Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
For too long Rose has made all the changes in her marriage. She’s done with fearing what might happen with Hardy. The baby growing inside her is all she needs. What Rose didn’t plan on was for Hardy to completely change, becoming the man she always wanted in her life.
Can their marriage heal from old wounds? Can Hardy prove to Rose that she has nothing to fear? Will she stick around to see how good it could actually be for them? How far will Hardy go to win the woman who owns his heart?
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Prologue
When Hardy met Rose
“Fuck, these bitches are priceless,” Hardy said, laughing as Tiny grabbed another club whore and took her back to his office. He loved it when they were partying. Zero, Butch, Lash, and Nash were all there, some of them prospecting. God, Hardy loved The Skulls. Becoming a patched in member of the club in Fort Wills was the best thing he ever did in his life. There really wasn’t anything better than being surrounded by whores, and brothers, partying. He didn’t have any family or anyone to love other than the club. The Skulls ran through his veins, and he was damn loyal to all the brothers he fought beside. It was part of him, and he knew he’d give his very life for the club. No woman was ever going to be good enough to come between him and the club.
Wiping the sweat from his brow he glanced throughout the room. He wasn’t even close to being drunk, but with the heat it was a fucking nightmare. Bitches were all over the place in different states of undress. He wanted a little air. When he wanted a cunt to use, he’d pick one. Turning toward the door, Hardy’s body went completely still. It was the first moment in his life he’d been captured by such a beautiful woman. There was no way she was a club whore. He’d never even seen her before, and couldn’t recall her being with anyone else. Hardy would have remembered her. She stuck out of the crowd like a sore thumb, wearing thick rimmed glasses, with her glossy red hair piled on top of her head. She wore a thin shirt that clung to every inch of her curves.
Hardy couldn’t look away. He was hypnotized by the sight of her. She was beautiful, plain and simple. No, beautiful was too nice a word. Spectacular, she rivaled every other woman in the club, including all the bitches he’d fucked before. He wanted her.
Unable to look away, he made his way toward her. He couldn’t go anywhere else even if he wanted to. Something pulled him toward her, not allowing him to go anywhere else but to her. The closer he got to her, the more enthralled he became. He saw she was wearing jeans and she’d crossed her arms underneath her chest, pushing those beauties together.
Running fingers through his hair, he closed the short distance, invading her space. Still, the redhead didn’t look up. She looked so out of place, almost afraid.
Touching her arm, he brought her attention around to him. He was struck dumb for a split second. Hardy couldn’t recall ever being tongue-tied with a woman. Finally, getting a hold of himself, he spoke.
“Hello, beautiful, I’ve never seen you here before,” he said.
Her cheeks heated to a different shade of red. Hardy knew his new favorite color was going to be red. Her red hair, her blush—wow, he was taken away with all of her, and she’d not even spoken yet.
“Erm,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “I’ve never been here before. I’m here with a friend, actually.”
“Man or woman?”
“Woman.” She turned back to him, and he was struck dumb a second time by her startling green eyes. The third time he was kicked in the gut was when she smiled. His mouth went dry, and he couldn’t believe what was happening to him.
“I’m Hardy,” he said, offering her a hand to shake.
She giggled. “Rose.”
“What?” he asked
“My name, it’s Rose.”
“Well, Rose, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well.”
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“Please, you’re hurting me,” Rose said, crying out. He’d just rammed his dick inside her, and now she couldn’t get him out of her. This was why she’d avoided sex. She’d heard many women talking about the horrors of their first time, and so she went out of her way not to have sex. At twenty years old she should have lost hers, but she’d not found the right guy she wanted to be with. Then there was the whole fear factor, and now it was so painful.
“Fuck, you’re a virgin.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” she said, shoving at him. He was hurting her, and now it had spoiled the whole losing virginity thing. It was a shame as Hardy had seemed like a nice guy to lose it to. For the past couple of weeks he’d been pretty attentive, wanting to find everything out about her. It was refreshing to have a guy interested in her. Usually her friend got all the attention.
She pushed him off and climbed off the bed. Rose ignored the little specks of blood, reaching for her jeans.
“Whoa, wait, baby.”
“This was a big mistake,” she said, pushing her hair out of the way.
Hardy held onto her arm. “You’re not going to run out on me. Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was your first time. Fuck, I can make it better. Give me a chance to make it better.”