannon would be a piece of the past until I was done with school. Apparently, being in the medical field is ingrained in my blood from my father. Who knows what I got from my mother. The way the story is told, she took off after my birth, leaving dear old Dad on his own to work as an ER doctor, giving the club what he could, and being a single father. He worked it like a champ, and I’m a better person for it, at least from what I’ve heard. I just hope I don’t get her batshit crazy personality that I’ve unfortunately snooped on and heard when I was on the cusp of teenage years. That was a hard pill to swallow, about to go into junior high, the awkward times and only being surrounded by men. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for each and every man in my life, but it was awfully embarrassing to ask about periods, bras, and boys. Now I’m finished with nursing school, r

McCoy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 3) Read Free *************** Chapter One Shy It shouldn't have been so easy. When someone ran a profitable criminal organization, you didn't expect to be able to just... waltz right into their home base. I mean, sure, there were fences. Tall security fences with barbed wire on top and, judging by the little black insulators all around, it was electrified as well. But the gates were thrown open, inviting anyone to walk right in. Or maybe it was more fair to say that anyone with a vagina could walk right in. There was a raging party out back by the pool, but the women far outnumbered the men gathered around at least five-to-one. And it looked like clothing was, you know, optional. I felt overdressed in my simple cut-off shorts, flip-flops white tank top, and somewhat bulky purse. But, then again, for what I was about to do, was there really even a dress code? I was pretty sure there wasn't. My stomach flopped over at that train of thought. I'd worked hard not to think too much about why I was at the clubhouse of actual arms dealing bikers with something stashed in my purse that they definitely wouldn't approve of. Every time I thought about it over the past two days, I'd needed to run to the bathroom to sit in front of the toilet, sure I was going to be sick. Aside from the first time I knew what I had to do, I didn't actually throw up. Which only managed to leave me with a constantly flip-flopping belly, with bile burning through my esophagus, making me constantly queasy and sweaty. I'd been chewing anti-nausea medicine like it was candy every waking moment. Which meant every moment. Because I hadn't slept in forty-eight hours either. Sleep wasn't even an option, even if my heavy-lidded eyes and the slow, lazy feeling of my limbs said otherwise. I couldn't do this. But what other choice did I have? Taking a slow, deep breath, I pulled open the front door, finding myself in the living room area with a large sectional and oversized TV as well as a staircase leading up. Moving forward, I found myself in the large kitchen area where chips and pizza boxes were strewn over a long table and the island was covered in plastic cups and bottles of liquor. "Hey, pretty mami, can I get you something?" a man asked, making me turn to find a guy standing near the island in a white tee and jeans. If I had to guess, I'd say he was around five-seven with a fuller figure and the golden-brown skin that said he was from somewhere in South America. "I'll make it fancy and shit," he added with a charming smile, pushing open a pink drink umbrella. "I, ah, no. Thanks. Not yet," I said, wondering if maybe a drink would help, but also knowing I hadn't been able to hold down food in two days, so drinking on that kind of empty stomach wasn't likely going to end well. "You're new 'round here. I'm Eddie," he explained, pressing a hand to his chest. "Hey, Eddie," I said, not willing to hand over my name. "Are you, you know, a biker?" I asked, not

Breaker (Silver Saints MC) Read Free *************** 1 Breaker I studied the schematics for the bank, looking for the best way into the room that held the vault. They were extensive, and my inside man—or woman in this case—deserved a bigger cut of the loot for providing me with them. She’d informed me of the date when this branch would be receiving a shipment of ten thousand brand new hundred-dollar bills to put into circulation. A cool million could set me up quite nicely for a while. The security on the building was decent, although I'd handled their rent-a-cop with a swift fist to the face. By the time he came to, I’d be long gone. The rest of the break-in would be tricky to bypass, but I’d always been a sneaky motherfucker. It was the reason I’d only been caught a few times. I’d started doing B&Es when I was fourteen—for the thrill of it. According to the psychiatrist they made me see in juvie, my “habit” stemmed from