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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Tex (Burnout #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Dahlia West
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	1518898521 (ISBN13: 9781518898525)
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WARNING -This book contains BDSM- WARNING Abby Raines is leaving Las Vegas. She’s trading the glitter and excess of her hometown for the rolling hills and lush forests of Rapid City, South Dakota. She’s taken her first real job and she’s determined to succeed on her own. Mark Marsten traded the Texas range for the Army Rangers years ago and never looked back. Now, he’s settled permanently in Rapid City with the remaining members of his Special Forces unit. He thought he had it all, well almost anyway. Until a sassy redhead with a sharp tongue and body to die for rolled into town. Mark knows he’s too much for her long-term, but he can’t resist a fling with Rapid City’s newest resident. He thought he knew the game. After all, it’s his game. And always his rules. But more and more it feels like Abby is the one holding all the cards. Burnout is a series but each novel can stand alone on its own. You do not have to read Tex to enjoy the others. It is the only novel in the series with BDSM. If you don’t like BDSM, skip this one. Fair warning: the kink factor is extremely high. WARNING - This book contains BDSM - WARNING
Books in Series:	Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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CHAPTER ONE

Twenty two year old Abby Raines was cruising at 65 miles per hour in her six year old Toyota and singing happily along with the radio when the car started acting sluggish. She released the accelerator, tamped it down again. She got no significant response. She frowned at the dashboard where the Check Engine light had not come on. She put on her turn signal, changed lanes, and then pulled onto the shoulder of Interstate 90 just eleven miles outside Rapid City, South Dakota. She killed the radio, but left the car idling. She yanked on the parking brake, got out and strode to the front of her car, her boots leaving tracks in the damp earth.

It was cold, in the mid forties, and March in South Dakota was a hell of a lot more damp than she was used to. But the scenery was downright breathtaking. Highway 90 skirted the Black Forest from the minute she’d crossed the border from Wyoming. The weather would take some getting used to but she already loved the view.

She popped the car’s hood and leaned in, listening intently. She heard the telltale crackling noise and heaved a sigh. She stalked back to the driver’s side door, reached in, and killed the engine. She continued on down to the trunk where she opened it and took out a folded white rag tucked into the corner.

She was on the last leg of her trip and had risen at 6 am to check out of her hotel in order to get on the road and get to her final destination at a decent hour. It was now going on 2 pm. It was her own fault though, that she was stuck out here, so far from her old home yet so close to her new one. She leaned down and pulled a spark plug out.

She was making up lists in her head for all the things she needed to buy for her new place when she heard a low rumble. She peeked around the side of the hood and saw a man pulling up behind her on a black Harley Davidson. He took off his helmet and hooked it to the handlebar and swung his leg over the back. He was tall, she could tell that just by how low the Harley was in comparison.

He had medium length blonde hair and was fairly intimidating in his black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. His boots were black, too, and rounded at the toe. As he headed toward her, Abby’s heart knocked in her chest. She wasn’t afraid. She was on a busy highway and if push came to shove she could handle herself. But damn this man was fine. She had seen few men this good looking close up and she was from a town where beautiful people reigned supreme.

He stalked up the length of the car and rounded the front. “So,” he said. “Flat tire, huh?”

And she laughed. She had expected a man who looked this rough to be all growls and grunts. “I wish,” she replied. “Wouldn’t take nearly as long.” She held up a disconnected spark plug. “I really should have gone for that tune up before I made the trip.”

He nodded and his eyes raked over the rest of the car’s engine. “It’s important to keep up with your maintenance.”

She sighed and continued to clean the inside with the rag. “I know. But lately it just seems like there’s too much to do and not enough me to do it. You know what I mean?”

“Definitely. I’m Tex, from Texas. And you’re coming from Vegas? Says your license plate. You actually live there?”

She nodded. “My whole life. I’m Abby.”

His eyes glittered with interest. “I never met anyone who actually lives in Vegas. I mean...aside from people who work there.”

She frowned at him. He was not asking if she was a stripper. She glanced down. Her jeans were not tight at all, her t-shirt wasn’t either, and it showed no cleavage. “Well, I did work there. In a hotel,” she told him quickly. “But I was born there, too. So were both my parents.”

