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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)

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Emery Corbin built her YouTube following by debunking ghosts, curses, and small-town legends. Proving the eerie tales of upstate New York's Crowsbridge Hollow are nothing more than hoaxes could be the story that pushes her channel into the spotlight.
But then she meets Declan Sterling.
Brooding, reclusive, infuriatingly sexy, and downright rude, Declan owns the House of Ink and Iron—the only tattoo shop in historic Crowsbridge Hollow. His body is etched in ink that tells more than stories—it moves. Reacts. Awakens whenever she’s near.
The Sterling family is cursed.
The price was devastating.
And the consequences still rule Declan’s life.
Each time Emery and Declan are together, her skepticism crumbles a little more. His tattoos pulse in her presence. Desire unleashes visions she can't deny. And the town seems more invested in tourist dollars than exposing ancient secrets.
Unraveling the truth behind the curse could free Declan.
But loving him drags Emery into the curse’s embrace.

House of Ink & Oaths by USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake is a gothic romance of cursed bloodlines, dangerous attraction, and a love that reveals buried truths

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CHAPTER ONE

Emery

The red light on my camera blink, blink, blinks like a tiny, steady heartbeat. I lock it onto the tripod, frame the old covered bridge behind me, step in front of the lens, and switch on my journalist voice.

“Hello, my curious crows. Emery here. For weeks now, my comment section has been begging—no, demanding—I come to Crowsbridge Hollow to investigate its so-called spooky happenings. You asked. I listened.”

I angle the camera toward Main Street.

“And here I am. Just in time for Creepy Christmas Season. This sleepy upstate New York town has absolutely committed to the aesthetic.”

I pause, scanning the street. “The carolers wear fangs, the fog rolls in like it’s a paid actor, and the coffee shop sells something called a Corpse Nog Latte topped with a chocolate skull.”

Phew. That was a mouthful.

A sharp breeze carries the river’s breath across my face. Cold pine. Wet stone. Smoke from a woodstove somewhere down Main Street.

I swing the camera around for B-roll footage. The bridge stretches over the narrow creek, timber ribs dark with age, iron rosettes pitted and scarred. Planters brimming with yellow and rust mums block either end. A stern sign announces, “Pedestrians Only.” Across the planks, a tourist in a black-and-red cape gallops across the planks, a plastic sword raised in triumph. At the mouth of the bridge, someone waits, phone held high as they film and laugh. A pair of crows watch from a railing leading up to the bridge with bright, cynical eyes, as if finding the human performance disappointing.

Between two lampposts, a paper banner droops and flutters.

SEASON’S CREEPINGS—CELEBRATE WHAT HAUNTS THE HOLLOW.

In smaller type, almost an afterthought:

Please respect our bridge.

My phone buzzes, and I pull it out of my pocket to check the screen.

Wren: Filming yet? Don’t forget. Need 20 sec hook for shorts

I thumb back a reply.

Me: got it. Festive and freaky all over. I’ll try not to die of frostbite.

Three dots. Then another text pops up.

Wren: Please actually don’t die. Trend alerts popping bc of missing kid. Remember, keep tone compassionate.

I know. I know. Sheesh. Mason’s name repeats in my head like an uneasy whisper. Sixteen. Vanished after a dare at the cemetery. Police have no clue. Is he just a teenager doing teenage things or is something more sinister happening?

Maybe my opening was too flippant. Should I redo it?

I promised my followers no grief tourism. No filming crying parents for clicks, no turning the living into gossip fodder for views. That’s not journalism, it’s ghoulish. My byline used to run in a real newspaper, and even though the masthead’s gone, the training stuck. I still follow the code to be curious and seek the truth. Only difference is now I chase the stories legacy media has ignored—the ones that blur the line between folklore and fact.

I hit record again and step in front of the camera.

“Okay.” My voice remains calm, steady, and professional. “Before we unwrap today’s small-town legend, a serious note. A teenage boy—Mason Baker—disappeared last week. He was last seen near Crowsbridge Cemetery. If you know anything, contact Sheriff Bertram’s office. Links in the description. Remember, we’re curious crows, not cruel clowns. Mason has family who is worried about him, so be kind in the comments.”

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and pivot toward Main Street. Porches strung with quivering ropes of red-and-black garlands. A bakery window stacked with gingerbread skulls, bone-white sugar cookies, and dark chocolate Yule logs. Another shop advertises Krampus Keepsakes—Naughty List Approved. Everything about this town screams, “empty your wallets, merry little tourists.”

Across from the bridge sits a narrow brick building painted black, the windows tinted dark, the door a slab of wood banded in iron. Gold lettering on the glass window states House of Ink & Iron, with an extra-swirly ampersand. I love a good ampersand. Instantly intrigued, the shop’s name hums in my head like sleigh bells hitting an enticing note.

I slip my camera into its bag, fold my tripod, and tuck it in the outside pocket.

“Note to future me,” I mutter for my audio notes, holding my phone up to my lips. “Interview owner of Ink and Iron. Tattoos can carry more folklore than T-shirts and cupcakes.” Knowing I’ll probably forget to listen to the voice note later, I uncap a blue pen and flip open my notebook. Blue ink smears my fingers. Of course it does. My hands always look like I wrestled a rainbow-farting unicorn and lost. Sighing, I jot a quick note, then tuck the pad and pen away.

Eager to interview some locals, I head toward Main Street. A woman at a folding table sits beneath an awning strung with flickering red bulbs and paper snowflakes shaped like skulls. The sign behind her reads Crowsbridge Artisan Market—Handmade for the Damned and the Divine.

Cute.

She offers glossy brochures about tours of the cemetery. The back of one brochure features an image of a veiled bronze statue of a woman on a snowy hill. Icicles drip from her fingers, the patina streaked down her face in green tears. The text reads “The Legend of the Weeping Widow” in an elegant serif font.

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Scatter the Bones – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/scatter-the-bones-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:38 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/scatter-the-bones-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)

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Instead of tearing us apart, our sins have forged a bond no one can break.
Margot’s darkness calls to mine, her need for vengeance matches my own, and I’ll protect her at any cost.
She never flinched when I admitted I’d scattered the bones of my worst nightmare along the highways.

I finally felt free—until the past showed up wearing a face I never expected to see again.

I thought those demons were buried.

