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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Lights To My Siren (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Lani Lynn Vale
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	1506178340
Characters:	Sebastian, Baylee
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You’re The Lights... Sebastian had one rule. No women on the back of his bike. Period. The one time he broke that rule, he killed the woman that was carrying his child. Then comes Baylee Roberts. She makes Sebastian want to break every single rule he’d ever implemented. Hell, but she even makes him consider that dreaded H word. A helmet. To My... Baylee Roberts innocently walked into her bathroom never expecting that she’d find a man in there. It is her bathroom after all, and she lives alone. From the instant he placed his hat on her head to protect her from the sun, Baylee’s mind becomes filled with thoughts of a certain biker. She really shouldn't go there. There’s no telling what kind of dangerous things he does for The Dixie Wardens MC. Siren... Nothing is ever as easy as it should be. Their relationship’s one of them. Baylee’s brother is a cop. Baylee’s father is a cop. Which inevitably means that Baylee’s going to have certain hang-ups about being with a man like himself. Sebastian has a lot on his plate with his busy job as a firefighter, a single father, and the vice president of The Dixie Wardens MC.
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Chapter 1

A good man breaks your headboard, not your heart.

-Rules to live by

Baylee

I watched out of the corner of my eye as the man, two yards down from my own, stepped up onto the diving board, faced me, and then laid his hands against the top of the fence. Then, unsurprisingly, he leaned his head down until his chin rested on top of the hands that rested on the fence. His eyes were on me as I screwed another screw into the board between my legs.

“If my stupid brother were here, I wouldn’t have had to worry about some creepy, old man watching me while I worked out in the yard.” I grumbled, as I tried not to notice the creepy old man.

I regretted taking off my shirt now, but it was so unbelievably hot out that it was either take the shirt off, or give up on the deck until fall. The weather in Texas was absolutely boiling. In the summer months, it reached upwards to 110 degrees. If I lived to be a hundred, I would never get use to this horrid Texas heat.

It was a far cry from the cooler summers in Casper, Wyoming. At least there we had defined seasons. In Texas, one day it could be sunny and stifling, and the very next it could be dreary and cold.

My brother was the one who’d recommended project ‘fiasco,’ saying it would help the resell value of my house to have a deck around the pool. He’d even planned the deck out, bought the wood, and built the framing. Then it sat for two months before I’d finally decided to just do it myself. Apparently, they’d been super busy at the station lately, and he hadn’t been able to utilize his free time like he’d previously done.

Sweat dripped down my chest and back, in slow moving rivulets, disappearing in the waistband of my shorts that said ‘cheer!’ across the ass. The bra I put on that morning was thoroughly soaked through with sweat, restricting my breasts like a serpent. The thick material was anything but forgiving, and I cursed my mother for passing down the big boob gene that required me to wear extra supportive bras, instead of thin cute ones like normal women.

On top of everything else, my knees were killing me. Two years after my accident at work, and I still felt the effects of that night.

That night, my life changed forever. I’d been working my third 24-hour shift of the week. There’d been a call involving a fifty-year-old man complaining of chest pain, while out for dinner with his wife.

My former partner, Cory, and I were dispatched.

After loading the patient, Cory had taken lead, which left me driving to the nearest hospital.

We’d been ten minutes out when a car had run the stop sign, barreling into the ambulance before anyone had even noticed it was there.

When I’d come to, the patient that had been coding in the back was dead, and Cory was unconscious and fighting for his life. I hadn’t been as severe, but I wasn’t able to feel my legs from the knees down at the time, either.

The loud roar of a motorcycle pulling up outside signaled the arrival of my new partner. Winter had learned of my side project during last night’s shift and immediately offered her assistance once she caught up on her sleep.

Winter was a fellow female medic at Station number three. She’d been there just shy of a year when I had arrived. We’d gotten along instantly. We’d been paired together ever since.

From then on, we spent quite a bit of time together, and over the past six months, I’d gotten to know the other women that lived in the same compound as Winter, as well. Winter’s husband , who was former military. When his old team had gotten out, they’d started a motorcycle shop and then moved in behind it.

There they’d established quite a reputable custom bike business, and had flourished since.

Winter said she’d be asking her husband to drop her off so she could drink if she felt like it afterwards. I told her she wouldn’t have the desire to do so after being outside so long, but what did I know?

The doorbell chimed a few moments after the sound of the bike shut off, and instead of getting up to answer it, I just yelled. Honestly, I was beyond tired. If I got up, it would be to lay down on the couch and crack open an ice cold Coke. “Come on in! I’m in the backyard!”

Winter’s answering yell confirmed that she’d heard me, and I went back to screwing.

I laughed at how idiotic that sounded. I had what you would call a very naughty sense of humor. Anything you had to say, even the most normal of statements, I could turn it into some sort of sexual innuendo.

With one hand, I lined the tip of my screw gun with the notched head of the screw. With the other, I pushed down while depressing the button. A movement out of the corner of my eye had me looking up in time to see the man a few yards down taking a picture of me.

Flustered, I turned back to my screwing, making a mental note to let my brother know sooner rather than later.

As usual, my coordination and lack of attention fucked me over, and instead of pushing down on the screw, the screw slipped. The head of the drill bit slammed down into my finger, shooting a burst of pain through my body.

Although I’d managed to pull back, the puncture still hit deep enough that blood started to pour from my finger. “Goddammit. Motherfucking bitch of a whore’s son.”

Painfully, I got up to my feet with my bleeding finger clutched to my chest, then ran to the backdoor, slamming inside without looking.

I ran straight to the bathroom, blood seeping through my clasped fingers.

I passed Winter on my way, but didn’t acknowledge her. Instead, I went for expediency, forgoing the niceties in exchange for prolonging the life of my brand new beige carpet.

