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Jamie Begley – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:36 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Jamie Begley – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Spiritwarrior (The Colemans Legacy #2) Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/spiritwarrior-the-colemans-legacy-2-read-online-jamie-begley Sun, 02 Feb 2025 19:14:36 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/spiritwarrior-the-colemans-legacy-2-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Authors: Jamie Begley Series: The Colemans Legacy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)

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Jody had been born a warrior. Entrusted to protect his family at all costs, he fought hard and played even harder. He followed the rules Silas had set over the family in order to protect their gifts, but Jody didn’t consider it breaking the rules to have a little fun when he was away from the mountain. Didn’t every warrior deserve a break when there was no war to fight? He might have been born knowing there was a soulmate in his future, but until then, he owed no allegiance to a woman he hadn’t even met.

Rationalizing his past where women were concerned, Jody discovered how wrong he was when his soulmate showed up, thinking he was no knight in shining armor.

Sophie could spot a player a mile off, and Jody was a player. He might pretend to be just a good ole boy, but from the brokenhearted women panting after him whenever he came down from his mountain, she wasn’t buying the malarky he was trying to sell her.

If Jody really thought he could convince her that they were soulmates, then he must be drinking too much moonshine. She was just trying to survive, and the spotlight he'd put on her was going to lead her enemies right to her door. What she needed was a fighter, not a lover. And, while she might be attracted to Jody, he certainly was not the hero.

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Prologue

They were the first settlers. The woman, heavy with child, was unable to go on with the others who had been driven from their homeland. Her husband, determined to save his wife from their merciless demands, had snuck them away from the military officers to escape through the heavy wilderness.

Once they were out of sight, he had tugged her up the mountain, and they had made it halfway to the top when, auspiciously, they had found themselves in a clearing, having just enough time to make a hasty shelter before their son was born. The husband held his son in his arms as both of them listened to mounted soldiers starting up the mountain in pursuit. The frightened snorting of the animals indicated they were being spooked away.

It was only near dawn, after hours had passed in silence, did they venture to speak.

“What should we name him?” she asked, attempting to put on a brave face.

The father thought of the lone military officer who had taken pity on his wife’s condition and had made sure she was never whipped liked the others, who had given them part of his rations so they weren’t forced to either eat tainted rations or starve, and who had slipped him money from his own pocket before turning a blind eye to let them slip away after telling them there was a trading post nearby in the valley, between the sky-high mountains.

“Calian.”

The woman’s lips trembled in a smile. “Warrior of life,” she stated. “He will have to be to make it out here.”

“We all will have to be. It will not be easy,” he warned.

A small laugh escaped her as she laid her head back down wearily. “To give her credit, she did warn us.”

“Yes, she did,” he said grimly. “When you are strong enough for me to leave you alone, I will go find the trading post. Officer Coleman gave me enough money to buy supplies.”

“Will they sell to you?”

“He also gave me papers and some of his clothes.”

“What kind of papers?”

“Identification papers. Jace told me he could get more for himself when he returned home.”

“What is your new name?”

“Jace Coleman.”

“So, we are Colemans now?”

“Yes.”

“Calian Coleman,” she said softly, staring at the child snuggled against his father’s chest. “I like the sound of it. Are we going to stay here or find somewhere else to settle?” she asked, looking around the forest surrounding them.

“We are staying.” His steely tone disclosed his determination.

“What if this land belongs to someone?”

“This mountain is mine.”

She shook her head at him. “You cannot claim a mountain.”

“Watch me. I claimed you, did I not?”

“I am not exactly a mountain.”

“Look around. Before I am done, I am going to own as far as you can see, and then some. No one will ever be able to drag us away again.”

She believed him, as he never said anything he did not mean.

Reaching out, she took her son back into her arms. “I have been gifted a son and a mountain in one day.” Taking the little fingers in her hand, she stared down into the sleepy gaze blinking up at her.

She pulled the infant closer as she shivered in fear. Would they be able to protect their child from the hardships ahead of them? Other than a fire and what items her husband had managed to accumulate and keep hidden in anticipation of their escape, they had nothing. Even the shelter was just a horse blanket tied between two trees.

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Advertisement Moon’s Promise – The Last Riders Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/moons-promise-the-last-riders-read-online-jamie-begley Thu, 22 Aug 2024 20:04:52 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/moons-promise-the-last-riders-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, MC Authors: Jamie Begley Advertisement

Total pages in book: 189
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A promise is meant to be kept… And once Moon makes a promise, there is no going back. But running wasn’t her only mistake. She had underestimated him…
How much he would want his child.
The lengths he would go to find her.
And the promise he would keep to pay her back for all her lies because he never ever forgot a promise.

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PROLOGUE

“It’s time to go, Riley, Eric. Say bye to Devon. You won’t see him until we get settled.”

The three children sat huddled on the couch, hugging each other. Devon held his tiny three-year-old sister on his lap as she sobbed into his chest while he hugged his young five-year-old brother closer to his side.

“Why can’t Devon come with us?” His brother raised his tear-stained face from his shoulder to ask.

His stepfather glowered down at them at the question he had answered repeatedly since Vance told his mother he was moving away to live with another woman. “Because he doesn’t belong to me. I can’t make his mother let me take him. I’d go to jail if I tried to take him. Do you want me to go to jail?”

Vance’s harsh question had both his brother and sister trembling in his arms.

“No,” both Riley and Eric sobbed out their answer.

Devon remained silent instead of yelling out yes like he wanted to. If he did, Vance wouldn’t keep his promise to bring Eric and Riley to see him once a month.

He might not have said anything, but his stepfather easily read his hate-filled expression.

“Come on; grab your shit,” Vance ordered the clinging children. “I want to be out of here before Kiko comes back.”

Devon watched as his brother and sister reluctantly left his arms to go to their bedrooms to grab the two backpacks they had worn in from school. Vance had already packed their belongings while Riley was in daycare, and Eric was at school.