But if I’ve learned anything in my years with the Lost Kings MC, it’s that secrets don’t stay dead for long—and the one I swore I left behind just came back to find me.

Scatter the Bones is the 26th book in the Lost Kings MC series by USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake. It must be read after Twist the Knife and Collect the Pieces

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CHAPTER ONE

Jigsaw

Jensen Killgore, 20 years old.

At a certain point in life, you reach an age when you realize being a man isn’t about strength, money, or respect. It’s about the awareness of how your actions affect other people.

No matter how you try to bury the past, the consequences of our actions—or inactions—often find a way to hunt us down.

More than six years away from my family’s farm and I couldn’t banish this place from my memory even if I wanted to.

The old white mailbox appears on my left. Rustier now. A little tilted. But still there.

Dread and fury beat against my skin. This isn’t a social call. It won’t be a warm family reunion.

I’m here for retribution and rescue.

One way or another, my baby sister’s leaving with me today.

I’m bigger now. Stronger. I have a little bit of money.

Nope. Don’t think about the money or where it came from. Rooster’s Aunt Em made it clear on her deathbed, she loved me like a son.

I’d rather have Aunt Em alive and breathing than all the money in the world.

She’d know how to take care of Jezzie. Instead, I plan to take my sister halfway across the country to stay with a woman she probably doesn’t even remember.

A woman who once tried to protect my mother from getting involved with my crazy-ass father.

He never hit the girls.

Girls were meant to serve. Be silent. Obedient. He never whipped them or locked them in the basement.

That you know of.

Ruth would’ve protected Jezzie. The woman who helped me escape. Who promised she’d look after my sister.

I was a kid. Fuck, I’m still a damn kid. Rooster’s Aunt Em and Uncle Boone saved my life by taking me in after my father’s last beating sent me to the hospital.

I owed them everything. After I graduated from high school, I planned to come back for Jezzie.

Then Em got sick. Really sick. I helped Rooster and Boone take care of her until she passed. Peacefully at home. The way she wanted.

Boone was a mess. The man who treated me like his son was lost without his wife. I helped Rooster take care of Boone.

Until Boone had a stroke.

Rooster was dealing with Boone’s estate. Learning the ins and outs of the bar and restaurant Boone left us. In a few weeks, I’ll return to help him figure it all out.

But now it’s time to get my sister. I can’t wait any longer. She’ll be approaching fourteen now. Getting too close to the age my father thought girls should be married off to start breeding the next generation of the Lord’s servants.

Before she passed, Aunt Em tracked down my real aunt. My mother’s sister, Angela. Like the mama bear she was, Em hired a PI to learn everything she could about Aunt Angela before giving me the information. She works a normal nine-to-five in a nice small town in Pennsylvania. No children. No husband. No cult.

I had a few fond memories of Angela. Her face. Her smile. A yappy dog who always sat on her lap when we visited. How she tried to convince my mother not to move to the other side of the country when my father got his first “vision from the Lord.”

Then later how she visited our farm when Jezzie was maybe two or three. The arguments she had with my parents. How she left in a hurry and we never saw or heard from her again.

That’s who I was trusting to take care of Jezzie now?

No. If I get any hint Andrea’s nuts, I’ll keep Jezzie with me.

Where? At Boone’s place? Where his motorcycle club buddies drop in to visit with alarming frequency. What’s she supposed to do, bring her math homework to the bar after school? So I can help her with equations while I’m busy serving beer to bikers until one in the morning?

While it might be better than living under my father’s thumb, it’s still not a life for a young girl.

The truck bounces and dips as I steer from the road onto the long driveway leading to the small farm I remember all too well. Dirt and pebbles fly up, pinging against the side of my truck.

What if we need to make a quick getaway?

Slowing down, I jerk the steering wheel, executing a sloppy three-point turn, and stop the truck in the overgrown grass bordering the driveway.

I silently slide out of the truck, my boots barely scraping against the gravel. My gaze travels up the driveway. Who the fuck knows what I’m going to encounter.

Digging under the front seat, I pull out a holster and shrug it over my shoulders. I slide a black case out, flip it over and pull out a 9mm Glock and slap in a full magazine, rack the slide, then tuck it into the side of the holster. A second 9mm rests in the case. I glance up the driveway again.

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Collect the Pieces – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/collect-the-pieces-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Sun, 02 Mar 2025 13:35:59 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/collect-the-pieces-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)

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Everything I thought I knew about my woman has been shattered. Now, it’s up to me to collect the pieces and decide if Margot and I are a match made in heaven—or destined for hell.

Collect the Pieces needs to be read after Twist the Knife.

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THE LOST KINGS MC: DEADBRANCH, TN

President: Squiggy

SAA: Steer from the Downstate NY charter moved to TN in Throne of Scars.

Retired President: Digger, we first met him in Lyrics on the Wind.

OTHER LOST KINGS MC MEMBERS

Thomas “Ravage” Kane: We’ve gotten to know Rav and his snarky humor a little bit better in each book. Ravage is a general member who helps out wherever he is needed.

Cronin “Sparky” Petek: Sparky is the mad genius/hippie stoner behind the Lost Kings MC’s pot-growing business. He is rarely seen outside of the basement, as he prefers the company of his plants.

Elias “Bricks” Serrano: We have seen Bricks and his girlfriend Winter throughout the series. He’s one of the few members who does not live at the clubhouse.

Sam “Stash” Black: Lives in the basement with Sparky and helps with the plants.

Hoot: We’ve seen glimpses of him since Slow Burn when he was a lowly prospect. He finally got his full patch, but still gets a lot of the grunt work.

Birch: We also met him as a prospect. He’s been voted as a full-patch member but shares in a lot of the grunt work with Hoot.

Priest: The Lost Kings MC’s national president. We first met him and his wife, Valentina, in After Burn.

Malik: Prospect for the Lost Kings MC. Helps out at Crystal Ball. Owns the Lucky Duck pawnshop in Ironworks.

Sway: Former president of the downstate charter of the Lost Kings MC. We’ve seen Sway and his wife Tawny off and on in the series since Strength From Loyalty, usually annoying Rock in some fashion. After some legal troubles in Throne of Scars, Sway disappeared to Florida and has not been seen or heard from since.