being bored because I was too smart. I commented that he clearly didn’t suffer from the same problem. He’d been partly right, but he’d missed the most glaring reason for my “episodes of acting out.” I’d been trying to gain the attention of my parents, who’d checked out of my life as soon as I was old enough to be self-sufficient. Not that they’d been particularly attentive before that, but at least they’d made an effort to take care of my needs. It had never worked, and when I was released from my second stint in juvie at eighteen, I came home to discover that they’d sold the house and moved. They hadn’t left a forwarding address, so I walked away from that part of my past. My skills as a thief had come in handy after that, and I’d honed them over the years. I wasn’t too humble to admit that I was extremely fucking good at what I did. So, it didn’t surprise my partner when I made it in and out of the vault—emptying a few safe deposit boxes for good measure—without tripping a single alarm or leaving anything that could lead the theft back to me. I climbed into the stolen armored truck that carried the fake cash and drove out of the parking lot. Someone was waiting to take possession of the ill-gotten gains in the parking garage of an office building ten minutes away. On the way, I tapped my earpiece, unmuting it. “Did I beat my record?” I asked Hack, who’d been whispering in my ear throughout the whole break-in. He’d been my eyes and had disabled some of the security measures remotely. “Two minutes over,” he replied. “Bullshit,” I retorted. “That was some of my best work.” Hack snorted. “Fine. You beat your record by thirty seconds. I added the extra time as a handicap because this was too damn easy.” “Fair,” I conceded. This had definitely been one of our easier jobs. The client wasn’t going to be happy with our report. “Who the hell convinced them to go with Hancock Security for the guards?” “No fuckin’ clue. I’m starting to think we should add a new line to our contract.” “A surcharge for stupid?” “Exactly.” I pulled into the

Hero (The VII Knights MC) Read Free *************** 1 Godric I open my eyes, and the immediate throb in my temples causes me to wince. My vision is blurry and out of focus as I look around the room. I’m on the floor. Why? I blink a few times. My mouth feels like sandpaper. What happened? Using all my strength, I push myself over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. A fan rocks back and forth, teetering, on the verge of falling. My living room comes into view. The leather sofa. The coffee table. The TV’s off. Sweat drips off my forehead, my body slick from the stifling temperature in the room. Why is it so hot in here? Rubbing the sweat off my face, my fingers slip too easily. I bring my hand away. Blood. There’s so much blood. My eyes widen. I don’t feel any pain. It’s not my blood. Whose is it? My heart drums in my chest. I look around the room in search for my girlfriend. “Bella!” My voice shakes, my eyes snapping to the front door then the couch. Out the corner of my eye, limp pale legs come into view. “Bella! Bella!” Her name trembles from my lips as I crawl over to her, my heart beating in my chest so hard, I can barely breathe. Her eyes are open but lack color and life. Her face, usually glowing with a year-round tan, is pale and ashen. Taking her head into my lap, I rest a palm on her cold cheek. Blood drips onto my fingers, and I search for the source. Her head. Her right eye squints awkwardly. A clean outline of a hand stains her white tank top. There’s blood everywhere. An ache slices through my skull, forcing me to close my eyes. An instant flashback of an upset Bella strings into my memory. She was so angry about something. What? Wincing, I press my palm to my temple to ease the throb. I remember us fighting. That’s nothing new. Did it get out of hand this time? I slowly lower my hand over her body, hovering it just above the crimson evidence left behind. The size of the hand matches mine. My mouth drops, eyes fluttering with disbelief as it begins to all come together. She was fighting me… Shock runs through my limbs. I fall back on my ass, scurrying away from her. Her head lolls to the floor with a thud. My back hits the entertainment center, and the TV rocks before settling back. Her fighting for her life would explain why I’m starting to feel like I got the shit beat out of me. My fucking head is killing me. She’s always been a fighter. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to drag her out of a bar or store before she got the cops called on her. I stare at her torn scalp, blood seeping into the carpet beneath her. Something dark snaps inside me, causing a shiver to crawl down my spine. We’ve been fighting a lot lately, but I’ve never put my hands on her. I must have blacked out. Things went too far this time. A noise catches my attention, and I stiffen, my head whipping toward the sound. Our dog is hiding behind the couch, his ears back, head bowed. He’s scared. “C-Come here, Phil.” I pat the floor next to me, and he hurries

