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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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For a solid five years, Jasper Madden has done nothing but look the other way when it comes to Calliope Hodges. At first, she was way too young for him, barely eighteen the first time he laid eyes on her. It also didn’t help that he’d witnessed her at the lowest of lows, practically making peace with rock bottom.
But as time goes by, he realizes that Calliope is different. She’s a brave, stunning young woman that has slowly captured his heart while he was watching from the shadows.
He knows that it’ll take time for her to realize that he’s not the enemy, but instead her saving grace. So he decides to play the long game.
For years, he’s waited in the periphery for her to be ready. He stands right there, knowing that one day she’ll look up and finally see him as the man that is desperately in love with her

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Prologue

Um. The element of confusion.

—Coffee Cup

JASPER

It was the beeping that woke me. Not the pain.

At least, not at first.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

God, would someone shut the freakin’ beeping off?

“I want him treated like royalty,” someone nasty said. “I want him treated like the goddamn pope and Mariah Carey had a child, and produced him. You treat him better than you ever treated anyone ever, and I’ll make sure this hospital is rewarded.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Drews,” a timid voice replied.

Mr. Drews.

Was this Bayne Green’s campaign manager? I thought he hated me.

Why would he be here?

“You there, you.” I heard the same annoying voice, likely belonging to this “Mr. Drews” say. “You right there. Look at me. Do you want to be fired?”

God, I sure the hell would if I had to deal with him.

“I’m a volunteer,” the woman’s voice said. “You can’t fire me.”

“I can get you banned from ever working in this hospital again!” he declared loudly.

“Mr. Drews,” the woman said quietly. “Your shouting is not good for the patient. In fact, all studies show that a calm environment helps patients heal. Something that Mr. Green desperately needs right now.”

Mr. Green. Who the hell was Mr. Green?

“Mr. Green won’t remember that I was here,” Mr. Drews growled. “Look at him, lying in that bed. He can’t hear he’s so high on drugs.”

“He can hear,” the calm voice replied. “Trust me on this.”

I was inclined to trust her even more, because it was apparent she was handling the asshole perfectly.

“Listen…”

I must’ve passed out after that, because the next thing I remembered was a woman’s voice saying, “I know that you’re a fancy country singer and all, but your manager is a freakin’ horrible person.”

That soothing voice again.

I wished I knew her name.

As if she’d heard my thoughts she said, “My name is Harlow Degraw. We’re about to become best friends.”

And she was right.

“When you wake up, we’re going to discuss how awful he is, so you can find a new manager. No one wants someone like that working for them.”

What was she talking about?

I didn’t have a manager.

I blinked open my eyes, and pain burst to life everywhere.

It was like all I needed to do was see and then I was reminded.

Fire.

Screaming.

A bomb.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

I blinked twice, even though it hurt worse than anything I’d ever experienced, and focused on her.

What I did not do was turn my head to get a better view.

“You want pain meds?”

I blinked.

She pressed something near my side.

“Two blinks for no. One blink for yes.” She stood up. “You’re on a morphine pump,” she explained. “It’s inside your hand right now, can you feel it?”

No.

No, I couldn’t feel it.

What I could feel was the pain that felt like fire licking at almost every nerve ending.

“You were in a fire,” she said softly. “Do you remember?”

I blinked once.

“You have third-degree burns on fifty-two percent of your body,” she whispered. “They’re very bad.”

I blinked once.

“Do you want me to get a doctor so he can explain?”

I blinked once.

Yes.

“I’ll go get him. He can tell you everything.”

The doctor did, in fact, tell me everything.

Or what he thought was everything.

“Mr. Green,” the doctor said after he recounted everything that had happened. “Is there anything you have a question about?”

Like I could fuckin’ answer.

I’d just learned that those third-degree burns extended up to my face, covering half of it from hairline to chin.

I couldn’t even move my mouth without that fire licking at me.

What I did know was, I wasn’t Mr. Green.