Walking to the door as Vance pushed his sister and brother to the doorway, Devon picked up his little sister.

“Don’t cry,” he tried to soothe Riley. “Vance will bring you to see me.”

Riley gave him a tearful nod.

Carefully, he handed her over to Vance and hugged Eric.

“Make sure you keep practicing your timetables. I have something special for you if you can tell me the sevens.”

Eric’s somber expression switched to excitement. “What is it?”

Devon gave him a gentle smile. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Okay”

“Bye …” Devon told them miserably.

Before he could say anything else, Vance grabbed Eric’s hand and led him out the door. Devon wasn’t surprised that Vance hadn’t bothered to say goodbye. As he held the doorknob in his hand, he had never felt so much hatred for anyone in his life as he did for Vance.

Devon waited to close the door until Vance’s red truck pulled away from the curb before he returned to the living room and sat down on the couch. He was still staring blankly at the television screen when his mother came home.

Placing her purse on the end table, she sat down next to him.

“You okay?” she asked hesitantly.

“No.”

His mother released a sad sigh as she laid a comforting hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I wish you had stayed at school the way I wanted you to until I could get off work.”

Devon shrugged away from her touch. “I wanted to say goodbye to them.”

“Are you blaming me for them leaving? It’s not my fault Vance wants to be with another woman.”

“You could have been here to tell them goodbye. They cried when you weren’t here.”

His mother’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I know my weaknesses. If I had been here when they started crying, I would have broken. I am not strong like you, Devon. They are my babies, yet I have no legal right to them—I am not their mother. I didn’t trust myself not to beg him on my knees to stay. I couldn’t do that, Devon, not even for Riley and Eric.”

Devon saw the anguish on his mother’s beautiful face. No, his mother would never lower her pride to bring herself to her knees. Vance had tried many times to accomplish that humiliation but had never succeeded.

“Do you think he will keep his promise to bring them to see me?”

His mother smoothed her tears away. “I wouldn’t count on it. Vance promised to marry me when he talked me into leaving Hawaii. He didn’t. He promised to let me adopt Eric and Riley. He didn’t. He promised to treat you and me well. He didn’t. Vance hasn’t kept any promises he’s made to me. Maybe you will have better luck.”

Devon didn’t hold out hope.

Seeing his mother’s proud face break into tears made him feel bad. She was hurting as badly as he was but had been hiding it to appear strong in front of him.

He hugged his mother, manfully holding back his own tears.

“Don’t cry. It’ll be all right.”

“He took my babies from me …” She sobbed into his shoulder. “No one ever keeps their promises to me. Your dad promised me he wouldn’t reenlist again. Vance promised never to leave me. Why can’t they keep their promises?”

“I will. I’ll keep any promise I make.”

“Swear to me, Devon. Don’t be like other men. When you make a promise, keep it.”

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Advertisement A Treepoint Christmas Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/a-treepoint-christmas-read-online-jamie-begley Sun, 14 Jan 2024 20:20:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-treepoint-christmas-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Jamie Begley Advertisement

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Choosing to return to Treepoint during the Christmas season, Megan Smith knew the small town in Kentucky like the back of her hand. While the town might be full of Christmas spirit and joy to the world, none of it would be extended to her. They may consider her a “bad penny,” but Megan isn’t going to let that prevent her from staying nor fulfilling the promises she made to herself. What she didn’t take into consideration was Cole.
Visiting friends in the area, he shows the spirit of Christmas in every smile, the joy of living with every glint in his eyes, and his “Fa-la-la” is nothing to sneeze at, either. Cole may be hotter than a hot toddy, but Megan hasn’t come back to Treepoint to find someone to snuggle up with in front of a fireplace, build snowmen with, or find the true meaning of Christmas.

Yet that is exactly what she gets. Together, Cole and the town show her that not all of what you see is real, and only by giving of herself will she have the power to let go of the past.

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Prologue

The snow began to fall when she hit Jamestown city limits, barely discernable droplets of water melting the instant they hit the windshield. Those that survived were swooshed away with one swish of the windshield wiper, as if the tiny dots never existed. Just like the small child she had carried, who had found life for a few tiny milliseconds on Earth.

As the bridge to Treepoint came into view, the snow started to blanket the ground. The flakes lasted a few seconds longer on the road than the ones on the window, the salt breaking it down to slush as the tires rolled over it until it was an ugly, muddy mess. Just as she had been broken and swept away by a trusted individual at fourteen. Manipulated, she had been thrust out of childhood and into the adult world she had no clue how to navigate, becoming putty in his hands.

Flipping the wipers onto high, she saw the bridge ahead. She didn’t have to make the turn onto the bridge. She could keep driving on past, just keep going on. In three hours, she could be in Lexington. In four, Louisville. No one knew her in either cities. She could start over fresh. No one would know her name, that her parents had to sell their home because of how badly she had humiliated them, nor that she had nearly taken the life of a newborn, believing it to be hers when she hadn’t been able to accept her own was dead.

To put the cherry on top of the mistakes she had made, the child she nearly killed was the President’s of The Last Riders, a motorcycle club that had earned a reputation of being ruthless and never leaving a score unsettled.

So far, they had left her alone. She was sure her stay in a mental care facility for seventeen months had held their revenge in check.

Each day of the two years she had lived at a halfway house afterward, she expected it to be her last. Would they make her death look like an accident, or would they make it plain that The Last Riders had settled their score?

When she left the halfway house, there wasn’t a night she didn’t go to bed expecting to wake listening for any suspicious noises until exhaustion allowed her to sleep.

Working from home, she had lived a solitary existence until a week ago when she came to a stark conclusion—her life was so barren and miserable that death would be a blessing. Even God didn’t care enough to put an end to her life, and she was too much of a coward to do it herself.