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Halligan To My Axe Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #2) http://www.wownovels.com/halligan-to-my-axe-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Wed, 15 Jun 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/halligan-to-my-axe-2-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Halligan To My Axe (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC #2)
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ISBN/ ASIN:	B00P0AKLEU
Characters:	Kettle, Adeline
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You’re the Halligan... Kettle had it all. Until he didn't. He lost it all in a moment. One heart stopping, soul shattering moment, and there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. From that day forward, he stayed away from relationships. Then he responded to a possible fire and there she was, rocking his world when he didn't want it to be rocked. To My... Adeline was just a schoolteacher. She lived a boring life. Until she stole something. And it didn't have anything to do with the sexy firefighter’s heart. Oh, she stole that, too, even if he didn't want it to be stolen. Axe... Kettle didn't realize just what kind of trouble Adeline was in until it nearly ripped her from his life. There was no way anything was taking that away from him. Not again. One man was about to see up close and personal what fury looked like on the face of The Dixie Wardens MC’s enforcer.
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Chapter 1

The only fire he can’t put out is the one inside my heart.

-Adeline’s future self

Adeline

“What is that smell?” I sniffed.

Getting up, I followed the smell with my nose until I wound up in my bathroom.

“What the hell is that?” I gasped as I saw smoke seeping through the floor of my bathroom.

“Oh, my God!” I wheezed.

Running to my room, I made a mad dash for my cell phone and started dialing 911 immediately.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The thick Cajun sounding woman’s voice asked.

“Um, yes. This is Adeline Sheffield. I live in the apartment complex of Hunter Hollows, apartment 1B. I can smell smoke, and something weird coming through the floor of my bathroom. I’m not really sure if anything is on fire, per say, but there is so much coming through my floor that it’s leaving a hazy film in the air.”

“Alright, we’ll have the fire department and an officer alerted right now. Can you give me your physical address?” The woman asked.

I rattled off the address and hung up despite the woman’s concern for me to stay connected.

I didn’t have time for that.

If I had to evacuate, I needed to start collecting my pets. Pronto.

Running through my apartment, I started looking in Monty’s usual haunts, but couldn’t find him.

“Monty, you big bastard. Where are you?” I hissed when I didn’t find him under the couch, above the mantle, or in the kitchen sink.

I knew he couldn’t be in with the rest of my newly acquired friends, because I’d kept the door closed, and he was just too darn big to get in without me opening the door for him first.

After five minutes of no results, I started getting nervous.

Had he gotten out? Oh, shit. Please be inside here somewhere, Monty. I pleaded while going inside my spare bedroom and doing a quick inventory.

“BFD! Mrs. Sheffield?” A man’s deep baritone voice echoed from the living room.

“Damn. Piss. Monty, you asshole.” I growled before running back to the front door.

Disengaging the locks, I yanked the door open with barely concealed frustration and about fell on my ass when a fist the size of a phone book came inches away from slamming into my head.

“Jesus, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Phone book hand asked.

I waved a dismissive hand. “I’m fine. You didn’t touch me. Is the apartment downstairs on fire?”

The firefighter, who was taller than my door jam, shook his head as if he was confused. “I’m sorry. We don’t know yet. You were the lady that called it in?”

At my nod, he continued. “Can I see the source of the smoke? We’re trying to get management to let us in, but since there’s no visible smoke from the outside, we’re not allowed to enter without permission.”

I turned and said, “Sure. Just close the door. I don’t want Monty getting out.”

That was if the slippery bastard wasn’t already out. He was prone to do that from time to time. Not that anyone in my complex knew that. He always came back. He’d get hungry, and he was a really lazy boy.

“It’s coming through the floor in my bathroom. There’s a really weird smell to it.” I said as I lead the large, intimidating man into my sanctuary.

“Nice bed.” The man rumbled.

The man’s voice was to die for, and somehow familiar.

I shivered as the low, deep tone of his voice slithered down my spine.

Smiling, I looked over my shoulder at him and my breath caught in my throat. The man was even more attractive inside where I could see his face. And I knew him. I’d seen him around town more than once. It’s a small town, and really hard not to start recognizing people when you see them on your way to work every day.

The man ran. Daily. With his shirt off.

I sat on my porch every morning and watched as he ran from one side of the road I lived on, to the other.

Then I move to the front and watch him make a full circuit through the complex’s parking lot before I have to leave for work.

Then I might possibly pass him on the way to work, depending on how far he ran that morning.

He was tan, and had the most piercing pale blue eyes I’d ever seen.

That wasn’t even mentioning the rock hard abs, and the sexy grooves that ran down his stomach to form a V at the base of his abdomen.

Unfortunately, the helmet on his head kept me from seeing his hair color, and the jacket and pants kept me from seeing the rest of him, which was truly saddening, but I knew he was gorgeous.

What I came up with one morning, however, was that he was either taken or gay. ‘Cause nobody that polished and good looking could be anything but. Life didn’t work like that.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to distract myself from asking if he wanted to join me on my nice bed.

Then his nose wrinkled as he took a sniff and grimaced. “Weed.”

My stomach rumbled, and I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

“Huh?” I asked, taking a step further to the side to let him see my bathroom floor, or lack thereof, since there was now so much smoke in there that a blanket of it was making the floor nearly impossible to see.

Which was why when a large slithering body started to curl around my foot and then further up my leg I let out a startled shriek.

The shriek made the big man beside me react instantly, looking around as he tried to spy the threat that was looming over me. “What is it?” He asked urgently.

I placed my hand over my heart, willing it to slow.

“Nothing. It’s just Monty.” I said, leaning down and picking up my six foot long Burmese Python off the floor and settling him firmly around my neck and shoulders.

The man looked at me as if he couldn’t believe I’d just picked up a snake the size of a pool noodle. “What?” I asked in confusion.