I was Jasper Madden, and these people had the wrong man.

Prologue II

Dead people anonymous.

—Jasper’s Secret Thoughts

JASPER

1 year later

“It’s not every day that a man comes back from the dead.”

He could say that again.

Though, it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard it about eighteen times a day since I’d done just that.

“What do you suggest I do?” I asked. “I want my life back.”

“You can have your life back,” the lawyer that I’d acquired said. “You just have to fill out paperwork to do it.”

Goddammit.

I’d been filling out paperwork for the last six weeks it felt like.

My sister’s wedding had started a chain of events that led me to here, right this second.

I was at a lawyer’s office trying to find out what I had to do to get my name officially tagged as ‘no longer deceased.’

Because, in the eyes of the law, right now I was dead with a capital Fuck.

I couldn’t get a job because my Social Security number listed me as dead.

I couldn’t rent an apartment—again, I was dead.

I couldn’t get my bank account—dead.

I couldn’t do anything but fuckin’ exist at this point.

Which was why I’d been spending so much time in the gym.

Except for this morning.

Today, I was at the lawyer’s office filling out paperwork, only to be told that I needed to fill out more. Then the US government needed to approve it before I could get my Social Security number released back to me.

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Forced Proximity (Content Advisory #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/forced-proximity-content-advisory-7-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:28:14 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/forced-proximity-content-advisory-7-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Content Advisory Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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Finnian “Apollo” Reins met Dru Noel Rossi at his lowest.
She was a bright ray of sunshine in his darkest, cloudiest night.
He had no clue that he needed her. He was just struggling to keep his head above water, going from day to day, waiting for it to be his time to go.
But then she catches his eye in the swankiest restaurant in Washington DC. She’s wearing all black and sticks out like a sore thumb among the elitists’ otherwise dressiest affairs. She may have been severely underdressed, but that didn’t stop Finnian from following her every move and becoming obsessed.

So of course, when she leaves, he follows her. And wouldn’t you know it, she goes right back to his hometown.
But that’s not the first coincidence between the otherwise complete opposites. It’s just a long line of chance encounters that force them together, time and time again, and show them what they’re missing.

She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever met, and understandably, is hesitant to get anywhere near a Truth Teller like him.
The Truth Tellers MC got their hard, terrifying reputations for a reason.
But Finnian wears her down with his charm, while showing her what it’s like to be with someone that won’t hesitate to take out the entire world as long as it makes her smile.
He has to have her in his life, and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen. A little light stalking, financial blackmail and forced proximity never hurt anybody

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APOLLO + DRU

Finnian “Apollo” Reins met Dru Noel Rossi at his lowest.

She was a bright ray of sunshine in his darkest, cloudiest night.

He had no clue that he needed her. He was just struggling to keep his head above water, going from day to day, waiting for it to be his time to go.

But then she catches his eye in the swankiest restaurant in Washington DC. She’s wearing all black and sticks out like a sore thumb among the elitists’ otherwise dressiest affairs. She may have been severely underdressed, but that didn’t stop Finnian from following her every move and becoming obsessed.

So of course, when she leaves, he follows her. And wouldn’t you know it, she goes right back to his hometown.

But that’s not the first coincidence between the otherwise complete opposites. It’s just a long line of chance encounters that force them together, time and time again, and show them what they’re missing.

She’s the sweetest thing he’s ever met, and understandably, is hesitant to get anywhere near a Truth Teller like him.

The Truth Tellers MC got their hard, terrifying reputations for a reason.

But Finnian wears her down with his charm, while showing her what it’s like to be with someone that won’t hesitate to take out the entire world as long as it makes her smile.

He has to have her in his life, and he’ll do just about anything to make that happen. A little light stalking, financial blackmail and forced proximity never hurt anybody.

One

In my next life, I’m coming back with money and good looks instead of all this sparkling personality bullshit.

—Apollo’s secret thoughts

DRU

“She’s a fat, lazy, ugly bitch, and I’m not looking forward to having kids with her.”

