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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Law & Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #8)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B07864H5Q3</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Winnie thinks she has the perfect life. <br />
Two beautiful, healthy children. A police officer husband. A job that she loves. Oh, and let’s not forget that she’s a nationally ranked marathon runner. <br />
Fast forward six months, and her perfect life has imploded. Winnie finds herself in a completely new world, and this new world is a brutal bitch. In this new life of hers, her husband is gone. He realizes, at the worst possible time, that he’s no longer in love with her. He’s in love with her best friend. He leaves, and doesn’t look back. <br />
Her sixteen-year-old daughter is in trouble with the law, and she’s barely making ends meet thanks to losing the job that was keeping her and her tiny family afloat. <br />
Then, the last thing that could make it all bearable, her running, is ripped out from under her, too. Thanks to a spinal stroke that leaves her unable to walk, let alone run, she’s having to relearn how to do the simplest of tasks—such as putting on her own pants. <br />
She’s at the lowest of lows, and the last thing she wants is a sexy, bearded, motorcycle riding alpha to tell her how to live her life. But Steel Cross never asks her what she wants. <br />
*******<br />
The moment Steel Cross sees Winnie’s daughter steal some shoes for her younger brother, he knows he’s in trouble. He’s a sucker for misunderstood teens. After all, he was once one himself. <br />
He knows he can’t just walk away, and the moment he sees that troubled teen’s mother, he doesn’t just know it, he feels it. Down to the very bottom of his soul. <br />
With his share of hard knocks, he knows that he shouldn’t step in and make his move on a fellow police officer’s ex. There’s a code, after all, yet he just can’t seem to help himself. <br />
He’s done being the good guy. Sometimes he just wants to be bad. And Winnie makes him realize that being bad is still kind of good. As long as you’re with the right person.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-dixie-wardens-rejects-mc-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>To everyone that received a book from me for Christmas, they’re due back at the library by Friday.<br />
<br />
-How you know you’re poor<br />
<br />
Winnie<br />
<br />
Conleigh slammed the door shut, and she locked it for good measure.<br />
<br />
I sighed and looked out the window, hoping to find the patience to move on from this new teenage attitude that my recently minted sixteen-year-old was throwing at me.<br />
<br />
My eyes caught on our new neighbor, and I gasped.<br />
<br />
My new neighbor was gorgeous.<br />
<br />
He was wearing a tight pair of Wrangler jeans that fit him like a glove, a black faded t-shirt, and a belt that held a big black gun to his hip. Next to the big black gun was a gold shield, one that I couldn’t read from this distance, but I knew to be a shield for the Mooresville, AL Police Department.<br />
<br />
“You going to do okay there?”<br />
<br />
I smiled and answered into my phone. “Yes,” I sighed. “I’m going to be okay here.”<br />
<br />
“Good, I’m glad.” She sighed. “I’m home and trying to sort through the mountain of expensive shit that my parents left me in the will. Do you think they’d turn over in their graves if I burned the whole place down to the ground?”<br />
<br />
“I’m pretty sure with that corrupt little police town you’re living in, they’ll find a way to charge you for it, then put you away for murder on top of that.”<br />
<br />
Krisney started to laugh.<br />
<br />
“They’re not that bad.”<br />
<br />
“No, they’re not,” I admitted. “How about you just go through the junk, hold an estate sale, and post a dollar on everything?”<br />
<br />
Krisney started to giggle, but my attention was laser focused on the man who was no longer standing at his mailbox.<br />
<br />
“Your neighbor,” I found myself saying. “Who is he?”<br />
<br />
“The one to the left, or the one across the street?” she questioned.<br />
<br />
“Across the street. The silver-haired hottie who has muscles on top of muscles.”<br />
<br />
“Steel Cross, better known as Big Papa to his MC, or BP to the guys at the police department where he works,” she answered instantly. “He was also one of the reasons I bought that house. I figured what better and safer neighborhood to buy into than one next to the chief of police.”<br />
<br />
“The chief of police?” I breathed. “You’re shitting me.”<br />
<br />
“Nope,” Krisney said. “Anyway, I gotta go. But he’s really nice. Don’t be scared to talk to him.”<br />
<br />
She hung up before I had a chance to say that there was never going to be a day that I’d talk to him. Not willingly. He was too pretty for me and my broken self. He’d probably chew me up and spit me out.<br />
<br />
But as I watched him in all of his alpha male glory as he stepped in front of a speeding car, and then proceeded to give the teenager the lecture to end all lectures, I realized that if he ever spoke to me first, I’d have no choice but to talk to him.<br />
<br />
The sheer magnetism of him was enthralling.<br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>I’m at that age where a twenty-two-year-old is looking good…but so is his dad.<br />
<br />
-Winnie’s secret thoughts<br />
<br />
Winnie<br />
<br />
“Cody, no,” I called, seeing my son, who was all of five years old, staring at me with the most heart-breaking expression on his face.<br />
<br />
“Cody.”<br />
<br />
That came from Conleigh, my eldest daughter. Conleigh was sixteen, going on forty-three.<br />
<br />
She was my surprise baby when I was sixteen. She was also more of a mom than I was at times—at least lately.<br />
<br />
No, before you ask, they do not have the same father. Yes, my husband had loved Conleigh like she was his own, or at least, he had while we were married. Now, I wasn’t so sure. Conleigh wasn’t taking this move well. My husband had left me for another woman, and he then forced us to move out of our home because, technically, it all had been his when we’d gotten married.<br />
