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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Making the Cut (Saving Dallas #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Kim Jones
Language:	English
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She went searching for a one night stand and ended up falling in love with Luke Carmical, President of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club. Now she must decide how to handle the aftermath of Frankie’s brutal assault and the knowledge that Luke has been lying to her- about everything. Secrets are revealed and more lies exposed as Dallas Knox, CEO of Knox Companies, becomes more involved in the MC. She wonders if this life is enough for her, if this family is really what she wants. When circumstances present her with an unusual twist of fate, Dallas knows without a doubt, thatthis is the family she has longed for. New problems occur, traumatic events take place and lives hang in the balance as Dallas has to decide what is really most important in life. The journey is long. The outcome is uncertain. Can she Make the Cut?
Books in Series:	Saving Dallas Series by Kim Jones
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Prologue

Luke Five years ago

“So, this is the job? Some twenty-one year old kid who needs lookin after? I’m not a fucking babysitter, with all due respect.” This man had to be out of his mind. I had finally made it up the ladder and this was my first big job?

“This kid, as you call her, is the only chance this club has of surviving. Now the blood that was spilled five years ago is on your hands. You are the one that couldn’t keep a hold on Cutter. Now, he is out of jail and guess who has let him slip between his fingers once again.”

“It wasn’t my fucking job.” I growled at the prick sitting across from me. “Frankie was fucked up. I tried to keep him in check. I told you he was a loose cannon, and all you did was tell me to keep an eye on him. That hardly makes me responsible for the death of this girl’s parents.”

I had lost sleep too many nights over this shit. Frankie had told me he was going out for a beer. Little did I know that he was planning to knock off the guy who had sold the property out from under the club, or so he claimed. Unfortunately, his plan backfired when the only person there was Mrs. Knox. Herman was a no-show. Mrs. Knox was gunned down in her own shop, only after fucking Frankie’s face up with a Smith and Wesson pocket knife, giving him the name that would haunt him the rest of his life-Frankie the Cutter. He was immediately out bad with the club, and thank God this asshole had enough connections outside of Hattiesburg to make it disappear. Now, here I sat in front of him, once again, having the nightmare thrown back into my face.

“Look, Luke, I understand you want to straighten things out and hopefully get this club back on its feet. Everyone knows the gavel will be in your hands soon, but if this girl ends up dead the deal is off. You and your precious club go down. I have enough shit to put you boys away for years. The end of The Devil’s Renegades is very near, if you can’t keep this girl alive. If she falls and scrapes a knee, you better be there with a fucking band aid. You got it?”

I looked across the table at the man in front of me. I didn’t want to do this, but I knew it was necessary. How bad could this bitch be anyway? I would make sure Cutter didn’t get to her, and in return I would have full run of not only the club, but the whole state.

I stood up to leave, taking the envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills, and the file provided.

“I’ll look after her. Personally.” I said smirking. This was gonna be the easiest ten grand a week that I had ever made.

“I trust you’ll handle it, Luke. Now, get out of my office before someone sees you.”

I turned my back to him and headed out. “See ya around, Mayor.”

Chapter 1

Dallas

It had been two days since the incident with Frankie the Cutter. In two days, you would think one would have enough time to deal with the emotional stress that came with being hung in a barn, brutally assaulted, and lied to by the man you love. I knew that I would not be getting over this anytime soon, but crying nonstop and secluding myself from everyone, especially Luke, was getting a little old.

I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to have to look at that stupid barn or see Luke’s face, full of remorse and regret. I wanted to escape, but I knew that I couldn’t.

Last night when I got out of bed and saw my home full of people, who loved me, I thought I would be okay. When everyone hugged me and told me how much they cared and how they were so happy that I was in their family, I thought I would be okay. When Luke held my hand everywhere I went and constantly whispered reassurances in my ear, I thought I would be okay.

I was not okay.

I was a wreck. The nightmares that came, the paranoia that set in, and the unknown facts about mine and Luke’s relationship were taking their toll on me. Luke hadn’t tried to tell me anymore since my latest breakdown. Just the words, “Dallas, I’m sorry.” Caused me to sob uncontrollably and want to hide under the covers. That’s as far as he had gotten.

I told Red that I needed some time alone and managed to slip out of the house before she could ask questions or give me the “I’m here for you” speech. Now, here I sit, looking out at the “Secret Garden” around me. I was pretty much shielded from the view of the house, but the barn was in plain sight. I felt cocooned, sitting on the bench with my knees pulled up to my chin. I tried to concentrate on the fountain in front of me. The cascading water splashed onto my bare feet as it bounced off the concrete bottom. No matter where I looked, the barn was in my sights-calling me; reminding me of what I had endured there only days ago.

