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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)

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“Not looking for closure. I don’t close a good book until the story ends.”

And ours started when I was sixteen. Eighteen years later, we had become different people, living another life than the one we had imagined then. One without each other. Having Rome Bower back in my life had been more than a blast from the past. My soul had felt at home again. Turns out he wasn’t just my first love but he’d been the only one to truly own my heart.

Loving him was easy, surviving him was hard. And I had a secret that was best left alone. There was no need to drag up painful memories that he didn’t need to know. Not even when someone else gets the one thing I’ve wanted more than anything else. I refuse to be the distraction that will one day leave him with a world of regrets.

But then, I may not have that choice to make. When our second chance is being tested, and we are holding on tightly to what we have found, it is snatched away by a man with my dead husband’s face. I know too much, and the Irishman known as The Ghost can’t allow that.

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Salem

Eighteen Years Ago

My hands trembled as I held the plastic stick and stared down at the two pink lines. I reached out and gripped the sink in front of me when my knees started to give out. Could this be wrong? Was there such a thing as a false positive on a pregnancy test?

I had no one I could ask. No mother. And Vanna…we’d buried her two days ago.

Rome had been withdrawn and even raised his voice angrily when I mentioned staying longer. My professors had given me two weeks off to grieve the loss of Vanna—who, I’d told them, had raised me, but that wasn’t entirely true. I was getting the notes I missed through my email and recordings of my lectures. I’d taken my first test yesterday through a link that had been sent to me. I was scheduled for another one tomorrow. His reaction to my staying hadn’t made sense. I’d have thought he wanted me here.

I’d told myself that my period was late because of the emotional trauma of seeing Vanna in her last few days, dealing with the aftermath of losing her, and Rome. He hadn’t been the same since we’d left the hospital after she was pronounced dead.

But every day, my anxiety that it hadn’t come got so severe that I was losing sleep. So, I’d bought this to make myself feel better.

Instead, I felt as if the solid ground I had been standing on had been pulled out from under me, and I was left clinging to something to hold on to. How would I tell Rome this right now? He didn’t need this kind of pressure and worry. It could be wrong. I could buy another one. My bank account was getting dangerously low since I wasn’t able to work. But my job was there, not here.

I had to be sure. Before I told him, I needed to be positive. Or maybe even wait a little while. Give him time to adjust to life without his mother.

I closed my eyes tightly and sucked in a breath. I was going to be okay. It was fine. Rome would be by my side if I was pregnant. I wouldn’t be alone. We’d work this out.

Opening my eyes back up, I lifted my gaze to stare at my reflection in the mirror. I looked the same. There was nothing new about my appearance. This had to be wrong. I probably hadn’t done it correctly. What did I know about pregnancy tests? I’d never seen one until today. I should have read the instructions more carefully. That was all.

Rome still hadn’t come home from work. I’d suggested he not go in this week and take some time, but he’d been adamant that he needed to be there. He wanted the distraction. The way he’d been talking to me, his tone of voice, was so different that I didn’t push. It was as if he didn’t want to be forced to discuss anything. He was gruff and on edge. There was a slight panicky feeling inside my chest when I thought too hard about it. I was being too sensitive and needed to give him space. I’d been doing my best to do just that, but right now, I needed to see him.

I needed the reassurance of having him close. Knowing I wasn’t alone. That he wanted me. The insecurity that I’d lived with most of my life started to nudge me, reminding me it was a monster that hadn’t truly gone away. Rome and Vanna had just made me forget that it lingered in the darkness of my mind. A quiet whisper, telling me I wasn’t worth loving. That I was flawed. That I was unwanted. It grew louder in my ear every time Rome pulled away from me. Seeing him would put it back in its place. Locked away.

The eight-year-old Honda Civic that Vanna had helped me buy before I left for college was almost empty, and I’d need to put gas in it to get back from the bike repair shop where Rome worked, but I could get there at least. More money I didn’t need to be spending, but my mental health required that I see Rome.

Driving the twenty-three miles to him was fast since most of it was on the interstate. The closer I got, the more anxious I became. I was afraid I’d see him and blurt it out. I knew I couldn’t do that. He’d been through enough this past week.

Before I said anything, I was going to take another test. I had to be sure. This could all be a mistake, and there was no reason to get Rome upset over it. I was upset enough for both of us.

