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Lilly Atlas – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:00:15 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Lilly Atlas – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Legacy of Leather and Lace Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/legacy-of-leather-and-lace-read-online-lilly-atlas Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:00:15 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/legacy-of-leather-and-lace-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Lilly Atlas Advertisement

Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)

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Beth grew up in the morally gray world of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club. Daughter of a legacy, surrounded by overprotective alpha bikers and fierce women who never backed down, she’s spent her whole life trying to prove she’s more than an MC princess. Smart, stubborn, and desperate to carve out her own identity, she left home determined to stand on her own. But independence comes at a price, and by the time she admits needing her family isn’t weakness, she’s trapped in a nightmare relationship that shatters her confidence and breaks something deep inside.

Saint knows what true darkness looks like. Raised in a militant cult, he learned early how to protect the vulnerable and fight with everything he has for the people he loves. As the second oldest of many siblings, responsibility is etched into his bones. So when he finds Beth in danger, he doesn’t hesitate; he pulls her out and becomes the one steady place in her crumbling world. And somewhere between watching over her and trying to keep his distance, the attraction he swore he’d never feel ignites.

She’s younger. She’s his president’s daughter. She already left the club once.
Wanting her isn’t just reckless, it’s dangerous.

As one of her father’s men, Saint is off-limits. Crossing that line could cost him everything, including the family he’s chosen. Beth refuses to be the reason Saint loses the brotherhood that saved him. But some connections are too strong to deny, and some temptations refuse to be ignored.

When enemies surface with Beth in their crosshairs, the biker who promised to stay away becomes the only man capable of burning the world down to keep her safe. And Beth, tired of being protected, tired of being told who she can be and who she can love, finally chooses her own life and her own man

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PROLOGUE

BETH STARED AT the face in the mirror—the barely recognizable face with desolate eyes, wet with tears, and six raised welts in the shape of a man’s palm and fingers.

The skin burned, with heat spreading out from the handprint like a brand. Her throat felt too tight to draw in air, and her chest too small to hold it. A tear slid off her jaw and hit the porcelain sink, then another, and she watched it like she was witnessing someone else fall apart. Someone else trying to process their bruised face and crumbling emotions.

Shame hit her hard as it always did, rushing over her in a wave of embarrassment that heated her skin to unbearable levels and made her want to disappear off the face of the planet. If she could crawl out of her own body and into someone else’s, she would.

She could still see sixteen-year-old Beth rolling her eyes so hard they nearly got stuck, arms crossed over her chest as Maverick and Zach flanked a nervous boy named Tyler on her parents’ front porch. Tyler had come to pick her up for a movie, just a movie, and they’d made him stand there for ten whole minutes answering questions about his grades, his car’s safety rating, and whether he understood that Beth had approximately forty uncles who owned shovels and knew how to dig holes. She’d called them ridiculous. Dramatic. Embarrassing. She’d told her dad if they kept this up, they were going to scare off every guy in town, and Copper had just smiled and said, “Good.”

That Beth, the one who’d stomped her foot and told Maverick he was being a psycho, felt like a stranger now. A girl from a movie she’d watched once and barely remembered. That Beth had no idea how lucky she was to have men who cared enough to be psychos, and who would never in a million years leave a handprint on a woman’s face.

All she wanted was to crawl, maybe sprint, back into their comforting embraces. To let her big, crazy, outlaw family wrap her up, shield her from her mistakes, and erase the last year like it was nothing more than a bad dream.

But she lived in reality.

Going home meant admitting something she was too ashamed to acknowledge, even to herself, for more than a few seconds at a time. Saying the words out loud would make this real, and she was barely holding it together as it was.

Some nights, the humiliation of her situation was so thick she choked on it as she lay there rigid and silent, listening for every change in Jason’s breathing, every hitch in his snore that might mean he was waking up. The sour smell of beer on his breath drifted across the pillow, mixing with the Irish Spring soap he used every night in the shower. She used to love that scent, but now it made her stomach turn. Now it meant danger.

She’d huddle into the fetal position as close to the edge of the bed as possible without falling off, her shoulder aching, her hip going numb against the mattress. She never rolled over, never adjusted, no matter how badly her body screamed for relief. Movement might brush against him. Movement might wake him.

Hitting the floor would wake him.

Jason didn’t like to be woken in the middle of the night.

She’d made that mistake exactly one time. Her ribs still ached when she thought too hard about it.

Worse than failing the men who’d shown her exactly what a good man should be was the way she’d let down the women. If the guys had been incredible, the women she’d spent her childhood worshiping had been perfect, and they were still perfect. Each one had overcome tremendous odds and found happiness with the MC and in their relationships, including her mother.

Her mom, Shell, was the most incredible woman Beth had ever met, no exaggeration.

When her mom was only a teenager, a man named Rusty raped her, resulting in her pregnancy with Beth. As if that wasn’t traumatic enough, Rusty, may he rot in hell, had been Copper’s brother. Copper, the man Shell had loved since before she knew what romantic love was. Her mom had spent years suffering in silence with a deep, unrequited love for a man she’d feared would never love her back if he discovered the truth.

Luckily, she’d been wrong. Copper was the best man ever to walk the planet. He fell hard for both Shell and Beth, marrying her mother and becoming the best father a girl could have asked for. Another person Beth had taken for granted. He was her father in every way that mattered. Beth couldn’t say her parents’ journey to each other had been an easy road, but they’d made it and had been joined at the hip for more than fifteen years. Never once, not even for a second, had Copper treated Beth as anything other than his daughter, full stop.

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Advertisement Heavy Pour (Bottle Service Boys #2) Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/heavy-pour-bottle-service-boys-2-read-online-lilly-atlas Thu, 25 Dec 2025 22:07:47 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/heavy-pour-bottle-service-boys-2-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Lilly Atlas Series: Bottle Service Boys Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)

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Alex
I thought the hardest part of balancing work, grad school, family issues, and a boyfriend would be learning to squash the inner voice telling me I wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve a man like Ryder. I was wrong.

What was supposed to be a temporary detour, Ryder stepping in to run his father’s billion-dollar empire, has twisted into months of fourteen-hour days, cancelled dates, and broken plans. Ryder doesn’t want this life. The man I love is drowning under the crushing weight of a legacy he never asked for. But knowing doesn’t make the loneliness hurt any less.

I crave what we had before Ryder gave in to his family’s demands, the man who had time to kiss me breathless on the kitchen counter and spend entire nights tangled between the sheets. Most days, I feel helpless to do anything more than love Ryder through text messages and quick, passing moments. We both know it’s not enough, but how do you fight for a man who isn’t free to fight for himself?