Beast Comes Home - Devil's Blaze MC Read Free *************** Beast “What if everyone hates me?” Hayden asks for the hundredth time. “Hayden, you’ve met them all before,” I laugh, as I sling our shit in the back of the truck. “I know… but we haven’t stayed at the clubhouse before,” she murmurs, and when I look over at her, she’s biting her nails. I walk over to her, reach up and take her hand in mine. I kiss the tips of the fingers she was torturing seconds earlier. “Beauty, it’s going to be fine. You’ll see.” “You’re right, I know. I’m just so nervous. I know your brothers are important to you,” she whispers, her face flushing with embarrassment. “They are, but you and our family are more important,” I answer, and I watch as her face softens. I press my lips gently against hers. It’s not really a kiss as much as an affirmation that she’s everything to me. It seems no matter how much I tell Hayden that, she always worries. “I guess I better go wake Connor and Ryker up,” she murmurs. “That depends.” “On what?” she asks. “How long do you think the little hellions will sleep if you don’t wake them?” “I thought you said you wanted to be on the road before ten?” she asks, surprise moving across her beautiful face. “Some things are worth being late for,” I answer with a shrug. “Oh yeah? What would that be?” she asks, laughing. “Making love to my woman,” I answer, my voice coming out more like a low growl as I pick her up in my arms. Hayden squeals, immediately looping her hands against the back of my neck. “Michael! Put me down! I’m way too heavy.” “You barely weigh anything, Beauty,” I chastise, stalking back in the house and toward our bedroom. “Bullshit,” she laughs. “Michael, I’m pregnant and big as a house. And you know as well as I do, making love isn’t what it used to be.” “I won’t go as deep,” I wink, and she blushes again. It cracks me up how she can go so shy even after we’ve been together all this time. “And you’re not as big as a house. Fuck woman, you’ve always been beautiful, but pregnant you stop my damn breath,” I tell her, kissing her temple as I make it into our bedroom, closing the door behind me. Only when that’s done do I let her slide slowly down to stand, keeping her close to my body. I know she can feel how hard my cock is, because I’m making no secret of it – I love the way her eyes dilate when she discovers how much I need her. “We’re going to be late for Beth’s pre-party dinner,” she warns me. “Ask me if I care, Beauty?” “Do you care, Michael?” she asks with a small grin—I figure because she definitely knows my answer. “Not in the fucking slightest,” I answer, gathering her dress up in my hands and pulling it up slowly, letting my fingers trail up her legs, then her hips, to rest just at the bottom of her ribs. “Hold your arms up, Hayden,” I order softly. Her eyes go smoky, filled with hunger. She might complain how sex is different now that she’s farther along and heavy with our child, and she’s right… but it’s also more in

Ride Me Sweetheart Read Free As the Vice President of the Chrome Saints MC, “Keys” Valor is a complete cynic.Nothing could surprise him. He’s seen the absolute worst in people. But he’s never seen the likes of Finley Akers. She’s sassy and sweet, with a body that makes every single part of him stand at attention. In his world women only have one use. And he sure wouldn’t mind taking Finley for a ride, but that’s it. The problem is, she doesn’t fall for his charm. Instead, she gives him hell every time she gets a chance. Too bad that just turns him on more. If she keeps it up, Keys might just keep her… Forever. *************** 1 Finley It’s Colorado. We’re supposed to be cold this time of year, but someone forgot to tell Mother Nature about that. Clearly, she’s hot flashing—which explains why I’m sweating like a hooker in church at altar call. Still, I can’t complain. I get to wash up all my babies and make them presentable—in hopes of getting them adopted to their forever homes this week. Valentine’s Day is a mere six days from today and though the traditional gift is usually diamonds, chocolate and flowers, I’m hoping the flyers I’ve given out along with the ad I’m running on the local radio station will encourage people to give the gift of adopted fur babies instead. “Come on, Stinker! It’s just a bath!” I grumble to the giant—mostly Saint Bernard—doggy, which has been in the shelter for three weeks now. He’s adorable, but he’s also older. He’s at least five or six, and his hopes of being adopted are slim at best. “You’ve got to help me help you!” I encourage him. Stinker—yes, that’s the name I gave