I pulled up beside his bike and parked, then hurried out of my car. The smell of cigarettes lingered in the air as I made my way to the shop. I wondered if Rome had come outside to smoke. He’d been doing it a lot this week. His mom would have been so upset about that, but I wasn’t going to say that to him. If that helped him cope, then it wouldn’t do any permanent damage if it was just while he was grieving. At least, I didn’t think it would.

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)

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Once, he had been my entire world. If he'd asked, I’d have given up every dream and plan I had for him. But he hadn’t asked. The day we lost Vanna, his mother, and the closest thing I’d ever had to one, I’d lost him too.

Eighteen years later, I’m back in Florida, trying to create a new life for myself after a year of going through the motions since my husband’s death. It’s probably best we don’t know the future because I wouldn’t have walked into that bar if I’d known my eyes would collide with the boy who had shattered me long ago.

But Rome wasn’t that boy anymore. He was a biker with a leather vest, tattoos, and piercings.

While I’d been mesmerized by the man he’d become, all he’d had to say to me was that I had gotten old. Leaving to never step foot back there again, fate plays a cruel twist where the new life I thought I’d found turns out to be a lie constructed by someone I trusted most, and the only one to save me is a biker named Tex

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Prologue

Rome

Eighteen Years Ago

My fingers dug into my scalp as I sat, holding my head in both hands. The burn in my chest felt as if it was reaching a point that was unbearable. She needed me, and I had to get back in that room. But I required a moment to get myself under control. I hadn’t been sure if I was going to put the hard chair I’d been sleeping in all night through the wall or burst into tears and bury my face into the mattress beside her.

This wasn’t fair. Her life hadn’t been fair.

Rage, hate, helplessness, all spiraling together, were a dangerous combination. It took your breath away. I craved an outlet, but had none. Not here. Not within these fucking walls.

Until the day I died, there would never be a smell that I abhorred more than that of a hospital. It was here where I’d been told about her cancer. Here where she’d barely survived the last surgery. And I knew it was going to be here where she closed her eyes for the last time.

“Rome.” The soft voice said my name, and with it came relief.

My chest eased, although the pain remained, and the anger released its talons. I jerked my head up and stared into the face of my very own fucking angel. The agony reflected in her cornflower-blue eyes matched my own.

I stood up, towering over her five-foot-five frame, and pulled her against my chest. Able to take my first deep breath, I sucked in air as her arms wrapped around me. Bending down, I buried my nose in her hair. If there were a balm for the soul, then Salem Gray was mine.

“You got my message.” My voice was hoarse with the lack of sleep and emotion clogging my throat.

She clung to my shirt and nodded. “I was at the studio. I’d left my phone charging and put it on Silent since it was so late. I didn’t see it until two hours later. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

I ran a hand through her long, silky black hair, keeping her head against my chest. With her like this, I felt strong enough. She gave me strength as much as she did solace. I didn’t know how the hell I’d survived the past year without holding her every day.

My eyes closed as her warmth seeped into me, pushing out the cold that had been buried deep within my chest.

She’d last been in my arms two weeks ago, and every time she left, it was getting harder to watch her drive away. Keeping her with me, beside me, beneath me…

My hands tightened instantly as the memory of her throwing her head back, crying out my name, sent a bolt of need straight to my dick. God, even now, here, facing my fucking worst nightmare, Salem could make me hard. She’d been doing it so easily since she had been too young for me to be noticing. But so fucking beautiful for me to miss.

Her sniffle was the reminder I needed that she wasn’t here for me to sink my cock into.

“Is she…is she awake, alert?” Salem’s voice was thick with a sorrow that mirrored my own.

Pulling myself together, I lifted my head and nodded. “Yeah. She’ll want to see you.”

Salem’s eyes were wet with tears. Her long black eyelashes were spiky as she wiped at her face and took in a deep, unsteady breath. Stepping back from me, she gave me a smile so fucking heartbreaking that I fought the need to reach up and rub my chest.

“I don’t want her to see me like this.” She let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. More tears continued to fall, and she worked diligently to catch them. “I can already hear her telling me, Don’t you start crying over what is meant to be, Salem. Just keep walking the path and find the beauty in the road ahead.”

The first smile in what felt like weeks tugged at the corners of my mouth. “That sounds just like Momma,” I agreed. “You even got her Alabama twang down.”

Salem pressed her full pink lips together. “Whew,” she said, blinking several times and straightening her shoulders. “I’m good. I can do this.”

Momma wasn’t going to be fooled. Salem’s red-rimmed eyes hinted at the crying she must have been doing on her drive down here from Savannah.

