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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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I should have told her everything.
How much I loved her. How much I’ve always loved her. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just wasn’t made that way.
Instead... I claimed her. Teased her. Taunted her. Worshipped her. Until... I broke her.
My best friend. My savior. My girl.
From my mind to my heart, to every single bone in my body. She owned me. I was hers.
Every look. Every kiss. Every touch. Every tear.
It was always her.
The only thing I feared more than losing her was forgetting her. I hated how much I needed her.
She was mine. Always and forever.
I hated her then. But Harley Jameson was about to find out how much…
I LOVED her now.
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Love Hurts Duet Series by M. Robinson
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Prologue

<>Jackson<>

Now: Twenty-one years old

“Stay out of it! This is none of your business!” Harley seethed, walking away from me.

I stood there in a state of fuckin’ shock.

Not moving.

Not breathing.

All I could do was think...

One. Bad. Decision.

Too many repercussions.

Too many fucked up emotions.

Too much fuckin’ bullshit and consequences.

I was home for a week, before I had to go back to Tennessee to start football camp for my senior year of college. I'd had scouts on my ass since I was in middle school, but this would be the year I decided the future I wanted.

Choose what team I’d play for in the NFL.

Rubbing the back of my head, I sighed from the sudden splitting headache taking over. Pissed as hell I’d only been home for two days and was already knee-deep in a shit-storm.

Fuckin’ Gremlin.

I knew this battle was far from over between us. No matter how much shit she spewed out of her loud ass mouth. Even after all these years, Harley still didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. Constantly having to remind her to reel it in.

I don’t know how long I stood there, until I finally got my feet moving to chase after her. Right when she was about to haul ass out of her room at the MC clubhouse, I slammed the door shut from behind her.

Not hesitating for a moment to grab her arm and yank her around to face me again. I locked her in place in front of me, wedged against the door.

This wasn’t the first or the last time I’d manhandle her this way. Trust me...

She liked it.

A lot.

Looming over her petite frame with a menacing glare, I snarled, “The fuck?” Practically knocked on my ass by what she just said. “Are you fuckin’ with me?”

“Let go of me,” she bit back.

“Fuck no.”

“I’m done discussin’ this with you. Can’t you see I want nothin’ to do with you?”

“Too fuckin’ late for that, Harley. You can’t do this alone. You can’t handle this without me. We wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for me.”

“You are so fuckin’ full of yourself!”

“Shhh ... keep your voice down.”

“Why? They’re gonna find out anyway, as soon as I kick your ass if you don’t let me go. Why must you bully your way—”

“Don’t get it confused, sweetheart. I’ve never had to bully my way balls deep inside of you. Half the time I can’t keep you off my dick.”

She gasped, shoving me as hard as she could. I barely wavered.

“Oh, you arrogant fuck!”

“I call it like I see it, Gremlin. And right now, I’m telling you it’s not the right time to tell our families. Stop fighting with me for one goddamn minute, so you can see straight for a second.”

“Jackson, I don’t need you to do this—”

“I’m fuckin’ standing here, aren’t I? I want to be here for you.” I gestured between us. “Do this with you. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”

“There’s a motive. There’s always an ulterior motive with you. This is not about me, it’s about you.”

“No. It’s about you being knocked up ’cuz of me.”

She tried to pull herself out of my grasp, but my grip constricted tighter around her arm. She wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to, and right now she was going to face the truth whether she wanted to or not.

“No matter how hard I get hit on the field, I always get back up. Do you understand me?”

“Are you really givin’ me a pep talk right now? I’m not one of your football groupies, you dick!”

“I’m like that in life too, and I’m a fuckin’ champion ’cuz of it. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us.”

“There. Is. No. Us.” The little shit’s knee flew up to my balls, but I deflected the assault.

“Babe, enough—”

“You fucked it up! Like you fuck everythin’ up! That’s all you do! You fuck shit up!”

“Gremlin,” I rasped through a clenched jaw, sick of hearing her say the same shit over and over again like a broken fuckin’ record. “We were kids.”

“Oh. My. God. Are you seriously tryin’ to justify one fuck up? What about all the other ones, Jackson Pierce?”

I knew what she was referring to, but I refused to go there.

Wrong place.

Wrong time.

Not here.

Not now.

Not after all this...

Her chest was heaving up and down with her lips puckered out. My dick twitched in response.

I wanted to kiss her as much as I wanted her to gag on my cock. Either way it’d shut her up.

“Bottom line, you’re fuckin’ listening to me for once. I’m just trying to take responsibility for this. I’m the only one here who knows you ... the real you, Harley. You hate me, I get that, alright? But that doesn’t change the reality I want this ... with you.”

She swallowed hard, the honesty in my tone finally getting through her thick Jameson skull.