That was why she was going back to Treepoint. She had worked two remote jobs until she gave both jobs her notice. Packing up what little possessions she had, she filled her newly-purchased secondhand car with gas then started driving. She drove until she couldn’t drive anymore then pulled over at a rest stop to sleep a few hours before driving again. She had one destination in mind—Treepoint.

When she switched her blinker on as she neared the bridge, the light turned red, preventing her from turning.

Staring at the red light, Megan knew it was an omen, warning her away from Treepoint.

When the light turned green, her foot remained on the brake, and a honking horn had a smile forming on her lips as she released the brake and made the turn onto the bridge.

She was surprised the old bridge didn’t crumble beneath her as she crossed it; she had burned so many bridges before she was taken away. There wasn’t one person in the whole town who would be happy she was back.

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Advertisement Desired by Doom (The Last Riders Ohio Chapter #1) Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/desired-read-online-doom-the-last-riders-ohio-chapter-1-read-online-jamie-begley Thu, 01 Jun 2023 11:54:30 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/desired-read-online-doom-the-last-riders-ohio-chapter-1-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Jamie Begley Series: The Last Riders Ohio Chapter Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
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There wasn't anything Arden wouldn't do for her family, even if it meant having to brave The Last Riders in their own clubhouse. There, she found herself thrust out of her comfort zone and seeing things that she was too shy to watch on Pay-Per-View. She needed The Last Riders' help to save her younger brother, but who was going to be the one to save her from them? One thing was for certain... Doom was impending.

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CHAPTER 1

THE PROSPECT

“Are you joking?” Arden stared at her younger brother in disbelief. Usually, she knew when Luc was joking around. He was notorious for pulling pranks and filming their reactions as he grew up. What made her hesitate that he was serious and not joking was the change she had seen in him over the last year.

Luc had become more withdrawn. Her carefree baby brother had become a recluse, preferring to stay in his room instead of hanging out with their family or friends.

His jaw jutted out stubbornly. “I’m serious.”

Looking toward her mother, whose face was pale as she stared back at her, she pleaded with her eyes to change Luc’s mind.

Their mother took a seat on the couch next to him. “Why in the world would you give up a scholarship to one of the most prestigious schools in the country to join a motorcycle club?”

“I hate school. I’ve been telling you, but none of you have been listening to me.” Dragging his hand through his brown hair, he gave her an exasperated scowl.

“We’re listening now.” Attempting to calm the tension between Luc and her mother, Arden stepped into the familiar role of peacemaker.

In hindsight, she had noticed his behavior had gone through a change since entering Skyline Conservatory. She had thought it was just the high expectations of the grades that were required to keep the scholarship awarded to him.

“Why do you hate Skyline?” she asked calmly.

“Why wouldn’t I? Everyone makes fun of me for riding the bus at my age instead of driving, that my lunch is free, my clothes aren’t designer. I don’t belong at Skyline, and the rest of the students know it.”

“You deserve to be there as much as they do,” their mother protested. “I told you that they’re just jealous. You’re smarter than them, schoolwork comes easier to you—”

A sarcastic laugh came from him, which had her inwardly cringing, seeing the pain beneath the laugh.

Arden gave him a sympathetic glance. “I’m sorry, Luc. We’ve not been listening to what you’ve been trying to tell us. I didn’t know not having a car was a big deal. You can take my car, and I can take the bus until I figure something else out.”

“I don’t want your car! Do you not get that their cars are status symbols to them? A Civic would have them laughing before I could park.”

Not offended at having her car insulted, Arden sought for another alternative. “Then I’ll pick up another few shifts and lease you a car. Which car would make you happy?” She would figure out the finances later. Right now, the most important part was keeping Luc in school.

“I don’t want you to buy me a fucking car!” Luc shouted at her.

Cringing at the use of profanity directed toward her, she kept her cool. Anger wouldn’t resolve what was making Luc determined to throw away his scholarship.

“I have a job. I’m going to buy a motorcycle when I have enough money and can get a license.”

Him having a job was news to her. Glancing at their mother, she saw the same confusion on her face. Arden glanced back at her brother. “Where do you work?”

“The Last Riders are going to let me be a prospect until I earn my patch when I’m eighteen. Until then, they pay me to guard the door of the club or do any other jobs they want done.”

“Like buying their drugs for them or stealing something?” Their mother started crying. “Are you trying to kill your father?”

“Calm down, Mom. Getting this upset won’t do your heart any good either.”

“Where is Dad?” Arden asked.

Luc threw himself down on the couch next to her. “He’s at a doctor’s appointment. I waited until he left before telling Mom.”

“He wants me to be the one to tell Carter.” Her mother’s voice was shrill. “Carter has worked sixty-hour weeks to keep a roof over our heads, and this is how you’re going to repay him? By joining a motorcycle gang instead of finishing school and becoming a doctor?”

“The Last Riders aren’t a gang; they’re a club,” Luc protested, rising from the couch heatedly.

Arden broke into the heated exchange between her brother and mother, “Don’t you want to become a doctor anymore?”

If her brother truly didn’t want to become a doctor, then she would back his decision to drop out of school—as much as she hated the thought.

A quick flash of pain before Luc could compose his expression told her the truth that he was trying to hide either from himself or them. “No, I don’t.”

Why was he lying to them? Arden had a sinking feeling she knew.

“Luc, I don’t mind working the extra shifts to help Mom and Dad out until they get back on their feet.”

“When are you going to realize this is our new normal? Dad’s doctor told him that he won’t be able to go back to work after this last heart attack. How can Mom work, tied to that oxygen machine? You expect me to pretend everything is okay and spend hours studying instead of pulling my own weight? Fuck, Arden…”

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Advertisement Firewalker (The Colemans Legacy #1) Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/firewalker-the-colemans-legacy-1-read-online-jamie-begley Wed, 02 Nov 2022 21:50:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/firewalker-the-colemans-legacy-1-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jamie Begley Series: The Colemans Legacy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68004 (not accurate)
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Seven brothers, all waiting for their soul mates, all born with a gift that makes them unique. A gift that comes with a cost ... if they use their power outside of their domain.