Ryder
I will burn the world down before I lose Alex, but the empire demanding my attention is slowly leeching the life from me, and I can feel him slipping through my fingers. Some days, it feels like challenges are bombarding us from all angles, and I don’t know how to smack them down. Every time we clear one hurdle, another pops up in its place. Whether we’re battling family problems, complicated social dynamics, or our internal demons, I’m determined to keep us together and thriving.

All I hope is that it’s not too late to prove to Alex that he is the one thing I can’t live without.

Sexy, emotional, and devastatingly intimate, Heavy Pour delivers the explosive conclusion to Alex and Ryder’s love story—where passion is fierce, the stakes are high, and walking away is never an option

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CHAPTER ONE

ALEX

I despised wearing a suit. I only owned one, a Men’s Warehouse clearance purchase I’d acquired for college interviews once upon a time. It made my neck itch, my shoulders couldn’t stretch, and the damn tie might as well have been strangling me, and not in a sexy way. I’d never understood how Ryder wore one of these monstrosities to work all day, every day. I’d even take my Top Shelf uniform over this monkey suit, and that consisted of nothing more than booty shorts and a loose-fitting bowtie.

But I’d worn the suit and sat my ass in the snooty Michelin Star restaurant with a smile on my face because it turned out I’d do damn near anything for my boyfriend. We were celebrating tonight, celebrating the completion of another trimester of my master’s program in robotics engineering. Dining at an upscale restaurant with a three-month waiting list for anyone who wasn’t my boyfriend was Ryder’s idea. Pizza, wings, and beer in his penthouse would have been fine by me, but he’d insisted we needed to do something special to celebrate. Two trimesters down, four to go. Now that the summer session ended, I had a few weeks to decompress before fall classes began.

As I’d slogged through project after project, the promise of these three weeks saw me through the tedium and stress. The only thing I wanted during my time off was Ryder. I wanted him on his hands and knees, on his back, in the shower, and on his kitchen counter, where we liked to sit and eat ice cream late at night, in nothing but our boxers, with sated smiles.

Well, we had done that in the beginning when I actually saw my boyfriend.

My dream staycation wasn’t kicking off on a good note, considering I’d been sitting in the restaurant nursing a glass of Ryder’s favorite cabernet for the past forty-five minutes. I couldn’t stand wine, but Ryder loved it, and I loved the pleased smile he got when he took the first sip of an expensive wine that tasted exactly like the cheap bottles to me. So I’d ordered what he loved, and I happily drank it while I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

As forty-five minutes became an hour and the sly side-eye from the nosy waitstaff turned into blatant stares and whispered speculation, I tried not to get angry. I shouldn’t get angry. Ryder didn’t want this any more than I did. He didn’t want to be working fourteen-hour days running his father’s multi-billion-dollar empire, the empire he’d worked to distance himself from. He didn’t want the urgent middle-of-the-night overseas phone calls and constant crisis management. He didn’t want to spend his days pandering to the inflated egos of the world’s unimaginably wealthy businessmen. It was the role he’d been groomed for his entire life, but never wanted. When he’d stepped in to take over for his father after a stroke left the man unable to speak, walk, or care for himself in any functional capacity, we’d expected Ryder’s life plan to be diverted for a few weeks. When those weeks turned into a month, and he formally withdrew from the first trimester of the Master of Education program he’d been so excited about, my heart took a nosedive. As that month became three and now almost four, I started to fear that this was our new reality.

And I didn’t know what to do about it.

Ryder wasn’t happy. He woke at four every morning and returned home in the late evening, drained, frustrated, and a shell of the snarky, fun-loving man I’d hated for years before falling for. We weren’t in a good place, though we weren’t in a bad place either. We didn’t fight, scream, or make each other miserable. We just weren’t anywhere. With Ryder working over a hundred hours each week, my four shifts a week at Top Shelf, classes during the day, and family obligations, we barely saw each other. Our relationship existed in a suspended state, hoping for a moment together. I couldn’t even remember the last time we’d had sex, and I missed it.

I missed him.

I wasn’t too proud to admit I’d been excited as hell for tonight, despite having to wear a suit and eat a meal I’d still be hungry after.

“Excuse me, sir?”

I peered up into the curious face of our—my—server. “Yes?”

“Would you like us to place a call to the other member of your party?” he asked as though my cell phone wasn’t lying face up on the table next to my mostly empty wineglass.

I’d called, I’d texted, and I’d used my nonexistent telepathic powers to contact him across the ether—no reply from any of those communication methods.

“No, thank you.” I couldn’t muster a grin, even a fake one. “I’ve already heard from my boyfriend, and unfortunately, he’s delayed indefinitely at work.” The lie had my cheeks heating. I picked up my wineglass and drained the remaining contents. “I’ll close out my tab, and I apologize for keeping the table occupied for so long.”

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Advertisement Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1) Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/shaken-and-stirred-bottle-service-boys-1-read-online-lilly-atlas Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:54:23 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/shaken-and-stirred-bottle-service-boys-1-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Lilly Atlas Series: Bottle Service Boys Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes Where We Bloom, an
Age Gap, Billionaire, Best Friend’s Brother romance set in Bitterroot Valley!

Connor

After an explosive night together, I thought I’d never see the gorgeous bookstore owner again.
We didn’t exchange names and numbers, and when I left her asleep the following morning, I didn’t intend to pursue her. I don’t have time for relationships nor entanglements.

I’m the CEO of Gallagher Hotels, and my life is spent traveling around the world, focusing on my business, not a small town in Montana. Even if my thoughts keep returning to the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.

It turns out, my mystery woman, Billie, is my sister’s best friend, and she’s suddenly everywhere I turn. She’s become my obsession and all I think about. She’s become the only thing that means more to me than running my empire. And I’m determined to have her.

Billie

Owning a bookstore in my hometown of Bitterroot Valley has been my lifelong dream since I was a little girl. The only thing that brings me more joy is my love of thrift stores and coffee.

And, maybe, the sexy Irishman with intense emerald-colored eyes that take my breath away. His charming accent, how he looks at me, and the way he spoils me with lavish gifts are just the icing on the cake. I’ve tried to stay away from him, but my resolve is slipping. Nothing is better than being in Connor’s arms and feeling like I’m the most important woman in his world. But being with a high-profile billionaire comes with a price. Can we withstand the storm headed our way, or are we destined to fall apart like delicate blooms in the wind?

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PROLOGUE

ALEX

Nothing sucked more than being the only underprivileged kid in an elite summer program full of spoiled, high-society rich boys who spent more on a haircut than my mom made in a month.

Nothing.