The man shook himself again. “Nothing. Can you come downstairs? I don’t want to keep you up here just in case. Will your, ah... snake, run away...I mean slither away if you take him without his cage?”

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Kevlar To My Vest Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #3) http://www.wownovels.com/kevlar-to-my-vest-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Tue, 14 Jun 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/kevlar-to-my-vest-3-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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You’re the Kevlar… Behind the badge and the pretty face was a heart. A heart that bled just like the rest. A heart that was so in love with Viddy Sheffield that it was humiliating. Trance had been burned before by a woman that couldn’t handle the fact that he risked his life each and every time he went on shift. She was too vulnerable; somehow he had to convince his heart to let her go. His life would chew her up and spit her out. To My… Viddy couldn’t get the man out of her head. Just the thought of Trance put a smile on her face. And when he walked into the same room? Words couldn’t explain. God help her, but she was even in a relationship with another man. She shouldn’t be thinking about the sexy biker with the voice that made shivers dance down her spine. Vest… Then the unthinkable happens, and the sexy cop she can’t stop thinking about is there for her, giving her what she never knew she needed. One moment in time, and she finds herself falling for the man, lock, stock, and barrel. The two of them have a lot of work to do to make this relationship succeed. What they didn’t know, however, was that there were people behind the scenes that were working to keep them apart. Sometimes the saying is true. You can’t always have what you want.
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Prologue

Viddy

Please don’t leave me. You’re my best friend.

-Viddy

“Trance?” I cried into the receiver.

“Viddy? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Trance yelled into my ear.

I clutched Hemi closer to my chest and gasped in pain.

“C-can y-you c-come over? P-please?” I cried out.

I heard the sound of a car door slamming shut, and then the roar of an engine as it sped off in the background.

Normally, I’d nag at him about going too fast, but I was about ten seconds away from losing it, and I needed him here. Fifteen minutes ago.

“What’s going on, Vid? What happened?” Trance asked urgently.

He sounded like he was in a tunnel or something, which meant he’d put me on speakerphone. Which also meant he was at work, ‘cause he couldn’t be caught with a cell phone to his ear while he was driving his police issued vehicle.

“Hemi’s vet called. They told m-me he h-had cancer and he needed to be put to sleep. I knew it was something bad, but I couldn’t take him in until today. I didn’t have a ride, and Paul refused to take him for me.” I cried.

Oh, God. What was I going to do without him here? He was my best friend!

Hemi had started acting strange a few days ago. After several frustrating attempts to get my boyfriend, Paul, to take me to the vet so I could get Hemi checked out, he still refused. My sister was on vacation and there was no way I’d call her to come home for this. She and her husband deserved a little alone time before their baby came in a few more months.

This morning, when I’d finally gotten frustrated and called a cab, I’d never dreamed that it’d turn into this. First, the cab had nearly refused to transport us due to company policies about pets, but when the dam on my emotions broke, he’d relented, but only barely.

Then, as soon as we’d walked into Dr. Tucker’s door, they’d yanked him away from me so fast my head spun. I could practically feel the condemnation pouring off them at the state he’d been in. Yet, I’d called the vet numerous times in a vain attempt to get one of them to pick him up, and they’d said they didn’t offer those services.

That was when I started calling other vets, but with him being a new patient to them, they’d refused as well.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I’ll be there in just a few minutes. I’m on duty in the residential district right now, but it shouldn’t be more than ten minutes at the most.” Trance’s velvety deep voice said through the receiver.

Mellifluous.

That was the word that came to mind every time I heard it. So deep. Smooth. Rich and flowing. I wanted to put my lips up against his throat to feel the vibration that poured out with each word that was let loose from his mouth.

Trance was a very good man. When I’d had the privilege of being in his company, I felt alive.

It wasn’t often that I got to see him, though. He was a very busy man. He was a member of the police department as well as a member of the local motorcycle club, The Dixie Wardens.

“Thank you, Trance.” I whispered and then hung up.

Hemi was a nine year old English Setter with the silkiest fur I’d ever felt. He was a gentle, mid-sized dog with curly locks around his ears, flank, and face. I’d been told that he was snowy white with brown splotches, but that wasn’t what made him beautiful to me.

What made him so perfect was the way he’d help me wind through the house, moving little things that might trip me up. On our walks, around the apartment complex I’d just moved into, he’d steer me in the right direction, and always lead me back to our door.

He never barked unless someone was at the door, and always stayed close to my side.

Until he started acting weird.

He still stayed by my side, but he didn’t move as easily. I’d gone to fill his food bowl up and found it still just as full as it was the night before, and the day before that. Then his bathroom habits started to dwindle. He was going out more and more, staying out longer.

Then, yesterday, he stopped drinking water.

Now, Hemi had his head pillowed in my lap as I stroked his coat, and tried to do my upmost best not to freak him out with my crying.

“Oh, Hemi. I don’t want you to leave me.” I cried, tears dripping down my cheeks and most likely onto his face.

Fifteen minutes on the dot, after my phone call to Trance, I heard the front door open and Trance walk in.

The click-click of nails on the hardwood floor let me know that Radar was with him, too.

I could feel his presence like a shock, and knew instantly when his body was close.

He hunkered down beside the couch where I was sitting with my legs folded underneath me. Hemi’s tail thunked furiously on the couch beside me, making the whole couch vibrate with the intensity of it.

I felt the glasses covering my eyes lift to rest on the top of my head, followed by Trance’s thumbs wiping away my tears. “I’m here, baby.” He said reassuringly.

Any and all hope of not crying my eyes out fled, and I curled down until my head was buried into Hemi’s fur.

“What am I going to do without him?” I cried.

I could feel Trance as he stroked Hemi’s head, and finally Trance moved, shifting me and Hemi until we were both situated on either side of him.

I curled into his side, moving as close as I possibly could.