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Saving Dallas Forever (Saving Dallas #3) Read Online Kim Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/saving-dallas-forever-saving-dallas-3-read-online-kim-jones Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:42:45 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/saving-dallas-forever-saving-dallas-3-read-online-kim-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Authors: Kim Jones Series: Saving Dallas Series by Kim Jones
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Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)

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ISBN/ ASIN:	0991019822 (ISBN13: 9780991019823)
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Dallas Knox finally has it all; a man who loves her unconditionally, a relationship with her new found sister, and an MC family who has proven their loyalty time and again. Things are looking up for the CEO who was once a lonely woman filled with bitterness and resentment. The MC life has taught her what it means to be a part of something special. They have broken down her walls and filled her heart with empathy and compassion, resulting in Dallas becoming a person she can be proud of. But, when Luke is called to join forces with the Devil’s Renegades Lake Charles Chapter against another MC, Dallas will have to start all over, building relationships with a whole new group of ol’ ladies whose trust she has to earn. Not only is Dallas battling relationships inside the club, but ghosts of her past have come back to haunt her. Will the life she has chosen be enough to keep the demons at bay? Or is the desire for forever too far out of reach?
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PROLOGUE

DALLAS

PRESENT DAY

“Picture it, Sicily 1979, a beautiful young woman, trying to find her way in the world, meets an aspiring, handsome, business man for the first time.”

“You’re talking about you and dad?”

“No, I’m talking about Giorgio Armani. Your father was a schmuck.”

Despite the circumstances, I laughed as I listened to Sophia and Dorothy’s conversation from the T.V. sitcom, “Golden Girls”. Due to the blindfold I wore over my eyes, I couldn’t see them, but someone had been nice enough to leave the T.V. tuned to a decent show, and the volume loud enough for me to hear. I knew I was in a hotel somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I knew it was three men who had captured me, and I knew that at any minute now, my saving grace was going to burst through the door and rescue me. So far, I had not been harmed, other than my hair being pulled, and losing feeling in my arms and legs, due to the duct tape that bound them. Once again, I had been kidnapped and secured with thick tape that was sure to remove part of my skin when it was finally cut off. I mean, what the fuck was the deal with the duct tape? If this kidnapping shit was going to continue to happen in my life, then at least they could be professional about it, and use rope, zip ties, cables, or something other than damned duct tape. I was in a chair, between two full size beds, in a shitty room that could be rented by the hour. The sound of the door being opened had me smiling. He was here.

“What the fuck is so funny?” the voice asked. My smile disappeared, because it wasn’t the voice I’d been expecting. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you expecting LLC?” he asked, his voice laced with fake regret. I remained quiet and still, my mind racing as I prepared my next move, which wasn’t possible, because of the motherfucking shitty ass duct tape. “I don’t know what is so fucking special about you. I mean, a million bucks to take you out seems a little extreme. But, I guess if that’s what the buyer wants, then that’s what he will get. Since I have you here, all to myself, I’m going to have a little fun with you.” Don’t panic. Don’t panic. I kept my mind in a trance, thankful for the yoga classes I had been attending. Well, there wasn’t a whole lot of yoga, but laughter was therapeutic too, and there had definitely been a lot of that. I focused my mind, letting the happy memories of the past few weeks block out the rise of the terror growing within me. His footsteps moved closer, and I could feel his hot breath on my face. “Oh, what fun we are going to have.” I tried to tune him out. I tried to focus on the sound of the door opening. I took Sophia from the “Golden Girls” advice and tried to picture the moment, the look of shock on the face I had yet to see, the sudden intake of breath, as he realized his life was about to end, and the gunshots that would ring out to announce his death. I tried, and I failed miserably. He moved from in front of me, heading off in the direction of what I knew was the bathroom, giving me time to breathe a little more easily, regain control of my mind, and gather my thoughts.“Dallas, have you ever heard of waterboarding?” my deranged captor called from the bathroom.

“Like behind a boat?” I asked, incredulously. What the hell was he getting at? I guess he wanted to pull a Charlie and take me to Mexico to live out the rest of my days with him. Not gonna happen, shithead. I felt his presence again, and held my breath when he leaned over me. The blindfold was removed, and as my eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room, I saw that the man was wearing a ski mask. Well, shit. I really needed to see his face. He was of a large build, but that’s all I could tell. He wore a long-sleeved black t-shirt, black denim jeans, black boots, and black gloves. This man could be anybody. He walked to the door, opening it, and telling whoever was on the other side to put their masks on. Two men entered, one tall and lanky, and the other shorter, with a stockier build. They were both dressed in identical black attire to the first man.

“No, Dallas. Waterboarding is not to be mistaken for wakeboarding. Waterboarding is a form of torture. A towel is placed over the face, covering all airways,” he said, walking back to the bathroom, as the two men flanked me. “Then, water is poured over the breathing passages, and it gives the captive the sensation of drowning.” My breath quickened, along with my heart, as he talked. He emerged from the bathroom with the room’s ice bucket, which I was sure was filled with water. He sat the bucket on the cheap dresser, and went back to the bathroom, returning with two more buckets.