<br />
“Mom, seriously?”<br />
<br />
I looked up to see her staring at me with anger in her eyes.<br />
<br />
“Seriously, what?” I growled. “I can’t. I don’t have any money, and I can’t buy it for him right now.”<br />
<br />
“I do,” she replied stubbornly.<br />
<br />
I ground my teeth<br />
<br />
“I know you do,” I said. “But, unfortunately, he can’t always get what he wants, and you need that money for lunch this week.”<br />
<br />
“I can make a lunch,” she offered.<br />
<br />
I looked up at the ceiling and counted to ten.<br />
<br />
“He does not need the car. He has fifteen just like it at home. You do not need to buy it because you have to pay for lunch next week. Do not make me repeat it again.”<br />
<br />
Plus, Conleigh rarely ever got up in time to get herself out the door on a normal day. Adding making a lunch to the routine would surely make her later than she normally was.<br />
<br />
We’d just pulled into the check-out lane when the sliding doors of the grocery store opened and two cops rolled in. One of them was my ex-husband, and the other was a man that looked downright appetizing.<br />
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Ghost [gohst] noun: the soul of a dead person, a disembodied, vague, shadowy spirit wandering among or haunting living persons; a mere shadow or semblance; a trace. <br />
That noun sums up Ghost and what his life has become with painful precision. He is barely living, merely existing but never thriving. There wasn’t much that could pull him from the darkness he willingly inhabits…except one thing. Her. <br />
She is the reason he’s done what he’s done, and his life has become what it has become. <br />
He haunts his former life, lurking in the background, surviving on occasional glimpses of the only thing good that is left in his miserable life. The horror he has inflicted upon her is nothing compared to the terror that waits for her when someone moves in to take her from him. <br />
The thing about being stuck in the past is that it is like walking through life backwards. She is always looking back, so she doesn’t see what is happening in front of her. Unfortunately for her, it turns out that the ghosts of the past aren’t nearly as terrifying as the monsters of the future. <br />
They say that true love is like a ghost, something that many talk about but few have seen. It’s a good thing for that, too, because he’ll need that element of surprise to protect her. Hopefully when the dust settles, he’ll be able to resurrect more than just himself.<br />
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<br />
-Fact of Life<br />
<br />
Ghost<br />
<br />
Six years ago<br />
<br />
“Fucker’s deader than a doornail,” a man said, sounding almost disgusted.<br />
<br />
Someone snarled, and I tried to turn in the direction of the sound, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate.<br />
<br />
“If you have nothing to add to this, you may leave,” a cool, calm voice practically purred. “Doctor?”<br />
<br />
“I have a pulse back, but I have had a pulse three times, and he’s coded in the back of the ambulance twice. He was pronounced clinically dead on scene, and then resuscitated himself on the way to the morgue. It’s very likely that his lungs are fried and nothing will help him. The respirator is breathing for him and keeping the blood circulating through his system via the machine. If I take him off, though, it’s highly probable that he will succumb to the injuries he’s sustained,” another voice, whom I assumed was the doctor, rushed out.<br />
<br />
“Keep him on it. Find him some lungs,” someone, the man who’d sounded deceptively calm earlier, ordered.<br />
<br />
“Sir,” the doctor interjected. “It’s not as simple as just finding him some lungs. Someone has to die before he can have his lungs.”<br />
<br />
“So make someone die,” the calm man replied, sounding so very practical that it was hard to listen to.<br />
<br />
“But sir,” the doctor objected.<br />
<br />
“I don’t care what you have to do, but if you want to continue breathing yourself, you’ll do it. You’ll make it happen, because I need him. I need him, or the whole operation that I’ve spent the last decade planning will be for naught. Do it or die. Simple as that,” the man ordered flatly.<br />
<br />
Silence followed that statement, and I realized that whomever that man had been referring to had left the room, and me.<br />
<br />
“This guy needs to die,” the man that had been reprimanded earlier said. “It’d be a favor to him if he did. His life will be terrible. No woman will ever want him again. Not when those scars heal.”<br />
<br />
“His life is already terrible, Kershaw,” the doctor said softly. “The boss guy won’t let him go, just like he won’t let the rest of us go. Plus, he’ll get reconstructive surgery, and the majority of these scars will be taken care of.”<br />
<br />
“No fucking shit. You should pull the plug. Give him a way out of this,” the first man identified as Kershaw said in obvious disgust.<br />
<br />
“You know I can’t. He’s got my family on his radar, just like he has yours and this guy’s,” the doctor said gruffly. “He’d have them, too, if they weren’t so protected.”<br />
<br />
Family? Did I have a family somewhere?<br />
<br />
“His brain is going to be fucked up after all of this. When I got him out of the morgue, he’d already gone fucking cold. There’s seriously no way that he’s going to come back as anything but a vegetable,” the voice of Kershaw said.<br />
<br />
The doctor grunted in reply.<br />
<br />
“At this point, he wouldn’t be able to remember how much he’s missing. Seems kinder than having to see your wife and kids every day. Watching them go on with their lives without you,” the doctor’s voice sounded choked.<br />
<br />
“Sorry man. Didn’t mean to bring it up,” Kershaw replied. “Fucking A, I hate this job. Fucking Hill. Fucking government project bullshit. I never signed up for this.”<br />
<br />
“None of us did,” the doctor explained. “Haven’t you figured that out by now?”<br />
<br />