THE LADIES OF THE LOST KINGS MC

Hope Kendall North, Esq.: Nicknamed First Lady by Murphy in Corrupting Cinderella (Lost Kings MC #2), Hope is the object of Rock’s love and obsession. Their daughter is named Grace after Rock’s mother.

Trinity Hurst Ramsey: Wrath’s angel. Former caretaker of the club. She now has her own photography and graphic design business. She is married to Wrath, fiercely loyal to the club, and best friends with Hope. Although she loves her niblets, Trinity and Wrath are happily childfree by choice and intend to stay that way.

Heidi “Little Hammer” O’Callaghan: Murphy’s wife and Teller’s little sister. Heidi just graduated from college and works at Empire Med. Murphy officially adopted her daughter, Alexa Jade. In Reckless Truths, Heidi and Murphy had another daughter, Brittany, affectionately nicknamed “Bit-Bit” by her big sister.

Charlotte Clark, Esq: Teller’s sunshine. Often credited with taming the brooding treasurer of the Lost Kings, Teller. As of Reckless Truths, she is pregnant with twins.

Lilly Frazier: Z’s brave and devoted siren. The new queen of the Lost Kings MC’s downstate charter. One of Hope’s best friends. Z and Lilly’s son is named Chance.

Shelby Morgan: Rooster’s sassy little chickadee. Country music singer from Texas. We first met Shelby in Swagger and Sass.

Serena Cargill: Former downstate club girl. Abused by Shadow, the former VP of the downstate charter. Found love with her Grinder, her “murder daddy” in Crown of Ghosts. She is currently pregnant with their son Lincoln.

Emily C. Walker: Engaged to Dex. Serena’s best friend. Introduced in Throne of Scars.

Margot Cedarwood: Daughter of the owner of the Cedarwood Family Funeral Home, a business the Lost Kings MC invested in as of Reckless Truths. Jigsaw has had his eye the pretty blonde mortician her since the day they met.

Liberty Isabel Walker: Libby is Emily’s teenage sister. The Walker sisters have no other family. Grinder is protective of them.

Willow: Bartender at Crystal Ball, but once or twice we’ve caught her sneaking in or out of the basement with Sparky.

Swan: Lost Kings MC club girl and dancer at Crystal Ball. Swan has found a new calling as the yoga teacher for the old ladies of the Lost Kings MC and is slowly moving away from dancing at Crystal Ball.

OTHER RECURRING CHARACTERS IN THE LOST KINGS MC WORLD

Griffin “Stonewall” Royal: His story is in Fighting the Forbidden and Repairing the Wreckage. Remy’s best friend and business partner. Helped Grinder out in Crown of Ghosts. In a relationship with Remy’s little sister Molly.

Roman “Vapor” Hawkins: Renegade Path is his story. He is married to Dex’s “niece” Juliet.

Remington “Ruthless” Holt: Owns “The Castle” with his best friend, Griff. An underground fighting ring Murphy used to participate in. We’ve seen him most recently helping out the club in Crown of Ghosts. Guardian of his younger sister, Molly. Considering forming a support club for the Lost Kings MC with Griff, Eraser, and Vapor.

Dawson Roads: Famous (fictional) country music singer in the Lost Kings MC world. He’s been mentioned here and there since One Empire Night, but we didn’t officially “meet” him until Rhythm of the Road when Shelby was on tour with him.

Carter “Scribbles” Clark: Charlotte’s goofy, often inappropriate, younger brother. Most recently rescued by the club in Reckless Truths. Given the road name Scribbles by Wrath.

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Twist the Knife – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/twist-the-knife-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:20:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/twist-the-knife-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Forbidden, MC Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)

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Jensen ‘Jigsaw’ Killgore’s life as road captain of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club is a wild ride filled with brotherhood, playing with knives, and dabbling in vigilante justice. The endless supply of willing women who cross his path is enough to satisfy all his cravings.

Raised in a strict religious cult that left him scarred inside and out, monogamy isn’t part of Jigsaw’s future plans. But his carefree existence takes an unexpected turn when Margot, a quirky, curvy blonde involved in his MC’s business, enters his life.

With a morbid sense of humor that calls to Jigsaw’s deepest inner demons, Margot Cedarwood might be the first woman who surprises him as much as she scares him. Against every one of his instincts, he finds himself captivated by the eccentric but compassionate mortuary cosmetologist.

With his president’s warning to keep his hands off Margot echoing in his ears, Jigsaw must navigate the dangerous territory of falling for a woman who’s supposed to be off-limits while respecting the bonds of his chosen family.

But the more time Jigsaw and Margot spend together, the more he realizes she might be the one woman capable of what he once thought was impossible—capturing his reluctant heart and soothing his scarred soul.

In a world where loyalty is everything, Jigsaw and Margot must decide if love is worth breaking all the rules.

USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake invites you on a riveting journey of passion, danger, and the redemptive power of love in the 24th book in the popular Lost Kings MC series.

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The following may contain spoilers if you are not caught up on the series or have skipped books.

Please note, this glossary only pertains to my romantic fictionalized motorcycle club world. It should not be construed as applicable to any other fictional club or a real-life motorcycle club.

THE LOST KINGS MC: UPSTATE, NY (“EMPIRE,” NY)

President: Rochlan “Rock” North. Leader of the Upstate NY charter of the Lost Kings MC.

Sergeant-at-Arms: Wyatt “Wrath” Ramsey. Protector or enforcer for the club.

Vice President: Blake “Murphy” O’Callaghan. Murphy was the road captain up until White Lies (Lost Kings MC #15)

Treasurer: Marcel “Teller” Whelan. Handles the money and investments for the club. In After Glow (Lost Kings MC #11) Rock and Teller discovered they were father and son. In Reckless Truths (Lost Kings MC #21) they let the whole club in on their secret.

Road Captain: Dixon “Dex” Watts (newly appointed to the position in White Lies)

THE LOST KINGS MC: DOWNSTATE, NY (“UNION” NY)

President: Angus “Zero” or “Z” Frazier. As of Zero Apologies (Lost Kings MC #14), Z is the president of the Downstate, NY charter of the Lost Kings MC.

Vice President: Logan “Rooster” Randall: Rooster’s story is told in Swagger Sass (Lost Kings MC #14.5), Rhythm of the Road (Lost Kings MC #16), Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC #17), and Diamond in the Dust (Lost Kings MC #18)

Sergeant-at-Arms: Grayson “Grinder” Lock as of Throne of Scars (Lost Kings MC #20)

Treasurer: Hustler

Road Captain: Jensen “Jigsaw” Kilgore; Jigsaw, Rooster’s best friend from childhood.