My head was pillowed on his chest, one arm around his back and the other around his front, clutching at Hemi’s head.

Then I felt Radar’s head lay down on my leg, and I cried all the harder.

I’m not sure how long we stayed like that. I know it had to be quite a while, because once I was done with my crying, only little hiccups remained.

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You’re the Keys Loki’s life was a lie. Everything he’d done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He’d lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law, and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with. To My It wasn’t the scars that covered her new neighbor’s body that scared Channing. It was the badge. The fact that he belonged to The Dixie Wardens MC was only icing on the cake. She should be running away as fast as her legs could carry her. But there’s something about Bryce ‘Loki’ Rector. Something that eased the unreasonable fear she felt every time she came into contact with something that reminded her of her past. Cuffs They say love isn’t easy, and it definitely isn’t for the two of them. Loki has to learn to feel again, and Channing has to learn to live. Their road isn’t an easy one by any means, but Loki makes two promises. One, he’ll never let anything hurt Channing again. Two, it’d be over his dead body that he’d ever let her go.
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Chapter 1

I finally found my sleep number. It’s six. As in, six bottles of beer.

-Things to live by

Loki

1 year ago

“Will you please, please, please mow the lawn, Andrew? Please,” my next-door neighbor begged.

She was begging her husband...brother...lover...roommate? Hell, I didn’t know what he was. They didn’t look anything alike, so I was inclined to think that they weren’t brother and sister. I had only heard him call her Channing. But they sure as hell didn’t act like lovers...or even husband and wife. Their relationship wasn’t a normal one. It was as if they only tolerated one another, which was why I leaned towards roommate, more than anything.

They worked opposite shifts.

She was a nurse or something at the hospital at nights; based on the black scrubs she left the house in every night. He worked in an office during the day, as a manager or something.

She worked outside a lot, making their home the best looking on the block, while all I ever saw him do was play video games from his chair in the living room.

She was always the one who bought the groceries. She was always the one who washed the car. She was also the one who mowed the lawn. She got the mail. The list goes on and on.

Except this day. She looked...rough. Like she hadn’t slept in days. Her red/brown hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head, tendrils falling out all around her face. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants that said, Destin, FL. on them, and a white tank top that showed off a slight pudge that was adorably cute on her.

She was on the heavier side than what I normally went for, but there was something about my little neighbor that made me want her. Hell, even right now she was hot.

I was on a creeper under my truck, changing out the oil. No, not a creeper as in a creepy person, but a flat board-like device on wheels that let me lay on my back and move around under the car.

Our houses were small, and our yards were even smaller. Which meant I was about fifteen feet away from her and I could hear every word.

Especially when Andrew, the douchebag, told her, “Fuck off, I had to work all day.”

“I know, Andrew, but I have someone coming to quote how much it’ll be to fix the foundation, and I can’t have them look at the foundation if they can’t see it. So we have to mow the lawn. Please, I feel really awful today,” she pleaded.

She did sound awful, that was for sure. Her voice was nasally, and she coughed every couple of seconds. My guess would be the flu.

“Sorry, sister dearest, but I really am tired. Reschedule the appointment,” he told her. “Maybe next week when you can mow the lawn yourself.”

So...he was her brother. Good to know. I’d been wondering about that for nearly five months of living next to them. I could’ve, of course, found out. But I was supposed to act like I didn’t know anything about anybody. Which would’ve been hard to do with her. She had this...magnetism that made me want to know every little detail.

With that he took his ‘tired self’ inside. It was only minutes later that I saw him sit down on the chair I could see through the living room window. He slipped on a pair of headphones, took a sip of his beer, and started playing.

Lazy bastard.

Going back to my work to distract me on how irate it made me feel that he wouldn’t help his own sister out when she was sick, I was surprised to hear the sound of the lawn mower going.

Scooting out from under the car completely, I found the stubborn woman mowing the lawn. She made two passes right across the part of the yard that was closest to the foundation before she physically had to stop.

I was on my feet without conscious thought, watching her to make sure she was okay. When she finally called it quits and stopped the lawn mower in the middle of the yard, my alarm became warranted.

She bent over, coughing and wheezing, and it was then that I walked over to her, scared shitless.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked her from a far enough distance back, as not to scare her.

She looked up, giving me only her light green eyes, and nodded. “Yes, I just have asthma. And I’m pretty sure I have a cold. Normally, I wear a face mask, but I forgot.”

I remembered the facemask. She looked ridiculous with it on, and I’d always wondered why she wore it. Asthma was a good explanation, though.

“Do you need something?” I asked in concern when she dropped to her knees.

“In-inhaler,” she wheezed. “P-purse on table.”

I left her there, on her knees, and walked straight into their house. The little fucker playing Call of Duty didn’t even look up as I walked straight through the living room to the kitchen table. Grabbing the pink polka dotted purse, I dumped its contents on the table.

Fishing through the sheer amount of shit, I finally found two inhalers, one brown and one red.

Fisting them both in my hand, I walked out of the house, directly between the TV and the man playing his war game. He snarled, but didn’t say anything as I hurried back outside, finding the woman on her hands and knees, trying her hardest to take a deep breath.

“Red or brown?” I asked as I dropped down to my knees beside her.

Her answer was to grab the brown one, uncap it, and take two puffs.

Long moments later, her breathing began to slow, and she pulled a long, deep pull of air into her lungs. She repeated this two more times as she looked at the grass. On her third deep inhale, her head finally lifted, and her eyes locked on my own. Then she froze.

Yeah, that was normally the reaction I got out of people. At least lately.