Unless, of course, everyone in the auditorium knew you were the one there thanks to a scholarship fund made possible by the generous donations of their parents, who not only paid the insane fees for them to attend but for my sorry self as well.

It seemed everyone knew I was the only kid who wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for their rich mommy and daddy’s need for a hefty tax write-off.

Yeah, that sucked more.

I could have turned down the scholarship, told the school and its wealthy donors where to stick their money, and turned my back on the prestigious NexGen Innovators Summer Program. I could have spent this summer after my junior year like I had the previous five before it—working the entrance kiosk at the Calum River State Park, handing out day passes to sunburned families and eager hikers.

The job was boring as hell, mind-numbing, really, but it gave me plenty of time to read in the booth between park visitors. So, I could have done that again, and I almost did. We sure as hell needed the money, but I’d swallowed my pride and accepted the slot at NGI along with the full summer scholarship—$20,000. Every student here had paid $20,000 for six weeks of college-level engineering and robotics instruction. I’d swallowed my pride and done the smart thing, even if it meant I’d be working a night job to make up for it. In the fall, when I started applying to colleges, I needed NGI on my application to secure a spot in a robotics engineering program. This was the final missing puzzle piece to ensure I got the future I wanted.

One that didn’t resemble my childhood.

No shitty rented house with broken appliances and a landlord who never answered his phone. No fifteen-year-old car that ran less than half the time. No stack of unpaid bills or a host of unheard voicemails from debt collectors.

I refused to live my adult life the same way I’d spent my childhood, and that meant I had to secure a decent-paying, stable job with growth potential. Given that I was already obsessed with technology and robotics and excelled in math, robotic engineering was a perfect fit.

So, there I was, surrounded by nepo babies in their pressed designer khaki pants and starched polo shirts, wearing my wrinkled donation bin’s finest. That’s right, I didn’t even wait for this fit to make it to the thrift store. I looted them right out of the bin.

I was classy like that.

“In five minutes, we are going to break off into our lab groups,” the program director said from the stage. He was an average-height man, probably in his fifties, with an awful graying combover and the beginnings of a gut testing the strength of his shirt’s buttons. He introduced himself as Dr. Doaks, an MIT professor who’d been leading this program for years.

“Your lab groups will become your robotics family for the next six weeks. The groups are labeled A through E for now.” He smirked, making the laugh lines around his eyes deepen. “Choosing new names once you congregate in your laboratory has become a tradition in the program. Anyway, you can find your assigned group in the folders you received when you checked in, along with your schedule. Lunch is daily from noon to one o’clock for all groups. Feel free to leave the campus to eat if you’d like. No one will check on or monitor your attendance. This is a taste of what it’s like to be in college. You are responsible for yourself. Each of you is paying a lot to be here, so we assume that means you want to learn from us.”

Someone snorted behind us. “Not every one of us,” some guy muttered. A chorus of whispered chuckles followed the statement before someone kicked my chair, nearly sending me to the floor. I grabbed the armrests to keep from flying out of my seat.

“Dude, what the hell?” the guy next to me—a real serious type with a bowtie and polished loafers—grumbled as he shifted farther away in his seat.

Great, I was already making friends. More laughter came from the row above. Fuck that shit. These pricks would learn fast that I might be poor, but I wasn’t anyone’s doormat. I whipped around and glared at the row behind me.

“What are you staring at, freeloader?” A guy with perfect teeth and a damn chin dimple leaned forward with a sneer. His dark hair didn’t move at all as his friend, a redheaded girl with too much makeup, slapped his arm.

“Kirk.” She giggled as she whacked him again. “Be nice.”

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Advertisement The Duality of Swans Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/the-duality-of-swans-read-online-lilly-atlas Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-duality-of-swans-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Lilly Atlas Advertisement

Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)

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A male ballet dancer walks into a rural small town…

Liam, a professional ballet dancer from New York City, moves to the tiny town of Swan, Oklahoma, with a mission. Haunted by what he endured as a teenager, he returns as an adult to conquer his fears and challenge the town’s outdated prejudices. He plans to modernize Swan by opening a dance studio and showing its residents that there’s a place for everyone and all should be accepted.

Tate has never traveled beyond the Oklahoma border and knows little of life beyond his small rural town and blue-collar job. Deeply entrenched in secrecy and surrounded by people who’d never accept him if they knew what he hid beneath the surface, he’s resigned to a life of lies and loneliness.

Liam and Tate’s worlds collide a safe distance from Swan, where they form an instant connection but plan to walk away after one night, no matter how much more their encounter leaves them yearning for. Fate, however, has other plans. When Tate shows up for a renovation job at Liam’s new studio, their initial shock gives way to a tentative friendship with complicated emotions.

The pressures of small-town life, narrow-minded family members, and Tate's insecurities threaten their budding connection from day one. Liam is determined to show Tate the beauty of living as his true self, but Tate has seen the consequences of such a life firsthand, and they’ve imprinted on his mind.

As they grapple with their feelings and the harsh realities of Swan, Liam and Tate must decide if love is worth the risk. Can they find a way to be together in a world that seems set against them?

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PROLOGUE

“WILL YOU HURRY up already?” Randy hollered as he kicked a spray of dusty rocks down the dirt path. He spun, cupping his hands over his mouth and shouting, “Next time, I’ll bring that broken-down stroller in front of Old Man Hinkle’s trailer so I can roll your slow ass. At least we’d get there faster.”

Randy back-walked along the dirt road a good thirty feet in front of Tate with a forty of Budweiser sticking out from his back pocket. His hair, the same dark blond as Tate’s, was buzzed short as always. He constantly teased Tate for leaving it a bit longer and shaggier, calling him a girl and asking if he wanted pink bows for his birthday.

Tate rolled his eyes. His damn brother wasn’t breathing if he wasn’t acting dramatic or ragging on someone. “Where’s the damn fire?” he yelled back. “Pretty sure you’ve never given a shit about the county fair before. It ain’t going nowhere for five days. Why you gotta rush me? It’s too hot to walk fast.”

“The fire’s in my fucking pants,” Randy said, jiggling his crotch as he waggled his eyebrows. “Whit’s gonna be there. She told Ginger if I find her ’fore Daryl, she’ll blow me, but if he gets there first, he’s gonna get his cock sucked insteada me. So fucking move it.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Tate slowed his pace, shooting his brother a smirk. “Has Whit seen those pubes on your face? Cuz if she has, it won’t matter what time you show up. She ain’t gonna blow you if she sees you looking like a walking ball sac.”

“Fuck you,” Randy said, stroking his new, patchy goatee. It grew darker than the rest of his hair, making him look stupid as hell. “Ma said it makes me look like a movie star.”