THE LOST KINGS MC: PORT EVERHART, VA

President: Cypress “Ice” Caldwell

Vice President: Farmer

Sergeant-at-Arms: Pants

Treasurer: T-Bone

Road Captain: Boots

THE LOST KINGS MC: DEADBRANCH, TN

President: Squiggy

SAA: Steer from the Downstate NY charter moved to TN in Throne of Scars.

Retired President: Digger, we first met him in Lyrics on the Wind.

OTHER LOST KINGS MC MEMBERS

Thomas “Ravage” Kane: We’ve gotten to know Rav and his snarky humor a little bit better in each book. Ravage is a general member who helps out wherever he is needed.

Cronin “Sparky” Petek: Sparky is the mad genius/hippie stoner behind the Lost Kings MC’s pot-growing business. He is rarely seen outside of the basement, as he prefers the company of his plants.

Elias “Bricks” Serrano: We have seen Bricks and his girlfriend Winter throughout the series. He’s one of the few members who does not live at the clubhouse.

Sam “Stash” Black: Lives in the basement with Sparky and helps with the plants.

Hoot: We’ve seen glimpses of him since Slow Burn when he was a lowly prospect. He finally got his full patch, but still gets a lot of the grunt work.

Birch: We also met him as a prospect. He’s been voted as a full-patch member but shares in a lot of the grunt work with Hoot.

Priest: The Lost Kings MC’s national president. We first met him and his wife, Valentina, in After Burn.

Malik: Prospect for the Lost Kings MC. Helps out at Crystal Ball. Owns the Lucky Duck pawnshop in Ironworks.

Sway: Former president of the downstate charter of the Lost Kings MC. We’ve seen Sway and his wife Tawny off and on in the series since Strength From Loyalty, usually annoying Rock in some fashion. After some legal troubles in Throne of Scars, Sway disappeared to Florida and has not been seen or heard from since.

THE LADIES OF THE LOST KINGS MC

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Total pages in book: 162
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From day one, I’ve been fighting to survive.
I should have known better.
Nothing in life comes easy.
In the end I might leave a champion.
But victory has a price.
And losing Molly is more than I’m willing to pay.

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CHAPTER ONE

Molly

My rage-fueled escape-my-life plan fizzles at the Empire International Airport.

Thwarted by ticket prices.

What was I thinking? Airlines don’t offer “broken heart” discounts.

A last-minute ticket for the places I’d want to go would drain almost everything I’ve managed to save in my bank account.

Defeated, I turn away from the ticket counter and shuffle toward a low, white bench by the floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the parking garage. Fatigue drags my butt down to the bench where I sit with my back to the window. I rest my elbows on my thighs and drop my head into my hands. Every nerve from my shoulders to my fingertips throbs, triggering a cascade of misery to rain over me.

The sound of shattering glass echoes in my mind.

I destroyed the car Griff gave me. The car we lovingly restored together.

No, no, no.

Every time I think I’ve pushed “the big bad thing” that made me take a bat to the car out of my head, images of Griff and Kiki in bed together replay.

The only man I thought I’d ever love betrayed me for all the world to see.

Running away won’t solve this pain.

Forget my lack of escape funds, I have a job, and my internship this summer. Remy went out of his way to secure the internship for me. It’s important for the career I want to have one day.

Why should I give up my future just because Griff decided to stick his dick where it didn’t belong?

“You all right, miss?” a rough but kind voice says from above me.

I tip my head up. Awareness that twin hot, wet trails are running down my cheeks chases a response out of my mouth. Embarrassed, I quickly wipe the tears away.

“Huh?” I mumble stupidly, staring at the airport security guard standing a respectful distance away.

“You, um, look upset.” Alert dark brown eyes bore into mine. “Do you need help?”

Help getting over my boyfriend. But I don’t think this stranger can help me with that need. “No, no. I’m fine.” I force a quick, fake smile. “Thank you.”

He’s young. Probably not much older than my brother. And apparently persistent. “Are you waiting for someone?” he asks.

Do I look suspicious or something?

“Not really.” Way to give a vague answer, genius. He’s going to call for backup any second.

“Here.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flat green-and-white card. “You look like you could use a hot chocolate. Starbucks is on the second floor.” He tips his head toward the escalators.

Empire International is only “International” in name. The airport’s small—I can see the green-and-white Starbucks awning from where I’m sitting. But I nod and reach for the card. “Thanks.”

He studies me as I take the card from his hand. Our fingers briefly touch. His eyebrows pinch together.

Crackers. What if he’s not worried I’m a safety risk? What if he watches Supreme Underground Fighter? What if he saw the episode last night and feels sorry for me because I’m a pathetic loser whose boyfriend couldn’t wait to cheat on her?

I gotta get away from him before he asks more questions.

I stand and hike my small backpack over my shoulder.

“You have any luggage?” he asks. Okay, maybe he’s still trying to decide if I’m a teenage terrorist and hasn’t seen the show.

I hate this!

“Just one bag.” I shrug, inching my backpack forward.

“Traveling light. Smart.” One corner of his mouth curls up. He’s cute. The short sleeves of his uniform shirt are stretched to their limits by his muscular arms. He’s tall, towering over me without looming. Not as tall as Griff, though.

Good grief, am I going to compare every man I meet to Griff for the rest of my life?

“Thanks again.” I wave the gift card through the air and turn toward the escalator.

Being at the airport but unable to fly anywhere seems masochistic. But I haven’t decided where else to go. The Uber I took from Johnsonville cost more than I make at Miller’s Farms in a week of afternoon shifts. Remy’s going to go nuclear when he sees the charge on his credit card. I’ll pay him back.

Upstairs, I step off the escalator and walk into the small cafe. The line’s short. I’ve barely settled on my order when I’m motioned toward the register by a tired-looking cashier. “Iced blonde cherry mocha and a blueberry scone.” I choke out the last word. I’ll never be able to eat another muffin again without thinking of Griff, so scones it is from now on.

The cashier tilts her head and frowns at me. I force my second fake smile of the morning and hand over the gift card. “I’m not sure how much is on it.”

