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<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Axle's Brand (Death Chasers MC #3)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</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 />
Fate is just a made-up word used to give us hope or absolution. We find hope when we believe bad things happen to us for a reason. We find absolution when we feel as though the wrongs of our past were just fate’s twisted design to bring us to our present, and all of it was out of our hands.<br />
Of course, I sort of change my mind after meeting Axle. The man with scars and haunted, cold eyes. The man who only warms when he is around me. The first man I believe won’t cost me my life. The first man I’ve ever believed to actually be honorable, despite the fact he’s a ruthless criminal.<br />
Only the craziest of fates could have put us in the paths of each other. More of a collision course, really. Life gets complicated. Shit happens. And I sort of fall harder than I thought possible.<br />
The first time we met, I was in my pajamas and cowering on the floorboard of his SUV, hiding from my very insane brother. Lovely first impression, I assure you. The second time we met, I was literally skating around a bunch of corpses, because I’m slightly crazy like that. Long story.<br />
Obviously my second impression had just as much impact as my first. Because he fell head-over-heels in love with me in that instant. Kidding. That last part is complete bullshit. Axle is far more complicated than insta-love nonsense. Which is one of my favorite things about him.<br />
Everything about us is perfectly complicated and wonderfully disastrous. It’s what every girl dreams of…as long as they’re as crazy as I am. <br />
And I’m just crazy enough to hold on, because I don’t mind being the psycho chick in roller skates, who is flipping fate the bird when it tries to intervene again. It’s just one of my quirks. Turns out, I’m Axle’s brand of crazy too.<br />
Life should be really freaking interesting. Or catastrophic. Or psychopathic. I guess it depends on how much madness you can embrace.<br />
***Adult language, Sexual content, Violence, Not fit for someone who loves rainbows in books. Never mind. There’s a rainbow in here. <3<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/death-chasers-mc-series-by-c-m-owens">Death Chasers MC Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>PROLOGUE<br><br>2 years ago…<br><br>“I’m just saying, vajazzling is the new bikini wax. Girls have more bling down there than rappers have on their teeth nowadays,” Ezekiel says, grinning over at me. “What about you, Maya? Do you vajazzle?”<br />
<br />
I roll my eyes, settling down on the comfy couch of the lounge, darting a gaze across the street where our parents are having their meeting. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I see them shifting around, my father smiling as he shakes the hand of Ezekiel’s father.<br />
<br />
Kendra’s father is next, taking his turn to shake my father’s hand. It’s not the friendly handshakes that have my attention. It’s the tension in all their bodies. I can tell something is wrong.<br />
<br />
“Maya?” Ezekiel prompts.<br />
<br />
“You should take her silence as an admission of guilt,” Carlisle says, smirking over at me as I turn my attention back to the group.<br />
<br />
Ingrid bursts out laughing as I give him a horrified expression. “How did you know?” I ask seriously.<br />
<br />
Ezekiel and Carlisle both give me stunned, gaping looks, until I crack a grin and wink at them. “No, I don’t have bling on my vagina,” I finally tell them, rolling my eyes. “I barely make the time for a bikini wax because I get tired of probing fingers down there.”<br />
<br />
“No probing fingers; just probing cocks then?” Kendra volleys, giggling.<br />
<br />
“Exactly,” I deadpan.<br />
<br />
As they all break out into laughter, I turn my attention back to the window. Only a street divides us. My parents are up three floors and across said street, but I can see them clearly through the glass from here.<br />
<br />
Anyone in this building can. Not that they mind, since no one knows who they are. But I still don’t like seeing them so exposed.<br />
<br />
Something feels wrong.<br />
<br />
Or maybe I’m just living in a constant state of paranoia lately.<br />
<br />
Something has felt wrong for a while.<br />
<br />
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Kendra asks as she sips her cocktail.<br />
<br />
“Thomas is in Manhattan with some of his old college friends tonight. I didn’t bother telling him where to find me, because he’s rather annoying when he’s drunk,” I answer with a smile to hide my annoyance.<br />
<br />
I honestly have no idea where he is, but I’d rather not say that aloud. Our relationship is…unhealthy most days. Toxic on others.<br />
<br />
“What about Lathan?” Ingrid asks me, her laughter tapering off. “Where’s he?”<br />
<br />
Just as I see my mother sit down by my father, I once again look at my friends.<br />
<br />