him, but purely out of affection—just whines. His paws and head are lying flat on the cement, refusing to budge. I’ve bathed every single dog here, but I saved Stinker for last because I know he hates baths. I also knew he would fight me. What I didn’t know was that he would lay down on the cement and somehow flatten his body out so that his normally overweight body at two-hundred-fifty-eight pounds is now dead weight, feeling more like a thousand. I have a guy that helps me with this kind of thing, but he’s off sick today. I thought I could handle it all on my own. Clearly, I was an idiot. I could just wait until tomorrow, but I really want this done. If there’s any hope at all for Stinker to get his forever home, I want to do everything I can. I’d really like to keep him with me, but I don’t think I’m going to stick around. I took the job with the Sweetheart Animal Shelter, because I wanted to help the abandoned pets find forever homes. It was an added bonus that the shelter gave me a place to stay while I figured things out. Sweetheart is a great town, I guess. I just don’t feel like I belong here. I keep trying, but I don’t think this cheerful town that seems to have overdosed on Cupid is for me. It’s not that I’m depressed or even sad. I just don’t believe in happily ever after and Sweetheart, Colorado definitely does. I work for thirty minutes

Bare (Diamondback MC 3) Read Free *************** “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.” – Rumi Prologue Sadie Your past always has a way of catching up to your future, that’s how the saying goes. Truer words were never spoken. I’d like to say meeting Mack, having one night of stupidity with him, was a mistake, but that’d also be saying my now two-year-old beautiful baby girl was one. She’s not. Henley is my whole world, even when she’s fighting sleep like she is tonight. I can’t blame her though, it’s been one thing after another lately. Just last week, we were surrounded by a family of sorts. Ruger has definitely become a permanent fixture in our lives since Mack got so deep in with the Cartel that it ended up taking his life, something I know more about than I should. “Shh, baby girl,” I coo softly. This is the first night we’ve been back in our apartment since Shovel declared it safe enough to leave the clubhouse. I’ve been reluctant to accept help all along, even though I should take it. The threadbare carpet beneath my feet, the loud sirens wailing outside our doors, the peeling ceiling from past leaks that were never fixed by the landlord. Yeah, I should definitely take Ruger’s help, but I’ve done my time with a bad boy. It ended with Henley fatherless and me not sure whether I should be thankful that Mack is gone or sad because, well, now my baby girl doesn’t have him in her life. I continue walking and swaying Henley, not sure what could be causing her to be so fussy. She’s eaten, she’s in her nighttime diaper in case of an accident, which is dry, but that doesn’t stop the waterworks from leaving her beautiful green eyes or the wailing she’s doing. Thankfully, it’s not her loud wail that will have the neighbors banging on the walls and yelling at me. Did I mention this apartment is shit? It’s what I can afford though. A knock on the door has Henley’s head popping up, making her cry louder and me wondering who that could be. Not that I’m going to open the door. It’s well past midnight, plus there’s another factor. I have no freaking peephole. “Sadie, open the door, sugar. I know you’re in there, and I can hear Henley.” Speaking of permanent fixtures, Ruger standing on the other side of my door tells me everything I already know but don’t want to admit to myself. “Ru-ru,” Henley babbles out her name for Ruger. “Yes, that’s Ruger. Should we answer the door?” I ask her, but I’m already walking towards it and the three locks that were installed just a couple of months ago when we came back into town when the Mack issue came out to play. “Yes.” Her ‘s’ hisses like a snake. “Okay, but first we need to clean up your eyes and nose, Henley-boo.” I grab a tissue from the table by the door, making quick work of cleaning her up, and then go through the motions of unbolting the locks. “Sadie,” Ruger says, hand up, about to knock again when I open the door. “Ru-ru.” Henley launches herself at Ruger, his arms open and ready. “Henley, my girl