Since Salem had left back in August for her freshman year in college, I’d found that I hated the state of Georgia. It had taken her from me. Mom’s illness had brought Salem home often, and taking care of Momma had kept me preoccupied for the most part. But there were those days when I literally ached to get on my Harley and go to her.

I cupped her face with my hand, which appeared large and tanned against her porcelain skin. “Just let me look at you for a minute.” My voice was raspy and thick.

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)

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“My Mama D used to say that mistakes happen, and cryin’ a bucket of tears over them is silly. Because wisdom is built from a pile of mistakes.”

Liberty

Thing is, my Mama D never had a one-night stand with an older man who never told her his last name and left behind a souvenir that was gonna be life changing – but I had.

My life had started as a fairytale, then morphed into a nightmare by the time I was ten years old. From the moment I’d been kicked out at eighteen, I had found a way to survive. Anything was better than the home I’d left behind. At some point, everyone gets a break, right? You would think so, but fate keeps tossing things at me, trying to see how much I can take.
Looks like it won because I’m stuck right back where I started. Living in my sister’s house, who hates me, with the clock ticking until I’m homeless again.

Liam

It was time I settled down. Found a woman I could grow old with because, let’s face it, I was so close to fifty I could reach out and touch it. The daughter I hadn’t got to raise was now in my life. Grown, married, with two little boys. I wanted to be someone she could be proud of and respect. I recently started dating a doctor, she was gorgeous, smart, and independent. It all looked good when you checked off the list. My daughter couldn’t wait to meet her. I wished like hell I felt something for her. A spark, a pull, anything at this point would do.

Then, one night, when I’m leaving her bedroom, I see a familiar face looking back at me from the other end of the hallway. The sexy bartender I should have left alone six weeks ago and couldn’t get out of my head shouldn’t be here. But she is. Which means she’s the doctor’s spoiled, selfish brat of a younger sister. This was not going to end well.

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Prologue

Liberty

Eleven Years Old

Think about Charleston, think about Mama D’s fried pies, think about summer afternoons at the creek behind Dillard Holler.

Keeping my eyes closed tightly, I tried to focus on all the good things that had once been part of my life. Remembering what I’d had was better than facing what my life was now.

The pain never got easier. How many times had someone told me that time would heal the pain of loss or something dumb like that? I hadn’t believed them five years ago after my grandmother, Mama D took her last breath; or seven months after that, when I’d clung to the side of my momma’s casket; or six months ago, when my dad had been lowered into the ground. They had all been wrong or just lying because they didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t care if my dad was in a better place. He was supposed to be here with me. He was all I’d had left.

My eyes began to sting—an all-too-familiar reaction. I was so tired of crying. I’d done too much of it in the past five years. I tried once again to think about my life before we left our home in Charleston. The pretty yellow two-story house where I’d lived happily for the first seven years of my life. My Mama D’s house sat right across the street. The day we had driven away with all our things in a moving truck, I’d felt like I was losing my mom and Mama D all over again.

That had been four years ago. Dad had promised me that day, as we drove south to Ocala, Florida, that I’d find happiness again. I’d have a new home with new memories. Our family would look different, but there would be love. He thought we couldn’t move on if we stayed with the ghosts of what had once been. I disagreed, but then I hadn’t wanted to move on. I had wanted to cling to what was left.

I’d lost Mama D and then Momma seven months later. It was the hardest year of my life. Dad held me, promising me he’d never leave. We would survive this. One day, we would have a fond memory and smile when we thought of them. He said it was us against the world. And I believed him. Until … he’d moved us.

Opening my eyes, I wiped at the tears that I hadn’t been able to stop and stared at the bedroom that had become mine the week after Dad’s heart attack. It had been my stepmother, Abilene’s, crafting room and the only finished space in the basement of our home in Ocala. Dad had planned to finish the rest, adding a game room and a proper laundry room instead of the washer and dryer that currently sat in the open space across from my room.

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)

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Momma always told me that my sins would find me. I just didn’t think it would happen in a biker bar with my first crush bursting through the doors with his gun pointed at me. Well, not technically at me, but at my boyfriend- also known as my current sin. He was the thing I hoped the good Lord didn’t tell momma about in one of her dreams. Guess it didn’t matter anyway. I was caught and in a bigger mess than I could have imagined.