“My brother is absent. As always. He’s been an ass since Father made it official that I was the next in line for the Family. So I didn’t tell him where we’d be tonight.”<br />
<br />
“He’s known that his entire life,” Ezekiel states dismissively. “Your father didn’t want the Family split in half, and Lathan is too hooked on drugs to be a leader.”<br />
<br />
“I’m aware. But hearing it made official has sent him into a tailspin. More drugs than usual. More girls than usual. More everything and less attendance. I haven’t seen him in weeks.”<br />
<br />
“So he’s icing everyone out,” Carlisle surmises.<br />
<br />
“Not Father. He spoke to him today, but he only told him of the meeting he had to attend, and Lathan apparently hung up on him during the conversation. Father was trying to get him to go to rehab, and asked him to come by after he got back from the meeting. Didn’t go well.”<br />
<br />
Ingrid blows out a breath, about to say something, when suddenly the building we’re in shakes hard. The floor rattles beneath us, as noise—just a steady, ear-splitting, undefinable noise—tries to deafen us.<br />
<br />
Windows shatter, and Ezekiel tosses me to the ground, his heavy body coming down on top of mine. It’s all a blur of motion, nothing making sense.<br />
<br />
Screams sound like distant echoes, and I manage to peer up as the building stops moving. My eyes go to the mostly shattered windows, and my heart leaps out of my chest.<br />
<br />
I don’t know when I get up.<br />
<br />
I don’t know when I start screaming.<br />
<br />
I don’t know when I start fighting against Ezekiel’s hold, or when he even starts holding me back, preventing me from falling to my death in a quest to save my parents.<br />
<br />
It’s like it all went black for a second, and suddenly I was at the broken windows, staring in disbelief at a room my parents couldn’t have escaped.<br />
<br />
Ezekiel is still holding me back as I scream, trying to reach for the burning building across the street as the fire rushes from the room, chasing the outside air.<br />
<br />
A second explosion triggers, and I’m launched backwards, the heat and pulse of it so strong against me that it knocks the breath from my lungs.<br />
<br />
I blink, wondering when I got back on the ground, wobbling as I stand back up. Ezekiel is unconscious beside me, and Ingrid is slowly lifting herself off the floor, a cut on her head.<br />
<br />
A ringing is constant in my ears, making everything else background noise. I see Carlisle’s lips moving as he comes to me, shaking my shoulders, but all I can do is stare past him and across the street at the destroyed top half of the building.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC #4)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</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>B07H9G7J7S</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
There was a time when I was a princess with no power. I had no choice but to run, because I wanted control over my own life. However, when you spend your life planning your next escape, you forget to do the living stuff. <br />
At least until the past comes back to remind you why you ran in the first place. Aside from my brother, there's only one other person from my past who could hold any power over me now. <br />
I...just wasn't expecting him to have gotten so batshit crazy. Rush... <br />
The boy prospect who grew up into a scary killer with very little morality left inside him. <br />
I should be a little more terrified about how obsessed he seems to be with me, but...I'm just warped enough to overlook the crazy. Mostly. It's not a real romance unless it starts with a kidnapping, right?  <br />
Yeah, my life has always been a crazy house. The more things change, the more they stay the same... <br />
***Warning: This is a dark romance and not a healthy, wholesome relationship. <br />
**Violence warning, Language warning <br />
**Can be read as a stand-alone.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/death-chasers-mc-series-by-c-m-owens">Death Chasers MC Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Prologue<br><br>7 years ago…<br><br>KARA<br><br>“Would you ever just go away with me?” I ask Rush, lifting my head up from his chest just enough to peer into his eyes.<br />
<br />
“Where? And for how long?” he asks around a yawn, his arm fastening tighter around my waist.<br />
<br />
Pop still has a week left on a long ride. As a prospect, Rush isn’t allowed to go on the big rides with them yet, since he still has to earn his place. And part of earning that place is keeping the warehouse clean, guarded, and stocked in their absence.<br />
<br />
Only a few others who aren’t really trusted yet are still here. However, there are so few, that Rush and I have been able to actually spend real time together without having to sneak around so hard.<br />
<br />
My father would kill him, and my brother may decide to do the same. Never can tell with Drex. He’d either not care at all, or he might kill Rush just for the disrespectful approach. Depends on his mood.<br />