“All I know is that one day, the boss man’s going to get what’s coming to him, and when that day comes, I’m going to have a front row seat in a recliner with a bag of popcorn on my lap and a beer in my hand.”<br />
<br />
“When that day comes, Kershaw, we’ll all probably be dead,” the doctor countered.<br />
<br />
There was silence for so long that I thought they were gone, but then Kershaw said two more words, and it was those words that would haunt me for the next two years.<br />
<br />
“Or free.”<br><br>***<br><br>Six months later<br />
<br />
“You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t slow down.”<br />
<br />
I looked over at the doctor, Dr. Monroe Ruben, and grimaced.<br />
<br />
“This is the only way I’m getting out of here,” I countered. “If I can’t fucking work out, I can’t fucking fight my way out of this hellhole.”<br />
<br />
Dr. Ruben didn’t bother to correct me.<br />
<br />
“I like your determination,” he informed me. “But, if you’re not careful, you’re going to end up hurting yourself worse than when you started.”<br />
<br />
I gave him a blank look.<br />
<br />
There was no way that I could look that bad. I’d seen the pictures. I saw the hideous burns on my body. I saw the way I’d looked—which, might I add, wasn’t pretty.<br />
<br />
One man had called me the melted man. There had been burns on my face, neck, hands and forearms. All of which, including my face, had been reconstructed.<br />
<br />
No longer was I the man that I was before—and I knew the man that I used to be.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>The Beard Made Me Do It (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #5)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B06XXPHK52</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
He’s only a friend. Those words had haunted him from the moment Jessie James had heard them muttered from the girl who held his heart, and whom he thought had his back.<br />
Fourteen years later, he still feels those words like a brand on his soul.<br />
Lucky for him he has a son to focus on, a full-time job that demands his attention the rest of the day, and not a single moment to spare for a woman who won’t stand up for him when he needs her the most.<br />
He’s only a friend. The words had slipped out of Ellen’s mouth, and before she could recall them, or better yet, explain them, Jesse is gone from her life for good, taking her heart with him.<br />
She tries to move on, to climb her way out of the pit of despair, but not one single person – regardless of how badly she wants to make it work – can fill the void that was left in his wake.<br />
Time heals all wounds. Or at least that is how the saying goes. It’s a crock of crap, though.<br />
Fourteen years pass when Jessie and Ellen see each other again without the influence of the town and bad memories surrounding them, and it’s as if not a single day has passed.<br />
Ellen knows the instant that her eyes see her old love that she’s still just as in love with him today as she was all those years ago.<br />
The problem is that Jesse wants nothing to do with her. Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-dixie-wardens-rejects-mc-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>Love is finding someone to get fat with.<br />
<br />
-Fact of life<br />
<br />
Jessie<br />
<br />
Age seventeen<br />
<br />
“Oh, my God, Mom!” Ellen cried out in frustration. “There’s nothing wrong going on here! He’s only a friend.”<br />
<br />
Ellen had lied.<br />
<br />
My heart skipped a beat as, yet again, the damn girl didn’t claim to have anything going on with me. Ellen wouldn’t acknowledge that we had any type of a relationship.<br />
<br />
Am I fucking stupid or something? How was this ever going to work when she wouldn’t even acknowledge that we were more than just friends?<br />
<br />
Her mother looked at her like she knew she was lying, but we all knew that she couldn’t prove it.<br />
<br />
We hadn’t gone too far, and I was sitting here, on the couch, just like she’d asked me to do.<br />
<br />
Don’t touch. Don’t do anything untoward. I’ll be watching.<br />
<br />
Sure, I’d had my hands down Ellen’s pants before Marian had walked in here, but she didn’t need to know that.<br />
<br />
“I think it’s time for you to go home, Jessie.”<br />
<br />
Ellen’s mother’s anger was palpable, and I knew before she said anything that Ellen would never hear the end of it.<br />
<br />
You’re going to get a bad reputation. Why would you want to date a boy like that?<br />
<br />
Jessie James? Really? You know he’s trouble.<br />
<br />
One day you’re going to wind up hurt and pregnant, and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.<br />
<br />
“All right, ma’am.” I stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ellie.”<br />
<br />
Ellen stood up, and she waved goodbye. Both of us knew better than to touch in front of her mom or dad. If we did, they started to turn red in the face.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t like I was an axe murderer or anything, but they didn’t seem to care.<br />
<br />
I was lucky they even let me in their house.<br />
<br />
I waved goodbye to Ellen and walked down the hallway to the front door, wondering how long it would be before the next bus arrived at the bus stop.<br />
<br />
I’d just gotten to the front door when I heard Ellen’s mom start talking.<br />
<br />
“Seriously, there’s no way in hell that kid is only eighteen,” Marian whispered—just not soft enough for me not to hear. “He has a damn beard, Ellen. You can’t do this anymore. Your father was going to talk to you later, but I can’t wait until then. This either ends or we won’t pay for your frivolities anymore. That means no cell phone. No car. No college. No nothing. You’ll have to get a job.”<br />
<br />
I froze with my hand on the knob.<br />
<br />
Ellen’s dream was always to go to school. Her hope was to go into the medical field and become a doctor, like her brother was in the process of doing.<br />
<br />
“Mom, that’s not fair!” Ellen said. “You know how much college means to me. You know!”<br />
<br />
I knew, too. I knew.<br />
<br />