Coleman Mountain.

Matthew Coleman was born with the gift of fire. It dances at his fingertips. He can melt the strongest of metals, making it pliable in his hands, and scorch the earth if he gets angry enough.

You’d think having this gift, and with his brothers', no one could threaten them and no problem could be unsolved.

Wrong.

How is he supposed to get his soul mate to fall in love with him when she’s too scared to venture out in a storm? He’s going to have to show Alanna that, with him, she can play in the rain. Because no storm, no matter how mighty, can withstand the power of the sun.

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Preface

Their names were forgotten, erased from existence, becoming just another Native American couple torn from their native land. The woman carried in her womb the gifts given by the gods, in repayment for defending the Mother of Creation. The gifts were to be bestowed on their children and the future generations to come.

As their days grew dark with their struggles to survive along the perilous journey to their new homeland, the gods watched their courage, yet never once did they try to take advantage of the stone the man carried within his chest to lessen their hardships.

Decades later, they were buried side by side on the land they had worked tirelessly on to leave a lasting legacy to their children. The secret had been sworn on and died with them, and the threat to humanity lost for all time. Mankind would never know of how close they had come to extinction, nor of the sacrifices made by the man and woman who died protecting the secret.

Fate was given the duty to watch over their children, carefully monitoring how the gifts were used by the couple’s progeny. As new generations were born, Fate came to Mother in concern that their gifts made other humans fearful of them and were seeking to destroy what could not be understood in the human realm. Mother began watching them herself to see what consequences the gifts had wrought, making adjustments when needed. She might have created Earth, but it was still a work in progress.

From Hades, they had been given the gift to create and manipulate fire and to astral project themselves through the Shadow realm of time. Wisely, Mother had deemed this gift too powerful for one mortal to hold, splitting the gift into two. One to be given the power of light, the other of the shadow realm, capable of walking between Earth and Heaven. Both must be born at the same time, for light must keep darkness from consuming the shadow realm.

When their progeny nearly died out from disease, Mother called on Zephyrus to bestow his gift of wind on a descendent. Fire cannot breathe without air.

Rocque, the Lord of the Forests, had been given the gift of controlling nature. Mother watched those who welded that power closely, as the gift almost rivaled her own power over Earth. Jealous, she decided to finetune that gift, limiting the recipients of that particular power of Earth, only allowing them to wield it within their own domain, and able to shelter and protect those they love within the boundaries of the mountain they called home.

When one unexpected gift came to light, Mother could only shake her head. Her son, Poseidon, had snuck the power of water on the woman, as a reward for protecting the stone. Water can give life or take it away with a fury that could mimic her own when she was angry.

Shaking her head in amusement at some of the progenies’ misdeeds, Mother didn’t let her growing affection for the family sway their punishment when Asclepius’ gift was misused by one of the female descendants, by saving a life meant to be taken. Sadly, Mother had Fate intervene to break the family line in two different directions. The repercussion was severe in which any of the descendants gifted with the healing arts were separated from the main trunk of gifts, which were becoming more powerful each generation.

While she didn’t regret separating the family into two branches, she felt sorrow witnessing the cruel hardships the new branch had to endure. Wanting to prevent such a harsh punishment in the future, she gave them her last gift.

She had taken Astraios’ gifts away as punishment for fighting with Chronos. Mother bestowed his powers which she had carefully hoarded to herself, giving the progenies the ability to read the stars and the skies, allowing them to read the paths laid out for them to follow. It was a huge gift, which would come with severe penalties if they misused it.

To make sure no family member overstepped their boundaries again, she decided there would be a safeguard born into each generation, which would have the ability to harness all the powers gifted to them. They would be her failsafe. They would carry their knowledge and the cost of their powers to the next generation. They would teach and prepare those who would follow in their footsteps. Lessons which would warn them from abusing their gifts. Their powers were gifts and weren’t to be profited from and never, ever to seek to try to usurp Her power again.

Continuing to monitor the family intermittently, despite having given Fate the duty, she watched both branches of the family grow in numbers until one particular soul was born.

A male child with all the gifts.

Mother wasn’t ashamed to admit she grew fond of the mortal, yet despite her fondness, she wasn’t able to change the future laid out before him in the stars. He would never find his soul mate during the lifetime he had been born into. The star-crossed lovers kept missing each other, their love destined for another lifetime.

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Advertisement Vikings from Mars Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/vikings-from-mars-read-online-jamie-begley Mon, 27 Jun 2022 15:18:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/vikings-from-mars-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jamie Begley Advertisement

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Vikings from Mars
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Jamie Begley
Language:	English
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Earth was never going back to normal. All that was left in the post-apocalyptic destruction were humans trying to find enough food to survive … and running from the aliens who had come to scavenge what was left. Raine had never been a particularly brave woman. She preferred staying at home, sipping on a latte while reading a good romance book, rather than making an effort to become hurt by a real relationship. She only managed to survive the nuclear war by being at the right place at the right time. Now, as if having to contend with lack of food and dodging different species of aliens wanting to make her their next meals wasn’t bad enough, the other survivors in her group blame her for being a jinx for every catastrophe that has happened to them. How was she supposed to know the feral man who she had saved was an alien Viking from Mars? How could it be her fault that, when she snuck out to check on him, two other women from her group followed and got themselves kidnapped? And, how could she be blamed for finding herself married to an alien by the simple act of saving his life? She wasn’t a jinx; she was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. Still, it hurt that her new husband was beginning to think the same way as the group of survivors and wanted to give her back to the humans. While she wasn’t crazy about the Martian side of Skars, the Viking part of her husband was hot and, like any heroine from the stories she had read, she was determined to prove her worth to him. Well, if she wasn’t barbecued first.
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Prologue

RAINE

“What’s with the long face?” Raine spared a moment to ask the woman who took the booth next to her in the teller line, delaying asking the next customer to step forward.