<br />
My father would do it just to hurt me. No doubt about that.<br />
<br />
Rush doesn’t think that though. He thinks we’re being overly cautious.<br />
<br />
Because he thinks he’s one of them, and he’s not. He’s just too naïve to see it.<br />
<br />
“I can get money out of the account, and we can go to Bali or something just as exotic and sexy,” I tell him as I drag a finger down his chest. “And we’d stay gone, using some more money I have stashed away for a rainy day.”<br />
<br />
He tenses, and I try to distract him by dragging my hand down farther. He captures my wrist, halting my descent, and looks at me like I’m crazy.<br />
<br />
“Why would we do that?” he asks seriously.<br />
<br />
Because he doesn’t see.<br />
<br />
And I don’t want to get him killed by opening my mouth too soon.<br />
<br />
“If I bought two plane tickets tonight, would you go?” I ask him.<br />
<br />
That story will be printed tonight, and by tomorrow, the cops will be coming to arrest Herrin. He won’t have a chance to get out of it. The paper has all the proof, even if my brother refuses to listen to me.<br />
<br />
Drex’s head has been twisted, since Pop has actually doted on him all these years, grooming him to be the perfect protégé. Drex can’t step outside the bubble of lies long enough to examine the truth.<br />
<br />
Maybe if I’d been doted on, I’d be just as fucking clueless, because I wouldn’t want to see. Just like he doesn’t.<br />
<br />
He wouldn’t even hear the evidence, let alone see it. He doesn’t want to know, because that would mean he’d have to face the truth.<br />
<br />
And life as he knows it would be blown all to hell.<br />
<br />
Unlike me, he likes his life.<br />
<br />
Just like Rush.<br />
<br />
Just like them all.<br />
<br />
Rush continues to hesitate, thinking over my question. “I’d rather we just stay here. I’ll eventually earn my cut, and we can ride with them. Your dad won’t mind us together once I’m really in the club.”<br />
<br />
The smile on his face is just too honest. Even though he was tossed around and kicked out of home after home until Sledge took him in last year, he’s still too naïve about just how cruel people can be.<br />
<br />
“If I said I wanted to leave it all behind and just go be normal, happy people, would you go with me?” I go on, needing him to agree so I can tell him everything and we can get out of here before Pop gets arrested in another state tomorrow night.<br />
<br />
He runs his finger down my cheek, a confused smile on his lips.<br />
<br />
“No. Because we’re not normal. We’ve both seen shit that prevents us from being like the Barbies and Kens out there. This is home, Kara. And it’s the first time I’ve ever really had a home.”<br />
<br />
“Home is just a blanket word used to describe a sense of belonging, and we can belong anywhere we want to together,” I tell him with a soft smile. “Let’s just go far away from here.”<br />
<br />
I start to lean up to kiss him, but he moves out from under me with angry, jerky movements.<br />
<br />
“What the hell is going on with you?” he snaps as he stands and starts pulling on his jeans with his back to me.<br />
<br />
Sitting up and keeping the sheet clutched to my chest, I take a shaky breath.<br />
<br />
“Seriously,” he snaps, not looking at me as he dresses. “You’ve been acting weirder and weirder for months now.”<br />
<br />
It’s like pulling off a strip of wax. It’ll take too long to slowly try to peel it back from the edges. It’s better to just rip it off.<br />
<br />
“A few months ago, I discovered that Herrin killed my mom, and—”<br />
<br />
He bursts out laughing, and my heart sinks as he turns around and looks me in the eyes with an incredulous expression.<br />
<br />
“Your mom was a junkie. And—”<br />
<br />
“My mom and Drex’s mom both died from a drug overdose, and you think that’s a coincidence?” I ask bitterly, tired of trying to coax him into this when he should be willing to go without hesitation if he really cares about me.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>A Redo (Sterling Shore #6)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</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>B00XMKOH2W</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
Allie Thrash <br />
Wren Prize is the asshole who got me pregnant seven years ago. And gave me a false name. And walked out of the hotel without a backward glance. Sure, I know I wanted to have sex just as much as he did, but I didn't want to be tossed aside like garbage the second it was done. I also wasn't planning to get pregnant. <br />
Now, after seven years of hating the jerk, I'm living in his city, because it's a small world and I found him by accident. Yes, I realize how crazy that must sound, but my luck is just that bad. The problem is, the Wren Prize of today is not the Wren Prize I've envisioned castrating all this time. And I hate that I can't hate him the way he deserves to be hated. In fact, I'm terrified I might just be stupid enough to be falling for him. <br />
<br />
Wren Prize <br />