“Then I won’t go to college,” Ellen snapped. “If that’s the way you want to treat me, then I’ll leave and never come back. This has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with the fact that you can’t stand to see me making a decision that you haven’t confirmed as good, first.”<br />
<br />
And that was why I couldn’t do this to her anymore. If I had to let her go to let her fly, then I’d do it.<br />
<br />
I dropped my chin to my chest.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t ruin another life. Not when I was well on the way to ruining mine and my son’s.<br />
<br />
“He has a kid out of wedlock, didn’t graduate high school and is working a minimum wage job. There’s literally nothing you can tell me here that will make this all right. He’ll hold you down. You will end up taking care of his kid, you’ll drop out of college, and he’ll get you hooked on drugs.”<br />
<br />
“I already told you he’s a friend. Not to mention he’s a welder’s assistant. I never knew you to be a snob.”<br />
<br />
My belly sank.<br />
<br />
I didn’t deal drugs, even though most of the town thought I did.<br />
<br />
It was hard to deny it when your parents did. Hence the reason I was now on my own, with no diploma and working a minimum wage job, when I could be attending college on a football scholarship.<br />
<br />
When you had a kid to take care of, and nobody to watch him while you were at school or while you were at work, you had to make certain sacrifices. Unfortunately, school was one of them.<br />
<br />
It’d been two years since Linc had come into my life, and not a single day went by that I regretted anything I’d done or given up for him.<br />
<br />
I thought I was doing all right. Thought that maybe, after time, Ellen’s family would see me as the man I was, not the man they thought I was.<br />
<br />
But I was wrong.<br />
<br />
With one final look in the direction of where Ellen had last been standing, I walked down the steps and didn’t look back.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>I'm Only Here for the Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #4)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B06XD63BBF</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Sean is a man with needs—needs that a lot of women were ready and willing to fulfill. Yet, the only woman that he wants to fulfill them dumped him for another man. A man who’s a member of his MC and is someone he has to see every single day and twice on Sundays. <br />
He’s bitter and angry. He’s definitely not in the right frame of mind when it comes to dealing with women. Which is unfortunate for his new partner, Naomi, a fresh-out-of-school and totally green paramedic. <br />
--- <br />
Naomi’s got enough problems on her plate. A brother who’s self-destructive and doesn’t care who he takes down with him. A man who she’s in love with but who doesn’t love her. A job that she hates because it is a constant reminder of what she can’t have. <br />
Desperate to distance herself from her problems, she runs, taking the first job in her field that she finds willing to take on someone with so little experience. <br />
The last thing she needs is a perpetually pissed off partner, especially when he sets her blood on fire. But life doesn’t ask how much you can handle when it dishes out challenges. It just keeps piling them on until you’ve bested them or you’ve buckled under them. <br />
--- <br />
Sean really doesn’t want to like his new partner, Naomi. He just wants to be left alone to live his life however he damn well pleases and without complications. <br />
Naomi doesn’t care what he wants, she can’t be anything but herself. It isn’t long before she’s breaking down his walls and making him feel again. She’s trying to pull him closer and he’s pushing her away. <br />
It’s not long before Sean sees the error of his ways. It’s too bad, though, that by the time he realizes she’s the one, Naomi’s already gone. <br />
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<br />
-Naomi’s secret thoughts<br />
<br />
Naomi<br />
<br />
“Please talk to me.”<br />
<br />
I looked over at my brother, then shrugged.<br />
<br />
My brother. The man who I once called one of my best friends had ruined my life.<br />
<br />
He was in a bad place. I knew that. My mom and my current best friend, Aspen knew that. Hell, my dad even knew that and he wasn’t even talking to me.<br />
<br />
But did that excuse him for driving drunk? No.<br />
<br />
“I’m not mad at you, Danny,” I lied. “I’m just tired.”<br />
<br />
And I was. Tired. Very, very tired.<br />
<br />
Though, I couldn’t decide if that was due to the fact that I’d just clawed my way out from the haze of anesthesia or because I was just plain tired.<br />
<br />
“Danny,” my friend, Aspen, stated, “I think you need to give her some space. She’s tired. She’s confused, and honestly, she likely doesn’t really want to talk to you right now.”<br />
<br />
What my best friend didn’t say, however, was that he should feel guilty. I should be mad at him.<br />
<br />
He’d hit me with his goddamned car!<br />
<br />
And I wasn’t even going to go into the fact that he’d done it in his police cruiser, of all things. I still hadn’t figured out why the hell he’d been in the cruiser in the first place since it happened in the middle of the night.<br />
<br />
Though, the same could be said about me. Why had I been out in the middle of the night, walking down the road where the house that I was renting was located?<br />
<br />
Why? Because I was a fucking loser. My life sucked. Every man I met either cheated on me or found another woman to be with who they liked more than me. I was always the consolation prize. The rebound fling. The woman who men felt sorry for and had pity sex with.<br />
<br />
Yeah, I was that girl.<br />
<br />
So, fuck yeah, I was out in the middle of the night walking my street. Why? Because I couldn’t fucking sleep. All of my insecurities had come out to play last night, and I’d stupidly gotten up, put on my running shoes and started walking.<br />
<br />
The only problem with that? I’d gotten hit by my brother in his police cruiser when he was supposed to be at home.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t remember anything after actually seeing the car coming at me. Which was a good thing and a bad thing, I guess.<br />