My teeth gritted hard, and I had to grab onto the table’s edge to keep myself from launching myself backward and use my feeble fists on the sack of shit.

I couldn’t believe that I was here, listening in on this, in Washington, DC, of all places.

But I’d gotten into a fight with my sister, again, about her stupid husband-to-be, and I no longer knew what to do.

That was why I was here, listening to this conversation, in the middle of a crowded restaurant that charged three hundred dollars for a six-ounce steak that wasn’t even prime cut.

Luckily, the water was free, and the chips and hot sauce—which were absolute shit because the north didn’t have nothin’ on Texas hot sauce—were somewhat affordable.

I surreptitiously glanced over at the man that was with Eugene and found his eyes on me.

I quickly looked away, my heart in my throat at being caught looking, and cursed myself for being so obvious. If I’d just acted normal, I wouldn’t have looked so suspicious.

I looked back, determined now to make it seem like I hadn’t looked away because I was suspicious.

And again, my gaze caught the man sitting across from Eugene.

This time when our gazes caught, neither one of us looked away.

I’d never in my life seen a man so damn sexy.

He wasn’t a massive guy. More compact and streamline.

He was wearing a three-piece suit, and he wore it very well. It was apparent that he’d had it custom made to fit his body. There wasn’t a single piece that didn’t fit him perfectly.

While I was watching, he leaned forward in his seat and took off his jacket, and my breath caught.

Because what I thought was a sexy man before just turned ten times hotter when he handed the jacket to a man that seemed like he appeared out of nowhere and started to roll up his sleeves.

That’s when I caught sight of the tattoos.

He had them all down the length of one forearm, while the other remained completely bare.

My gaze snagged on the watch, and I shook my head.

Patek Philippe.

I only knew the name brand because Eugene wore one and liked to shove it down my sister’s throat that he could afford one and Daniella couldn’t.

Hell, that watch cost more than I made in a single year as a charge nurse at Dallas Memorial.

I idly wondered if the sexy man with the tattoos, salt and pepper hair, and well-manicured beard shoved his successes in other people’s face like his lunch companion did.

I shifted in my seat and allowed my gaze to snag on the man’s hands.

His hands were rough-looking, letting me know that he wasn’t just a pretty face. He knew how to put in some hard work, too.

“…What is it that I can do for you that you can’t get from anybody else,” sexy silver fox drawled. “You could go to anyone for this bill and they’d gladly join your cause.”

Eugene leaned forward, acting like he was the man’s best friend when he said, “Because you’re new. And everyone likes you. They like that you’re down to earth and caring. You are this bleeding heart of a state representative that stands for all the causes that matter most to the American people.”

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Ugly Duckling (Content Advisory #6) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/ugly-duckling-content-advisory-6-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:14:57 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/ugly-duckling-content-advisory-6-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Content Advisory Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)

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It wasn’t easy being considered the ugly friend.

She’s known since she was young that life wouldn’t be easy, and that she would have to work hard for everything she got. Life was tough when you had a face that only a mother could love.

For years, Sutton Sway goes through life knowing that she’s never going to have a happily ever after that she’s always dreamed of. So she settles. She marries not for love, but for companionship, choosing a man that she never should’ve looked twice at, all so she could have a family of her own.

That family never happens, and within a year, she’s divorced and right back where she started.

Just when she’s at her all-time low, thinking life couldn’t get much worse, in walks Gunner Penn.

Gunner Penn, her protector. The man that saved her from all her high school bullies and proved to her that there were good men in this world.

He was the man that she’d compared all other men to, and probably always would.

But he’s not the Gunner she remembers. He’s harder, less forgiving, and a whole lot less happy.
He hates everyone and everything and doesn’t care who he offends.

That hate and anger for the world and its occupants doesn’t seem to include her, though.
No, Gunner Penn doesn’t hate her at all.