He nodded. “You here for a visit?”

“No. I just graduated from UNLV and got my first job offer at a hotel in Rapid City.”

He studied her. “Aren’t graduations usually in May?”

“Usually,” she said, replacing the plug, “But I graduated a semester early. Just ready to get out of Vegas and start my life, you know?”

“I can relate. I wanted to get off the farm so badly I joined the Army at 18.”

Abby’s eyes widened. “Really?”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I had to quit after a while because the food’s so bad.”

She laughed again. She’d met all kinds of people in Las Vegas. Bikers weren’t new, but funny bikers were few and far between.

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Advertisement Slick Read Online Free Books by Dahlia West (Burnout #2.5) http://www.books2020.com/slick-read-online-dahlia-west Sun, 07 Aug 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/slick-read-online-dahlia-west Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Dahlia West Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Slick (Burnout #2.5)
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WARNING Hazardous Cliff Ahead WARNING Sarah Sullivan survived the unimaginable. Now she’s found love and friendship, everything a woman could possibly want. Or should want. But Sarah wants more. Even if it means she might lose everything she’s gained in the process. In her quest, old wounds are opened and new ones are formed. But Sarah didn't survive Hell, twice, to give up on what she wants most. Even if it costs her everything. Even if it takes her life.
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Chapter 1

Keep your eyes closed.

Sarah Sullivan had been telling herself that for the last ten minutes. She shifted slightly, getting uncomfortable.

“Don’t move.”

“Sorry.”

Sarah clutched at the thin fabric covering her torso. It was August, hot as hell, but she was freezing. Normally she longed for the night stars, but right now she’d rather have the warmth of the sun shining on her instead.

As hands pressed on her inner thighs, spreading her legs and exposing her, a tear managed to fall out of the corner of her eye. With her eyes closed, her mind filled with all the images that kept her awake some nights.

Blood. And begging. Screaming. And stars.

Sarah, help me!

She still didn’t open her eyes. Doing so would only trigger a different set of memories. She didn’t need to see. There was a white ceiling and harsh lights. The smell of antiseptic filled her nose.

“How are you doing?”

Is she going to be okay?! My baby! My baby girl! Is she going to die?! Oh, God, Sarah! Sarah it’s mom, can you hear me?

“I’m fine.”

Sarah steeled herself against the invasion, her stomach tightening. She fought off the instinct to close her legs. The urge to vomit was harder to suppress.

Did he rape you, Sarah?

Not this time.

But his fingernails had scratched her and caused her to bleed. It had taken a long time to get comfortable with Chris fingering her again.

Til death do us part, baby. I’ll wait my whole life for you to be ready if that’s what it takes.

More tears fell and she wiped them away.

I can’t give you what you want, Chris.

You are what I want, Sarah. You’re all I need.

“Sarah.”

But, Chris, what if I never-

“Sarah. Open your eyes.”

Sarah took a deep, steadying breath. The weight of a dozen disappointments were making it hard to breathe. She felt as though she would suffocate underneath them. Or break.

She opened her eyes. Her vision blurred as fresh, new tears sprang forth. She blinked and they spilled like tiny raindrops.

The technician moved the monitor so Sarah could get a better look.

“That? That right there? That’s the heartbeat.”

The dam inside Sarah burst. Her chest expanded suddenly and she could finally breathe again. She sobbed jaggedly. The technician calmly handed her a box of Kleenex.

Never say never, baby

Chapter 2

Sarah nearly jumped the curb in her SUV as she parallel parked. Downtown traffic in Rapid City wasn’t as bad as other cities she’d lived in, but she was pretty sure that it was easier to navigate if you were actually driving the speed limit. She grabbed her purse and the glossy black and white strip of photos resting on top. She locked the vehicle and rushed to the top of the steps of the city’s finest historic hotel. Or it would be when Abigail Raines was done with it.

Abby had been fresh out of college looking to start her life. So she’d packed up her Toyota, waved goodbye to Las Vegas, and drove a thousand miles to a city she’d never been to, and took a job with a boss she’d never met, to work in a hotel she’d never seen.