Snorting, Tate slowed to a snail’s pace. “Should probably do the opposite of what Ma recommends. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s strung out ninety percent of the time. Probably can’t see shit right.”

Randy flipped him the double bird. “Shut up. I look good. And can you just walk faster, loser? You’re doing this shit on purpose cuz you’re jealous. No chick wants your knob.”

Tate rolled his eyes again. Annoyance, not jealousy, had him messing with Randy. He didn’t give two shits about having some chick slobbering over his dick. Two years ago, Randy started calling him all sorts of names for not showing much interest in girls, so he talked the talk, but he’d yet to walk the walk. Not that Randy knew. Tate could spin a tale like nobody’s business, and he’d let Randy think he was getting some.

“Run ahead! What the hell do you need me with you for? Need me to cheer you on so you can get hard for Whit?”

“Fuck no.” Randy blinked, then laughed. “But, shit, you’re right. What am I doing waiting on your stupid ass? Later, loser.” He took off at a jog, shaking up that warm Bud hugging his ass. There’d be an unpleasant surprise if he offered the beer to Whitney after the poor girl blew him. At least something would erupt for her, though it’d be the last blowie she offered up. His brother needed a few more brain cells. Tate didn’t hold out much hope of him finding any.

He took his sweet time, strolling past cornfield after cornfield on his way to the county fair. Carnivals weren’t his scene, but he had a few extra bucks from the tile job he’d helped his neighbor, Jim, with last weekend. Jim gave him a hundred fucking bucks for two days’ work. Tate hadn’t ever had his hands on that much cash at once. He spent eighty of it on groceries and saved twenty. The good groceries too. Frozen peas instead of the kind that came in a can and some bacon. Spending that last twenty on some funnel cake and a few rides at the fair would make this the most exciting night he’d had in ages.

By the time he reached the event, the sun had dipped into the horizon, leaving the whole fairground shadowed in twilight. Tate didn’t bother looking for his brother. The last thing he wanted was to walk behind some booth and find him getting blown by Whitney, the easiest girl in their high school. She was cool, though. She was always nice to Tate, which he couldn’t say of all of Randy’s dipshit friends.

At eighteen, she and Randy would graduate in a few weeks, while Tate had a few more years to go. Fifteen, but some days, he felt like forty. Guess that’s what happened when your old man was a damn deadbeat, and your mother couldn’t make it through the day without pumping something into her bloodstream. Some days she made it to her job waiting tables at the local truck stop diner, but it was a crap shoot. The only reason she hadn’t been fired was pity. The owner had known his mother since childhood and felt fucking sorry for her.

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Advertisement Ty (Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #6) Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/ty-hells-handlers-mc-florida-chapter-6-read-online-lilly-atlas Sat, 11 May 2024 14:57:32 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/ty-hells-handlers-mc-florida-chapter-6-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Lilly Atlas Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
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As VP of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle club, Ty is no stranger to complications, but nothing could have prepared him for Kelsie. Months ago, he and his club were part of a daring rescue that pulled her from the depths of a human trafficking nightmare. She emerged haunted by her ordeal and inexplicably drawn to only one man—Ty. Though she fled the help his club offered, destiny brings her back into the protective orbit of the Hell’s Handlers.

Now, Kelsie is grappling with shadows that refuse to leave her side. Still terrified of the world and haunted by her past, she finds solace in the strength of Ty’s presence. As their bond deepens, parts of Kelsie she thought lost resurface. But as hope starts to bloom, the past crashes into her life.

Kelsie’s estranged, notorious family reemerges, bringing a storm of danger and drama that threatens to unravel everything she’s worked for. Ty and Kelsie must navigate the turbulence of her haunting past, a twenty-year age difference, and the fragile threads of trust they’ve just begun to weave.

With so many forces pulling at the seams of their budding relationship, the question isn't only whether love can triumph but also whether they can survive long enough to find out. In a world where trust is as precious as life itself, can Ty and Kelsie hold on to each other and defeat the demons—both within and from their enemies?

Content This book contains topics that may be difficult for some readers, such as human trafficking and suicidal ideations.

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PROLOGUE

EVERY NOISE MADE her jump like she’d been zapped with a cattle prod—footsteps, muffled voices, the distant ringing of cell phones, even the frequent chirp of her monitors. Each sound grated on her, scraping exposed nerves with sandpaper and bringing her one inch closer to her ultimate limit.

The pain medicine she’d received flowed through her veins, giving her a floaty, out-of-body sensation, but it wasn’t enough to combat the edgy anxiety keeping her on high alert. Fear lingered like an uninvited houseguest who refused to leave. The kind that drove a person crazy and demanded attention twenty-four hours a day.

If she’d had her way, the doctors would have doubled the dose of whatever narcotic they’d given her. She wanted more than the recommended amount for pain control—enough to knock her out so she could exist in oblivion until the trauma faded.

If it faded.

Lying there in the uncomfortable hospital bed, Kelsie couldn’t fathom a future where she made peace with what she’d suffered. In the few hours since she’d been rescued from the depths of hell and whisked to a hospital, she’d been told by no less than fifteen people to “give it time.”

As though time would erase the traumatic memories.

As though it would remove the pain, humiliation, and fear.

As though time could change anything.

Nothing would dim the horror of what they’d done to her. Not time, not the damn pain meds, not the heroic people who’d rescued and delivered her to the hospital, promising to stay by her side as long as she needed them. Everyone wanted to help, but no one could turn back the clock to the day before she accepted her first date in years.

The door creaked as it swung ajar, making her jolt. One of the women who’d accompanied her to the hospital poked her head in. Her boyfriend or husband belonged to the motorcycle club that had discovered her when they’d come for their friend, who’d also been kidnapped. Fortunately, the bikers knew she’d gone missing and found her before things passed the point of no return. Kelsie hadn’t been so lucky. No big family of bikers waited in the wings, worrying when she vanished.

“Hey, sweetie, I got some ice water for you.”

She’d requested water from the endlessly kind and patient Harper to get rid of her for a few moments. Not that Kelsie wasn’t grateful for the support, but she hadn’t had a moment alone since the rescue. They’d probably done that on purpose, afraid for her fragile mental state since she’d nearly stabbed one of the men who’d come to save her. But she was accustomed to being alone and craved a few moments of solitude. A few seconds to stop pretending she was okay.

She wasn’t okay and wouldn’t ever be again.

Those were just the facts.

“Thank you,” she said to Harper as the other woman set the plastic pitcher on the room's rolling table.

“Let me pour you some.” Harper filled a Styrofoam cup with icy water and then dropped in a bendable straw. “Here you go.” She reached across the narrow table to hand the water over.