A daughter. I have a daughter. And I've missed over six years of her life because I decided to go for the world's biggest jerk award. I'm supposed to be the cool-headed one, the mature one, the one everyone goes to for advice. Yet I'm the one who fucked up the most. Sadly, I don't even remember that night. Too much fun, too much sun, and way too much booze. <br />
It's hard to ask for a second chance when you don't even remember the first chance you had. And every time I'm around Allie, even when she's casting me glares that prove she wants me dead, I can't help but wonder what that night was like. Well, what it was like before I ruined her.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/sterling-shore-series-by-c-m-owens">Sterling Shore Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>ALLIE<br><br>Three months ago…<br><br>Hey, Wren, it’s me—the girl you fucked in Cancun seven years ago. By the way, you have a six-year-old daughter because of that night. I couldn’t tell you then because you left me with a fake name, you asshole. But now I’m telling you. Even though I hate the very sight of you, you still need to be a father because Angel deserves one.<br />
<br />
Yeah… That’s probably not the way I need to tell him about my… I mean, our daughter.<br />
<br />
Calm, Allie. Calm.<br />
<br />
I groan while tossing the lettuce into the shopping cart, wishing there was a manual to tell me what to do. Do they have brochures for this screwed-up situation? Doubtful. Only my luck can be this bad.<br />
<br />
For months I’ve been stewing over what to do since I found him by fluke.<br />
<br />
I never thought I’d find him, and now I’m living in his city. How can I speak to him? What should I do?<br />
<br />
On one hand, I should be an adult. I know that night wasn’t supposed to turn out like it did, and he didn’t deliberately impregnate me.<br />
<br />
On the other hand, I can’t help but loathe the very sight of him. And the bastard did give me a fake name!<br />
<br />
Abhorrent as his actions were, I’m even more disgusted with myself for just jumping into bed with a guy that I only knew for a few hours. What did I expect?<br />
<br />
No. I won’t shoulder this blame. I won’t. I refuse. I might have made a poor decision, but he made a worse one by lying about his name.<br />
<br />
I would have contacted him immediately if I could have. Stupid, jackass liar. When did my life get even more complicated than it already was?<br />
<br />
And Angel is caught right in the middle of our bad decisions. It’s not her fault, and I don’t have the right to deprive her of a father just because of my own pride and hurt.<br />
<br />
As I move down the canned food aisle, I start running through everything that could go wrong. What if he wants to try and take her away from me? What if he breaks her heart? What if he doesn’t want anything to do with her? What if…<br />
<br />
Shit. I forgot to grab juice.<br />
<br />
Abandoning my shopping cart in the aisle, I jog back to the end to grab the juice, but I slam into a hard body before I ever even get close.<br />
<br />
“Holy shit!” I gasp when I start to fall, but strong arms wrap around me, tugging me toward that incredibly warm, strong body that I’ve just collided with.<br />
<br />
“Easy now. Are you okay?” a soft, deep, almost familiar voice asks.<br />
<br />
My body tingles against his touch, and I mentally count the days since I last enjoyed someone’s touch this much… Shit. I can’t count that far. Especially when I’m distracted by the strong chest in front of my eyes. Even though he’s wearing a shirt, I can see lines of muscle, and I have to stop myself from running a hand up the stranger’s body.<br />
<br />
What the hell?<br />
<br />
A strong, masculine scent mixed with some delicious cologne winds around me, and I get lost in two sensations—touch and smell.<br />
<br />
I’ve lost my mind, and I apparently miss sex more than I realized.<br />
<br />
“You okay?” the voice prompts again, and I finally peer up from his chest, looking at him from under my lashes.<br />
<br />
A subtle hint of sexy stubble lines the strong jaw above me. I normally don’t like facial hair, but that jaw has me seriously reconsidering my stance. The second I take in his face, my color drains, my body stiffens, and my breathing stops.<br />
<br />
This world can’t be that small. It’s not possible.<br />
<br />
“Should I get some help?” he asks, concerned, and my gaze lingers on his lips.<br />
<br />
“I’m fine,” I breathe, even though I’m not fine at all.<br />
<br />
This can’t be real. He’ll remember me any second now, and I can’t seem to put words together to explain things before he gets the wrong idea.<br />
<br />
He continues holding me against him, tipping my chin up, and my breath catches in my throat when he gives me an easy grin. How can the snake look so tempting when I’ve felt the brutal sting of his venomous bite before?<br />
<br />
“I’m Wren,” he says, that smug look of his irritating me now.<br />
<br />
“We’ve met,” I say bitterly, stepping back. Okay… so stepping is not so easy. It’s more of a wobble.<br />