The city, it turned out, had suited Abby just fine. Better now that she had a serious boyfriend and a group of new friends. The job had turned out to be a slog that required Herculean feats of management. Better now, though, since she’d moved up the ladder. The hotel had turned out to be on a steep decline, with a shabby interior and even shabbier finances. Better now, though, since Abby had stolen it from the owner. With the help of a .38, a mob lawyer, and four ex-army Special Forces operatives.

Well, not really.

Chris had said that he, Easy, Tex, and Hawk had just stood against the wall, looking menacing, yet reasonably certain Abby wasn’t actually going to shoot anyone.

Caleb, the fifth of the remaining Ranger unit members, stayed home that day. Because he was now one of RCPD’s finest. And the paperwork involved if Abby had really pulled the trigger would’ve been monumental. He still enjoyed hearing the story, though.

Sarah walked up to the Custer hotel’s doors and headed inside. She heard Abby before she saw her. The redhead was in the hotel’s bar, though she wasn’t ordering her usual gin martini. The bar was actually closed. Tables and chairs were stacked to one side and covered with canvas. It appeared to Sarah that the workmen were actually preparing to cut a hole in the bar’s back wall.

“I need this knocked out and the framing done by next week,” Abby was explaining to the foreman. “Though the finish work can take longer.”

Sarah was normally polite having been raised in the South. She understood that she should wait until her best friend was finished, but she couldn’t.

“Abby,” Sarah called out.

“One sec,” Abby replied, not even glancing over her shoulder. To the foreman she said, “So, listen, if this floor needs to be refinished after, I’d like to-“

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Advertisement Hawk Read Online Free Books by Dahlia West (Burnout #3) http://www.books2020.com/hawk-3-read-online-dahlia-west Sat, 06 Aug 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/hawk-3-read-online-dahlia-west Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Dahlia West Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Hawk (Burnout #3)
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Hawk Red Cloud lives by his own set of rules: Don't let them share the saddle, don't bring them home, and never spend the night. So far, he's managed to avoid commitment like the plague. Tildy Fletcher's parents set rules for her. She would never think of breaking them; she knows all too well what would happen if she did. Hawk and Tildy are from two different worlds, but there's no denying the attraction between them. The rules are designed to keep them apart. Will they be willing to break them for a chance at true love?
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Chapter 1

Hawk Red Cloud’s large 6’3” frame filled the mirror in front of him as he scrubbed the engine grease out from underneath his fingernails. It was a never-ending job, but it was one he didn’t mind. In a past life, the engine grease was other men’s blood and though that had never seriously bothered Hawk, he had never enjoyed it either. He much preferred taking apart engines and putting them back together in perfect, working order.

Once he was satisfied, he shut off the tap and turned on the shower beside him, letting the water heat up. He stripped out of his black t-shirt, black jeans, and heavy, steel toed boots. The last thing to go was the rubber band that held back his hair at the nape of his neck. As he tossed the accessory onto the sink ledge, his shiny black hair fell down until it was just touching his shoulders.

It wasn’t nearly as long as it had been in his other past life, before the Army had made him chop it off per regs. The uniform, the brutal, punishing torture that had been disguised as training and the food, which had been, unbelievably, worse, had not bothered him nearly as much as the loss of his hair. Losing it had put him in a very bad mood for a very long time.

His perpetually bad mood had at least ensured that no one in Basic fucked with him. He had always known that, deep down, even his Drill Sergeant had been just a little afraid of him. This had the unfortunate side effect of Hawk always being given more laps, more push-ups, and more KP duty than anyone else. But at age 18, when he’d enlisted, Hawk was already used to being the target of other men’s ire. He had always been large, well-muscled, and tall. Occasionally other men’s initial fear of him morphed into jealousy, which often manifested as anger. As a younger man, Hawk had escalated these conflicts as often as he could. Now that he was older, he took it more in stride.

The water was hot and felt good against his sore muscles. Hours underneath custom cars and trucks could make you wonder if pretzels had it easier. He washed his hair and toweled it dry. When it was just barely damp, he combed it back into his usual short ponytail and secured it again with the band.

The early July night was hot but there was a nice, steady breeze. Hawk swung his leg, clad in black cargo pants, over his black and chrome Harley and settled into the seat. His large, black boot started the engine, and his black t-shirt stretched over his well-defined chest as he turned the bike toward the street.