<br />
I couldn’t remember the look on my brother’s face when he realized he’d hit his sister.<br />
<br />
I could, however, see it now, and it was heartbreaking.<br />
<br />
He’d sank to rock bottom, though it was his fault.<br />
<br />
Once upon a time, Aspen and Danny had been together. But my brother, being the idiot that he was, had cheated on her with his partner. The same partner who’d broken up with him a week ago by doing the same thing to him that he had done to Aspen.<br />
<br />
So he’d started drinking to forget the fact that he thought his life was ruined.<br />
<br />
Now, it really was.<br />
<br />
He’d been suspended from the police department and was facing criminal charges. Not to mention that he would forever have to live with the knowledge that he drove drunk and ran over his sister with his police cruiser.<br />
<br />
“Okay,” Danny murmured. “If you need anything, call me.”<br />
<br />
With that my brother left, but I doubted he went much further than the waiting room. He’d been at the hospital since the accident had happened.<br />
<br />
“Did you want to see it?”<br />
<br />
I shook my head at Aspen. “No, I most certainly do not want to see it.”<br />
<br />
The ‘it’ she was referring to was my colostomy bag.<br />
<br />
When my brother had hit me, I’d suffered damage to my intestines, liver and one kidney.<br />
<br />
The liver and kidney were expected to make full recoveries.<br />
<br />
My intestines, however, were going to require more time to heal, hence the latest addition to my wardrobe: a colostomy bag.<br />
<br />
I could feel it.<br />
<br />
It felt utterly foreign, like something was duct taped to my belly and just sitting there, waiting for me to take it off.<br />
<br />
But I couldn’t. At least not for another four to six months, according to my doctor, while my intestines had a chance to heal from the trauma I’d endured.<br />
<br />
I’d have to be changing poop bags for six whole months.<br />
<br />
Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any worse, this was thrown at me.<br />
<br />
Thank you, Danny, the life ruiner.<br />
<br />
“It’s not that bad,” Aspen started to say.<br />
<br />
I held up my hand. “Save it.”<br />
<br />
“The doctor said you could go back to work in six weeks,” Aspen continued as if I hadn’t just told her to shut up. “And Kilgore Fire would love to have you back. They’re missing you already.”<br />
<br />
I was sure they were, but that was only because I took all the shifts that opened up or filled in whenever they needed someone. Now, they had to find someone else willing to pick up the shit shifts or come in at a moment’s notice.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Son of a Beard (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #3)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>ISBN/ ASIN:</strong></td>    <td><h6>B01N15EKRY</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Truth Alan Reacher was a biker. He was a bladesmith. What he was not, was a fool. <br />
The moment he walked in on his girl screwing his cousin on his bike, he does the only thing he can do. He ditches the bike seat—and the girl—riding right out of her life without a backwards glance. <br />
That is until he’s forced to attend the marriage of his cousin to his cheating ex-girlfriend. The only bright spot of the entire thing was watching some chick go off on the groom—the groom’s ex-fiancé—right in the middle of the bouquet toss. <br />
*** <br />
Verity Ruthann Cassidy was supposed to be here today attending this wedding as the bride, not watching the festivities as a guest from the chairs she’d painstakingly purchased covers for while her fiancé—now her ex-fiancé—screwed around on her with another woman. <br />
The icing on the wedding cake that she refuses to eat? She’s forced to attend the wedding due to her mother being the wedding planner. <br />
However, the night doesn’t turn out quite the way she expects it due to the hot-as-hell biker sitting in the chair directly beside her. The man gave one hell of a speech during the reception that sounded like something that could have come straight out of her own mouth, and she enjoyed every single second of it. <br />
*** <br />
Thrown together under similarly lousy circumstances, the two newly single jilted former lovers of the happy couple decide to go to Vegas on what was to be Verity’s honeymoon trip. <br />
One thing leads to another, and the next thing they know, their night has gone from a celebration of being single to a marriage—to each other. <br />
Verity and Truth now have to figure out if everything that happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-dixie-wardens-rejects-mc-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>I don’t understand your specific brand of crazy, but I do commend your devotion to it.<br />
<br />
-Truth to his ex<br />
<br />
Truth<br />
<br />
“Anybody home?” I called loudly as I came out of my workshop.<br />
<br />
Destiny didn’t answer and I frowned.<br />
<br />
I could’ve sworn I heard something.<br />
<br />
“Destiny?” I rumbled, peaking my head around the corner of the bedroom of the single bedroom shotgun house I shared with her.<br />
<br />
Empty. As was the bathroom that I could see due to the door being wide open, and all the lights being on.<br />
<br />
I could see Destiny’s makeup, clothes, and shoes strewn all over the floor of not just the bathroom, but the bedroom as well.<br />
<br />
She’d gotten dressed in a hurry.<br />
<br />
Normally, she didn’t leave the expensive dresses I’d bought her lying in a heap like that unless it was because I’d thrown it there after ripping it from her body.<br />
<br />
And boy did she have a sexy body.<br />
<br />
That was the only thing keeping us together at this point. The sex—or the sex we used to have. We hadn’t had it in a while, and at this point, there wasn't much keeping us together.<br />
<br />
It was always good, which made it hard to kick her to the curb because she was convenient.<br />
<br />
If I didn’t have her to come home to, I wouldn’t have the nightly sex I craved.<br />