“Thank you.” Kelsie accepted the cup. The frigid liquid felt sublime as it slipped down her scratchy throat. When was the last time she’d had a drink? Sometime yesterday, maybe. She’d shared a child-sized paper cup of warm water with Brenna, the woman who’d been held in captivity with her. They had an IV pumping her full of the good stuff, but the taste of water satisfied in a way that couldn’t.

“Of course,” Harper said with an easy smile. “Anything you need.”

Anything she needed. If only that were possible. Right now, she only needed one thing—to turn back time to the moment one week ago when she’d ignored her instincts and accepted a date with a man named Oliver. A man who’d drugged her wine while she’d used the restroom during dinner, allowing her to be easily abducted.

“Kelsie?”

She jumped and then blinked. “Sorry. Did you say something?”

At some point, while Kelsie zoned out, Harper sat in the rock-hard chair next to the bed.

The smile Harper wore held patience and empathy, two things she seemed to have in spades. Kelsie almost felt guilty for wishing the woman would leave. Harper didn’t deserve Kelsie trying to get rid of her, but right then, she didn’t have the capacity to care fully.

“I just wanted to let you know that your entire care team knows you are only comfortable with female providers. They will make sure all staff who interact with you, from nurses to housekeeping and everyone in between, are women.”

“Oh.” Kelsie’s eyes flooded as shame set in. There she’d been wishing this kind and generous woman would go the hell home, and Harper had been out making sure Kelsie was taken care of. “Thank you,” she croaked.

“You’re very welcome.” Again, with the empathetic smile, it was as though Harper could crawl inside Kelsie’s head and take a good look around at the horror show.

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Lock is a man haunted by past mistakes, struggling to rebuild his life. Devastated by the loss of his twin sister to a drug overdose, he now bears the weight of raising her infant son. Overwhelmed by grief and the responsibility thrust upon him, Lock seeks solace in the very substances that stole his only sibling. But when the president of his motorcycle club lays down an ultimatum, Lock has no choice but to face his heartache. With a chance for redemption, his only priorities are being a good father and regaining his club’s trust, even if he'll never feel worthy.Freshly single and excited to regain her independence, Brenna stumbles upon a problem that could cost her more than she ever imagined. Unwilling to be a pawn in her ex's dangerous game, she steps into the ruthless world of the motorcycle club. But instead of finding men who live up to the horrific rumors, Brenna finds allies in an unexpected place. The MC members, appalled by her ex's callousness, promise to protect her and seek vengeance against her ex. Assigned to safeguard Brenna, Lock finds himself drawn to her strength and vulnerability.As they navigate a path filled with challenges and desire, Lock and Brenna's connection deepens. But the question can their attraction survive the stark differences in their worlds?Brenna, an outsider to the MC, and Lock, a man desperate to rebuild his life and be a good father, face an uncertain future. But when they believe the most significant threat is behind them, Brenna’s ex emerges as a more formidable adversary than imagined. A relentless enemy, he threatens to tear them apart before they can confront their inner demons and find happiness.

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PROLOGUE

NO ONE PAID him a lick of attention, yet Lock felt the heat of every eye in the room searing into him, peering through his tattooed exterior to his fucked-up insides.

And he hated it.

Hated them.

Every one of these sad junkies who’d hit rock bottom and landed themselves in this hellhole.

“It happened so fast,” the nineteen-year-old who’d ended up on life support two weeks ago thanks to a severe heroin overdose said as she scratched a gouge into the arm of her wooden chair. “My boyfriend was just d-defending me. This drunk guy at the party kept hitting on me. He wouldn’t leave me alone. When he grabbed me and tried to force me to dance with him, my boyfriend, Mike, got between us and threatened the guy.” The lone hitch in her voice served as the only clue she struggled to tell the story. Otherwise, she droned on in a monotone, almost bored manner.

Back and forth, over and over, she scratched her nail on the chair’s arm. The unpolished fingernail would be down to a nub before too long.

She cleared her throat. “The guy sucker punched him. Mike fell and hit his head on the corner of a table. That was it. One punch, and now he’s d-dead.” Her voice cracked again.

Another peek beyond her mask.

Lock breathed out and shifted his gaze from the pale, sullen-eyed teen to the gorgeous Gulf of Mexico view out the long row of floor-to-ceiling windows.

Deanna loved the beach. At least, once upon a time, she had. Who knew what she’d been into in the months before she’d overdosed? Certainly not her twin brother.

He rubbed a tanned hand across the left side of his chest where an ache had taken up residence months ago and refused all eviction attempts. The second Deanna suffered a heart attack, an all-consuming heaviness entered his heart. He’d do anything for a moment’s relief from the constant reminder of his loss and failures as a brother.

Anything.

Even the very same drugs that had stolen his sister’s life. A good high had been the only reprieve from the relentless pain—a few fleeting hours of peace.

Damn, twin sense. They hadn’t been identical, hell, not even the same gender, yet their entire lives, they’d always had a connection that transcended time, space, and rational thinking. The link had bonded them as children, uniting them as best friends. Even through their teen years, their shared connection kept them closer than the average siblings. In adulthood, their link became a burden. Nothing more than a chaos-meter alerting Lock to the next crisis in Deanna’s life.

This final crisis resulted in her death and left her unborn infant orphaned. By some miracle, the doctors were able to deliver Deanna’s son. But Caleb hadn’t been a happy, healthy baby. The first few months of his life were fraught with drug withdrawal and one medical complication after another.

He’d survived, thrived, and now lived with his primary guardian.

Me.

The fucking head case who’d never even held a goddamn baby. Who’d never prepared a bottle or changed a diaper and hadn’t known babies had a soft and vulnerable spot on the top of their fuzzy heads.

He knew now. Now, he knew everything about living with a baby. He knew about the sleepless nights and the cat-like infant cry every time the baby needed any damn thing. He knew about spit-up and diaper blowouts, even fucking nipple flow rates. But he also knew about gummy smiles and how it felt to have a tiny baby fall asleep on his chest, drunk after downing an entire bottle of formula. And he knew about the enormous weight of responsibility and the fragility of the little life the state had assigned to his care.

What the fuck had they been thinking?

His skin itched, and his insides popped and quivered like live wires. He shifted. Christ, this chair was uncomfortable as fuck.

He needed a hit. Just one bump to take the edge off and silence the demons in his mind. The ones constantly whispering that he’d fuck up and destroy Caleb’s life.

But he hadn’t indulged in six days. Six long rounds of twenty-four hours since his club’s president showed up on his doorstep and ripped him a new asshole. Curly blasted him for neglecting his MC club duties, being a shitty member of his patched family, and being responsible for his brother’s ol’ lady getting hurt.