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Fighting the Forbidden – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/fighting-the-forbidden-ruthless-royal-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:24:47 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/fighting-the-forbidden-ruthless-royal-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Forbidden, MC, Sports Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)

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My best friend’s little sister is the ultimate forbidden fruit.
I’m the bad boy. She’s the good girl.
I’ve fought for survival all my life. My best friend and I have built an empire with our fists, sweat, and blood.
There's nothing I won't do to protect her, no matter the sacrifice – even my own heart.
I should know better than to want her. She’s got big dreams that don’t involve me.
I need to set her free so she can escape our small town. Not just for her sake–if her brother finds out about us, it’s more than my heart that could be broken.
But one kiss from her soft lips, I know I’ll never let her go.

USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake welcomes you to her captivating new series full of passion, longing, and the unbreakable bonds of chosen family.

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CHAPTER ONE

My best friend’s little sister Molly is the only person in the world distracting enough to make me miss a foot flying at my head.

The kick slams into my temple. Pain explodes through my skull. My vision blackens around the edges. I rock sideways but stay on my feet.

Stupid mistake.

Everything in front of me blurs for a second. I grit my teeth, refusing to give in to the throbbing ache. Shaking off the blow, I put my fists back up, and weave away from my opponent.

My wandering attention could’ve cost me the fight. But Molly’s here. Watching. Even though she’s what pulled me out of the fight, she’s also the reason I’m diving back into it.

So she can watch me win.

I weave away from my opponent’s next strike. He already had his shot. He’s not getting another one.

Molly is my ultimate forbidden fruit—my best friend’s little sister. She’s sweet, shy, innocent, and gets good grades while I’m gruff, loud, definitely not innocent, and earn extra cash by beating the shit out of people in illegal underground fights.

Why is she even here?

The bloodthirsty spectators roar. This is a rougher scene than I’m used to. Dirtier fighting. Fewer rules. The dank, sweat-soaked air crackles with expectation.

My opponent—a skilled fighter, no doubt—goes in for another shot and that’s when I retaliate, pummeling him with several calculated strikes. He sways on his feet, then crumples to the concrete floor.

Stay down, motherfucker.

He groans and flops his forearm over his eyes. The crowd erupts in chaotic cheers and shouts. The ref stomps over and toes my opponent in the ribs. The guy curls into a ball on his side, signaling he’s done.

Breathing hard, I allow the ref to hold my hand in the air and show me off to the heavy bettors outside the cage.

“Give it up for Stonewall!” the ref shouts, using the ring name I was given years ago.

The people chanting my name are nothing more than a colorful, frenzied blur. My mind’s already left the ring. I’m too busy searching for Molly to pay attention to the spectators, girls, or anyone else.

The organizer of tonight’s matches approaches with a big smile stretched across his face. He hands me my stack of cash and slaps my back.

“Good match!” he shouts in my face. “Come back anytime.”

Not likely. I don’t plan to make a habit out of visiting Ironworks.

I nod to acknowledge his open invitation, then hustle out of the ring and into the fray. Need to reach Molly before the crowd swallows her. These aren’t the sort of people she should be mixed up with.

I shoulder through the mass, bumping guys out of my way. There. No more than ten feet from me. She’s in a shadowy area, waiting patiently against the back wall. My lips curve up as I recognize the logo of my fight club stretched across the front of her purple T-shirt. Brass knuckles and roses. Kind of like Molly and me.

Guys eye-fondle her as they walk by, but no one dares talk to her. They know better than to mess with Remy’s little sister. Because she’s my Molly—sweet, oblivious Molly—she doesn’t notice their attention.

Her eyes are focused on me and nowhere else.

Unfortunately, a lot of ring bunnies are also focused on me. One approaches with a sway to her hips and her full, red lips curled into an enticing smile. My gaze shoots to Molly in time to catch the turndown of her mouth and quick glance toward the exit.

I need to reach her fast.

“Congratulations, G,” Layla says. She waits for me to kiss her cheek. Give her some sign I want her to accompany me to the locker room or maybe my car so she can be my trophy for the night. Leaning in closer, she drops her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “Were you messing with him when you took that kick?”

I don’t bother bending down to hear her better or return her smile. “Nope.” My clipped answer’s meant to satisfy her questions—both spoken and unspoken.

Layla knows a brush-off when it’s happening. She’s too proud to beg and too beautiful to bother trying to convince me. She lifts her chin and stalks away. On to the next fighter.

My eyes lock on Molly again. She’s staring at the floor now, arms wrapped around her middle like she’s trying to make herself as small as possible. She lifts her head as I approach. A tentative smile flickers over her lips.

“You didn’t have to hurry up for me,” she says, nodding in Layla’s direction. “I know you have fans to attend to.”

The words come with an edge of hurt—pain I wish I could erase from Molly’s mind.

“Does your brother know you’re here?” I ask, holding out my arms to her.

Instead of answering, she flings herself against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I lift her up, hugging her tight, burying my nose in her cherry-vanilla-scented hair.

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Agony to Ashes – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/agony-to-ashes-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Sat, 24 Jun 2023 21:48:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/agony-to-ashes-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)

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In the thrilling conclusion to Dex and Emily’s duet, bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake takes readers on a wild ride of second chances, healing, and explosive chemistry.

Temptation got the best of Emily. Between raising her sister and working full time, she knew she didn’t have time for a relationship. Then she met Dex and despite her painful past and weight of her responsibilities, she fell for him hard. Still reeling from the trauma of her past, Emily was forced to confront her worst fears and had to do the unimaginable.
Driven by a tragic past, Dex never expected to fall in love again. But Emily unlocked the carefully constructed cage around his heart and burned all of his doubts to ash. Being with her is everything he never knew he needed. Living without her isn’t an option.
And a Lost King will burn down the entire world to keep his queen.

Full of steamy romance, unforgettable characters, surprise twists, and witty banter, Agony to Ashes is a must-read for fans of the Lost Kings MC series. Agony to Ashes is book two of a duet and should be read after Rust or Ride.

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CHAPTER ONE

Nothing good ever shows up in the rearview mirror.

Lost love cuts deeper than any knife. This must be why I’ve avoided relationships for so long. I’d forgotten what a manipulative bastard love could be, charming its way into my heart only to kick my ass to the curb.

All that’s left is the pain. A dark and lonely road to nowhere.