He never really stopped to wonder if his trademark, all-black attire was a bit of comical overkill. The truth was black hid stains of all kinds: grease, dirt, and blood, the last of which Hawk had seen less of since discharging from the Army. But, hey, Friday nights at Maria’s bar on the edge of town were unpredictable. Plus Hawk was good at a lot of things, but laundry wasn’t really one of them. If people mistook his practicality for attempting to exude a menacing persona, well, that was their problem.

Maria’s bar was named for a tough-talking, no-nonsense, platinum-haired blonde. What Maria’s razor-sharp tongue couldn’t take care of, her shotgun usually did, not that Hawk and the boys let her have much use of it these days.

Since coming back home to Rapid City and settling down, the boys from Hawk’s old unit had adopted Maria’s place as a second home. And although Maria was about as tough and independent as a woman, hell anyone, could possibly be, she wasn’t stupid by any means. She knew it didn’t hurt to have five ex-Special Forces acting as unofficial bouncers for the bar.

Even on nights the men didn’t make an appearance, the mere threat of being hunted down by a Sioux tracker, a world class sniper, a demolitions expert, a medic-turned-cop who looked like he knew more about dishing out damage than fixing it, and a pain in the ass cowboy was often enough of a deterrent. If it wasn’t, the offender was usually very drunk or from out of town.

Hawk entered the bar and scanned it. He veered left where a wisp of a girl was balancing a tray full of drinks with one arm and resting her hip against the table.

“This is your last round,” the girl told two bleary eyed men, both of whom looked like they’d misplaced their razors.

“Aw, come on now, darlin’,” one argued. “Still early.”

“And you’re already drunk,” the girl replied, shaking her head.

She set down a beer, and the man who had spoken took hold of her wrist.

“Not so drunk we can’t keep ‘em hard,” he informed her. “Whaddaya say? Little threesome? Play nice and we’ll give you a big tip.”

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Advertisement Easy Read Online Free Novels by Dahlia West (Burnout #4) http://www.books2020.com/easy-4-read-online-dahlia-west Sat, 06 Aug 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/easy-4-read-online-dahlia-west Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Dahlia West Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Total pages in book: 66
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Easy (Burnout #4)
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Language:	English
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Jimmy “Easy” Turnbull lost more than just his lower right leg during his time in Iraq. The confident man whose good looks charmed countless women into bed has been gone for over three years. In his place is a surly and defensive wounded warrior plagued by self-doubt and anger. Daisy Cutter doesn’t give a damn what people think, not about her tattoos, her piercings or anything else. Other people’s opinions have never bothered her, not even the hot ex-Army Ranger who occasionally takes her to bed (when they make it that far) but can’t seem to remember her name afterward. Daisy wants a new life, and she’s determined to get it. Easy wants his old life back, but he knows that can’t happen now. Eventually Daisy’s past catches up to her and her dreams of making a home in Rapid City are threatened. Easy must decide what his new future will look like, and whether not there’s room for a sassy blonde who pushes all his buttons.
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Chapter 1

Daisy Cutter opened her wallet even though she already knew what she’d find. She counted out the $52 as though by some miracle more bills would appear. When they didn’t, she sighed and looked up at the Arrival/Departure screen on the monitor in front of her. She didn’t have enough for a bus ticket back to Nebraska, just as she hadn’t eight months ago.

She stuffed her wallet back into her jeans pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She frowned as she looked down at it. Matt’s number was first on the list. If she loathed calling her mama at this moment, she absolutely refused to call Matt. He was the whole reason she was here in the first place. She scrolled down and chose her mama’s number. Daisy tapped her foot as she listened to it ring, wondering what kind of mood the woman would be in as though she had any other kind of mood aside from ‘irritated’.

“Yeah,” came Sue Cutter’s perpetually haggard voice. Daisy’s frown deepened. It was, apparently, impossible to catch the woman in a good mood. Daisy wondered, briefly, if her mama had even bothered to look at the Caller ID before answering.

“Mama,” she said, keeping her voice light. It wouldn’t do to sass someone when you were about to beg for money. It wasn’t like Sue needed to be reminded that she and her daughter didn’t see eye-to-eye on anything.

Daisy’s mama was quiet for a moment, and Daisy wondered if she was simply going to hang up on her. Instead, she said, “Got your phone back.”