Twice.

But what Curly harped on, what he ripped into Lock over, was his responsibility toward Caleb. His nephew turned son—the baby he’d been tasked to care for and love.

And he’d been right. Lock had done all that shit and more to let down the people he was supposed to love.

Caleb served as a constant reminder of Deanna’s death and how he’d avoided his sister in the months before she died because her constant drama and neediness had become oppressive. She always needed something, and usually, those things drained Lock of money, time, and happiness. So he’d stopped checking in.

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Harper's world has been shattered, and she's desperate for time—time to heal, time to rebuild her life, and time to learn how to trust again. What she doesn't need is a relentless, snarky biker barging into her life, stirring emotions she vowed never to experience again.

Enter Jinx, a captivating member of the Hell's Handlers Motorcycle Club and the chosen family of her new bosses. He's a man who commands attention, and despite Harper's best efforts, she can't seem to shake him.

Irresistibly drawn to the fiercely independent Harper, Jinx is determined to break through her defenses. He can't understand why the woman who won't spare him a smile has him so captivated, but he's determined to uncover the secrets behind her prickly exterior.

As Jinx chips away at Harper's walls, she grapples with keeping him at arm's length emotionally, even as they grow closer physically. But with her traumatic past and his club's dangerous enemies looming over them, can their fragile bond withstand the pressure?

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PROLOGUE

SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT.

Harper couldn’t put her finger on it, but a persistent tingle at the back of her neck, coupled with a queasy stomach, had her nerves on edge. Tonight wasn’t different from so many before it, but it still felt off.

And the uneasiness was starting to mess with her head.

Friday night in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s cherry-red Ford Mustang with his friends crammed in the back typically meant they were heading to a party that would end sometime long after midnight. When it finally wound down, they’d drop his friends at their respective homes, drive to their favorite make-out spot, and spend the next hour or so making good use of that back seat. Eventually, they’d have no choice but to return to their homes. Harper, to her family’s crappy trailer on the wrong side of the tracks, and Aaron to, his attorney father’s posh mansion.

“I told Ryan we’d pick up some beer. He said his house is fucking packed, and he’s running out already.” Aaron glanced in the rearview mirror as he spoke. Something in his voice had her frowning. A hint of excitement that seemed over-the-top considering the situation.

The last time he’d been asked to pick up some alcohol for a party, he’d practically thrown a fit. Now, as he pulled into a gas station parking lot, there was almost eager anticipation to him.

“Let’s do this.”

Harper turned around to find Simon, Aaron’s best friend, smirking. Usually, the guy spent these rides with his tongue down his girlfriend’s throat, but tonight, he was flying solo. Harper didn’t like him or his girlfriend enough to ask if they’d broken up.

Stuffed in the back, four of Aaron’s closest frat brothers spent most of the trip chatting about what lucky girl they planned to fuck that evening.

So much for his girlfriend.

Maybe they had broken up.

She shifted her gaze to Aaron. As usual, her stomach fluttered with excitement and disbelief that the richest, most popular, and downright hottest guy in school wanted her—quiet, poor, awkward Harper—but he did. And they’d been dating for most of her senior year.

Of course, he’d graduated high school over a year ago, so his popularity no longer mattered, but he’d been at the top of the food chain for as long as she could remember. Even now, he dominated at college, making the transition easily and picking up friends wherever he went.

He attracted women as well. They threw themselves at him whether she was there or not. Something about those blond locks and piercing blue eyes. The football-honed muscles didn’t hurt, either. Nor did his wit and charm.

He was college-girl catnip.

Yet he still wanted her after nearly a year of dating.

And she fully trusted him. He said he loved her, after all.

She couldn’t help the smile that curled her lips.

He loved her.

Aaron reached across the console and grabbed her hand. She turned her head to find his dazzling white smile aimed at her. “Ready, Harp?”

She shook her head. “You guys go in. I’ll wait in the car. I don’t care what you buy.” No one had ever questioned Aaron or his friends’ fake IDs, but she didn’t have one and wouldn’t be responsible for spoiling everyone’s night if she got carded along with them.

He waved away her concern. “Nah, come one. You’re not gonna want to miss this.”

“Yeah, Harp,” Simon said from the back seat. “You will not want to miss this.”

One of the other guys snickered.

She eyed Aaron. “Okay, I guess, but I don’t have an ID. What if they card me and won’t serve you.”

“You worry too much,” her boyfriend said, squeezing her hand.

Carl, her least favorite of all Aaron’s bros snorted. “Yeah, won’t be a problem.”

The others snickered.

She crinkled her forehead. “Why are you guys being weird?”

Aaron winked. “Ignore them. You know they’re stupid. Come on. It’ll be fine and fun. I promise.”

Fun?

Aaron lived for fun. Truth be told, she’d have much preferred the two of them to spend their Friday nights snuggling on a couch, watching Netflix with a giant bowl of popcorn and some sodas. But skipping a college party was sacrilege to Aaron and his friends.

And she might as well soak up the experiences while she could. She certainly couldn’t afford full-time college. Every dollar she earned went into a savings account for the community college classes she planned to take in the fall, and even then, she’d be stretched thin. Working as an Applebee’s server didn’t exactly rake in cash.

“All right, fine.” She sighed. It was cold, and she’d dressed for a crowded, sweaty party, not the outdoors.

“That’s my girl.” Aaron leaned in and kissed her, sending a zing of happiness through her stomach. “Love you,” he whispered.

Her heart sang. Was there anything better than hearing those three words? “Love you too.”

It was enough to make her ignore the unease still pecking at her.

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Advertisement Solo Rider – Mayhem Makers MMM Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/solo-rider-mayhem-makers-mmm-read-online-lilly-atlas Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:29 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/solo-rider-mayhem-makers-mmm-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Authors: Lilly Atlas Advertisement

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Moose works better on his own. People had let him down his entire life. He doesn’t need or want anyone in his personal space and business all day and night. Traveling the country as a nomad for his MC suits his solitary desires. Working odd jobs in whatever city he lands earns him more than enough to afford his simple lifestyle. He pops in on various club chapters when they need him but never sticks around long enough to lay down roots. The very idea of permanence and complicated human emotions gives him hives. Until the night he rescues a waitress at a truck stop diner.

Daisy gets under Moose’s skin so fast he never sees it coming. Before long, he wonders if he can make room for another person in his solo life. One who makes him feel things he’s never felt.

But before making any decisions, Moose must find a way to keep Daisy safe for more than one night. And that might mean relying on the people he typically keeps at a distance.

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CHAPTER ONE

PEOPLE SUCKED.

More accurately, people fucking sucked.