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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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From Wall Street Journal & USA Bestselling Author M. Robinson. A coming of age, enemies to lovers, contemporary romance filled with angst and all the feels.
I couldn’t remember a time before her... Harley Jameson.
Before she owned me. Hated Me. Needed me.
Before I hated her…
Things were simple. We had an understanding.
Bully. Fight. Hate. It’s what we did.
Mind. Body. Soul. It’s how we loved.
I thought nothing would ever change that, until everything did.
She was mine. Always had been. Always would be. Nothing altered that.
Not how much I hated her. Not how much she hated me.
Especially, not how much I hated…
That I LOVED her.
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Prologue

<>Harley<>

Now

Two plus signs.

A smiley face.

One plus sign.

Two pink lines.

One pink line.

And then the word...

Pregnant.

Clear as day for me to read. I took six different pregnancy tests, and they all gave me the same exact result.

Never did I imagine this was where I would be at twenty years old.

Knocked up.

With child.

Bun in the oven.

Bastard.

How was I going to tell my family?

My daddy?

Or worse...

The father.

I was having a baby with the man I least expected.

Because you see, I hated him.

He hated me.

We hated each other.

Except after everything we’d gone through, done to each other, been through together. Deep in my heart, my soul, my entire being...

I loved him.

Chapter 1

<>Harley<>

Then: Six years old

My first word was fuck.

But only cuz my daddy said it all the time.

“Harley, are you listening to me?” Momma asked, shuttin’ the refrigerator door with a thud.

I nodded, but I wasn’t listenin’ at all. I just kept drawin’ a picture of my daddy in the unicorn notebook in front of me. Thinkin’ about him and not that butthole, Jackson Pierce.

My daddy was my everythin’.

Most little kids would say their daddies were their heroes, but my daddy really was a hero. I ain’t even playin’. He saved my momma’s life, like for real, for real. Daddy was the reason her heart was still beatin’.

Cuz his blood ran through her veins when he saved her life with a transfusion.

And that wasn’t the only time Daddy saved Momma.

He rescued her a lot, a lot. Like five times from all the bad guys tryin’ to steal her away from him.

Includin’ my Uncle Noah.

I know... crazy, right?

But Daddy says Momma saved him from himself, whatever that meant.

“Young lady, this behavior needs to stop. How many times have I told you—”

“Umm hmm,” I hummed, completely ignorin’ her.

My daddy was also a hero of war, which was like way better than Jackson’s doctor daddy anyway. He was a soldier for our country and brought the flag home. It was in the clubhouse in his office, along with all his other medals. He had lots of them cuz he was a real hero, not just a pretend one.

My baby brother Owen was even named after Daddy’s military brother who died in battle. Daddy said he wanted his memory to live on forever and ever, so Owen carries a very special name.

Like me.

Harley.

Daddy named me after his favorite thing in the universe besides Momma, his bike.

Anyone who said Harleys weren’t the best piece of machinery known to man could kiss Daddy’s ass. His words, not mine. I wasn’t allowed to cuss. It always got me in a whole lot of trouble.

Just like Jackson did.

Luke was our middle brother. He was named after Daddy’s baby brother who died when he was little. I was the oldest, so that meant I’d heard all the stories of Momma and Daddy’s lives so many times I knew them by heart. Daddy was the best bedtime storyteller, ever. I told all my friends their stories, even though Momma said I couldn’t talk ‘bout those things.

I didn’t listen to her...

I talked ‘bout them anyway, cuz my daddy was the best daddy in all the world, and everyone needed to know it.

Especially Jackson Pierce.

“Harley, have you heard a word I said?” she questioned again.

“Yep,” I replied, poppin’ my p.

I still wasn’t listenin’. I knew what she was gonna say. It was always the same thing.

“Harley, you can’t hit Jackson.”

“Harley, why did you hit Jackson?”

“Harley, you have to stop hitting Jackson.”

And what she said the most...

“Harley, you’re grounded.”

This wasn’t the first or the last time I’d be in trouble cuz of fart-breath Jackson Pierce.

“Then what did I say?” Momma asked, stoppin’ in front of me, shakin’ her head.

“That Jackson Pierce is a stupid, ugly-faced booger.”

“Harley Jameson!”

He is!

Jackson was always sayin’ his daddy was better than mine, cuz his daddy saved lives.

Well, duh, that’s what doctors do.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think Jackson’s daddy was awesome. He was, but he wasn’t more awesome than mine.

Why couldn’t they be the same level of awesomeness?

Whatever.

Everyone said Jackson was the golden child, cuz he was good at everythin’...

Barf.

He wasn’t as good as me, cuz I was way better than him.

At anythin’and everythin’.

Always.

And I made sure he knew that every chance I got, even if it got me grounded, forever. He needed to know he could kiss my butt, and I made sure he never forgot.

I ignored him for the most part. At least I tried to, but he was always gettin’ me in trouble with his stupid mouth. Momma said to pretend like he wasn’t there, but when I did, he was just a bigger bully with his huge reindeer ears and nose.

Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.

Jackson never stopped either. Sometimes he would pretend to be nice when adults were around, but he was always a turd.

A big fat one.

Sayin’ he was better than me, tryin’ to boss me around. Kickin’, pushin’, puttin’ me in headlocks, or holdin’ me down on the ground until I said or did what he wanted.


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