“Late night.”

Giving Brinn a sympathetic glance, Raine called out for the next customer. Then, as she keyed the customer’s information into her computer to cash a check, Raine noticed her bank manager talking to the security guard. Frowning, Raine had to force herself to concentrate on the computer monitor when she saw Dobbs rush away and head out the front door.

She had to wait until she had counted out the money and the customer had left before she turned toward Brinn, who was still trying to log in to her computer.

“I should have called in sick today,” Brinn said sulkily when another attempt failed.

“It must be the Internet. My computer was lagging on the last two transactions. I’ll call Lucas over.”

Raine pressed the button on her computer, which would notify the manager on duty that they needed assistance.

Looking over to where she could see Lucas through the glass wall of his office, she saw he was now talking to the head teller.

“What’s taking him so long?” Brinn complained as several customers came through the front door at once.

“I have no idea.”

As she took another customer in the swelling line, Raine started to grow concerned when Olivia frantically rushed from Lucas’ office, heading toward the back room, only to come back a minute later with her purse, leaving without a word to any of the tellers who were trying to get her attention.

Raine finished the transaction she was working on and turned back to Brinn.

“What in the world is going on? Olivia just left.”

“I saw.” Brinn frowned, looking just as concerned as her.

That was when a commotion in the lobby had them both turning and staring as a huge crowd started fighting to get inside the bank.

“This isn’t good.” Brinn gave her concerned glance as she tried to log in once again.

“Go ask Lucas what’s going on,” Raine suggested, motioning a customer forward. All the other tellers looked just as disturbed as her, yet they continued to work, despite being afraid a riot would break out at any minute.

Raine saw Brinn barge into Lucas’ office, though he was on the phone.

“How can I help you today, Mrs. Johnson?” Raine asked the elderly woman whom she had grown familiar with during the year she had worked for the bank.

“I need to make a withdrawal.” Mrs. Johnson slid a withdrawal slip under the plexiglass shield with her gnarled hand.

Raine keyed in Mrs. Johnson’s information then asked, “Are you sure? That will leave you five dollars in your account.” The elderly woman had never withdrawn more than fifty dollars a week since she had known her.

“I’m sure,” she insisted. “Please hurry. I need to get home to my dogs. I’d like my money in tens.”

Raine counted out the requested five hundred dollars as Brinn returned. From the pallor on her coworker’s face, Raine was afraid Lucas had fired Brinn for barging into his office.

“Have a good day, Mrs. Johnson.”

The elderly woman gave her a strange look before hurrying away.

Before Raine could take another customer, Brinn touched her shoulder.

“Lucas wants to talk with you. He told me to work your station.”

No one ever worked at another station without logging off and counting and taking the drawer of money.

Seeing another teller had been called into Lucas’ office after Brinn had left and the huge crowd in the bank clamoring to get waited on, Raine didn’t argue. The tension in the bank was waiting for a spark to ignite whatever situation was occurring, and the only way she could find out what was going on was to go to Lucas’ office.

Stepping away from her station, Raine hurriedly walked to Lucas’ office, her heart starting to pound in her chest, when Tayla came out, looking just as pale as Brinn had.

“What’s going on?” Raine asked Lucas as she walked through the door.

“The news reported a nuclear bomb was launched toward Hawaii.”

Raine grabbed the back of chair, sitting in front of Lucas’ desk.

“If this is a joke, it isn’t funny,” Raine managed to get out.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

No, the unflappable manager seemed just as calm and collected as he always did, and the serious gaze Lucas was giving had her heart racing faster.

“That’s why everyone wants to get cash?”

“Yes. Not only that, but there are more reports coming in that, when we launched one back, several more bombs were deployed for other parts of the United States.”

“Any coming here?” I asked shakily, aware that bad news was going to keep coming.

“After the United States launched their missile, other countries did the same, and then their allies launched theirs. It’s become a fucking shooting range out there.”

“Jesus.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late for prayers to be any use. I’m telling everyone who wants to leave to go. I don’t expect you to stay here.”

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One by one, she watched The Last Riders find their happily ever after with women who weren’t her. The one that hurt the most was Reaper. But, even with the dagger that had been lodged deep in her heart, she still held hope that this time, finally, she would be given the winning hand. And what do you think she was given? Not the hot, badass biker she was expecting. He wasn’t bad, nor was he a biker. He was hot, though. While one out of three sucked, it wasn’t worth her giving up The Last Riders for. Of course that didn’t prevent her from taking him out for a test drive, either. Until … she found out the road ahead wouldn’t be the same without him. Until … she didn’t want to ride with anyone else. Until … she reached the curve in the road where she had to make a choice. Either leave The Last Riders to continue the ride with a man who might ultimately give her that winning hand, or leave him.
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“There but for the grace of God, go I.”

-John Bradford

Chapter One

“What are you doing here? I thought you left an hour ago.”

Jewell used her hip to shove a sheaf of unmade boxes onto the metal shelf next to her. “I’m just restocking the supplies, so when work starts back up on the third, you won’t have to listen to everyone complaining it wasn’t done before they left for the holidays.”

“No one will be complaining to me.”

Making a mocking face at Shade, she picked up a roll of bubble wrap, carrying it to the mailing station to slide onto the empty rolling arm. “Not to your face, but they will behind your back.”

“And that would concern me, how?”

“It wouldn’t, which is another thing I’ll have to listen to the brothers complain about when I come back on the fifth.”

“The brothers, not the women?”

Jewell spared another minute to give him another mocking look. “The women would cut off their big toes before they would complain about anything you do. Unfortunately, the brothers don’t care how fine your ass looks in those jeans you’re wearing.”

Jewell didn’t expect Shade to show any amusement at her humor and wasn’t concerned when his somber face didn’t crack a smile.