It was a hard life lesson to come to terms with, but one Moose took to heart. Hell, he lived and died by that one mantra.

People fucking sucked.

It was why he’d left his daily MC life to go nomad many years ago. Ever since, he’d spent his life on the road alone. No one to bitch at him when he fell asleep with the television on. No one to answer to if he didn’t feel like sticking to a regular schedule. No one pretended they cared about him, only to neglect his basic needs. No one constantly reminded him what a black sheep he was and how he’d never fit in with the people who were supposed to love him above all.

Just him—the one person he could rely upon in any situation.

Right then, in a shitty truck stop diner, he witnessed a perfect example of humanity’s shittiest representatives. The cute waitress who’d been busting her ass all evening, serving ungrateful jackass after ungrateful jackass, now had to deal with straight-up harassment from a table of four guys with the collective brain power of one rabid dog.

“Where the fuck’s my next beer?” the one who appeared to be the ringleader asked before letting out a belch that must smell like steaming dog shit. He’d scarfed a plate of jalapeno poppers and washed it down with at least four beers, all while a cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s comin’, Buster,” she said, voice flustered. “Sorry it’s taking me so long, but it got busy in here. Dinner time rush. You know how it is.”

“Well, hurry it the fuck up. I’m thirsty.” He slapped her ass as she walked by, laughing when she jumped and scurried away.

Moose’s spine stiffened.

Fuck, he hated that shit. Willing women were easy to find, so there was no need for a man to put his hands on a woman who hadn’t asked for it and didn’t want it.

Such a simple fucking concept.

Moose had been sitting in the diner for at least an hour and a half. He’d eaten a greasy and surprisingly tasty dinner, then lingered, nursing a beer and people-watching. His only other plan for the evening was to head back to the roadside motel and watch television. Typically, he’d head straight there after finishing his meal, but tonight he hadn’t been in the mood.

And it had nothing to do with how his dick perked up at the sight of that cute waitress.

He watched the young woman scurry around, managing half-a-dozen tables with hungry truckers. She was pretty in an exhausted, overworked way—blonde hair with light eyes and slender features. Hell, she was downright tiny. He could probably snap her in half with a flick of his wrist, yet she hefted a giant tray with multiple platters and carried it across the damn dining room like it weighed no more than a piece of paper.

Impressive.

But she had to be dead on her feet. Poor thing hadn’t stopped moving long enough to even take a sip of water. Moose had the craziest urge to invite her to sit and take a load off. Usually, he hated company, but this woman deserved a fucking break, and he could probably tolerate her presence for a bit.

Eventually, she made her way back to his table. Her crooked nametag read ‘Daisy.’ The name seemed to suit her sunny disposition. “Sorry I haven’t been by to check on you sooner, sir,” she rushed out. “You sticking around for another beer?”

He crossed his legs to keep from pushing out a chair and ordering her to sit. This was her job, and she was an adult.

He nodded. “No rush. I can wait. Thanks.” Aside from ordering his food, that was all he’d spoken to her. Moose was a man of few words, and talking to people gave the impression he wanted them to stick around, and well, he never wanted that.

She grinned, transforming her face from worn out to lively and, well, pretty as fuck. “Just for that, I’ll bring it right over. Wish all my customers were half as accommodating.”

Spinning on her heel, she strode across the room toward the bar. Her legs were bare in a short denim skirt that’d be easy to flip up as he bent her over the—

Moose shook his head. Christ, he was as lecherous as those drunk assholes pawing at her.

Speaking of, as she hustled past their table, one of the men stroked a hand up her thigh. She yelped and stumbled. If not for her quick footwork, she’d have hit the floor.

And did any of those shitbags help steady her? Of course not. They hooted and laughed like she was the evening’s entertainment.

When she returned with his beer, she took a wide berth around their table.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Daisy. We was just playing,” the ringleader called out. “Come back!”

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Advertisement Frost Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #3.5) Read Online Lilly Atlas http://www.books2020.com/frost-hells-handlers-mc-florida-chapter-3-5-read-online-lilly-atlas Sat, 24 Dec 2022 22:12:58 +0000 http://www.teennovels.net/frost-hells-handlers-mc-florida-chapter-3-5-read-online-lilly-atlas Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Lilly Atlas Advertisement

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Rachel has spent her life without family and watching others from the sidelines due to a series of unfortunate and traumatic events. She longs for the unbreakable connection only blood can bring. When she learns she has a half-brother living halfway across the country, she wants nothing more than to meet him. Even if he is the president of a motorcycle club.
Frost earned his road name on account of his less-than-fuzzy personality. After years of drifting around the country alone and lonely, he yearns for the strong family bond offered by the Handlers. But first, he needs to make it through the prospecting period, and acting like his aloof, antisocial self isn’t the way to do it. Neither is lusting after his president’s long-lost sister. But one of those things he can’t seem to control.

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PROLOGUE

SEPTEMBER

The search results blew her mind.

Page after page, article after article, describing a man she’d never met but would forever be connected to. He’d spent time in jail. Serious time. Not a six-month stint for petty theft or a few nights in the drunk tank, but over a decade for the brutal murder of a child.

He was innocent.

Or so the recent articles proclaimed.

The thought of it horrified her. A huge chunk of his life now gone because of false accusations and a wrongful conviction.

Travis, or Curly as the new outlets called him, might not have murdered the child he’d been accused of harming, but he wasn’t an angel.

He was a criminal.

A one percenter, as per motorcycle club lingo.

Rachel spent hours gobbling up as much information as she could find on motorcycle clubs. And that was after the six straight hours she’d sat at her computer searching for every morsel of intel she could find on Travis, aka Curly, aka her long-lost half-brother.

“Sup, girl. I’m home,” her roommate and bestie called out. Jennica had announced herself that way every day for the two years she and Rachel had been living together.

“In my room,” Rachel hollered.

Jennica appeared at her door a few moments later. “Please tell me you aren’t still sitting at your computer. You did take a break, right? Like, for a few hours? Because I’ve been gone all day, and it doesn’t look like you’ve moved an inch. You’re still in your pajamas.”

Busted.

Rachel glanced over her shoulder at the long-legged blonde beauty. “You know I work from my computer. I’m always here.”

“Nuh-uh.” Jen strode into her room, wagging a finger. “You usually start up here, then take your computer downstairs to the gym and walk on the treadmill while you work, then come back here, then head to a coffee shop. Your ass hasn’t moved from that seat all day, Rach.”

Sighing, Rachel slumped back against her cheap computer chair. The thing numbed her ass and killed her back, which was a large part of why she tended to change locations throughout the day. “I know. I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m obsessed.”