Before Emily, I would’ve gotten on my bike and ridden that road until the pain faded to a dull ache. But loving her has made me stubborn.

I’m not going anywhere.

I won’t cause her more stress while she’s at the hospital with Libby, but I’m not willing to let her do it all alone, either.

Early the next morning, I head downstairs, searching for the right person to ask for a favor.

Unfortunately, the first people I encounter aren’t equipped for this assignment. No, the stoner twins are busy watching cartoons and munching on overflowing bowls of pastel-colored cereal in the living room. Sparky waves at me with a sparkling rainbow soup spoon, spraying droplets of milk all over Stash.

“Morning.” Sparky frowns and tilts his head. “Why so bleak, brother?”

“What’s with the rainbow dinner wear?” I nod to the bowl and spoon in his hands. “You steal that from Alexa?”

He glances at the bowl as if just noticing it for the first time. “Huh. Maybe?”

Stash grins at me and raises his bowl. “Have some sugary goodness and lighten up, brother.”

“Maybe later.” I glance toward the front door. “You seen Trinity around?”

Sparky nods and points his spoon toward the hallway leading to the kitchen. “Who do you think set us up with the cereal?” He picks up a family-size box and shakes it in the air.

“Does that mean she’s in the kitchen?” I ask, quickly losing patience.

Sparky shrugs and shoves another overflowing spoonful into his mouth.

“Last time we saw her, that’s where she was headed,” Stash finally answers.

“Thanks.” I march toward the kitchen, shoving the dining room door open and almost smacking right into Trinity.

“Shoot. Sorry,” she says, backing up.

“No, my fault.” I hold up my hands. “But I was looking for you.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Shit, I hate asking her for favors. Trinity has enough to do. Plus, it’s awkward as fuck to explain why I need her to do this.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

“No,” I answer, holding back all the pain gathering in my chest. “Is there any chance you could run out to Johnsonville Hospital and check on Emily? Libby was in an accident and—”

“Oh my.” Her jaw drops. “Is she okay?”

“I think so. I’m not sure.” I hesitate and run my hands through my hair.

She frowns at me. “What’s going on?”

“It’s…it’s complicated.”

“Say no more.” She nods once. “You think she’s still in the hospital?”

“Last time I checked, yes. Room 382.” The person who’d answered the phone this morning had been a fuck lot easier to finesse than the nurse I’d dealt with at the hospital.

She glances down as if she’s checking to make sure her orange hooded sweatshirt, leggings, and bright yellow sneakers are appropriate attire. “I’ll leave now.”

Relief flows through me. “Thank you.”

Her expression softens. “Dex, you once saved my life. I’m always here if you need my help.”

Saved her life might be stretching it but I appreciate the sentiment. “Thanks, Trin.”

“I just need to run to the house and get my purse. Oh!” She pulls her phone out of the front pocket of her hoodie. “Hope’s supposed to cover a case for Charlotte this morning,” she explains as her fingers tap out a text. “I promised Rock I’d give her a time check.”

I chuckle. “Is there anyone around here you’re not taking care of?”

“Probably.” She flashes her phone at me but all I see are a line of eye-roll emojis. Trinity snickers and tucks her phone away. “All right. I’m off.” She turns, heading for the kitchen. “I’ll call you with an update.”

“Thanks, Trinity.”

It’s a risk, asking Trinity to visit Emily. It could piss Emily off even more. Push her further away. But the thought of her alone in the hospital beating herself up over the accident kills me. I’d been there. Alone, when someone I loved was suffering. The weight of it was suffocating. Even if we’re not together, I can’t leave Emily to deal with everything by herself.

Besides, if anyone can talk some sense into her, it might be Trinity.

Not wanting to hover while she finishes what she needs to do, I continue through the kitchen and step outside through the back door.

A cold gust of wind slaps me in the face. Spring’s supposed to be around the corner, but the seasons seem to be stuck. Kind of like I was for years. Stuck in loneliness—the cruelest season of them all. Deadlier than a winter frost, sending my heart into hibernation for years, even if I didn’t want to admit the truth. My club saved me years ago. Gave me a reason to exist when I thought I didn’t deserve to live.

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Rust or Ride – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake http://www.wownovels.com/rust-or-ride-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Fri, 24 Mar 2023 15:26:14 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rust-or-ride-lost-kings-mc-read-online-autumn-jones-lake Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Authors: Autumn Jones Lake Advertisement

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Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
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No matter how hard he tries, the road captain of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club can’t resist falling in love in this captivating installment of the Lost Kings MC series by USA Today bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake.
Dixon “Dex” Watts has traveled a road full of painful twists and turns. He found love young, lost it, and swore to never give his heart to another woman. He’s devoted his life to the only family he needs—the Lost Kings MC.
Emily isn’t just another woman. She’s the best friend of a brother’s wife. Not someone who should spark emotions he thought had rusted out years ago. But when he finds Emily stranded in a cemetery, his hardened heart starts to thaw.
Tragedy has followed Emily like a shadow. She’s committed to protecting and raising her teenage sister on her own. Dating and relationships don’t fit into her carefully constructed world. Besides, no man has ever met her high standards or earned her trust.
But Dex isn’t just any man. He’s obscenely hot, overprotective, and has a moral compass that often points in a gray direction. On the outside, everything about him should scream danger. But Emily slowly discovers the truth is more complicated.
No matter how hard they try, neither of them can ignore their burning attraction. They may be complete opposites with painful pasts and incompatible lives, but once the spark ignites between them, the flames can’t be extinguished.

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CHAPTER ONE

Dex

First rule of life: Never let anyone get the jump on you.

Especially in a cemetery.

I take another look around. Rows and rows of headstones. Not another person in sight.

Above me, a crow circles and lets out a mournful caw.

“Me too, buddy,” I whisper, and I sink to my knees on the hard ground.

Cool air drifts over my face—another cruel reminder of all the things we’ve missed. Fall, then the holidays, riding down to Florida for the worst of winter. So many things.

Cold, damp earth soaks through my jeans, chilling my knees and shins. The familiar itch to outrun bad memories tingles in my hands—the urge to twist the throttle, ride the wind, and remind myself that I’m still alive.

After this visit, it’s time to hit the road. Concentrating on the pavement ahead always eases the pain of my past. Quiets the noise in my head. Never quite fills the hole in my heart, though.