<br />
And I wasn’t the type to spread my dick around to the women that I knew I could land. They always had expectations.<br />
<br />
Destiny, however, did not. She didn’t expect me to marry her. Hell, a lot of nights she didn’t even expect me to come home at all.<br />
<br />
Which was good seeing as I was a member of The Dixie Wardens MC, Mooresville, Alabama chapter.<br />
<br />
Sometimes I spend the night at the clubhouse after a club party—which she most certainly did not go to—and she doesn’t complain.<br />
<br />
Growling when I saw the empty bracelet box that was supposed to contain the bracelet I’d bought her for Christmas, one she wasn’t supposed to wear unless it was a special occasion due to the fact that it cost several thousand dollars, was laying haphazardly on the night stand. I turned off the light and headed to the front door.<br />
<br />
The kitchen was empty, as was the living room as I passed through it on my way.<br />
<br />
So what had I heard?<br />
<br />
Something caught my attention before I could get there, though.<br />
<br />
Some motion.<br />
<br />
I could see something moving outside through the sheer white curtains that Destiny insisted we had to have, and I stopped, my eyes narrowed as I focused.<br />
<br />
That was where I parked my bike.<br />
<br />
On the side of the house, hugged right up against the window so I could see it as we passed in and out of the living room.<br />
<br />
That bike was my baby.<br />
<br />
The absolute best thing that’d ever happened to me in my entire life.<br />
<br />
And someone was sitting on it.<br />
<br />
Was it Destiny?<br />
<br />
I hated when she did that.<br />
<br />
She’d lean on it when she went outside to talk on her phone, because I’ll be the first to admit that she was obnoxiously loud when she was on the phone, and I would complain if she didn’t go outside.<br />
<br />
I’d tell her not to lean on it, because her weight could offset the balance of the kickstand and cause it to smash into the side of the house, and then I’d have to fix a dent or a scratch, and I most assuredly didn’t want to do that, but she’d do it anyway.<br />
<br />
Just to piss me off, I was sure.<br />
<br />
So that was what I expected as I flicked open the curtains to peer outside.<br />
<br />
I’d been about to raise my finger to tap on the glass when what I was seeing through the window finally registered in my brain.<br />
<br />
Destiny was on my bike all right, but some man was on it, too.<br />
<br />
Some man with his balls laying unbound against the leather of my seat.<br />
<br />
The leather that I’d fucking stitched by goddamned hand.<br />
<br />
The leather that I’d searched high and low for and specifically chosen after finding it in a motherfucking magazine.<br />
<br />
The leather that’d seen no one’s ass but mine—and not even that was bare.<br />
<br />
Anger welled up inside of me, and I finally took my eyes off the man’s balls sticking to my seat going up to the man’s face, and that’s about when everything exploded.<br />
<br />
Because it wasn’t bad enough that they were fucking on my bike.<br />
<br />
No, the man that Destiny was fucking on my bike was my cousin.<br />
<br />
The same cousin who made my younger years a living hell with his teasing about my pretty boy looks and my “girlie” hands.<br />
<br />
Hands that were now rough and strong from years of doing what I loved—being a swordsmith.<br />
<br />
Somehow, I found my Colt .45 in my hand, and somehow, I pointed it at the man’s head.<br />
<br />
And before you get all bent out of shape, the safety was on.<br />
<br />
He, however, did not know that.<br />
<br />
Tapping on the glass with the gun, I made sure that the laser in the grips was activated and pointed right at about eye level.<br />
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Tally is a twenty-year-old single mother struggling to finish nursing school. Has she made mistakes in life? Sure, but her daughter isn’t one of them. She works hard, she studies even harder, and she’s only a few weeks away from graduating. <br />
She’s living her life the best she knows how when she witnesses a near miss motorcycle accident between a car and a biker. A biker that happens to be the most talked about teacher at her college. <br />
The moment she meets those startling blue, narrowly-escaped-death eyes, she realizes quickly that life as she knows it has changed. No longer will she be content to let life pass her by, even if it puts everything she’s worked so hard for in jeopardy. <br />
*** <br />
Tommy is a highly skilled doctor. A teacher. A veteran. A fully-patched member of The Dixie Wardens MC. He’s lonely, but also set in his ways. What will it take for this man to accept that he needs to make some changes in his life? Apparently, it’ll take a guy in a truck, who’s preoccupied with his phone rather than focused on the road, nearly plowing into him on his bike at seventy miles per hour. Oh, and a twenty-something year old nursing student witnessing the entire thing from only a few feet away. <br />
It only takes a second, a single heartbeat in time, as he looks into her worry-filled eyes to realize that he’d give anything for a single night with her. He may lose his job in the process, but after that one incredible night turns into an amazing weekend, he knows it’s worth the risk for the promise of her forever.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>I’m not good at peopling.<br />
<br />
-T-shirt<br />
<br />
Tally<br />
<br />
“No, baby. I have to go to school.” I smoothed my daughter’s hair back gently. “When Mommy gets home, she’ll come to your room and give you a kiss, okay?”<br />
<br />
That was if I got home on time. Last clinical I didn’t get home on time. In fact, I was home so late that I barely had the energy to make it through the door four long hours after my clinical was supposed to be over.<br />
<br />
My daughter’s quiet pleas and sniffles with snot smeared on my scrub top had me wanting to cry right along with her.<br />
<br />
Every single time I went to school like this, she tried to get me to stay, and each time was getting harder and harder on me.<br />