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Saving Dallas (#1) Read Online Kim Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/saving-dallas-1-read-online-kim-jones Thu, 22 Jun 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/saving-dallas-1-read-online-kim-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Authors: Kim Jones Series: Saving Dallas Series by Kim Jones
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 89259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Saving Dallas (Saving Dallas #1)
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Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	1301126799 (ISBN13: 9781301126798)
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When the self-righteous, millionaire bachelorette, Dallas Knox walks into Hattiesburg’s largest night club she is looking for one thing – a one night stand with no strings attached. What she doesn’t expect is to find herself at the mercy of the Devil’s Renegades Motorcycle Club and their President-Luke Carmical. Luke is dangerous, sexy, and dark. The life he lives is far different from the privileged life Dallas is accustomed to. Can she accept the lifestyle of an MC? Can she handle the domineering nature of Luke? Or is it too late to save Dallas from the path she has chosen…
Books in Series:	Saving Dallas Series by Kim Jones
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Chapter 1

Sitting alone in a bar, throwing back shots of Jack was not how I pictured my Saturday night. I had managed to wedge myself into a corner of the patio bar shielded by the drop door that led to the bartender's area. My intentions were to get drunk then make myself available to the first guy who could show me a good time with no strings attached. I was in a three-month slump and was ready to come out of hiding.

My ego had recently been crushed by my previous boyfriend who, I thought was in love with me -- not that the feeling was mutual, but I thought it ensured his devotion to only me. He was perfect -- great body, good job, fast car – and he was a machine in the bedroom. Come to find out, I was not the only woman under his spell. Catching that skanky bitch from Arby's in his bed, wearing nothing but a smile informed me of everything I needed to know. I was replaceable.

Being replaced by a five when you are nothing short of a ten can do some major damage to a girl like me. I'm used to getting what I want.

Being five foot four with a body most people only dream of can get you a lot when it comes to men. Not to mention my long, silky brown locks, my perfect teeth, and a smile that would make the devil himself bow down.

But all of the charm, looks, and money were not enough for Jeff. No, he had to go fuck it up with a fast food worker who drove a Honda.

So, for the past three months, I have been sulking, crying, feeling sorry for myself, and praying that a damsel-in-distress moment would come along so Jeff would feel the need to come running to protect and take care of me. It didn't happen. This was the real world, and Jeff was a prick, and I had stooped low enough to come to The Country Tavern to get laid by some lucky bastard.

The urge to pee hit me, and I was grateful for the change of scenery as I motioned to the bartender that I would be back and I came out of hiding. The bar had filled up, and the shots had definitely caught up to me. I put on my seductive face and made my way to the restrooms inside the bar. Passing the pool tables and the main bar, I scanned the crowd to look for any potentials, but none of these faces could compare to Jeff's. Scolding myself, I went into the bathroom and did my business.

On my way out, I paused and looked in the mirror at the lovely creature standing before me. "You can do this Dallas," I told myself. I straightened my black Dior minidress, pushed my long soft curls to the front of my shoulders so they fell over my breasts, and flashed myself a smile before sauntering out of the bathroom to accomplish my goal.

I headed back to the patio bar only to find my corner taken by a bunch of bikers. Great. Just fucking great. I pushed my way past them, ignoring the lewd comments, and asked the bartender for a Jack and Sprite. He gave me a small apologetic smile. "This one is on me gorgeous," he said as he passed over my drink.

"Thanks," I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Turning to face the crowd, I realized my chances of getting laid were slim to none if I continued to be surrounded by intimidating bikers, so I strolled over to the opposite side of the bar.

"Hello ma'am."

I turned to see the face of an attractive male sporting a cowboy hat and Wranglers that did amazing things for his package. "Well hello yourself," I replied with my best fuck me smile.

"I must say that you have to be the prettiest thing I’ve seen in here all night," he said with a southern drawl that had me smiling even wider.

"I was wondering if anyone would notice, or if I was just going to have to drink alone tonight." I could tell he was taking in the sight of my perky D cups as he took my drink, sat it on the bar, and grabbed my hand to lead me onto the dance floor. Dancing with a cowboy does something to a girl. Maybe it’s the way they hold you, or the way you feel respected and appreciated. Whatever that feeling is that you get, I didn't have it. This apparently was not a real cowboy. He was offbeat, drunk off his ass, and had hands that wandered over everything other than my waist.

"Whoa, cowboy," I said as we both nearly tripped over several strayed bar stools. What the fuck was up with this guy?