Rough Ride (Men of Valor MC) Read Free *************** Chapter 1 Malcolm My freedom came from the wind whispering through the night and the engine rumbling underneath me. Nightly drives from the courthouse to the clubhouse were my favorite part of the day. Nothing cleared my head more than a night ride, just me and the open air. It was the only time that I could fuckin' cancel all the damn noise. Night rides were perfect, the only thing that could have made them better would have been fewer red lights; just sail through non-stop, wind washing over me. My eyes focused on the flashing crimson ahead, willing it to turn green, when I saw some punk-ass kid cornering a girl. Nothing made my blood boil more than young girls being taken advantage of. I didn't even care about the oncoming traffic or the cars that honked their obnoxious horns at me. I drove my bike right toward them, only stopping when I was directly in front of the asshole's leg. Someone had to hold them accountable, someone had to make them pay. "You better get the fuck off her if you want to live." I revved the engine to let the fucker know I meant business. The truth was, I was going to beat the shit out of him either way, but he didn't know that yet. "No one wants trouble," he said. The little punk actually thought he could step up to me. I cracked my knuckles and smiled at him. "You should have thought of that before you cornered this young lady." "This bitch?" he said, taking her by the arm and pushing her toward me. The fucker was a coward to boot, which wasn't all that uncommon for scumbags. Big bark, no bite. They pretended to be badass, but when someone like me challenged them, they fell apart like delicate flowers. "Get your hands off her," I said quietly. “Now.” People assumed a raised voice was the best way to inflict fear, but they were wrong. "She's my girlfriend," he retorted. His voice shook, as did his hands as he glared at the girl. The punk acted like she was the one to blame for them being in this predicament. His fingers dug into her skin as she shrank from us both. Under normal circumstances, I’d assume it was because she was wearing next to nothing and the night was cold, but the terror in her eyes told a different story. She was terrified; that look of primal fear couldn't be faked, and it was a look I knew all too well. I killed the engine of my bike and jumped off. Show time. I leaned against the seat, arms crossed, looking at the little scum. "I don't give a fuck who she is to you. Get your fuckin' hands off her." When he didn't do as I asked, I stepped up to him. " Was it not clear what I said? Do I need to get my fist involved?" "He's not my boyfriend," the girl said in a shaky voice. She glanced at the scumbag, slightly less terrified and stepped back. "Now that it’s settled, take your hands off her before I break them. I will crush your scrawny bones" "Fuck you, bro. This ain't none of your business. How about you piss off!" "I tried to do this the easy wa

Dirty (Diamondback MC 1) Read Free *************** Prologue Raven I never had the childhood like most girls do—or boys for that matter—the girls with fairy tales in their eyes and hopes in their dreams. It wasn’t for me. I had a dad who was a drunk who liked to use his fists, and a junkie for a mom. Dad did us a favor when he left. I guess when you’re seven years old, you see more, you hear more, and you definitely do more than you ever should. My dad didn’t do much in the way of being a parent. Him leaving was the best gift he ever gave us. Though I’m not sure leaving a child with a junkie for a mom is the best thing. We made do, and at least this way, he wasn’t using his fists on her or slapping me when I tried to get between them. That wasn’t easy to explain to the teachers at school, I somehow managed well with a little help from my friend, Selena. That’s neither here nor there, but what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. At least that’s what I told myself growing up. I dealt with my mother the best I knew how. If that meant putting her to bed at night, making sure she ate, or even shoving my fingers down her throat to induce vomiting after she took one too many prescription drugs that weren’t hers to begin with, that’s what I did. My one saving grace was always Selena and her parents. If things were too bad, if the guys coming around our beat-up old single wide trailer, I ran like the flames of hell were on my heels for their house. Always knowing that I’d have a place to stay. I guess that’s why my independence streak is a mile wide. Even though there was always a place with the Perez family, my feet would take me back home, scared to leave my mother to die a lonely death. It was that thought of her dying a horrible death with no one there, probably drowning in her own sickness. Now that I’m in my twenties, I realize it should have never been my responsibility, now that my life is finally put together—my own doing, starting to work a job at Selena’s family restaurant at the age of fifteen, washing dishes until they could legally pay me, going to school, saving everything I had to leave that rundown trailer was my only goal outside of graduating high school. One day, I arrived home, taking it all in. The once blue siding was chipping away in certain areas, not to mention the siding that was missing in other places. I almost broke my neck on the second step caving in as I stepped on it, barely able to catch myself on the rickety railing. It was in a rundown place where other families could actually afford the rent. I still have no idea how my mother managed to even keep a roof over our heads, let alone the electricity on. I take that back. I didn’t want to know what she was doing. As long as I had a place to lay my head down at night, with a lock on my door, that was the only thing I cared about. It’s a wonder the place wasn’t demolished. It was the inside that had me stopping, my key still hanging in the lock, that jangles of keychains mo