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You’re The Life Cleo’s a Pararescueman for the U.S. Air Force. When a PJ is called, it’s because everyone else has said no. It’s one of the most dangerous jobs in the entire military, but also one of the most rewarding. It’s the reason he doesn’t form relationships. He’s seen his teammates divorce one by one, and he doesn’t want to do that to a woman. Especially one that he’s supposed to love. However, nowhere in his grand scheme did he plan for the force that was Rue. To My Rue’s life has been rough. What she needs is a break. One that’ll distract her from the fact that she’s drowning in responsibility. It comes in the form of a dark and dangerous biker who has a habit of putting his life on the line. He gives her the world, and she holds on with both hands, knowing that he only wants to be friends. Or does he? Flight Thinking she knows what’s best, she pushes him too far, causing his control to take flight, and Cleo to disappear before the dust settles. One night of passion turns into a year of heartbreak as Rue tries to find the ability to move on from Cleo. He was pretty clear with his wishes, and they didn’t include her. Cleo’s not through with Rue, though. Not even a little bit. She’ll be his. All it’ll take is a little bit of…persuasion.
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When we get old, I want you to move into the same nursing home as me, so then when I start forgetting who I am, we can become new friends.

-E-card

Cleo

2 years ago

I walked up to my mother’s grave. Gravel crunched underneath my boots as I followed the winding path from where I’d parked my truck.

The grass that had been green, only a month ago, was brown.

The leaves on the trees had gone from a nice, leafy green to brown, yellow, and red explosions of color.

Fall was in full swing.

Not only the weather had changed, though.

My demeanor, for one, had gone through a major overhaul.

The last time I’d been here, I’d been a wreck.

My mother had been my best friend. She’d been my confidant. My savior. My everything.

Then she’d had a heart attack while I was deployed overseas, and died as a result.

My father had died years ago, but words couldn’t explain how much more it hurt to lose my mom.

“Do you see, Nonnie? I wasn’t lying to you. Papa died a year ago,” a woman’s tired voice said from up ahead.

My eyes went from my destination, towards the direction the woman’s voice came from. I only saw their heads over the gravestones, though.

This cemetery was an old one. There were a ton of huge monuments, headstones, catacombs; even above ground crypts. This was the heart and soul of Natchitoches, Louisiana.

“No, child. I don’t understand. He was just with me yesterday. Ollie wouldn’t leave me like this. He just wouldn’t,” a frail elderly woman’s voice cried desolately.

My heart constricted as I listened to the woman weep uncontrollably.

“Oh, Nonnie. I’m so sorry,” the woman replied breathily.

I hung my head and walked to my mother’s grave, trying my hardest to ignore the sound of the crying going on from just across the foot path.

My mother’s grave was covered in flowers from my sisters.

They felt that the area should be beautiful, and I couldn’t disagree with them. My mom deserved the best, which was why I threw nearly two years of a paycheck at the burial plot that would allow her to be buried next to my father. Even if it meant displacing the prior occupant.

I sat down, leaning forward until my arms hung from my upraised knees. My head rested on my forearms, and I tried my hardest to let my brain tune out the pitiful wails of the old woman.

It was really pulling on my non-existent heartstrings.

“Ollie! Ollie! I’m right here. What are you doing way over there?” The old woman exclaimed.

I looked up to see the old woman barreling towards me as fast as her walker, decorated with hot pink tennis balls at the bottom, could carry her.

The woman, who I’d only seen at a cursory glance stood, and started forward.

However, the old woman, Nonnie, who was surprisingly fast and nimble in spite of her age, was gone before the woman had even gotten to her feet.

She flew across the grass, then the gravel, with startlingly graceful maneuvering.

“Nonnie, slow down!” The woman chided.

The younger woman finally caught up to her ‘Nonnie’ and hugged her tightly. “Nonnie, that’s not Papa.”

Nonnie looked crestfallen. “But...but...but where’s my Ollie?”

My guess was that the woman had Alzheimer’s.

“I’m so sorry, sir, my Nonnie doesn’t understand.” The woman finally gave me her eyes.

She was beautiful.

Short brown hair that came to her jaw with the front bangs tucked back behind her ear, she reminded me of one of my little sisters. She wasn’t overtly tall or beautiful, but she was intriguing.

Her black tights and brown suede boots hugged her long, shapely legs.

Her top half was swallowed by a long, flowy shirt that came down to her knees, and barely showed off anything good.

“That’s okay, it isn’t a big deal,” I finally said.

The woman smiled.

“That’s good. Nonnie doesn’t mean to kick up a fuss. Do you?” The woman looked at her Nonnie.

Nonnie looked up. “Rue, what are we doing here?”

The woman, Rue, looked extremely relieved. “Oh, Nonnie. You wanted to see Papa’s grave. Now we’re going to go back home so I can get to work on time tonight. Right?”

“Right dear,” Nonnie said, patting the younger woman’s hand. “Let’s go. I made you late enough.”

The woman gave me a fleeting smile as they walked away, and I was well and truly caught.

***

Rue

1 year later

“I’m not that man,” Cleo said to me, his hand on my face. “I’ll never be that man. I’m sorry, baby.”

Cleo was my best friend. My confidant. The person who I turned to when I needed it.

In all ways but one.

He didn’t do relationships.

I knew he loved me, and I loved him.

However, something held him back. Something always held on to that last tie. That one single piece of him that kept him from taking that final step.

He said it was the fact that he was never here.

I knew better.

It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he was a PJ, or pararescue jumper, and everything to do with the fact that he lost his father at a young age, and then his mother at a time when he needed her most.

He was jaded to love.

Not because he was betrayed by a woman, but because he was loved too much by one. Which was reciprocated in kind by him.

His mom.

The same went for his sisters. They were so tight, that sometimes it was hard to get in.

I was the fourth woman in his life, and he didn’t want to chance loving me and then losing me.

He could tell himself whatever lie made him sleep at night, but I knew better.

It didn’t help that every man on his particular jump team was either divorced or single. They didn’t have a single successful relationship between the six of them.

He didn’t think it was possible, and he was too stubborn to see otherwise.