In fact, he’s loved her since high school. She was just too traumatized by life to see it.
But she sees it now. She feels it. She lives and breathes it.

Gunner Penn lost her once. But he won’t lose her a second time.

Not if there’s breath left in his body

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Prologue I

Life is what happens when your cell phone is charging.

—Sutton’s dad to Sutton

SUTTON

Age fifteen

“You’re beautiful, baby.”

I looked at my mother and knew that she was lying.

I wasn’t beautiful.

I was hideous.

She didn’t have to lie.

I had a great body—that was really all I had going for me.

Tits and ass, abs and long legs that could win me any race that I wanted.

I was the most sought-after athlete in the school, yet still the most bullied person, as well.

The last comment I’d heard before leaving school today had come from a girl in track who’d gotten smoked by me during practice.

Too bad she’s so damn ugly. Her and Gunner could be the power couple of the century. But Gunner’s way too good looking for her.

Ugh.

Gunner Lewiston.

He was the yin to my yang in the sports world at our school.

Gunner was the king of our high school.

Our freshman year, like me, he made every senior sports team that he tried out for.

Unlike me, he was God’s gift.

He was so damn pretty.

He had curly hair that fell in decorative ringlets all around his face. Blond curls that blew around his face and always bounced back into place. He was tall, well over six feet two inches at age sixteen.

He played varsity soccer, football, and basketball. But where he really shone was on the baseball field.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that he would be making it to pro for baseball.

If he wanted it, he’d have it.

“I’m not,” I disagreed with my mom. “I’m hideous. My nose is too big for my face. My eyes look like anime eyes, and they’re fucking boring brown at that. And my face is disproportionate.”

“Honey,” she whispered.

“I know I’m not attractive,” I continued. “I’ve overheard plenty of boys at school say that as long as they paper bagged me, they’d do me. And all of the girls aren’t very quiet about how ugly I am. I know you’re trying to be nice because I’m your kid, but let’s be completely honest here.”

My mom cupped my face in her hands. “Sweetie, just know that it won’t always be like this. You’ll grow into yourself, and someone will want you for who you are as a person.”

Meaning, I’ll probably always be ugly, but some guy might see past the ugly face and eventually marry me for my personality.

I huffed a laugh. “I have to get to school. I love you.”

She kissed me on the cheek and held out my lunch to me.

I took it with barely a grimace and started walking toward the door.

Of course, the first person I ran into on my way into the school was Gunner Lewiston.

He smiled when he saw me. “Hey, Suttie.”

I grimaced. “Don’t call me that.”

He grinned. “How are your legs after that run this morning?”

“Sore,” I admitted. “It was a full effort run.”

“That’s why you smoked Rocky.” He laughed.

Rocky was my best friend. She was also second best at everything because of me.

I loved her dearly, and she loved me right back.

But there was no competition.

She was the beauty queen, and I was the ugly best friend.

“She’ll get there,” I lied.

He winked. “Not to where you’re at.”

No, not to where I’m at.

“Have a good day, Gunner,” I called out.

He knew better than wishing the same for me.

We both knew I’d have a shitty one.

SUTTON

Age sixteen

“Ewwww,” I heard said. “Why’d he ask her? God, can you imagine staring into that face all night?”

I stiffened.

Aleah.

But it was the way that Marx, my date for the prom, laughed that had my back going ramrod straight.

I pulled away, my frown ferocious, ready to run.

“I can’t believe you actually got her to go with you,” another boy said from my left side. “I guess you win the bet after all.”

My stomach all but sank to my knees.

“Now that she’s here, pay up, boys!”

I watched as everyone slapped five dollars in his hands, including all the girls now surrounding us.

My belly was roiling by the time that I ran outside.

“Stay in the gym!” I heard yelled behind me.

I wasn’t sure if they were talking to me or not, but I ran out of the gym anyway.

I went directly to the parking lot and stopped because I realized that I’d been stupid and let Marx pick me up.

He’d been so nice all night.