“Finish up what you’re doing. Everyone will be waiting on us to begin opening the presents.”

“You go ahead. I’ll be ten minutes behind you.”

“Now, Jewell.”

At the sound of the metal door of the building flying open, both Shade and she turned to see his son staring at them apologetically.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for the door to hit the side of building.”

The transformation of Shade in his children’s presence never failed to lighten her mood. Despite how miserable she was with her personal life, she could appreciate how happy Shade was with his.

“What’s the rush, John?”

“Mom sent me to get you. She said you’re taking too long.”

“Did she send you because Lily is tired of you and Clint is bugging her to open your presents?”

John’s serious expression cracked Jewell up. John was a miniature Shade.

“No, she wants your help with Mae.”

“Then let’s not keeping our ladies waiting.” Reaching out a hand, he onehandedly lifted John to his shoulders.

Turning back to her, Shade gave her a stern look that showed he meant business. “Hurry it up, Jewell.”

Jewell gave him a jaunty salute. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Alone, she quickly finished the tasks that would help the workers in starting immediately. Her hand was on the light switch when she glanced toward the popcorn machine. She could tell from the slack that it was empty. Forget it, she told herself, her finger tensing as she was about to pull the switch downward.

“Dammit.” Jewell stomped her way into the supply room. She couldn’t not do it. Rider would take an hour to do a five-minute job.

Dragging the large box to the popcorn machine, she went back to the supply room for the step ladder and the box cutter. Cutting the box open, she pulled out the humongous, plastic bag of Styrofoam popcorn. Normally, all she would have to do was lower the bag, but Train hadn’t gotten around to repair the lever that lowered it. So, climbing the ladder, Jewell lifted the filled popcorn bag, raising it over her head to dump the contents inside the machine.

As she did, the metal ring of the machine swung backward and forward. Irritated, Jewell pushed it back, the forceful shove sending the metal swinging again. Stupidly, she tried to show her dominance and shoved it back again. The machine, deciding not to be outdone, started swinging madly. Seeing the thing coming toward her, she tried to block it with her arm, but she had gauged the direction wrong and was hit in the stomach.

Trying another tactic, she reached out to grab the metal circle. At the same time, it went backward. Losing her balance, Jewell found herself taking a nosedive to the empty mail cart below, followed with a rain of popcorn covering her.

Blowing a popcorn out of her mouth, she started contemplating the decisions she had made in her life.

“I’ll be goddamn! Motherfucking shit! Why am I even still here?” she screeched out loud.

Releasing the frustration and dissatisfaction she had been bottling up for the last year felt so good that it was almost euphoric. The overwhelming release of the emotions she had been suppressing had her spewing even more grievances at herself.

“Your ass should be in Ohio, getting laid, which is where you would be if some cockamamie hillbilly hadn’t told you that you would regret leaving!” she snarled out to the empty warehouse. “Guess what, Ginny? I fucking do!” she mocked Ginny’s promise that she would regret leaving Treepoint when she had decided to accept Arin’s job offer in Ohio. Ginny had also promised her feelings for Reaper would change, insinuating she might develop feelings for someone else.

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Have you ever wondered: if soulmates were meant to be together for eternity, then why do they have to search for each other over and over? Reaper didn’t think it was possible to be deceived by anything, or anyone, after the hell he had gone through. Ginny had proven him wrong. Not only wasn’t she the woman he believed her to be, but she had also sacrificed herself to pay for his crimes. The only part of finding out who Ginny was that didn’t surprise him was that she was a thief. He already knew that—she had been stealing bits and pieces of his soul since he’d met her. And not only had Ginny wrecked the peace he had promised himself, but she also turned his life in a tailspin as he fought to keep her safe from an enemy from her past. Ginny didn’t think it was possible to love Gavin more than she already did. He proved her wrong. The only problem was … who was going to protect her from Reaper? Every part of her being loved Gavin, yet it was Reaper who was turning her life in a tailspin. Determined to claim her soul while refusing to relinquish his, Ginny found herself engaged in a battle of wills that she was willing to fight to win until death. The battle between soulmates is never a pretty thing. In battles, there are always winners and losers. Ginny and Reaper are going to have to decide if the price of winning the battle is worth the cost or lose the ultimate prize—eternity.
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Prologue

Ginny numbly stared out the window of the private jet that she and Hammer boarded after leaving Silas’s house. Sightlessly staring at the grey clouds floating below, she replayed the image of Gavin walking toward the waiting car that would take him to Taylor.

In her bedroom upstairs, she had heard the rumble of his voice as he’d talked on his cell phone. She’d dressed quickly and had gone downstairs to start breakfast to hear Gavin ending his phone call the moment she entered the kitchen. The sound of him starting the shower had her slapping several slices of bacon onto the sizzling skillet.

Blinking back tears of fright from what she had gotten herself into, compounded with her fear of Gavin’s reaction to the story she was determined to discuss with him, had her hands shaking. She knew she should have told him about her past the previous night, before her brothers arrived back home, but the precious moments with him had gone too quickly.

She promised herself as she flipped the bacon that as soon Gavin got out of the shower, she would tell him her history. However when the sound of the shower stopped, she revised her plan, deciding to wait to tell him anything until after he told her about Taylor being at the clubhouse. The time would also allow her the opportunity to settle the mounting trepidations as the minutes ticked by.

“Where’s all the jelly I saw sitting on the counter yesterday?”

Ginny looked up from the frying pan. “I gave it to Viper. Silas is going to bring more from storage when he comes back this afternoon. There’s some grape jelly in the refrigerator.”

“It’s store bought. You took all those jars to the storage building? Why didn’t you leave one here?”

“Actually, two were meant for here, but when I asked Viper to take a couple to Lily, he asked if he could to take another couple for the club.”

“You gave them my jelly?”