Daisy grimaced and glanced around at the other people in the terminal, people who had enough money to get where they were going.

“Yeah,” Daisy confirmed. “Thanks for keeping up the bill.”

Sue snorted, and Daisy realized that her mother had more or less simply forgotten about the phone. Sue Cutter wasn’t the type to throw money away, as she was about to remind her wayward daughter.

“Don’t got no cash,” she informed Daisy, “if that’s why you’re calling.” The story had been the same when Daisy called way back in August. She bristled, feeling both irritated and embarrassed. She was calling for money, but it wasn’t as though Daisy wouldn’t pay it back- eventually.

“Well, I’m not,” she lied and kicked a bench with her cowboy boot. She winced as her big toe throbbed.

“So, when are you coming back?” There was no mistaking the underlying tone in her voice.

Last August, Daisy had announced that she was finally, finally getting out of their shithole town. She told her mother, and anyone else who would listen, that she and Matt were headed to Sturgis, and if Daisy liked what she saw, well then maybe she’d move there.

Sue Cutter had not been impressed.

She’d told Daisy that Matt was nearly as useless as Daisy herself, and the sooner Daisy Mae put down the crayons and started focusing on a real job, the better off they’d all be.

Daisy adjusted her backpack and heard the colored pencils -thank you very damn much- clack together in the front pocket. Her mother had never found Daisy useful for anything- and her drawing even less so.

“Don’t see no point in spending money on something that don’t come to nothing,” Sue Cutter would repeat, often and loudly.

Daisy always resisted the urge to point out that stocking your fridge with beer for a guy who only stopped by a few times a month was just as pointless. If Earl Minor hadn’t rescued them from the Vista Valley Trailer Court by now, he wasn’t going to.

“I’m not coming back,” Daisy said in as firm a tone as she could muster considering she was flat broke and stuck in an unfamiliar city.

“Oh, really? Got your new career all worked out?”

Daisy wasn’t sure if her mother meant her art or something else. She spun on her heel and walked out of the bus terminal through the double doors that led out to the sidewalk. “Anyway,” she said loudly into the phone. “I was just calling to let you know I’m staying.”

Sue snorted. “What’s your new man’s name?” she asked sarcastically. “Cause Matt Clawson’s too busy with Steph Newtown to bother with you, not that he was ever any kind of catch to begin with. Boy, you sure can pick ‘em.”

Daisy also resisted the urge to point out just where she’d gotten her unfortunate taste in men. She sighed and shielded her eyes from the harsh morning sunlight. “Bye, mama. I’ll call you again when I get settled.”

Not wanting to go yet another round with the older woman, Daisy disconnected the call. She looked around and decided for no good reason to take a left. She headed up the block, following the chain link fence until it gave way to a railroad track. Beyond it was a place called the “Rainbow Motel,” or the “Rain ow,” as it were, seeing as how one light bulb was burned out. Daisy smirked as she headed for the rat trap. She could relate. She might have one bulb burned out, but she wasn’t worried. She could still shine.

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Advertisement Doc Read Online Free Novels Books Dahlia West (Burnout #5) http://www.books2020.com/doc-5-read-online-dahlia-west Fri, 05 Aug 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/doc-5-read-online-dahlia-west Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Dahlia West Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Caleb Barnes is on a mission. He's retired from the Army, but he's waging his own private war now. And though the men of Burnout are his former brothers-in-arms, Caleb fights his battles alone. Caleb was tainted from the moment he was born. He's always been alone and he'll always be alone. The world has no place for a man like him. Isabelle Boucher is on a mission of her own. She doesn't want to go it alone, but there's no other choice these days. She won't give up or give in, not until she reaches the end of the line. Caleb's convinced he's no good for anyone, especially not women. There's nothing he can offer a woman but pain and devastation. But Isabelle needs help and to refuse goes against everything Caleb stands for. Can two people alone for different reasons come together for a common cause? And once they do, will they ever want to be apart again?
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Chapter 1

Izzy’s boots slammed the pavement and her thighs were starting to burn. The skip was still in sight, but she was losing ground. His jacket had indicated he was a high school dropout, low-rent meth dealer with a penchant for teenage girls. It had said nothing about his alter ego being The Flash. He reached a chain link fence that separated the apartment building from the train yard behind it and started to scale it.

