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My Biker, page 1
Iron Fiends MC
Book 1
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Winter Travers
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Table of Contents
Chapter One | Sloane
Chapter Two | Aero
Chapter Three | Sloane
Chapter Four | Aero
Chapter Five | Sloane
Chapter Six | Aero
Chapter Seven | Sloane
Chapter Eight | Aero
Chapter Nine | Sloane
Chapter Ten | Aero
Chapter Eleven | Sloane
Chapter Twelve | Aero
Chapter Thirteen | Sloane
Chapter Fourteen | Aero
Chapter Fifteen | Sloane
Chapter Sixteen | Olive
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Passing the Torch
Riding the Line
Royal Mess
Changing Lanes
Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
Fractured Brotherhood
Ride the Wind
Chase the Sunset
Freedom Ride
Skid Row Kings Series
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PowerShift
BangShift
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Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash
Freak
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Brinks
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Lean Into It
Knees in the Breeze
Midnight Wreckage
Thrill Seeker
Livin’ on the Edge
Blacktop Freedom
Ride or Die
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Love on the Mat
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Holeshot
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Sweet Burn
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Stand Alone Novellas
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Trapped with the Bad Boy
Daddin’ Ain’t Easy
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Wanting More
Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool
Tangle My Tinsel
Mr. Motorcycle
Oral Communications
Coasting In
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
About the Author
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Chapter One
Sloane
“YOU OWE ME.”
I dropped a tote of books on the bed and sighed. “Don’t act like you didn’t have a hell of a time, Dove.” I blew my hair out of my face and sat on the edge of the bed. “And we’re not even done yet. We still have to see Jamie Begley, Winter Travers, Kristine Allen, KL Donn, and Laramie Briscoe.”
“The fact you can name these authors like they are you
“It’s Saturday, and you need to grab a drink, and then we are heading back down to the signing. We still have two hours.” I had splurged on the VIP tickets with early entrance times, and we would take advantage of every minute.
Every. Minute.
I needed to tell Jamie Begley how much I loved the Last Riders, Winter Travers that I aspire to be Alice and find my own Wrecker, Kristine Allen how I adored the Iced series, KL Donn how I loved Cage and Magnolia, and Laramie Briscoe needed to know I loved every word she has ever written.
“Why don’t you go down there, and you can call me when you need a wheelbarrow to bring your books up to the room.” Dove motioned to the five stacks of books on the dresser under the TV. “Hell, I really do think I am going to need a wheelbarrow to get all of these to the car. How much money did you spend, girl?” Dove laughed.
“That is a number only god and I know.” And that was how it was going to stay. I worked hard, and I spent my money the way I wanted to after all of my bills were paid.
“A thousand?” Dove guessed.
I shrugged and grabbed my cup off the bedside table.
“Am I hot or cold?” she asked.
I pursed my lips. “Cold.”
Dove’s mouth dropped open. “Higher?”
I stuck out my thumb and motioned up.
“Sloane,” Dove groaned. “You are insane.”
I was not. I had been planning to attend Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem for over a year, and I had calculated and saved for these six hours.
“But these are all of the books you got, right?”
My eyes darted to the floor, and I took a sip of my water.
“No,” Dove gasped. “More?”
A lot more. “I need to finish up the Last Riders series, and Winter was having a deal on all of her books.”
“All of her books? How many is all?” Dove demanded.
I squinted and pretended to think about it. “Uh, I think it’s like sixty or something.” It was actually seventy-two. And I had also got most of Kristine’s, KL’s, and Laramie’s to pick up as well.
We had about one hundred and fifty more books to get before the day was over.
Yeah, I would keep that number to myself. Dove could be surprised once we got them all.
“You really are crazy.” Dove bent over and opened the mini-fridge. “I’m going to need an energy drink to help get me through the next two hours.” She grabbed a bright pink can and popped the top. “Please tell me we can just lay by the pool all night once the signing is over?”
“If that is what you want to do, then I am good with that.” I wasn’t sure I would actually wear my swimsuit, but if Dove wanted to chill by the pool, that was the least I could do for her. “Hopefully, we can get food by the pool.”
Dove wagged her finger at me. “If we can’t, then we’ll eat and then go to the pool. I swear Texarkana doesn’t get as hot as Lake Conroe does. I am sweating my titties off.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re crazy, Dove. It’s the same temp here as it is back home.” Yes, we were over four hours away from home, but we were in the south in either place.
Hot here and hot at home. I screwed the lid back on my bottle and set it on the dresser. “Now, let’s go. Time’s a-wastin’.”