<br />
Internally, I curse my legs for turning to rubber.<br />
<br />
“Is that so?” he asks, smiling bigger while propping up. “I doubt it. There’s no way I would have forgotten you. What’s your name?”<br />
<br />
He’s kidding, right?<br />
<br />
“Allie,” I say with a tense jaw, glaring at the bastard who continues to smile, seeming unaware of the fantasies running through my mind—fantasies of castration and throat punching, not dirty fantasies. Nothing dirty at all.<br />
<br />
You hate him, Allie. Don’t get fooled again by the skin.<br />
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RUBY KROSS <br />
Who is Corbin Sterling to me? That's what people always want to know. He was my first friend. He was the love of my life. And he was my only heartbreak. The problem is that I love the big jerk, and I've refused to give up our friendship, even if it does mean it'll eventually ruin me. So, to answer the question... Corbin Fucking Sterling is the Bane of my existence; that's what he is. <br />
<br />
CORBIN STERLING <br />
People tell you to learn from your mistakes, but the problem isn't learning from them; it's undoing them. I wish I could go back and undo a lot of shit. Maybe then I wouldn't feel tortured every time Ruby calls me her "best friend." <br />
This might be the last chance I have to make everything right, but she's sure as hell not going to make it easy. The games we play will either finally stop, or turn into what I've always wanted. This time I won't fuck it up. Hopefully. <br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/sterling-shore-series-by-c-m-owens">Sterling Shore Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>CHAPTER 1<br><br>RUBY<br><br>The bell chimes over the entryway, and reflexively my eyes move up to see who has just walked in. I immediately regret having reflexes.<br />
<br />
The second I see him, my body has all the usual reactions. My heart flutters, my body tenses, my mouth waters, and… oh yeah… I get a slight fever. It’s like I revert back to feeling like an unsure teenage girl instead a confident woman. Sad, huh?<br />
<br />
But it happens every time I see him.<br />
<br />
Corbin Fucking Sterling.<br />
<br />
His long, jean-clad legs slowly reduce the distance between us, as he saunters toward me with a walk that has everyone in the shop turning to take notice. Women immediately start drooling, forgetting there’s a permanent stretch of ink getting tattooed on their bodies when they try to twist around to get a better view.<br />
<br />
I pause the tattoo I’m working on, considering I’m hella distracted. The woman in my chair turns around, and a surprised breath leaves her lips, making me envious since my breath is trapped in my throat.<br />
<br />
Corbin smirks, reveling in the attention he always garners. His T-shirt is stretched across his broad shoulders and expansive chest. His tall body is sculpted like a work of sexy art, and he knows it.<br />
<br />
He’s the only guy with longer hair that I’ve ever been attracted to. The dark, soft, straight, silk-like strands hang almost to his shoulders, and I try not to think back to the times my fingers have been tangled in that hair.<br />
<br />
His amber eyes stay trained on me, determination pooling in their depths. Those lips that I know too well are still fixed in that cocky smirk, and a shaky breath finally expels from my lungs before I suffocate.<br />
<br />
He has that much power over me even after all these years. Moving back to Sterling Shore might have been the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I thought I could handle it, but now… I’m not so sure.<br />
<br />
Swallowing against the knot in my throat, I force my eyes away, returning them to the task at hand. I look down and finish buzzing the final touches on the woman’s tattoo, making the small wings on her hip come to life.<br />
<br />
“I’m Sarah,” the woman in the chair tells Corbin, whose shadow has engulfed me. I refuse to look at him, knowing he’s hovering over me now. If I had to guess, I’d put money on the fact he’s still wearing that trademark smirk of his.<br />
<br />
“Corbin,” he says absently, sounding amused as I continue to pretend as though he doesn’t exist.<br />
<br />
I glance up as the woman’s mouth goes slack, her wheels turning as she places his face.<br />
<br />
“Sterling?” she shrieks. “You’re Corbin Sterling?”<br />
<br />
In Sterling Shore, all Sterlings are royalty. As if they need anything else to make them more desirable.<br />
<br />
Stupid Corbin. Stupid city. Stupid woman who won’t sit still.<br />
<br />
“I’m almost done,” I tell her, trying not to let my irritation show. “Just a few more seconds.”<br />
<br />
She freezes, but I know she’s completely unaware of what I’m doing. Without looking, I know she’s gawking at Corbin, just like every other woman in here. And the men are probably looking, too.<br />
<br />
“Are… um… you… um…” Sarah seems to be unable to form a full sentence. I know her pain. I’ve just trained my mouth to work around him—when I’m not ignoring the dickhead.<br />