Ginny’s brows rose. Gavin was making no effort to hide his irritation. “Technically, those jars are mine. I don’t understand what the big deal is. I have ten more jars in—”

“The problem is I don’t want Shade eating your jelly. It’s mine.”

Ginny watched as he plopped down on his chair at the table and then stared sullenly at the plain toast.

Ginny placed a plate of bacon in front of him. “You could make yourself a bacon sandwich,” she suggested, trying to hide her amusement at his jealousy. She wondered if it was because she made the jelly or if it was an ongoing rivalry between Gavin and Shade.

“You made some to send to Shade.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she turned around, but then found herself being pulled down onto his lap.

“I’m sorry.”

Ginny could tell he didn’t mean his apology, so she wound her arms around his neck and called his bluff. “You don’t look sorry.”

“I’m not.”

“Didn’t your mother teach you to share?”

“All the women in the club cater to Shade.”

Ginny frowned. “When I worked there, I didn’t see anyone catering to him.”

“I’m not talking about the wives.”

“Oh … I see. The women who live there?” Ginny never paid any attention to the men in the club, so she couldn’t say if the women had or hadn’t.

“Yes.”

Goosebumps rose on her skin when Gavin began tracing imaginary circles on her arm with his thumb.

“Don’t give any more to him. Please?”

When he touched her like that, she was willing to jump off a cliff if he asked—though even under extreme torture she’d refuse to admit it … but God knew she would.

“I won’t make him any more jelly. Satisfied?”

Agreeing so easily to his request, she saw the suspicion in his eyes. What could she say? She had bigger fish to fry than dealing with Gavin’s ridiculous jealousy over Shade.

“What are your plans for the day?” Unable to resist taking the opportunity to touch him as well, Ginny carefully gauged his reaction as she waited for him to tell her that Taylor was at the club. She promised herself she wouldn’t react to the mention of Taylor’s name on his lips.

“I’m going to the clubhouse to have a talk with the brothers. They want to return a few of the gifts I gave them.”

As Gavin spoke, Ginny realized he wasn’t going to admit his ex-fiancée was at the club.

“I bet,” she said with a heavy heart. “That’s one gift I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of.”

He lifted her off slightly, then slid a small box out of his pocket and held it out for her to take. Ginny stared at the box, as two separate fears cut her to the quick. Was Gavin still contemplating taking his life, or was this a good-bye gift before he reunited with Taylor?

Seeing the reaction she was unable to hide, despite for her best efforts, Gavin shook his head at her. “This gift is not like the ones I bought for the brothers. I bought this because … I know the bracelet means a lot to you, and I wanted you to have a piece of me, and because I was missing you.”

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Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true. Train swore never to let a woman get under his skin unless it meant forever, and forever only meant belonging to The Last Riders. He had believed his one brief sexual encounter with Killyama was a hit it and quit it. Instead, her green eyes haunted his memories. Then when he tried to convince the woman he was serious as his “more the merrier” lifestyle became a painful reminder of the life he lived, Killyama used his own club against him to keep him from what he wanted. Killyama was holding out for a man who could offer her forever, and Train wasn’t the forever kind of man. He was a Mr. Here and Now; the wicked warrior in her dreams. He might be a walking, talking sex machine, but she needed more than that. So, until he proved she was the only one sharing his bed, the only part of her body he was going to see was her ass walking away.
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Prologue

Killyama juggled the grocery bag in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other as she unlocked the door. Swinging it inward, she walked inside then slammed it shut with her foot.

“Don’t bother helping,” she snapped at the man lounging on the couch.

He clicked the remote, turning off the television, and then stood indolently, his tall body only hinting at the muscles underneath the faded denim and T-shirt. He walked toward her as she set the groceries and beer on the counter.

Turning back toward him, she was met with a hard smack across the face that sent her back against the counter.

As her fingers went to the corner of her mouth, coming away with blood, he taunted, “You’re getting slow.”

At that, Killyama swung her fist out, trying to nail him in the gut, but he sidestepped and caught her fist. Then she jerked her other hand up, nailing him under the chin. However, he didn’t release her.

They began to struggle against each other. He knocked her against the round table next to the kitchen table, causing his dirty breakfast plate to fall to the floor as she found herself lying back across the table. Taking her shot, she lifted her booted foot to kick him in the balls as he tried to pin her hands to the table.

“Son of a fucking bitch! You always go for the balls.”

“Hammer, if you know that, you should watch them better.” Killyama snickered, sitting up on the table as he bent over, trying to catch his breath from the pain.

When he regained himself, he hobbled to the counter, taking a beer out of the carton and twisting off the top. “Want one?”

“What do you think?”

Hammer tossed one to her then watched as she opened the bottle.

“Getting bored already?” she asked.

He took a long drink of his own beer before answering, “Yes. I don’t know why you have to live in this small-ass town.”

“I like it, and my friends are all here. You don’t have to stay. You could stay anywhere you want.”

“That’s true, but who would watch your back?”

Killyama snorted. “Who would watch yours?”

Hammer set his beer down on the counter. “I got called up for an assignment.”

“How bad?” She kept her expression neutral, knowing he would mock any concern she had.

“If they call me in, it’s bad.” He began picking up the broken dishes from the floor, tossing them into the trash. “Do you know where my paperwork is, in case I don’t come back?”

Her hand tightened on the beer as she took another sip. It wasn’t strong enough to numb the fear she felt over him leaving.

“They say Fiji is nice this time of year,” she joked past the lump in her throat, knowing that was what he expected of her.

“I can pick my own crew,” he told her, ignoring her attempt at humor.

She narrowed her eyes at him, seeing the impassivity on his face, before he quickly lowered his eyes.

“Don’t—”

“I need him. He’s the best chopper pilot in hot areas. If I’m going to bring my men out of there alive, I need him.”

“Or none of you will come out alive; is that what you’re trying to say?”