“Are you sure we have to go back down?” Dove whined.
“Yes.” And we needed to get back down there if we were going to fight the lines and see whom I wanted to. “We can stop by Darlene Tallman’s table and get you another shot, deal?”
“And I want to find the moonshine,” Dove insisted.
I rolled my eyes and patted my back pocket to make sure I had money and my ID. “I don’t care what you do as long as you’re not too drunk to help me get everything back to the room.” Dove would more than likely drive me insane if she stood in line with me.
Dove tsked and flitted her hand at me. “I can handle my booze, woman. I just want you to know that I may not know what right now, but you are going to owe me huge for this weekend.”
I adjusted the messy bun on top of my head in the mirror and quirked my lips. “I look like a hot mess.” My purple hair was a literal rat’s nest on top of my head, my makeup had all but melted off my face, and I had given up trying to pull my shorts out of my non-existent thigh gap. My thighs were eating my shorts, and I wasn’t going to get them back until I got undressed later.
“You got the hot part right, Sloane. You are hardly a mess, though.” Dove moved next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. “Now, let’s get going because I think there were Jell-O shots by the moonshine.”
“This is a book signing, Dove, not a frat party.”
She winked at me in the mirror. “Oh, Sloane, I more than know that. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a room full of sexy romance authors and readers.”
Now that was something I could more than agree with.
Book signings were a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem was no exception.
Chapter Two
Aero
“You seeing what I’m seeing?”
I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up on the ottoman in front of me. “Chicks with books?” I asked. We had claimed one group of chairs off to the side of the reception area and were waiting for our rooms to be ready. We were only staying for one night.
“A lot of chicks with books,” Cue Ball chuckled. “A fuck ton, brother. I don’t think I have ever seen so many women in one place before.”
“Yeah, and none of them give a fuck about you,” Yarder growled.
A group of women with bags filled with books passed by us. One of them even had a wagon filled with books.
“Whoa, whoa,” Dice interrupted. “Did you not see that big ass banner at the front doors? Motorcycles, Mobsters and Mayhem.” Dice circled his finger in the air. “We are two of those words, guys. These chicks dig bikers, and we are bikers. And mayhem is pretty much our middle name. We know how to have a damn good time.”
“You’re a dumbass,” Yarder grunted. “Those chicks want a fucking fairytale, brother. We are far from a fucking fairytale.”
I stroked my beard and smirked. “Speak for yourself, Yarder. I think I could show these chicks what a night with a biker could be like.”
“Keep your dick in your pants,” Yarder ordered. “We’re doing a charity run, not trying to lay every book nerd in the building.”
“Come on,” Cue Ball insisted. “You’re telling me we have to try to be little choir boys with all of these chicks running around?”
Yarder reached for his drink. “No fucking trying to it. You are going to be good little boys, or I’ll cut your balls off.”
Dice covered his crotch with his hand. “Jesus, bossman. Chill the hell out. What’s with you telling us to keep it in our pants?”
“Because we’re not home, Dice. This is not our fucking territory,” Yarder explained.
“Is it anyone’s territory?” Stretch asked.
Compass shook his head. “Nah. There are a couple of clubs in Houston, but none of them claim Conroe.”
“That’s because this place is loaded with money and doesn’t need a club trying to rule over it.” Yarder took a drink.
“So, we’re fine if we want to flip a few skirts around here, then. Not like we’re gonna be stepping on another club’s toes here, anyway. It’s a resort filled with people from out of town,” Fade shrugged. “We’ll never see these people again.”
“Swear to Christ, I’m the prez of a frat, not a motorcycle club.” Yarder finished his drink. “Do whatever the hell you guys want; I just don’t want any of it landing back on my door.” He pointed at Pirate. “And I’m looking at you when I say that. If you pick the wrong chick to mess with, I don’t want her ol’ man coming to me about it.”
Pirate rolled the toothpick between his teeth and winked. “Not my fault I’m a beacon to the chicks who are in shitty relationships.”
Yarder stood and pulled a twenty out of his pocket. “I’m going to smoke and then check about our rooms being ready. Just stay the fuck out of trouble, yeah?” He dropped the twenty next to his glass and headed out the large front doors.
“Have fun, but keep it on the down low, boys. We are here doing shit for charity.” Compass nodded in the direction Yarder headed. “You know Yarder gets pissy when we’re not on our own turf.”
I waved my hand in the direction Yarder had walked. “He needs to have another drink and just chill out. We raised a shit ton of money for charity today, and tomorrow all we gotta do is drive home.” The hard part was done, and now we got to sit back and have a little fun.