Micah Abe hadn’t laid eyes on Dolly Dixon, his younger sister’s best friend, in years, but her eyes were the kind you didn’t forget. Even if she’d grown into a woman with a body made for sin, he had recognized that unique shade of amber the moment she had locked her gaze on him. Damn shame he wouldn’t get a taste of her. His sister would cut off his favorite body part if he even considered it. Besides, he was over clingy women, and the way Dolly was holding on to his enemy like she wanted to wrap her legs around him meant she was the needy type.

Problem was he had to save her from herself. Clearly, Dolly was still clueless about life. That much hadn’t changed about her. He’d come here to get back what had been taken from him five years ago, but it looked like he’d be saving Snow White in the process.

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Prologue

Dolly Belle Dixon

Twelve Years Ago

It had been two days, and Momma hadn’t come out of her bedroom. Once the church folks and neighbors stopped coming by with casseroles, cakes, pies, and their condolences, she’d shut herself off in her room. The only sound I heard from her was the crying. Her door was locked, and I couldn’t get her to answer me when I knocked.

I sat outside her room in the hallway. My arms wrapped around my knees as I rocked back and forth. “One hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-two, one hundred twenty-two.” I whispered the number over and over again, trying to block out the sounds of her sobbing.

My own eyes burned with unshed tears, and I feared the lump in my throat had become permanent. It had been there since the moment I’d found Daddy. It had thickened as I made the way from the garage, where he hung—his neck bent at an odd angle, face blue, and body limp—to find my mother in the kitchen.

“One hundred twenty-two,” I said louder this time through clenched teeth, trying to keep from remembering.

Nothing truly helped though. That day had been burned into my brain. I couldn’t get it out. Not the way Daddy looked or how Momma had run past me to the awful scene in the place where our car should have been parked. The horrific sound that had torn from her chest when she saw him in there. Hanging from the ceiling. The green rope—the one he used to tie the Christmas tree to the roof of the car every year—around his neck.

The smell of his favorite meatloaf in the oven would always haunt me. Momma had been making Daddy’s birthday meal. We were gonna celebrate it after church. She’d even invited the reverend and his family to join us. I had been looking forward to the buttercream cake she’d made fresh, sitting on the cake plate.

I never wanted to see buttercream cake again. I didn’t want to smell it. I hated the idea of meatloaf.

“One hundred twenty-two.” My voice cracked this time, and I closed my eyes tightly.

Momma’s crying turned into wailing. She hadn’t eaten since the funeral. I looked down at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made her yesterday, still sitting outside her door. The bowl of peaches and cream oatmeal I had brought her earlier today was cold now and looked unappealing. The fridge was full of casseroles and pies, but the idea of eating any of that made my stomach turn. That was sad food. It meant my daddy was gone. That he was buried deep underground. That I would never hear his deep laugh, that he would never call me Twinkle Toes again.

“One hundred twenty-two. One hundred twenty-two. One hundred twenty-two.”

Momma needed to eat. I should call someone, but who would I call? No one had called the house. I wasn’t sure who could help me get Momma out of her room. I wished Daddy were here. When he had been alive, he’d handled all our problems.

“One hundred twenty-two. One hundred twenty-two. One hundred twenty-two.”

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Dolly

The band was playing our song—or the song I had decided was ours since it had been playing the first time we kissed. Canyon pulled me tighter to him, and I closed my eyes and relished the moment.

Once upon a time, I hadn’t imagined a man like him would ever notice me. In fact, I was sure I was going to die alone with an apartment full of cats as my only companions. Not that I even owned a cat, but I had seen it looming in my future once.

Thankfully, time had been good to me—or like Momma said, I had been a late bloomer. A really late bloomer, if you asked me. Canyon had been my first kiss, which was sweet and all, but I was also twenty-one years old. It touched on embarrassing. What girl was twenty-one when she got her first kiss? It was just pathetic.

I wouldn’t think about that right now or perhaps ever again. I was on the arm of a handsome man who smelled of cologne and leather—maybe a slight stench of cigarette smoke, but I could overlook that. He overlooked my complete lack of experience with all things sexual. But I knew tonight was the night. We were going to finally have sex. It was about time too. The only thing worse than dying alone with an apartment full of cats was to die alone as a virgin with an apartment full of cats. That had to be remedied.

I’d been waiting patiently because Canyon had said he wanted me to be sure. My comfort was important to him, and that was the sweetest thing I had ever heard. However, today, when he’d picked me up, he had said something about taking me back to his place, and I had known then that this was it! I would no longer be a twenty-one-year-old virgin.

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