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That Guy Read Online Kim Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/that-guy-read-online-kim-jones Fri, 26 May 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/that-guy-read-online-kim-jones Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, Romance Authors: Kim Jones Advertisement

Total pages in book: 92
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He’s That Guy. You know, the hero in almost every romance novel. The super-rich, powerful CEO who is beyond sexy. Lives in a penthouse. Is wicked in bed. Has massive…feet. Is kind of a jerk, but really he’s not because he harbors some major secret that, once revealed, explains why he is the way he is—therefore completely redeeming himself and making all the readers who hated to love him swoon…. Yeah. That one. Well, I found him. I’m a writer who has spent years searching for the perfect muse. Now that I know he exists, I have a mission. To make him fall in love with me. This should be easy. I mean, I have issues, but above all, I’m a great catch. Problem is, I did a stupid thing. And now he hates me. Unfortunately for him, he’s my That Guy. And he’s going to love me…. Whether he wants to or not.
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Chapter One

Never in a million years did I think I’d be running down a sidewalk, bag of steaming dog shit in my hand with one pissed off owner and one really fast Golden Retriever on my heels.

People in Chicago take shit way too seriously.

What kind of person decided it was a good idea for everyone to make a habit out of picking up a hot dog turd? The park here even provides these little complimentary bags in a dispenser that has a picture of a dog holding a plastic bag in his mouth filled with his own shit.

In my small hometown of Mt. Olive, Mississippi, nobody cares where your dog craps. If you happen to step in some, you just scrape your foot on the grass until you get most of it off. If you walk in a store and see people sniffing the air, saying, “I smell dog shit” it’s a natural reaction for everyone to check their shoes. Then it’s a courtesy for the victim to say, “It’s me.” And everyone else nods in acknowledgment and points to the nearest grassy spot around.

Right now, home feels like a million miles away.

I dodge a parking meter and nearly mow down a woman with a stroller. “Sorry!” I hold my hands up and jog backwards as I continue to apologize to the woman. She glares back at me as she squats down by the stroller and unzips the screen to check on her baby. I feel ten kinds of terrible. Until the little Chihuahua cranes it’s tiny, scarf swaddled neck toward me.

For fuck’s sake…

Stupid Chicago.

Stupid dog.

Stupid shit.

Stupid Luke Duchanan.

It’s been years since I acted a fool in Target and had to take an anger management course. But I can still hear the voice of my coach in my head every time I get pissed.

“Now Penelope, it’s not anyone’s fault but your own that you’re in this situation. Let’s reflect on your actions that got you here.”

Yeah. Let’s do that.

Luke Duchanan stole my best friend’s heart while she attended a summer internship program here in Chicago. Six months later he crushed it when she caught him with his dick in another woman’s asshole. She moved back to Mississippi. In with me. And I’ve had to hear her cry and sniffle and sob and watch her drink all of my damn wine for the past two weeks.

So when she told me Luke had a dog shit phobia, I knew what I had to do. I had to max out my credit card. Fly to Chicago on the eve of the biggest damn blizzard the state of Illinois has ever seen. Put some dog shit in a bag, set it on fire on Luke’s porch and video him stomping it out.

I upload the video. It goes viral. I ruin Luke’s life. Make my best friend, Emily, smile. We go to a bar. She retells the story to a guy who’s hotter than Luke. They bang in the parking lot. Emily gets over her broken heart. And then she moves the fuck out of my apartment.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

Why?

Because it’s a struggle to find dog shit in Chicago, Illinois.

When I closed in on the huge pile of crap, my arm rolling six complimentary plastic bags deep, the owner asked me what I was doing. So I told him.

“Look man, I just really need this dog shit, okay?” I didn’t think he would chase me through the city, yet here we are. And there’s no damn way any of that is my fault.

Stupid anger management.

The dog’s bark becomes louder. I chance a look over my shoulder and they’re close. Too close. I take a quick left at the corner onto an even busier street lined with cars. The direction of the wind hits me head on and I’m blasted with arctic gusts of air so damn cold I swear I can feel pneumonia in my lungs.

Out of breath, cold, legs burning, chest hurting, I make a bad decision. I yank open the back door of a black limo and dive onto the back seat. No sooner than the door closes behind me, the owner and dog pass the car. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

That lasts all of two seconds.

I’m in someone’s car.

It’s all rich black leather and soft seats. Clean carpet and blacked out windows. Fancy decanter filled with amber liquid. Tinted partition. Is the driver on the other side? Of course he is.

“Miss Sims?” The voice booms through the speakers and I freeze. “Mr. Swagger asks that I drive you back to his apartment once you’ve finished shopping. Would you like to go there now?”

Swagger? Mr. Swagger?

My eyes move to the intercom. To the door. Back. “Yes, please.”

Why did I say that? In that accent? I am not British. Or Australian. And I’m not sure which of the two I replied with. I always get them confused…

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