<br />
“I’m here to see Ruby,” he tells her, a smile in his voice.<br />
<br />
He’s standing too close, and I can smell his spicy mix of cologne that has me on the verge of moaning and wishing I could pull him close just to inhale him deeper.<br />
<br />
“You?” Sarah asks, looking down at me as though she’s horrified of such a thought.<br />
<br />
Sure, I don’t look like a Sterling Barbie doll. Never have. It’s one of the reasons I was happy to leave this town. But this place has always been home despite its shallow ways.<br />
<br />
“I’m Ruby,” I tell her, rolling my eyes when her nose crinkles.<br />
<br />
This is my shop, or doesn’t she know that? I’ll gladly kick her out if she tries to insult me.<br />
<br />
She looks like the perfect girl for a model shoot, and I just added a dainty set of happy wings on her hip to add to her pretty features. Her platinum blonde hair is a stark contrast to my darker, almost black hair. Her perfectly smooth tan is much darker than my lighter one that is full of random tan lines.<br />
<br />
She’s built like a playboy centerfold with a bursting chest, and I don’t bother glancing down at my far less impressive bra size. Even though her eyes immediately go there, probably wondering if I fill out a C cup, or if I’m still in a B. I make a C work, dammit.<br />
<br />
“Are you two together?” Sarah asks, offending me with the disbelief in her tone.<br />
<br />
Her eyes roam down my inked arms, taking in the colorful pops of various blue flowers on one arm and red roses on the other, even though she doesn’t ask what they mean. Her eyes drift to the neckline of my tank top, moving over the vine that just touches the base of my neck from my shoulder.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Property of Drex #1 (Death Chasers MC #1)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</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>B01D073K4C</h6></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><strong>Book Information:</strong></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td colspan="2"><br />
EVE <br />
What’s the most selfless thing you’ve ever done? What price tag would you put on the ability to save the ones you love? <br />
They say the worst decisions are made by the desperate or the fools. I was desperate enough to make a foolish decision to save my family. The cost? Me. <br />
They may be a motorcycle club, but in all honesty they’re really an elite unit of criminals who just happen to drive motorcycles. They’re a business. An organization. A fully functioning army… <br />
What I’ve learned? They work in the gray area; life and death is real; and everyone wants everyone dead. Okay, so maybe that’s dramatic… No. No it’s not. It’s legit. <br />
I prepared for the worst, fully anticipating hating my new life. Turns out, I finally found out where I belonged. Oh, and I discovered I’m a little twisted or crazy. Maybe both. <br />
Drex Caine, the man without a conscience, didn’t ruin me the way I thought he would. Instead, he made me feel like I was living instead of just waiting to live. And I can never go back to the way things used to be. <br />
*Graphic Language, Sexual Content, Dual POV <br />
Please note: Book 1 does end on a cliffhanger, but book 2 has the conclusion and will be released March 28, 2016. After book 2, the rest of the series can be read as stand-alone novels without cliffhangers and will have different main characters featured.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/death-chasers-mc-series-by-c-m-owens">Death Chasers MC Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>EVE<br><br>“You should strip. These clothes aren’t going to cut it. And I also need to search you. Everywhere.”<br />
<br />
He removes his hand and steps away, watching and waiting, and I swallow hard. The painful knot in my throat only grows as I reach for the hem of my shirt. Taking a deep breath, I pull it off quickly.<br />
<br />
His eyes are on me, watching with open interest as I move to my jeans. As much as I’d like to draw this out and delay the inevitable, I also don’t want to keep dreading the first time. The sooner I’m naked, the sooner the suspense ends. I’ve prepared myself for what I hope is the worst.<br />
<br />
“You know what’s going to happen to you, right?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest as I push the jeans down my legs.<br />
<br />
He takes a deep breath as I step out of them.<br />
<br />
In nothing but my pink, cotton underwear, I try to find the courage to meet his gaze, keeping my expression as impassive as possible under the grim circumstances.<br />
<br />
“I know.”<br><br>Chapter 2<br><br>EVE<br><br>Two Days Ago…<br><br>“So you came to me because you need money. For your family,” Benny says, stroking his beard as he eyes me. It’s not a question; he’s just laying the facts out there, summarizing.<br />
<br />
Swallowing back my nerves, I chance a glance at Ben, my best friend since grade school. When he suggested asking his dad for help, I wasn’t planning on it being this intimidating. Then again, I should have.<br />