He’d taken me to dinner at Outback.

He’d gotten me a corsage.

He’d smiled for pictures.

And all of it was a damn lie.

I wasn’t crying, though.

What would be the point?

“Suttie?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Gunner walking out to his Jeep.

He was wearing dirty baseball pants, no shirt, and slides over his dirty-socked feet.

“Hey.” I cleared my throat.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled. “Dance tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s the junior prom.”

He frowned. “Who’d you go with?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Marx. But I just found out the only reason he took me was because of a bet with what feels like the entire junior class.”

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Mistaken Identity (Content Advisory #5) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/mistaken-identity-content-advisory-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:13:12 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/mistaken-identity-content-advisory-5-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Content Advisory Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)

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From the moment Creole Williams met Audric Ingram, they were inseparable.

But not the way one would think.
They shared a best friend.
What they did not do, however, was like each other.
You could say that it was a war to win the best friend title.
The only problem was, their best friend would never choose a clear winner. So they spent their teenage years fighting it out. What Audric didn’t know, though, was that Creole was desperately in love with him.
The same went for Audric. He wanted Creole more than his next breath.
But it was never the right time.
Then life happened, and it kicked them both in the teeth.
One second they’re acting, and the next the anger is real, and neither one of them can stand to be near the other.
For years, they fight it out, one-upping each other to the point where neither one of them can be in the same room with each other without things going to hell.
Then one day their best friend dies, and they have to figure out a way to live without her.
There’s no fighting anymore, at least verbally. Physically, however? They let their bodies duke it out the fun way.
But in the end, neither one of them wins.

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One

I know life is unfair, but this is fucking absurd.

—Audric’s secret thoughts

AUDRIC

Twelve Years Ago

“Thanks for the ride,” my best friend, Laney, called out.

Her best friend, Creole Williams, didn’t do more than flip me off.

I sneered at her in reaction.

Fucking Creole Williams.

She was the worst person on the planet.

We fought like cats and dogs, and swear to God, if she gave me the chance, I’d rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out.

She was the hottest person I’d ever seen.

Long legs—goddamn, they were the bane of my existence.

Tanned, soft skin—I only knew her skin was soft because I had to help her into my truck today. Thank god for big tires and my summer job.

Beautiful, crazy blonde hair that was so wild and curly that it would never be tamed.

But my most favorite thing about her was her Caribbean-blue eyes.

They always felt like they were spitting fire and usually aimed toward me.

“You’re welcome, Lane,” I said. “You’re also welcome, Creole.”

Creole didn’t bother turning around and giving me any acknowledgment.

Not that I expected any.

She’d hated me for the last six months now, and I had no idea why.

One day we’d been the Three Musketeers, and the next, Lane was the only one that would talk to me.

I knew it had something to do with a party that we’d been at after a football game during last season, but I had no idea what I’d done that made her hate me so much.

The drive home was uneventful, but my brain was filled with thoughts of Creole, and what I could’ve possibly done to make her not want anything to do with me anymore.

I’d even asked Laney multiple times, but she was just as confused as I was.

Neither one of us knew what had happened that day, and likely, we never would since she was such a private person.

I guess we should be thankful she was at least talking to Laney still.

I pulled into the driveway and groaned when I saw my dad still wasn’t home.

He worked forty-eight hours on, ninety-six hours off for the Dallas Fire Department as a paramedic and firefighter.

Oh, and he lived across the street now in my grandmother’s house.

He should’ve been home this morning right after I left for school, but if he wasn’t there yet, that meant that he was probably still at the firehouse.

Fuck.

I looked across the street at my mom’s house and groaned.

I hated going over there.

Even worse, sometimes I felt like when I went over there, my mom hated me as much as she now hated my dad.

Probably, she had a right to.

When my dad moved out, I’d moved out right along with him.

Because no way was I staying at my mom’s place all alone.

I might get lost in all the shit and never be found again.

My mom was a hoarder.