“Dex?” A soft voice breaks the silence.

Like a tornado, I jump to my feet, reach under my cut to grab my pistol, and face the intruder.

Short, wavy red layers fall past her chin, dusting her shoulders to frame her perfectly heart-shaped face.

Emily.

A violent wind sweeps through the air, picking up the long skirt of her dress and tossing it around her legs. She slaps her hands against her thighs, halting the material’s wild dance. A hesitant smile lifts the corners of her mouth. So unlike her. Every other time we’ve run into each other, she’s been confident and unafraid to speak her mind. An undercurrent of darkness that calls to my own always seems to flow under her words and actions, though.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a biker in a cemetery?” I growl, irritated by the fondness I seem to have for this woman who should be off-limits to me.

I shove my pistol back in its holster and fake a smile to take the sting out of my violent reaction. Emily’s important to a brother’s ol’ lady. She’s under my club’s protection. I need to reel in my irritation. It’s not her fault I’m so agitated.

Why is she here of all places? Why today of all days did I have to run into her?

“I…well. . .” Her anxious words are almost swallowed by another sudden gust of wind.

My gaze slides over her curvy figure without my permission. The long, black dress seems out of character for her bold personality. Then my brain kicks in. We’re standing in a cemetery, for fuck’s sake.

“What happened? Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes. Well, no.” She glances down at her dress as if she’d forgotten what outfit she chose this morning. “It’s my parents’ anniversary.” She sweeps her arm toward the long rows of grave markers behind us. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you.” Her nervous gaze slides to the headstone where I’d been paying my respects. I shift to block it with my body.

“What’s wrong?” I hate the sharp, impatient bite to my question but can’t seem to control my mouth this morning.

“I…I’m so embarrassed. My car won’t start.” She waves her phone in the air between us. “I was walking around trying to get a signal. I saw the motorcycle…thought I recognized you…” Her voice falters as if she wishes she’d never started this conversation. “God, I’m so rude. Please forgive me.”

Guilt prickles over my scalp. Grinder would kick my ass up and down the Thruway if he knew I was being so disrespectful to Serena’s best friend.

I swallow the agony and anguish that wrapped around my throat the second I rode through the cemetery gates. “Let me take a look at it,” I offer.

“No hurry. Take your time,” she says in a nervous rush. “I’m way over there.” She waves wildly toward the dirt path that serves as a road through the cemetery.

“I’m done.” I jerk my chin. “Lead the way.”

“Oh. Okay. Thank you.” She twists a loose chunk of hair around her finger then tucks it behind her ear. Again, she tries to peer over my shoulder and again, I block her view.

Pink spreads over her cheeks and she turns. The bottom of her dress sweeps over the too-long blades of grass. Someone needs to cut the grass, show some damn respect for the dead.

The burst of wind dies down, now only a ruffle through the trees. I scan the rolling green hills. We seem to be the only people here.

Suddenly, Emily tips to the side, arms flailing in the air. I hurry to steady her with a hand at her waist.

“Careful,” I warn.

Gingerly, she wiggles her foot and tugs the heel of her shoe out of the soft earth.

Against me, she’s warm and soft. Her head barely reaches my shoulder. She turns to peer up at me, the ends of her hair sliding over my leather cut. A hint of sugary vanilla tickles my nose.

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Total pages in book: 27
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Trick-or-treat! It’s time for the grand opening of the new clubhouse…

Resident deviant Thomas “Ravage” Kane has been tasked with planning the Halloween party this year. Everyone will be there wearing their creepiest and most creative costumes. An unexpected treat leads to a brush with death that wasn’t in Ravage’s plans.

Catch up with your favorite couples and gain insight about some mysterious members of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club in this Halloween-themed novella.

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CHAPTER ONE

Wrath

Two weeks before Halloween…

There are times and situations that require a hard dick. At the table during church isn’t one of them.

I never should’ve watched Trinity wriggle into a Halloween costume before leaving our house to go to the clubhouse. She didn’t tell me what exactly she was supposed to be. It didn’t matter—the outfit was sexy as fuck. The picture she sent me right before I took my seat didn’t free up any room behind my fly either.

Rock’s fingers cross my vision, snapping together.

Once.

Twice.

“You with us?” he asks with an edge of annoyance only Rock can get away with.

“What?” I shift in my chair. Slowly, the war room comes into focus as I blink away the image of Trinity squeezing her ample curves into shiny, white leather.

“As I was saying.” Teller glares at me from his seat across the table.

Glare all you want, welterweight.

“I think the best location for this charity event would be Furious.”

“You want to shut down the gym for a day so a bunch of little snot-monsters can run around?” He can’t be serious.

“It’s a big favor,” Teller concedes. “But Crystal Ball isn’t exactly a great location for a kids’ event.”

Normally I’d say it’s better to collect favors than hand them out. Except when it comes to my brothers. Fuckers know I’ll do anything for the club.

Doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy being a dick about it.

“Why exactly am I going to turn half of Furious Fitness into a kiddie carnival?” I raise my eyebrows and stare Dex and Z—the two geniuses responsible for this idea—down.

“Haunted house,” Z corrects.

“Dibs on the pumpkin carving station.” Jigsaw zigzags his hunting knife through the air to demonstrate his talents.

“Easy, Michael Myers,” Z says, holding out his hands like a lion tamer. “I don’t know if stabby utensils are the way to go on this event.”

Teller snort-chuckles into his fist. “Michael Myers my ass. More like Pennywise.” He leans over the table to lift his chin at Jigsaw. “What the fuck you wearing, bro?”

Sparky shivers and squeezes his eyes shut. “Pennywise is fuckin’ scary. I hate clowns.”

“Weird, since you are a clown,” Stash mutters.

Jigsaw flicks the ties of the frilly black shirt he’s wearing under his cut. “I’m thinking of attending this year’s festivities as a pirate.”

“Halloween isn’t for two more weeks,” Rooster mutters.

Z sits forward, resting his elbows on the table and pins Jigsaw with a stern look. “You thought church was a good place for your costume trial run?”

“Yeah.” Jigsaw grins at Z at one end of the table, then at Rock at the opposite end. “Why not?”