<br />
Walking into the clubhouse for the Hell Breathers motorcycle club—one of the biggest around—should have reminded me how stupid this is. But desperate and stupid go hand in hand, it seems.<br />
<br />
“Yes, sir. My dad left behind a huge—”<br />
<br />
“The details aren’t necessary,” Benny interrupts, his creepy grin spreading as his eyes roam over me, appraising me in a way that leaves me feeling like I need a shower. “All that matters is that you know what will be expected of you. You’ll do anything asked. As a somewhat intelligent girl, I’m sure you can figure out the consequences if you try to change your mind.”<br />
<br />
Some of the other bikers step up, smirking for the most part. Several lick their lips suggestively, warning me of what’s to come. This isn’t what I had in mind, and now I wish I’d worn a sweatshirt to hide me better, even though it’s hot as hell outside.<br />
<br />
“Dad, you can’t—” Ben’s words are cut off when he’s slapped down to the ground.<br />
<br />
It all happens so fast that the action doesn’t even have time to register in my mind until it’s over. I want to look down to see if he’s okay, but I’m too scared to take my eyes off Benny now.<br />
<br />
“You know better,” Benny says, talking to his son, but keeping his eyes locked on me. “I don’t give away money for free. If Eve wants it, she’ll have to agree to the terms.”<br />
<br />
A wave of nausea slams into me, making it impossible to stand here without turning pale, or maybe I’m turning puce. I should have expected this when he told me to bring proof of a clean bill of health, yet I was naïve enough to believe Ben’s father would see me as a child instead of a woman.<br />
<br />
“Think about it, Eve,” Benny says, turning his back on me as he faces his menacing crew. “You have two days to decide what to do. If you say yes, remember how permanent it is. Once you’re in, you’re always in. If you say no, then... well, good luck.”<br />
<br />
With that, he and his guys walk off, leaving me at the entryway with a bleeding Ben. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, regret and anger shading his eyes.<br />
<br />
“I’m sorry, Eve. I didn’t know he’d do this. I swear I thought he’d just give you the money.”<br />
<br />
My lips tighten into a thin line. I forgot a very important fact in life; you never get something for free.<br />
<br />
The depths of depravity I would have to face isn’t worth it. Not with a man who I grew up knowing as my best friend’s father. It’s just sick.<br />
<br />
“Come on. I’ll get you out of here,” Ben says apologetically. “We’ll figure something else out. I have a little money saved up. It’s nowhere near enough, but it might help you until you can get more.”<br />
<br />
I have to figure something else out, because this is no longer an option.<br><br>Chapter 3<br><br>EVE<br><br>“Ben called to talk to you. Says he can’t reach you on your phone,” Mom says softly as she comes out of the twins’ room.<br />
<br />
Moving past her, I peek in to see both of my five-year-old brothers sleeping peacefully in their separate beds. One more day before Benny The Sicko shuts the door on his disgusting offer. But I don’t know how else I can get that sort of money.<br />
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﻿<table id="bookdetailstable">  <tr>    <th><h2>Read Online Books/Novels:</h2></th>    <th><h2>Property of Drex #2 (Death Chasers MC #2)</h2></th>  </tr>  <tr>    <td><h4>Author/Writer of Book/Novel:</h4></td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens</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 />
The conclusion of Property of Drex.<br />
NOTE: Release week price won't last long.<br />
What’s the most selfless thing you’ve ever done? What price tag would you put on the ability to save the ones you love?<br />
They say the worst decisions are made by the desperate or the fools. I was desperate enough to make a foolish decision to save my family. The cost? Me.<br />
They may be a motorcycle club, but in all honesty they’re really an elite unit of criminals who just happen to drive motorcycles. They’re a business. An organization. A fully functioning army…<br />
What I’ve learned? They work in the gray area; life and death is real; and everyone wants everyone dead. Okay, so maybe that’s dramatic… No. No it’s not. It’s legit.<br />
I prepared for the worst, fully anticipating hating my new life. Turns out, I finally found out where I belonged. Oh, and I discovered I’m a little twisted or crazy. Maybe both.<br />
Drex Caine, the man without a conscience, didn’t ruin me the way I thought he would. Instead, he made me feel like I was living instead of just waiting to live. And I can never go back to the way things used to be.<br />
*Graphic language, Sexual Content<br />
The rest of this series will have other main couples featured.<br />