“Goddamnit,” she muttered as she raced after him. There were no trains moving in the yard at the moment, but if she lost sight of him and he jumped into an open car, it could be a while before she found him. The sun was already starting to set and she had zero interest in searching the Denver train yards by herself at night.

She grabbed the fence and scrambled to the top, the treads in her boots giving her better traction than the skip had gotten. She was up and over much more quickly, thankfully there was no razor wire at the top. She jumped down to the gravel and took off after the skip, who was already reaching the first stalled train. He climbed over a coupling between two of the cars and vanished. Izzy grumbled again and ducked underneath the nearest car instead of following him over the coupling. She had eyes on his sneakers this way, and as she crawled to the other side, she saw him moving west just past the second stalled train.

She rolled to the second track and scrambled underneath it. When she popped up on the other side, the skip glanced over his shoulder. He spotted her and re-doubled his efforts to put more distance between them. Izzy took off straight down the line, hoping to close as much distance between them as she could before he put another train between them. He was fast-maybe faster than she was, she noted grudgingly- but the thin Denver air was taking its toll on him. He was breathing hard and she knew he couldn’t keep up the pace for too much longer. Izzy wasn’t a sprinter, certainly not in her heavy, steel-toed boots, but she ran two miles every day and was well-acclimated to running long distances this high in the mountains.

She started to close in on him and felt a tingle of glee that she was that much closer to nailing him. The skip couldn’t resist another backward glance and the look on his face said he felt exactly the opposite about his imminent capture. He swerved and launched himself at a coupling on the third train. He climbed over and she ducked beneath again. This time though, his sneakers disappeared, and Izzy was moving too fast to count how many cars ahead of her he’d gotten before he vanished again. When she made it to the other side, the gravel lane was empty. She pulled her gun out of the holster strapped to her thigh and stalked past the first two open cars, ignoring them.

The skip hadn’t back-tracked, so she’d start with the third. From her pocket she produced a small but powerful mag light and switched it on. From her position on the ground, she swept the beam over the darkened interior of the car. It was empty, no pallets or shipping containers stacked inside. She headed toward the next car, listening for the sound of heavy breathing as she approached.

When she reached the next car, she heard nothing but silence from inside. Again she swept the beam and hit upon a dirty blanket, rustling silently. She pulled back the Glock’s hammer. The sharp click didn’t have quite the same ominous sound as, say, a shotgun being racked, but it was enough to garner attention just the same. An equally dirty face appeared from beneath the filthy blanket. Izzy was careful not to shine the light directly into his face. Better to let him see she was armed. He had no way of knowing whether or not she regularly used bums for target practice. Perhaps the sight of the gun would keep him where he was.

Rail riders were notoriously territorial and had been known to kill outsiders whom they perceived to be encroaching on their turf. Izzy was reasonably confident the skip hadn’t chosen this car. If he had, the rider would’ve had something to say about it. The way he did now with her.

“Go ‘way!” he hissed through grayed teeth.

Izzy took one more quick pass over the car’s interior, then stepped back. She moved toward the next car, careful to keep an ear out for the sounds of the bum coming up behind her. She didn’t hear him moving, but she caught the faint sounds of feet shuffling in the next car. As she approached, the skip was valiantly trying to silence his breathing as well, but she could still make it out.

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Advertisement Shooter Read Online Free Books Dahlia West (Burnout, #1) http://www.books2020.com/shooter-1-read-online-dahlia-west Mon, 25 Jul 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/shooter-1-read-online-dahlia-west Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Erotic, Funny, MC, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Authors: Dahlia West Series: Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Total pages in book: 125
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Shooter (Burnout #1)
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ISBN/ ASIN:	1499176422 (ISBN13: 9781499176421)
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Chris "Shooter" Sullivan has returned to his home town of Rapid City, South Dakota to pick up the pieces of his life shattered by a roadside bomb in Iraq. He only wants to focus on holding what's left of his old unit together, running his garage where he builds custom bikes and cars, and pretending that his murdered father's motorcycle gang doesn't exist. Hayley Turner is a young woman with her own traumatic past. Fresh off the bus from Nowhere, USA, all she wants is a job and a place to live, until it's time for her to leave again. She doesn't want to make friends, or enemies, least of all the ex-Army Ranger who obviously doesn't like her. She bristles under his watchful eye. He's even got her convinced she's bad news. But circumstances force two people who don't need anyone to need each other more and more. The more Chris gets to know Hayley, the harder it is to stay detached. And the more Hayley gets to know Chris, the more she realizes she's been alone for so long she might never recover from it.
Books in Series:	Burnout Series by Dahlia West
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Chapter 1