<br />
My father took my daughter from me and settled her on his forearm.<br />
<br />
“Go, Tally,” he ordered softly. “I’ve got her.”<br />
<br />
My daughter’s fat tears rolled silently down her cheeks.<br />
<br />
“Be good, baby,” I ordered. “You go right to sleep for Pawpaw, okay?”<br />
<br />
Tallulah pursed her lips, wiped her eyes, and buried her face into my father’s neck.<br />
<br />
My eight-month old daughter knew two words. ‘Bye-bye’ and ‘Fish.’<br />
<br />
“You better go before you’re late,” my father ordered.<br />
<br />
I grimaced at him.<br />
<br />
“I’m going,” I sighed. “See you tonight.”<br />
<br />
With one final blown kiss to Tallulah, I pushed through the door and headed down the steps to the driveway.<br />
<br />
I looked back one final time to see my dad in the window helping Tallulah to wave at me.<br />
<br />
I smiled at her, then unlocked the doors to my Toyota 4-Runner, my father’s hand-me-down nineteen-ninety model that needed a paint job and a tune up.<br />
<br />
However, when you’re a twenty—almost twenty-one—year-old single mom working forty hours a week and going to school full time, luxuries such as a new car weren’t afforded.<br />
<br />
Hell, I was lucky if I had enough money to put gas in my car to get me to school and work.<br />
<br />
With one final look at the massive five-bedroom monstrosity my parents had lived in for the best years of my life, I pulled a U-turn in the grass and carefully eased out of the driveway.<br />
<br />
My thoughts were on the first day of the last semester of nursing school, and I was still wondering, much like I was on the first day of school, what exactly I was thinking.<br />
<br />
I hated nursing.<br />
<br />
I hated it with a passion, in fact.<br />
<br />
I didn’t like blood. I couldn’t stand seeing broken bones. I actually hated people, too.<br />
<br />
I wasn’t a good people person, and it seemed like everyone knew it.<br />
<br />
Like the biker at my side.<br />
<br />
I knew he was there. We were sitting at a red light, and I could feel his eyes on me.<br />
<br />
Did I turn to acknowledge him?<br />
<br />
No.<br />
<br />
What if he smiled? Was I expected to smile back? What if he waved? There was no way in hell I was waving back. Then there was the worry that he might think I was coming on to him, when I most definitely wouldn’t be.<br />
<br />
Why? Because I wasn’t good at peopling.<br />
<br />
I, Talith Breanna Slater, was an introvert.<br />
<br />
I didn’t do well in crowds. Talking to someone new made me feel like I had hives. And I was about to enter into an occupation that was known primarily for interacting with human beings.<br />
<br />
My phone rang, startling me out of my contemplation.<br />
<br />
“Hello?”<br />
<br />
“Where are you?” my best friend hissed.<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. “Be there in five,” I told her, and then hung up.<br />
<br />
I hung up because the light turned green, and I made a promise to myself the day that I’d brought Tallulah home from the hospital and we were nearly killed by a texting teenager that I would never pick up the phone while I was driving ever again.<br />
<br />
And it was a good thing I did, or I might’ve missed the stupidity that’d happened directly in front of me.<br />
<br />
My foot eased off the brake, and my SUV started to inch forward.<br />
<br />
The motorcycle next to me revved his engine and started forward as well, and I was just about to press my foot to the gas when a large white maintenance van shot through the intersection, missing the biker by only a few inches, and zoomed on like nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just nearly run over a freakin’ person.<br />
<br />
The biker, sometime in between then and now, had slid sideways and was perpendicular to my car, staring at the road where the van had disappeared so intently that it made me quite nervous.<br />
<br />
I’d just about decided to get out and ask him if he was okay—and, yes, I realize how extrovert-like that would’ve been for me—when he turned and stared at me.<br />
<br />
The only thing I could see were his eyes.<br />
<br />
A blue so beautiful that they were piercing.<br />
<br />
They were shocking, and pairing those eyes with a man on a motorcycle was just wrong.<br />
<br />
Why?<br />
<br />
Because I had a weakness for bad boys and a child to prove it.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Beard Mode (The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #1)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><strong>Language:</strong></td>    <td><h5>English</h5></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Aaron ‘don’t ever call me Fatbaby’ Sims is lucky to be alive. Or at least that is what everyone keeps telling him. He doesn’t feel lucky, though. <br />
He’s scarred, has more than a little bit of a bad attitude, and there isn’t a single day that goes by that he doesn’t wish his wife would’ve just finished off the job. <br />
After being denied his old position at the fire department, he leaves, and doesn’t look back. He heads straight to Alabama and into the semi-welcoming arms of The Dixie Wardens MC. There he becomes a part of a brotherhood that forces him to get back in the land of the living. <br />
--- <br />
Imogen is a smart girl. A girl who doesn’t always make the best decisions. <br />
Her heart is in the right place when she walks into that prison, but it doesn’t take long for her to realize that her heart shouldn’t have had any say so in the matter. Especially when one wrong move lands her in the arms of a scarred man that looks frightening enough to scare any sane woman away. <br />
Immediately enthralled by the angry man, she tries to get closer to him. But the harder she tries to get to know him, the further he pushes her away. <br />
--- <br />
The only thing Aaron wanted to do after his now ex-wife was sent to jail was escape. Escape the awful memories. The pity-filled eyes. The curious glances. <br />
He does a damn fine job at ensuring he draws as little as attention as possible, but then that annoying woman with her startling blue eyes starts hammering away at his resolve. Makes him feel when he doesn’t want to feel. <br />