  </td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books in Series:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/series/death-chasers-mc-series-by-c-m-owens">Death Chasers MC Series by C.M. Owens</a></h3></td>  </tr>  <tr>    <td>Books by Author:</td>    <td><h3><a href="/authors/c-m-owens">C.M. Owens Books</a></h3></td>  </tr></table><br><br>Chapter 1<br><br>DREX<br><br>What does a concussion feel like? It makes me feel pretty fucking stupid, and it feels like the worst hangover in history, minus the fun of drinking.<br />
<br />
I blink my eyes several times as the doctor finishes looking me over. He frowns down at my attire, which is just my jeans, since that’s all I bothered to put on when Drake showed up at my house. Glad I put on that damn much.<br />
<br />
“You’re sure Eve is okay?” I ask Axle, who takes a deep breath that doesn’t make me feel too good.<br />
<br />
“I made sure of it. Drake has her.”<br />
<br />
The doc is on our payroll, and has been for a while. So he says nothing before backing out of the hospital room. Death Dealer cuts are everywhere outside the room. I catch glimpses when they open and shut the door.<br />
<br />
Private rooms for concussions aren’t protocol for the hospital, but being off the radar from a cop is our protocol. So private room it is. Would hate to mess up our relationship with the local PD.<br />
<br />
Obviously the head injury slows my thought process, because it takes a second for Axle’s words to register. When they sink in, I explode off the side of the bed and land on my feet.<br />
<br />
“Why the hell does Drake have her?”<br />
<br />
Axle comes quickly when I sway, feeling like a dizzy bastard from the head rush just standing up gave me.<br />
<br />
“Easy, dumbass. You’re in here for a reason.”<br />
<br />
“Why the fuck does Drake have her?” I repeat, ignoring his warning.<br />
<br />
He tightens his lips and looks over his shoulder toward the door before returning his gaze to me.<br />
<br />
“Your dad wanted us to bring her to him. He didn’t say why, but obviously I didn’t want that to happen while you were unconscious. Dash seems to think Herrin wants her dead, which also seems to be the general consensus amongst the rest of the group. The guys are blaming her for this, because the attack coincided with the phone call she made not too long before.”<br />
<br />
My jaw clenches, and I shake my throbbing head, trying to keep my eyes open. It’s hard to do. I feel groggy as hell and things keep doubling, then singling, then doubling again. Fuck me.<br />
<br />
“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve heard. That phone call was two weeks ago.”<br />
<br />
“And we both know it takes a minute to organize a hit like that, so two weeks would be a good preparation period. She keeps amassing more and more coincidences. They’re starting to think you’re too close to her to notice the threat she poses.”<br />
<br />
I crack my neck to the side while finally retaining my balance. I still feel heavy and off kilter, but I manage to stay vertical.<br />
<br />
My stomach is being a bitch, because it takes all I have not to get sick. Damn concussion.<br />
<br />
“You good?” Axle asks.<br />
<br />
“No. Fuck no. I don’t want Drake around my girl. In case you don’t remember, he has a score to settle over a damn woman.”<br />
<br />
Axle tightens his lips before blowing out a breath. “Dude, I hate to say this, but the girl keeps being the center of trouble. She shows up, and so do the cowboy feds who are bolder than any before. We also lose our contact inside the FBI because he’s sidelined. The ATF don’t want to waste their time on us, but a special task force from the FBI gets our scent and won’t go away? Then, there’s a raid on our place. Now this?”<br />
<br />
He gestures around to the sterile room I’m in. I can’t help but laugh now.<br />
<br />
“And you think Eve is in on it? That she has deliberately put herself in the line of fire?”<br />
<br />
He stops and thinks for a minute, and something close to regret crosses his eyes. “I did. Until I saw the way she was hovering over you when I got there. She was on top of you, shielding you. She even looked like she might attack me if I tried to touch you. Drake had to pull her off you to get her to budge. Then she didn’t want to leave your side. Dash even took a nut-shot because he interfered. It’s why I let Drake run off with her, because I knew he’d keep her safe.”<br />
<br />
Yeah, maybe some pride swells up with hearing how she handled things. But before I can ask where Drake took her, the door to my room opens. Pop walks in with Sledge, Snake, Dash, and Hershel.<br />
<br />
I immediately notice Dash limping, and I can’t help but smirk. But my amusement fades fast when Pop speaks.<br />
<br />
“Drake isn’t answering his phone,” Pop says, glaring over at Axle. “Why the hell did you send her with him?”<br />
<br />
Axle shrugs, not acting affected by Pop’s glower. “Drex seemed to be more important than his old lady. We had to torch the house and get him out of there. For all we knew, his brain could have been bleeding or some shit. I wasn’t willing to risk fighting over her when time was wasting.”<br />
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