It all started a couple of years ago when my little sister died during a robbery at the supermarket.

When the dust had settled after my sister’s funeral, Mom had decided never to leave the house again. Along with all of the shit that entered the house.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen her throw a single thing away since she’d rage-cleaned my sister’s room the day before she’d died.

Drawing a deep breath into my lungs, I got out of my truck that was in my grandma’s driveway and walked across the street while shoving my keys into my pocket.

The house was quiet when I made it inside.

I looked around, my face turned down in a frown.

“Mom?” I called.

My mom and dad had split three months ago.

Dad had found another woman that he fell in love with, and instead of forcing himself to stay and make a marriage between him and my mom work when it couldn’t, he’d left.

He hadn’t gotten with the other woman yet, though.

He was giving it time, being respectful.

Not rubbing it in.

He planned on waiting a year before he made his move on the woman that he fell in love with.

Which I completely respected.

My parents hadn’t ever had a great married life.

I could remember from my earliest memories, my mom and dad fighting like cats and dogs.

Once I was older and could understand why they were fighting, I never could figure out why they were still together.

Dad was a great dad—that was why I lived with him instead of my mother.

I loved him, and he loved me.

He came to all my games—even if he had to bring the entire firehouse with him when he was at work on those days.

Meanwhile, Mom never bothered.

She would make sure that all my papers were signed for athletics and school, but damned if her ass would ever leave the house.

She was agoraphobic.

She hadn’t always been that way.

However, one day she left the house for groceries, and the next she never did it again.

My dad allowed it to continue, and before either of us knew it, she was so far gone that she couldn’t even step outside to check the mail.

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Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/other-woman-drama-content-advisory-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:27:00 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/other-woman-drama-content-advisory-4-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, MC Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: Content Advisory Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
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Piers “Webber” Webb knew two things for certain.

One, he needed to stay the hell away from Silver Donahue. Two, he didn’t think there was a chance in hell that he could.

He tries, though.

For a solid year, he does his best to be dismissive to the point where he appears cold and threatening.

But when Silver finds herself in danger, he forgets why he was giving her the cold shoulder to begin with.

The thing is, Silver didn’t forget.

***

Silver Donahue was so deeply in love with Piers Webb it was disheartening. Especially knowing he didn’t like her back.
She’s determined to live her life, but with Webber always on the edge of her existence, she knows it’s futile.

But she tries.

The thing is, there’s no way you can ignore Piers Webb when he’s aiming that dark and deadly gaze your way.

She’s determined to keep him at a distance, until one night she has to pick him up on the side of a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. That one moment of need on his end is all she needs to realize a few things.

He’s as scary as he wants her to believe, and killing a man and disposing of a body is a daily practice for him.

She should run so far in the opposite direction, because he has so many red flags, even a toddler wouldn’t be able to ignore them.

But she’s always proven she makes bad decisions.

But Piers Webb is going to be the best bad decision she’s ever made

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Prologue

Once I put two and two together, I got something 4 your ass.

—Webber to Copper

WEBBER

The feeling when I was introduced to my club brother’s wife’s sister, Silver, felt like an electric jolt went straight through my body.

I even flinched at the jolt.

There she was, all that black hair and big, cornflower blue eyes, and she was physically impossible not to stare at.

“She’s seriously the best person I know,” Aella, Chevy’s wife, said. “I don’t think that she has a bad day ever.”

I swallowed hard and had to physically turn my body so that I didn’t keep staring at her.

“She doesn’t look like you at all,” I pointed out the obvious.

Chevy’s eyes caught mine, and I could tell that he was studying me closely.

Chevy, being a doctor and an anesthesiologist at that, he studied micro movements all day long.

He could tell that something was wrong.

Yet, he stayed at his woman’s side with his arm curled around her waist, holding her close.

“That’s another awesome thing,” Aella chattered on endlessly. “My sister and I are sisters, but not twins. My mom’s body released two eggs. Then she was with two different men in a few-day period unprotected. One of the men got my mom pregnant with me. The other got my mom pregnant with Silver.”