Hammer crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Finishing her beer, Killyama scooted off the table and placed the empty bottle next to his. “I guess it doesn’t matter what I say. I’ve begged you to quit taking these assignments, yet you still do. Now you’re going to take—”

“Dammit, Rae, I don’t want to leave with you pissed off at me!”

“Then you’re shit out of luck!” she snapped, picking up her car keys.

“Where are you going? I need to leave in an hour.”

“Drive your own damn self to the airport, or get Jonas to drive you.”

“I was kinda hoping you would tell Jonas for me.”

She scoffed. “I guess you’re really super fucked, then.” Angrily, she went to the door where she paused, her hand on the doorknob. She tried to control the tremble in her voice, not wanting to expose the turmoil that had her wanting to beg him to stay, as she told him without looking back, “Be careful.”

“I will.”

Killyama nodded, opening the door, and then paused again. “Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Make sure you bring Train back. If anyone’s going to kill that fucker, it’s going to be me.”

“Tell me again, exactly, why the hell we’re sitting in the parking lot of Sex Piston’s beauty shop?”

Train ignored Rider’s aggravated complaining, watching for the woman who drove him crazy. Any other time, Killyama would be hanging out at Sex Piston’s shop. However, they had been sitting there for the last couple of hours with a no-show from her.

“You’re going to miss your flight.”

Train ignored Rider’s reminder for the third time, but he did glance down at his watch, seeing Rider was right; whether she showed up or not, he was going to have to leave.

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Advertisement Merry Blissmas (Biker Bitches #3) Read Online Jamie Begley http://www.books2020.com/merry-blissmas-biker-bitches-3-read-online-jamie-begley Sat, 12 Dec 2020 14:03:24 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/merry-blissmas-biker-bitches-3-read-online-jamie-begley Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: Jamie Begley Series: Biker Bitches Series by Jamie Begley
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Naughty What can I say? I’m not a nice person. When I walk by, people call me a slut, and I’m okay with that. I believe in calling a spade a spade. I am a slut. With the holidays approaching, I miss belonging to The Last Riders. Drake’s keeping me warm, but he wants more than I can give. He wants me to trust him, to believe he can protect me. Doesn’t he know Santa put me on the Naughty List long ago? Nice What can I say? I’m a nice guy and have always done the responsible thing. Bliss is everything I shouldn’t want, but it’s hard to resist a woman who stopped believing in miracles. She wants to be back with The Last Riders, whom she considers her true family. Doesn’t she know it’s Christmas, and miracles do happen?
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Chapter 1

“Do you think Willa would like this one?”

Bliss looked up from the mound of scarves on the display table to the one Ginny was holding up. The pale colors and pretty pattern would suit Willa, but the scarf was lame. Bliss didn’t voice her opinion, however. Instead, she said, “She’ll love it.”

Bliss hated scarves unless they were tied around her wrists. The thought had her turning from the table to cross to the one with the Christmas jewelry display, the fake stones glistening under the store lighting. One in particular with glittering reds and golds caught her eye. It was a golden Christmas tree pendant with shining red ornaments.

Christmas was coming earlier every year. It wasn’t even Halloween yet, and stores wanted everyone to start their holiday shopping.

It wouldn’t be long before the women at the clubhouse put up the Christmas tree. As soon as Halloween was over, Raci would make the men drag the artificial tree out of the attic. Rider would steal kisses as he helped decorate. Train would hang back and do what no one else wanted to do, storing all the boxes away when they were done. Viper and Winter would laugh and tell them they were over decorating the tree. The other members would fuss about it going up so early then move into the kitchen and make apple cider punch, which they would drink. Then the decorating party would become a fuck-fest that would take them a couple of days to recover from.

Bliss blinked back the water that had formed in her eyes. Crying had never done her any good, and she certainly wasn’t going to shed tears in public. That lesson had been deeply ingrained in her before she knew how to talk.

As a child, whenever she cried, it was quietly and efficiently dealt with by her mother. A child’s loud cries or screams could get them thrown out of whichever homeless shelter they had found for the night. Left with three mouths to feed after their father had died from a heroin overdose, her mother couldn’t afford to keep a roof over their heads and went from one shelter to the next. Whatever money she could scrounge together went to feed her own heroin addiction instead of making sure her children had a safe bed to sleep in each night.

She was good at pretending to be clean around others, but her mother didn’t keep the pretense up in front of her children. Child and Family Services stepped in, removing her brothers when she was four, telling her crying mother they needed school and she couldn’t financially care for three children anyway. They promised, as soon as she was back on her feet, she could try for custody again. It never happened. Most of her money went to the drug she shot through her veins, and what was left went to providing them with what food or clothes they needed.

To her dying day, Bliss would remember the sight of her blond-haired, green-eyed brothers, both of them fighting against the workers taking them away from their sister. Neither had cared about their mother, but they had been the ones caring for her, and as a result, they hadn’t wanted to let her go.

Her lips tightened. Brand and Stone were the only ones who had ever loved her, and she had lost them, just as she had lost Shade. Everyone she loved had been taken away from her. She should’ve been used to it, but with each loss, it became harder to remember what it felt like to actually be happy. She became more bitter and felt as if her heart had been packed in ice.

Her thumb brushed over the small necklace. Before she had been thrown out of The Last Riders motorcycle club, she would have pouted until Train, Rider, or Crash bought it for her, even though she could easily afford it herself. Viper, the club president, made sure each of the members could afford whatever they wanted.

Bliss had a hefty amount of money in her savings account, which she refused to touch. When she was old and men no longer wanted her, she would be able to care for herself, unlike her own mother who had made herself available to any man with enough money to support her drug habit.

By the time she was fifteen, her mother had become a club whore for the Devil’s Rejects. When her mother hadn’t returned home for two weeks, she had been thrown out of the tiny room her mother rented at a hotel, and Bliss had to track her down at the clubhouse.

Once there, her mother refused to leave. Stark, the club president, promised her a back room to sleep in at night. He swore to keep the men away from her. She should have known better.

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