“I think he doesn’t want to admit this was a serious fashion choice.” Murphy squints at Jigsaw and pretends to give his outfit a closer inspection. “Did you steal that from an ol’ lady’s closet? I swear Heidi has a blouse that looks just like that.”

I snicker and reach across the table to bump my knuckles against Murphy’s.

“Z’s right,” Dex says, putting an end to us picking on Jigsaw. “We used to do a lot more charity events in Empire. It wouldn’t hurt to slap a fresh coat of paint on our ‘nothing but good guys who ride Harleys’ reputation. With all the shit going on with MCs in other areas, we should dust off our warm, fuzzy sides and show them off.”

“Thank you for volunteering, warm fuzzy.” I reach for a pen and piece of paper. “‘Dex—in charge of haunted house.’”

“No way,” Ravage protests. “John Wick over there might scare the kids away.”

Dex shoots him a glare, then turns toward me. “I’ll have my hands full with Crystal Ball on Halloween, brother. It’s one of our busiest nights.”

Fuck, he’s right. Dex has enough to do.

“Maybe Murphy should do it,” Z suggests.

“Since he’s basically an overgrown child?” Teller asks.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll decorate the shit out of Furious.” Murphy sends me a big shit-eating grin, daring me to make fun of him.

Sometimes I miss the days when he feared me. “Just because we’re partners and you’re wearing that VP patch now doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass.”

“Bring it on, big guy.” He motions to me with his fingers.

Just as I lean over the table to wrap my fingers around his throat, Rock stops me with a hand to my chest. “Simmer the fuck down.”

Bricks raises his hand. “I’ll do it.” He leans forward to get Teller’s attention. “Think Scribbles would be willing to help out?”

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Every secret has an expiration date. . .USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Autumn Jones Lake delivers the next highly anticipated installment of the Lost Kings MC series. Hidden truths are silent lies. One devastating truth rocked me to my soul. In an instant, my entire identity was erased and replaced. It’s a secret I must bury or risk hurting the ones I love the most. Blood never lies. The truth is a painful weapon. It cuts deep and can scar you for life. Even when the pain fades, the truth remains. There is strength in loyalty. My father keeps reminding me, every secret has an expiration date. Better to face the pain and endure the fallout. The strength of our Lost Kings MC family will pull us through. But everyone—even family—has a breaking point.
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PROLOGUE

Crossed Paths

Marcel - age twelve.

In and out.

The guy said it should take no longer than five minutes. And he’d pay me fifty bucks.

In and out. Grab the lockbox the bikers keep stored in the garage and…well, I hadn’t thought it through much more than that.

All I knew was fifty dollars would buy a lot of groceries.

My mother hadn’t been home in days. Any food we’d had was long gone.

I’d be fine. School lunch got me through the day. But even if I were able to sneak some of it home to my baby sister, it wasn’t stuff I thought she should eat.

Besides, Blake’s mom wasn’t much better than my own—which meant there were three mouths to feed at my house. Blake didn’t expect me to take care of him. He pulled his weight in other ways. Heidi was good, but there was only so much watered-down cereal I could feed the kid.

There was no way I’d tell anyone my mother had disappeared. I couldn’t risk Heidi being taken away. This wasn’t the first time Mom had taken off. Eventually she’d show up.

At least I hoped so. There was always the possibility she’d run off just like my dad had a couple years ago.

It was up to me.

I’d already raked every last leaf in the neighborhood for a few dollars. I’d tried asking the creep who lived across the street if he needed any help around the house. Instead he’d told me about the bikers who’d stolen some stuff from him and offered me fifty bucks to get it back.

He was probably lying, but I really needed that cash.

Blake and I had narrowly missed taking a ride in a cop car after shoplifting food from the Price Chopper the other day. It’d be a while before I’d try to steal from there again.

“You got her?” I asked Blake, nodding to Heidi who was busy playing with a stuffed pony Blake had given her earlier. I hadn’t asked where he got it from. It made Heidi happy and that was all I cared about.

“Yeah.” He puffed out his chest. “I got her, but you sure it’s a good idea?”

“You got a better one?”

He shook his head, shaggy red hair falling over his forehead. Heidi climbed up on the couch next to him, waving a book in his face to get his attention.

“I’ll be right back.” Not a promise I was sure I’d be able to keep, but I said it anyway.

It was only late September, but the evening air had turned brisk. The wind kicked up and I wrapped my knock-off Carhartt jacket around me tighter. Not that it did much good.

“Kid!” the creep across the street called, waving me over.

“What?” I snapped, eager to get this whole thing over with.

“You got a weapon?”

“Fuck no. I’m not plannin’ to run into anyone.”

“Well, just in case, take this.” He handed me a cheap hunting knife way too big to fit in any of my pockets.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to put this?” I handed it back and he shrugged. “Where’s this box again?”

“In the garage.”

“Yeah, I got that. Where?”

“Either in the metal cabinet or under the wooden workbench.” He held his hands roughly twelve inches apart. “It’s a gray metal box about this big. Silver handle.”

“How am I supposed to get it open?”

“You’re not. Just bring it back.”

This whole plan stunk.

He reached out, clamping a hand over my shoulder, squeezing enough to make me wince, but I didn’t move a muscle or show any fear. “You get caught, don’t mention my name, understand?”

“Sure.” I barely knew the guy and I sure as fuck didn’t have any warm, fuzzy, loyal feelings for him. But I wasn’t planning to get caught, so I kept my mouth shut.

“You’re gonna need something to get in that garage,” he said, looking around on his front porch. He returned and handed me a stubby screwdriver.

“That works.” I slipped it in my pocket and walked back to my house to grab my bike. I’d taken any reflective bits off earlier and Blake had helped me spray the shiny parts with matte black paint. Good way to get hit by a car, but I was hoping it’d help me stay off the radar of the guys I was plannin’ to rob.

I pedaled slowly, considering how to approach this job. Wondering what was in the box that had this guy willing to break into a garage owned by a bunch of bikers. Well, he wasn’t willing to do anything. He was sending a kid to do his dirty work. Figuring, what? The bikers wouldn’t be pissed to find me breaking in and stealing their shit? I had no illusion they’d go easy on me if I got caught.

Then don’t get caught.

Easier said than done.

In and out.

The parking lot for the strip club Crystal Ball was packed. The muffled thump of dance music throbbed through the air. Now, that was a place I’d rather sneak into. The garage next door, not so much.

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