Keeping Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 2) Read Free *************** 1 Grunt This was a bad idea. I knew it, but it was like being caught in a fucking tornado on the freeway. You could hide in a fucking ditch, but there wasn’t much you could do to stop the shit-storm headed your way. “Here they come,” Jonesy says, and you could hear the anticipation in his voice. He loves this shit, and it definitely shows. Me? I’ve got zero taste for it. I support my club, I do what I have to do to keep our territory ours, and the money coming in. This petty fucking shit? Not my cup of tea. Some young punk had to go and piss off Ford, our Prez. You can’t do that shit. Ford was a big guy. He probably tipped the scales at three hundred. Sure, he had some meat on his bones, but he also had muscle. That made him formidable enough, but when you added in his short fuse, you had a recipe for disaster. Ford’s temper was scary as fuck. There’s not much in this world I’m afraid of. I don’t even think you could say I was afraid of Ford, but I fucking knew to be cautious around him. He’s an asshole. He’s fair for the most part and he takes care of the men in his club, but he is still an asshole. Then again, most of us are—maybe that’s why we chose this lifestyle. “Jesus,” I hiss as I get a look at the girl in question. “Damn,” Jonesy whistles. “She’s a dead ringer for Lyla isn’t she?” “She sure as hell is pretty damn close,” I admit, although I can see a few differences. Lyla is Ford’s daughter. There are few things in this life that Ford will admit to caring about. The club, Demon Chasers MC, and his daughter are the only two. He protects them fiercely. Lyla is his pride and his only child. She’s eighteen, but she might as well be six to Ford. In his eyes, she will never grow up—which is bad fucking news. Because Lyla has grown up. She’s gorgeous and boys have been sniffing around her for a while. There’s only thing that’s stopped them from stepping up to try and get her. Ford. Certainly, that’s why none of the younger guys in the club have tried. The rest of us view her as either a kid sister or a niece. She’s family. That’s why so many of us are pissed. Lyla has been crying for a fucking month over some little sniveling asshole. My call would have been to hunt down the little dick-weed and teach him a lesson about hurting women. Ford? Well, our Prez might be a fair man and make good decisions ninety-nine percent of the time. It’s that small amount of time when he goes unhinged that gets all of our asses in a sling, and when it comes to his little girl hurting… He’s definitely fucking unhinged. He’s determined to bring the little punk to his knees and that begins—at least in his head—with kidnapping the woman he chose over Lyla. Now, normally, I could get more behind this plan of revenge. But then normally the woman in question wasn’t the daughter of Skull, the President of the Devil’s Blaze in Kentucky. I haven’t had a lot of dealings with the Devil’s Blaze. We’r

Naughty Asshole (Dirty MC) Read Free A homewrecker is the last thing Teri wants to be. It’s a tainted label, and her future in the Dirty F**kers MC in question. She’s totally replaceable, nothing more than a club whore and the cook who keeps their diner up and running.Damon has been in love with Teri for a while, and deep down, he knows they want the same things from life. He’s seen the damage from her previous mistakes, and he’ll do everything in his power to make it right.She tries to keep Damon at arm’s length, but he breaks down her walls. There’s no place for her, but being around Damon and experiencing his touch, the sheer power of his lust, there is no denying him.He wants to own her, to claim her for his own, and the only way to do that is to make her. His perfect plan is to get her pregnant and marry her.What he doesn’t anticipate is the possibility of Teri looking for a life outside of Greater Falls, away from the club, away from him.Can he keep her? *************** Chapter One “I’m a homewrecker,” Teri said, throwing her head back with a sob. Damon had been listening to the same words in one shape or form for the last hour. Staring at