Jen plopped down on her bed with a sympathetic smile. She wore scrubs, having come straight from her shift as an ICU nurse. “Why don’t we go take a walk? It’ll give your eyes a rest, get your blood flowing, and you can tell me what you’ve found.”

“Really? You’ve got to be exhausted.” Jen and her fiancé were saving for their wedding, so she’d been picking up extra shifts. She’d been working for the past eighteen hours straight and had to be ready to keel over.

She shrugged. “I am, but I can’t sleep yet. A walk will help me decompress and clear my mind before I pass out.”

Might as well. Maybe talking it out with Jen would help her make a decision. “Okay, let’s do it.” She grabbed a hoodie and stuffed her feet in her sneakers while Jen went to her room to change out of her workwear.

Five minutes later, they were wandering around the pond in a park across the street from their apartment complex. As it was September, the Minnesota air had cooled to chilly sweatshirt weather, even with the bright sun overhead.

“Okay,” Jen said after a few moments of silence. “Lay it on me.”

Rachel inhaled the fresh, early fall air. Colorful leaves littered the path and turned their stroll into a picturesque experience.

Where to begin. “You know I reached out to the adoption agency to find out the name of my birth father.” It’d taken years to work up the courage, but she’d finally reached a point where she wanted to know about her birth parents and their history. Well, she’d learned a few years ago her mother had been working as a prostitute in Florida when she’d gotten knocked up, but everything beyond that had remained a mystery.

As much as not knowing had driven her nuts, if she didn’t discover the truth, she could still maintain some fanciful notion of who her father was. A whole Pretty Woman kind of pipe dream. Her father could be some rich businessman who’d wanted to sweep her mother off her feet and provide her with a better life.

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A cop and an outlaw biker walk into a bar…

Officer Jolene Baker spent her youth smiling and sparkling on stage when all she wanted was to run alongside her four older brothers. It took years for her to stand up for herself, ditch the pageant life, and peruse her dream of becoming a police officer. Now that she’d broken out on her own, she could dress how she wanted, swear if she wanted, and sleep with any man who caught her eye. No matter how many tattoos or piercings he had or how big a bad-boy vibe he gave off.

Tracker hit the sweet spot in his life. He owned a thriving tattoo business, found a stellar family in the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club, and had no shortage of women jumping into his bed. Seducing the town’s new female cop to extract information on his club was a no-brainer. He’d be helping his club and having fun in the process.

A woman committed to justice and sworn to uphold the law, a man who lives by the outlaw code, and enough heat to burn down the town. Disaster seems inevitable, but can Jo and Tracker find a way to avoid catastrophe?

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PROLOGUE

THE BLINDING STAGE lights seared her eyes, distorting her vision. Despite having to blink away bright spots, Jolene found her family in the audience. All six of them. Four tough older brothers and two loving, devoted parents. The brothers’ facial expressions ranged in degrees of boredom, which came as no surprise, but they were there, supporting her as always. Her parents, on the other hand, radiated pride and anticipation. Their hopes and dreams rested on Jo’s bare shoulders, heavy and insistent.

No pressure.

I love my family.

I love my family.

Jo couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if a sadistic torturer shoved bamboo shoots under her fingernails. She hated standing on stage under a gleaming spotlight so the judges and fans could inspect every inch of her waxed and buffed bikini-clad body.

That was it. That’s all she was there for. Not to demonstrate intelligence or wit. Not to discuss something that interested her, like the importance of women learning to protect themselves with self-defense classes or ways to reduce crime rates in crowded cities. Sure, if she advanced through multiple rounds of Miss Teen USA, she’d have an opportunity to voice her answer to a few posed questions, but even those required a pat, well-rehearsed, politically correct response the judges would approve of. Those questions weren’t answered with the truth but what she thought the judges wanted to hear.

No one cared to hear how she thought the US prison system needed to be completely revamped and reformed or how it was an often-for-profit shitshow that did nothing to rehabilitate prisoners or prevent future crimes. No, if asked her opinion on the state of the prison system as one of the contestants was last year, she’d smile and give a nice, pretty answer about trusting the state’s elected lawmakers to have their citizens’ best interests at heart—even the incarcerated.

Blah, blah, blah.

Of course, she had to make it through this swimsuit round, then evening gowns, first. While she detested the feel of sequins and long gowns on her skin, she despised the swimsuit round with a passion she couldn’t even put into words.

“Please welcome, Miss Alabama, Jolene Baker.”

First out as always, Jo smiled, pinched her shoulder blades together, and sashayed her way down the runway. Her cheeks ached, her feet throbbed—who the hell wore stilettos with a bikini—and her eyes stung from the harsh lights as they always did. The audience clapped—her family loudest, of course—as they gawked at her nearly naked body.

Seriously? Did the other girls enjoy this?

Yes, they did. Of course, they did.

Strutting across a stage to be critiqued on the curve of her hips, the perkiness of her tits, and the shape of her legs left a lot to be desired.

She’d been a part of these competitions since before she could walk, and after countless nights in hotels with the other girls, she knew for a fact that they loved it. It was a religion to most of them.

Not Jo. She’d hated it since she first sprouted tits and realized she’d never be allowed to follow in the footsteps of her brothers and father and attend the police academy. Nope, she was the only girl in the proud southern Baker family.

Literally, of the fourteen cousins in her generation, she was the lone female. And as a southern family with highly traditional southern values, she was to be the perfect, polite little belle. A delicate, innocent flower who could charm everyone she met but would never step out of line or assert herself.

Vomit.

No matter how many frilly pink dresses they stuffed her in or how many baby dolls they bought her, little Jo had only wanted to play in the dirt and run wild with the boys.

Horrifying to her pageant mother.

She finished her walk and took her marked spot on the stage.

“Thank you, Miss Alabama. Please welcome, Miss Alaska.”

The rest of the pageant passed in a flurry of fabric, hairspray, and makeup. She moved on from swimwear to formal gowns and reached the final five with a plastic smile on her face where she should feel at least a measure of pride. Pageants were an unfortunate obligation for her, but she’d still worked her ass off to get to where she was. Sometimes she felt guilty, as though she was stealing a spot from a girl who wanted to be there. At thirteen, she’d told her mom she no longer had an interest in the pageant world. The announcement crushed her mom in a way she’d never expected.

If she’d told her mother she had stolen the family car and crashed it into a tree, the woman wouldn’t have been as upset. She didn’t rage or yell. No, that wasn’t Audry Baker’s way. But the burden of deafening disappointment which followed her for weeks was so thick that Jo couldn’t bear its weight. After catching her mom sobbing in the bathroom, she decided to continue with pageantry until she stopped winning.

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