“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “Please.”

He groaned in defeat, grasping me by the hips with his large hands, and pinning me up against the wall with his huge, muscular body.

Mikhail ‘Cleo’ Caruso was the epitome of perfection. Tall, with hair black as midnight, and eyes the color of charcoal.

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You’re the Charge… Bad Boy. Screw-up. Good for nothing. Hero. Angel. These were all words Grayson ‘Torren’ Trammel had heard whispered behind his back over his lifetime. What he hadn't heard was ‘quitter,’ and he’d be damned if some little rehab chick, with her beautiful blonde hair, and hot, sassy little mouth was going to label him as such. To My… Tru knows Grayson’s not for her. He’s too bad. Too hot. Too demanding. Too taken. She tells herself that almost daily as she helps Grayson get back into fighting shape after a horrific accident nearly ripped his life away from him. That had taken the life of one of the men in his MC. Grayson is everything her father warned her about, but there’s just something about him that intrigues her. That makes her want more. The man's a firefighter. How bad could he be?
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Prologue

It’s all fun and games until your jeans don’t button anymore.

-Life Lesson

Tru

Three months prior

“I dare you to go up and hug that fireman. Wrap your legs around his waist,” Iliana challenged me.

I looked to where she was gesturing and rolled my eyes. “No.”

I was trying to have a relaxing drink at the newest restaurant and bar in town, Halligans and Handcuffs. What I wasn’t trying to do was draw attention to myself; especially, in a room filled with my mother’s colleagues.

“Oh, come on, you big chicken. Balk. Balk. Balk,” she clucked.

I shook my head again. “All you’re doing is making yourself sound like a dork.”

Seriously, why did the woman have to embarrass me? I averted my eyes as the tables around us started to turn and study Iliana.

Just pour a few drinks in the woman, and she became the queen of obnoxious.

She smiled widely. “Oh, come on. Do it.”

I took a pull of my beer and looked at the man she was wanting me to hug.

He was tall. He’d dwarf my five and a half feet easily.

“What will you give me if I do?” I asked as I took another sip of beer, keeping my eye on the man with the shaved dark hair, dressed in his fire department blues.

Large, mouthwatering biceps. Arms that were covered from wrist to where his sleeve stopped in tattoos. Strong, angular chin. Slightly crooked nose. Deep toe curling laugh.

“Whatever you want,” Iliana promised holding up her pinky finger in the air with a dare.

Knowing exactly what I’d take if she actually held up her end of the bargain, I smiled.

I took her pinky finger, and we kissed our hands one by one.

“Deal,” I said and stood.

“What are you going to take?” She asked warily, knowing I’d given up too easily.

Iliana was my best friend and roommate.

We’d moved in together when we’d started occupational therapy school, and had been living together ever since.

She was two years younger than my twenty eight, but acted like she was fifty, that is, unless she was drinking, like she was doing right now.

In real life, she was that boring person who never did anything because she was too scared her boyfriend would find out that she actually had fun without him.

And the way she acted didn’t say twenty six. It screamed old.

For instance, she had a Tempur-Pedic bed that sat up like a hospital bed…and it was about to become mine.

“Your bed. For two weeks,” I said with an evil grin.

She glared at me. “If you do it, it’s yours for a month. His name’s Torren.”

Downing the remainder of my beer, I started walking off purposefully in the man’s direction. Torren, she’d said his name was. That was a weird name. Who named their kid Torren?

Why not Paul, or Brian? Those were normal names. Then again, my name was different, too.

Once I got to within a straight shot of him, I started jogging. Then, when I was close enough, I jumped into his arms and wrapped my hands around his neck, and my legs around his hips.

He caught me, reflexively.

One hand going around my ass as the other went up to protect his beer.

“Uhhh,” he said as I stayed there for another couple of seconds. “Do I know you?”

I barely contained the urge to giggle.

He sounded so lost.

Then I became aware of the other men surrounding us.

I’d been so focused on the man, Torren, that I hadn’t even taken into account the circle of badass I’d broken with my entrance.

“Sorry about that,” I said as I dropped down. “I thought you were someone else.”

With that, I turned around and left, trying my hardest to forget what it felt like to be wrapped in his arms.

Iliana was grinning like a fool as I walked toward her.

By the time I sat down at the table, this time purposefully facing in the opposite direction of the bar, she was practically crying in hilarity.

“Oh, God,” she wheezed. “You should’ve seen his face!”

“He’s not still looking at me, is he?” I worried.

Jesus, the man was hot.

Up close, I could tell his eyes were the color of a stormy day.

And the sheer size of the muscles of his arm were mouthwatering. The colors of his tattoos were even more magnificent up close.

“He’s gesturing towards us with his head, talking to a waitress. I wonder what he’s saying,” Iliana whispered loudly.

I tried my hardest not to turn around and look.

It was a close call, but I managed it.

“Uh, oh. Here she comes,” she whispered.

The young girl stopped at the table with a beer in her hand. “Hi,” she chirped. “I was sent over here to give this to you.”

When she placed the beer on the table, I waved it off. “No thank you, I don’t drink.”

She eyed the empty beer bottle that she’d brought me earlier, but wisely didn’t comment.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Iliana gasped once the waitress left.

My eyes widened. “I don’t know! It just came out of my mouth! I don’t know!”

I was seriously freaking out.

I was such a dork.

I was literally a homebody.

I didn’t do this sort of shit.

I’d never even had a boyfriend!

I was still a virgin! I didn’t know how to flirt!

I didn’t even know what the hell had gotten into me earlier.

“He’s not looking at me, is he?” I was starting to freak out. “We should go.”

I stood and threw my backpack over my shoulders. “Come on, quick.”

I started pulling her, and she grabbed her own beer long enough to chug the remnants, and slammed it down onto a table as we poured into the parking lot.