She jerked awake as a hand squeezed her knee. A hand that was a little too friendly. She opened her eyes to see a pair of brown ones looking down on her. Brown eyes set into a round face topped by a receding hairline. The bus driver had a look that was a little too friendly, also. She immediately moved her knee away from his grip.

"Well, hey there, darlin' " he said, amused. "This is your stop."

She blinked and looked out the window that was covered with road dust. The bus was old and seats were starting to show their wear, but outside the window was a bright, sunny April morning. She gathered her duffel from the overhead compartment, having been unwilling to stow it underneath the bus. Everything she owned was in that bag and not having it within arm's reach was unthinkable. Several other passengers were getting up, gathering their own belongings and she was grateful when the handsy bus driver was forced to head back up to the front to begin letting people off.

Compared to the interior of the bus, the crisp spring air was welcoming even if it was only in the 50's right now. The city was always at the mercy of the wind. It could turn a hot day bearable, a mild day chilly, and rip the breath from your lungs in winter, so said her guidebook. She pulled her hoodie a little tighter around her against the chill and headed toward Main Street. Her travel guide was stowed securely in her duffel and she was confident that she could navigate the streets now without it. She'd picked up the book on the shelf at the bookstore two days ago.

The photo of the Black Hills National Forest on the cover had caught her eye and she thumbed through it, settling on Rapid City as the closest she could get and still feel anonymous. Rapid City boasted 67,000 people. Considerably smaller than Denver, which was more than ten times larger. But the bustling downtown area made her feel comfortable. Safe. She wanted to be around people, just not be overwhelmed by them.

She slung the black bag over her shoulder and out of habit fingered the bills in her jeans pocket. The rest of her money was stored in several different locations both on her person and in her bag so if the bag was lost or stolen she wouldn't be completely broke. And if she had the unfortunate luck to be robbed on the bus, as she had four years ago, she had a chance of convincing him the fifty some odd dollars in her front pocket really was all she had. She was clearly traveling by bus, wearing cheap canvas shoes, and, as was her usual, a pair of nearly worn out jeans. So any potential mugger might actually believe her.

She could afford better shoes and clothes, but she lived in perpetual fear of being broke again, as she had when she'd finally gotten off the bus in Dallas with only the clothes in her bag. Going to the police was certainly not an option so she'd avoided her mugger as best she could, darting into the bus station and locking herself in a bathroom stall for an entire night until she could be sure he would have moved on.

Those had been terrifying days. Days when she hadn't yet gotten used to being on the road, without a past, totally cut off from everything and everyone. Earning money had seemed an impossible task. Those first few days were spent searching for employment by day and returning to the familiar bus station at night. Even though she wasn't a ticketed passenger, no one seemed to give her shit for sleeping in the terminal.

She'd almost lost it and called her Mom and Dad, but that fifth day the clouds parted and she finally had a clear path again. She'd walked into a diner. Not shabby, but not trendy, either. She’d been worn out and hungry from eating out of the vending machine with the few coins she'd found in a jacket pocket in her duffel. The owner turned out to be an older, no nonsense woman, who took one look at her and had probably immediately decided she was a junkie. Sensing the interview was going badly, she'd gotten up to leave when the sleeve of her shirt had hiked up and the slightly purple, now yellowing bruise left by the mugger on the bus had become visible.

The woman, Shirley, had snagged her wrist, gently but firmly and frowned down at marks. "He gonna come looking for you?" Shirley had asked quietly.

For a moment, that horrible night, not the night of the mugging, but that other, more awful, more terrifying night, the night that had seemed to stretch out forever until she was convinced she was in Hell and that every moment was an eternity of pain and fear flashed in her mind and her breath caught.

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