Teri, he wanted to do anything he could to comfort her, to offer some words of wisdom, but there were none. There was no point telling her she was or she wasn’t. The path Teri talked about involved herself, Dane, and Dane’s wife Lucy, who had happened to move on. Damon rubbed at his temples. Just attempting to think about their whole drama was enough to give him a headache. The basic rundown was Dane slept with Teri while still married to Lucy, and Teri didn’t know. When Teri found out, she was devastated, and then of course got drunk, slept with him a second time, and well, it was that whole fool-me-once-shame-on-you and all that crap. Lucy had since moved on with another relationship, and after Dane had reappeared after being gone for so long, everyone had moved on, apart from Teri. Lucy lived on a ranch with their two youngest children, while Ryan, their eldest, lived with Dane as he was having a hard time throughout his teenage years. Damon could understand it. A dad’s disappearance for a couple of years, then reappearance, a divorce, and lots of blame could wreak havoc with any kind of kid. Teri knocked back another shot, wiping at her eyes. She looked different. Dyed red hair she’d cut to just above her shoulders, and she wore makeup, which he couldn’t recall seeing her wearing much. They sat in the diner the brothers had gotten for her. She’d moved with them to Greater Falls after they were responsible for trashing her other place of work and losing her a job. Now she had a much more successful diner and even though it was partly owned by the Dirty Fuckers MC, none of the locals had a problem coming to enjoy the delicious food she made. “If I’d known we were going to have a pity party, I’d have gone and hung out with Dane,” he said. Teri shot him a glare. “Then go and hang out with him. See if I ca

Che (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 2) Read Free *************** Chapter One Che "Don't mind me," Harmon said, curling up on the couch with a giant bowl of popcorn. "This is like watching a movie," she added, shooting Huck a smirk when he sighed at her. "We're having church," Huck told her. "That's such a funny term since I'm pretty sure you'd all catch fire if you tried to go to church," she mused. "It's club shit, babe," he tried, knowing he was losing the battle. It wouldn't be the first one. Or the last. "I know. And since I have a vested interest in the club doing well, I figure I am an auxiliary member now. Like Teddy," she added, sharing a smile with him. "Please, proceed," she invited, waving her hand. He knew he could argue the point, but that he would waste time that would ultimately have the same outcome, so he shook his head and leaned back against the wall. "The Chechens," McCoy reminded him. "Right," Huck agreed. "The Chechens. Remy got word that they just had a big welcoming party yesterday." "Who are they welcoming?" McCoy asked. "That's the question, isn't it?" Huck asked. "I have Arty looking into it, but we might need some more eyes around their headquarters. If they have a big player coming in from the old country, we might have a shitstorm on our hands in the near future." "Oh, the plot thickens," Harmon said, tossing popcorn into her mouth, getting a chuckle out of Remy and a smile from Teddy, who'd always had a soft spot for her. "Question," she added, getting a low curse from her man. "What, babe?" Huck asked, patience strained. "All of this super covert mission stuff, is that going to get in the way of the raised garden beds someone promised me would be done six months ago, but the wood is still all piled in the backyard?" "Harmon," Huck grumbled, getting a smile from her. "I think maybe you shouldn't be at church," he informed her. "You know, for plausible deniability reasons in case shit ever goes down, and the cops come in." "Sure, sure, make the pregnant lady haul her ever-widening ass off the comfortable couch she just got onto. That's not rude or anything." Huck had, thus far, proven an overprotective soon-to-be father. So when Harmon played the pregnancy card, he tended to comply almost immediately. He was standing his ground on this one, though. "All the more reason you shouldn't be in on this conversation," he told her. "That baby is going to need someone here for it if I ever get locked up. Or worse." The dark look that crossed Harmon's face said he'd hit the nerve he'd been looking for. "I don't know why you have to say things like that," she snapped, unfolding from the couch, shooting daggers at him as a piece of popcorn rolled off her rounded belly. "Because it's a legitimate worry," Huck insisted. We were a relatively new chapter still. We didn't have the kinds of connections our mother chapter had back in Navesink Bank, New Jersey. We didn't have the cops in our pockets, paid to look the other way, or to tip us