Imogen comes into his life and carves out a place for herself, obliterating his defenses one heated kiss at a time.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/the-dixie-wardens-rejects-mc-series-by-lani-lynn-vale">The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/lani-lynn-vale">Lani Lynn Vale books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>Scooters are for men who prefer to feel wind on their vagina.<br />
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-Bumper Sticker<br />
<br />
Aaron<br />
<br />
“You ready for this, man?” Truth asked me.<br />
<br />
I turned to Truth and glared.<br />
<br />
“Why are you called Truth again?” I asked him.<br />
<br />
He grinned. “I don’t know.”<br />
<br />
I rolled my eyes. The man did know, he just didn’t want to tell me. “Whatever,” I spat. “That’s just despicable.”<br />
<br />
Truth laughed and slapped me on the back.<br />
<br />
“Come on, fucker. You know you’re ready for our brand of crazy.” Truth tugged on my leather jacket, and I followed him. Reluctantly.<br />
<br />
I was always reluctant when it came to crowds nowadays.<br />
<br />
I lifted my fingers and ran the tips over my burned, scarred face.<br />
<br />
Fucking bitch.<br />
<br />
I can’t believe I let her do that to me.<br />
<br />
So stupid!<br />
<br />
Even now, a year and a half later, I was still kicking my own ass.<br />
<br />
Should’ve taken my mom up on the offer to stay in her house, hundreds of miles away years ago. Gotten away from my crazy now ex-wife before she went all psycho and fucked up my awesome life.<br />
<br />
“You coming?” Truth pushed.<br />
<br />
I nodded my head, took a deep breath, and walked into the hall with the rest of The Dixie Wardens.<br />
<br />
Taking a look around, I pasted on a fake half-smile and became the newest patched-in member of The Dixie Wardens MC-Alabama Chapter. Also known as The Dixie Warden Rejects.<br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>I’m just going to put an ‘out of order’ sticker on my forehead and call it a day.<br />
<br />
-E-card<br />
<br />
Aaron<br />
<br />
10 months later<br />
<br />
“New guy,” someone muttered behind me.<br />
<br />
I turned only my head to find Stone, the president, staring at me with hard eyes.<br />
<br />
“Yeah?” I asked him, dropping my bag on the floor and heading in his direction instead of out the door like I’d originally intended.<br />
<br />
“You’re here because you have a special set of skills that we need,” the leader of our band of misfits, Stone, drawled.<br />
<br />
I nearly laughed.<br />
<br />
“That sounds like a line out of a bad movie,” I muttered, wondering where he was going with this.<br />
<br />
He tossed me a glare and then yelled.<br />
<br />
“Truth!” Stone yelled. “Ghost! Get the fuck in here!”<br />
<br />
Ghost and Truth walked in the door at the same time, both of them turning to the side to walk through the standard sized doorway. Neither one of them gave up their ground and let the other go first.<br />
<br />
The moment they were inside, they both stared at Stone.<br />
<br />
“Ghost, hold Truth down so New Guy can give him the fuckin’ shot,” Stone grumbled.<br />
<br />
Ghost tackled Truth and wrestled him to the desk, then sat on him while Stone leaned back and watched.<br />
<br />
“No, motherfucker!” Truth yelled. “I don’t want it!”<br />
<br />
“It’s the fuckin’ flu shot, you dumb shit. Not a fuckin’ tracking device. Take a fuckin’ chill pill,” Stone grumbled, staring at the scuffle that was going down in front of him.<br />
<br />
I picked up the syringe from the table, similar to the one I’d used to give everyone else their flu shots with, and stabbed it into the meat of Truth’s arm.<br />
<br />
Truth bellowed in rage, and I flipped the guard up on the syringe before tossing it into the trash can.<br />
<br />
“Done?” I asked Stone. “I have to get to work.”<br />
<br />
Stone nodded.<br />
<br />
“Yeah, thanks.” He nodded. “Have fun at the nuthouse.”<br />
<br />
I grunted something unintelligible, causing him to laugh.<br />
<br />
“Don’t sound so excited,” he laughed.<br />
<br />
I flipped him off and walked out the door just as Ghost was letting Truth up.<br />
<br />
“Why you gotta be such a big motherfucker?” Truth growled. “If you’d been anyone else, I’d have gotten away.”<br />
<br />
“Why do you think I called Ghost instead of anyone else?” I heard Stone’s amused reply.<br />
<br />
I snorted and headed to the bag of trash that I’d abandoned, but stopped to fish out my phone from my pocket when I felt it start vibrating.<br />
<br />
“Hello?” I answered as I picked my bag up once again and started heading out for my bike.<br />
<br />
“Yo, fucker,” Booth, my brother, snapped. “When are you coming home?”<br />
<br />
I snorted. “I’m not.”<br />
<br />
“You are, too. Or I’ll fucking drag you here,” he countered. “You can’t miss the birth of my kid. I’d hate you forever.”<br />
<br />
I chuckled. “She have the baby yet?”<br />
<br />
“Not yet,” he said. “Soon. Maybe as early as next week if it doesn’t happen before then. Monday at nine they are inducing her whether she’s ready or not.”<br />
<br />
I swallowed as I thought about going back to the same hospital I’d spent a lot of shitty days in, and shook my head. “I’ll be there. What time? It’s not going to happen right off the bat.”<br />
<br />
“I don’t know,” he grunted. “Be here midafternoon.”<br />
<br />
I tossed the bag of garbage in the dumpster as I continued on my way to my bike.<br />
<br />
“I’ll be there. Kiss Masen for me,” I ordered as I straddled my bike.<br />
<br />
“Will do,” he promised. “See you soon.”<br />
<br />
Booth hung up and I pocketed my phone.<br />
<br />
“Brother again?” Ghost asked.<br />
<br />
I turned to find the creepy fucker directly behind me.<br />
<br />
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Why?”<br />
<br />
He shook his head.<br />
<br />
“Only time we see you smile is when you’re on the phone with him or his wife,” he said, sounding all philosophical and shit. “Just wondering.”<br />
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