“Hurry,” I demanded as we started walking quickly to my truck.

“Oh, my God. He’s in the doorway,” Iliana said as she looked over her shoulder.

I yanked her arm hard. “Turn around. Eyes straight ahead. Get to the truck before he starts trying to talk to me.”

I’d just made it to my truck when Torren’s voice yelled out over the nearly empty parking lot. “I don’t bite!”

I turned around, and, swear to God, I said, “I do!”

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Sometimes the heart wants what it can’t have. That’s the motto Silas Mackenzie, the president of The Dixie Wardens MC, has lived by since he was a young man. Now he’s well on the way to middle age, has three grown children and he’s lusting after a woman he should definitely stay away from. Especially not one that his ex-girlfriend had given birth to, and happens to be only twenty-nine years old. Sawyer isn’t a young girl at heart, though. She’s seen the inside of a jail cell for eight long years, and every one of them was spent paying for a crime she didn’t commit. Silas Mackenzie knows as soon as he sees her that the she has sacrificed enough. And maybe…just maybe…so has he. It’s time for Silas Mackenzie to get what he deserves, and, in the process, put a little bit of happy back into Sawyer’s world, one rough, bearded kiss at a time.
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Rules are meant to be broken…just not quite like that.

-Coffee Cup

Sawyer

“Bristol, please let’s not do this!” I pleaded with my best friend.

Bristol looked over at me with a raised brow. “Finals are over. You don’t have volleyball practice for two months. It’s time to stop being such a hermit and just be a college student like the rest of us.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m freaking out, and I’m not even there yet. I really don’t want to go.”

Bristol looked unimpressed.

“I’m going whether you want to or not. The decision is up to you,” she left that hanging in the air as she walked out of our shared dorm, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Shit,” I sighed.

I really, really didn’t want to go.

But it was more than apparent that Bristol did.

I wasn’t one for parties. I was more comfortable curled up with a good book rather than going to a party or hanging out with friends.

I loved Bristol with all my heart, and I knew she loved me right back.

We had been friends for as long as I could remember, and I knew that she’d always be there for me. Even if I wanted to be left the hell alone.

Bristol had done her best to ‘get me out of my head,’ as she liked to call it, but it would help if I actually wanted to be out of it.

Which I most certainly did not.

I was a very shy person.

Between her and Isaac, my boyfriend, I was doomed.

Something he proved in the next minute when a text showed up on my phone.

Issac: Going 2 the party w/Bristol. You better be there.

Fuck!

I looked longingly at the new book I’d picked up at the grocery store earlier before I sighed and walked to my dresser, pulling out a pair of pants as well as a black spaghetti strap shirt.

It wasn’t the greatest, but it’d do.

I wasn’t going there to impress. I was going there because I was being forced.

***

“No, Isaac. I don’t want any,” I growled four hours later.

I’d already had a beer, and it was one more than I’d wanted to have.

I was a lightweight. Any more than four drinks, and I wouldn’t wake up for a very, very long time.

Which was why I always stayed with one and one only.

Isaac, though, didn’t seem to care.

“Seriously, I don’t want one!” I said, shoving it away.

After this night was over, so were Isaac and me.

He’d tried to publicly grope me and have sex with me, which was something we hadn’t done before, and now it was something we wouldn’t ever be doing.

He’d tried to get me to play beer pong, and when I wouldn’t, he played with a couple of other college coeds.

When I drank that first beer, he thought he’d hit the lottery and kept trying to force-feed me more.

“You’re such a fuckin’ downer, Sawyer. Get the fuck away from me,” Isaac slurred.

I wanted to nut punch him.

Repeatedly.

“Well, I think I’ll go home, then,” I hesitated. “Do you want me to give you a ride?”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a look around.

The party had been a ‘bust,’ or so he’d said. I didn’t know if it had or not.

Seemed there’d been a lot of people there, but they’d slowly drifted out of the main room until there were only about fifteen of us left in it.

“Yeah, I’ll go home. Let me go get one more drink.”

I wanted to tell him no, but I knew that that was probably the only way I was going to get out of here.

We were in his truck, after all.

“I’ll go get Bristol,” I said, wandering away from him.

I found Bristol in the kitchen doing things that I didn’t think were possible.

Mainly those ‘things’ were drinking upside down with a tube shoved down her throat while a few of the football players yelled, ‘chug, chug, chug’ over and over. She even managed to look good doing it, too.

“Um, Bristol?” I called to her worriedly. “It’s time to get going, are you ready?”

The football players looked up at me with open curiosity in their eyes.

They’d been doing that all night, and I had no clue why.

I wasn’t anything special, but they were staring at me like I was the biggest, juiciest steak they’d ever seen.

“Bristol?” I called again.

The closest football player finally lowered Bristol’s legs, and she hit the floor while spewing beer out of her mouth through her laughter.

Beer covered her from head to toe.

“I think it’s time to go,” I said softly.

Bristol nodded, so glassy eyed that I thought for sure she was going to fall over any second.

With the help of the football players, I loaded a very boisterous Bristol, and a very touchy Isaac into his big three-quarter-ton truck.

Isaac’s truck wasn’t my favorite thing to drive on the best of days, but it being night and slightly rainy, I knew it wouldn’t be fun at all.

Regardless of my apprehension, I got into the driver’s seat, pulled the seat up so I could reach the pedals and the steering wheel, and started it up.

“Remember, it pulls to the left,” Isaac slurred, leaning over the console to run his mouth along my neck.

I cringed and pushed him slightly to fall back into his own seat.

“Let me drive, please,” I said pleadingly.

Isaac laughed as he turned to Bristol who was sitting in the middle of the backseat, staring at us giddily.

“I knew y’all would make such a great couple!” She cheered, clapping her hands like she was a seal at Sea World.

I wanted to flip her off, but it took both of my hands to maneuver Isaac’s huge truck.

Did I mention I hated driving it?

He had huge tires on it.

They were so big that the top of the tire came up to my waistline.

His truck was the size of a tank on steroids.

His daddy bought it for him the day he turned eighteen.

Now, two years later, it still looked brand new because he took such good care of his ‘precious baby.’

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Nightmares Sterling and Ruthie have more things in common than they realize, even though from the outside it doesn’t seem like they do. Blood Sterling is a decorated war hero. Ruthie is an ex-con. Their two worlds should’ve never collided, but fate has a way of turning life in the direction least expected. Now Ruthie has to try to come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with a biker who’s also a decorated Navy SEAL. One who leaves for months at a time with little to no advance warning, taking her heart with him each time he goes. Pain Sterling has a lot of things to overcome in order to have Ruthie, the biggest being her mind. She doesn’t think she’s good enough. He thinks she’s perfect. Now it’s up to him to show her just how right he can be.
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It’s said that birthmarks are where you were killed in your previous life. Apparently I was killed by someone stabbing me in my boob. What a bitch way to die!

-Ruthie’s secret thoughts

Ruthie

“So, what’s your story?” The man at my side asked me.

I looked up from peeling the label off my beer and stared at him.

He was so beautiful, but everything I would never go for again.

Muscular.

Military.

An Alpha.

Those three things combined made for a man who always felt he knew the right way.

“What do you mean, what’s my story?” I muttered, looking back towards my label.

“Where’d you grow up?” He was a persistent bastard.

“Typical shit upbringing. My dad left my mom. My mom felt the benefits of having me were outweighed by the negatives of having me, so she gave me up for adoption. I never found anyone to take me in, so I spent twelve years in the foster system. When I turned eighteen, I was kicked out on the street, and I did the only thing I could, found a man that could support me. But he also liked to beat me. After a year of that, I killed him,” I said softly.

If knowing that fact was going to scare him off, I wanted to get it over with before I made a friend out of him. I wasn’t a fan of false niceties. I was a rip the band aid off kind of girl.

“Sawyer said you just got out,” the man continued.

I sighed and finally looked at him.

He was handsome.

So handsome that it was making me tongue tied. I wasn’t hot like most of the other women in the room. I was decent looking, but I wasn’t in his league.

Which was why I was looking at the label of my beer the majority of the time instead of at his face.

He’d been sitting beside me ever since I’d sat down, and I couldn’t figure out why.

In fact, he was downright gorgeous. Everything that made him wrong.

And the beard just made it even worse.

I couldn’t resist a beard.

Never could…and never would.

Tall with muscular arms. Wide shoulders. Deep green eyes and a messy mop of dirty blonde hair tumbling over his eyes, he was every woman’s dream.

His beard was one of those that was grown out of necessity instead of style, the kind where you were out in the desert and not near a razor kind of beard.

Which was conducive with the party we were having in honor of him coming home from his deployment in Afghanistan.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, because I’m sensing that from you,” the man said.

I sighed and looked at him, caught by those beautiful green eyes.

“Sterling, I’m one fucked up mess,” I finally said.

He grinned. “Well that makes two of us. I’m a fucked up mess molded into a ball of denial. Trust me. My fucked up mess could easily compete with your fucked up mess.”

I laughed.

If only that were true.

Chapter 1

Sometimes people are too chatty in the morning. And according to the Coffee Gods, it’s okay to kill those people. Slowly.

-Ruthie’s secret thoughts

Ruthie

“Shit, fuck, shit fucking hell,” I growled as I ran from my car to the convenience store where I worked.

The convenience store was one of three in the city of Benton, Louisiana, and I happened to work at the one in the harsher side of town.

But I liked it.

My boss gave me the hours I wanted.

I could go to school, and I could still work at my other job at Halligans and Handcuffs, seeing as it was the job that made me the most money.

Sterling and his two brothers, foster care brothers not club member brothers, came in every three days before they worked out.

Each would grab an energy drink. A Monster for Sterling, and Nos for his two brothers, and two Gatorade’s a piece. Only ever in the red. No blue, orange, or yellow for those guys.

Then they’d take turns paying.

I’d gathered over the last half a year that the middle brother was a baseball player, and the other two supported him during workouts and practice.

Or, at least, when Sterling was here, he did.

He’d been deployed about five months ago, and had just returned two weeks ago.

And I’d missed my time to see him if I didn’t hurry!

Shit!

I stepped in a puddle of water, saturating my pants leg all the way up to my knee.

“Dammit,” I growled, hitching my bag over my shoulder once more and walking quickly.

I didn’t run, though.

Not once I hit the slick black top near the pumps.

It always seemed to gather oil and the likes, and when it rained, it became like a slip and slide.

I’d seen no less than fifteen people bust their asses over the last six months that I’d worked there.

I’d told my boss that it was a hazard and that one day someone would sue, but all he could say to that was, ‘Let them. Then they can have this place and I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother in law anymore.’

I breathed a sigh of relief when my feet hit the sidewalk that would lead me inside the store, and shivered violently when a bolt of lightning came down out of the sky and seemed to practically touch the tip of a six foot pole that was just to the left of where I’d parked my car.

“Holy hell,” I said in awe.

I’d always been interested in meteorology. I was just not smart enough to go that route when I had the chance.

At thirty two, I was well on the way to middle aged, and there just wasn’t time to go anywhere in life anymore.

“You’re late!” My boss, Dane, growled at my side.

I gasped and jumped, covering my face in reflex.

Not because I thought he’d hit me, but because it was simply just a reaction.

Something that’d been ingrained in me since I was a young kid living in a foster home full of kids that liked to beat you up for the hell of it.

Dane didn’t take offense to my maneuverings, only nodded at me, staying where he was so he wouldn’t scare me anymore than he already had.

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