Aella’s mom got pregnant by our club brother, Cakes.

But if Cakes wasn’t Silver’s dad, who was Silver’s dad?

“Barry Donahue is Silver’s dad,” Aella continued to chatter. “You know him?”

I clenched my teeth.

I knew him.

Everyone knew Barry Donahue.

A disgusting excuse for a human being.

Not that I would tell Aella that.

Chevy and I connected gazes again across the top of Aella’s head, and I gave an almost imperceptible nod.

No, I would not be mentioning what kind of garbage Barry was.

I would keep my mouth shut.

I wouldn’t say a word, and maybe the topic would never come up.

I turned away from Chevy again, but when I did, my eyes automatically went to Silver again.

Silver Donahue.

Motherfucker.

What were the odds that Chevy would bring in someone related to that piece of filth?

Silver’s eyes suddenly looked up and she caught me staring at her.

She smiled, and I had no choice but to look away, or she’d see my frown.

My phone rang in my pocket, and I thanked the good lord that I had a distraction that could take me out of the room.

I softened minutely when I saw who it was that was calling.

“Eedie,” I said to my seventeen-year-old daughter. “Where are you?”

“Dad,” Eedie said, frustration clear in her voice. “You’re never going to believe this, but he took my car again!”

He.

Gritting my teeth, I steeled my spine and said, “Where are you?”

“Mom’s house,” she grumbled. “Mom doesn’t care, either. She said that she pays the gas that goes in it, so there’s no reason he can’t use it.”

“He” being her stepfather.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I murmured. “Don’t cause a scene. You know how she gets.”

Eedie knew how she got.

We’d been dealing with Eedie’s mom’s bullshit for as long as I could remember.

It was my bad luck that I’d accidentally gotten her pregnant even though she was on birth control and I had been using a condom.

Not that I could complain about the aftereffect.

Having Eedie was the best thing to ever happen to me.

I loved Eedie more than life, and dealing with her mother was one hundred percent worth it if I got my baby girl in the end.

“I’ll be over soon,” I repeated when Eedie didn’t agree. “Don’t instigate a fight.”

“I’ll try,” she grumbled.

“But first I’m going to stop by and get your car.”

I did just that, too.

I found the car at the local home improvement store closest to where Eedie lived with her mother in Frisco.

Parking my bike around the corner of the store, I got off and walked to Eedie’s car—a 1993 Chevy Camaro.

It wasn’t a brand new car, but it wasn’t a shit car, either.

It’d been restored by my own hands, and I’d been contemplating selling it when Eedie had asked if she could have it.

Since I’d been needing to start looking for a car for her anyway, I’d agreed, and she’d been driving it for a year now with me when I had her.

She’d turned seventeen a few months ago, and so far, the car had worked out well for her.

Now, if I could only get it to stop working out well for her stepfather…

I started the Camaro up with a throaty roar and started out of the parking lot, heading toward Eedie’s mom’s house.

When I got there, Eedie was on the porch steps waiting for me.

She hopped up and came rushing toward me.

I pocketed the keys and said, “We’ll wait for him to get here.”

Eedie breathed a sigh of relief. “I swear I hid the key.”

“He probably had another one made,” I pointed out. “Your keys are still where you left them?”

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COPPER

One year ago

“What the fuck?” I bellowed just before I launched myself at my father.

He’d been hurting my sister.

And not just hurting her physically with his fists and feet. He’d been touching her.

The sight of his hands on her body…

I hit him harder.

Eventually, the fighting back stopped, but the rage inside of me only ratcheted higher and higher.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was like music to my ears.

I…

“Clayborne!”

I instantly woke up, never sleeping too deeply in this place.

That was the fastest way to get yourself killed.

I blinked open my eyes and stared at the guard at the door, my heart in my throat.

“You’re going home.”

My fuckin’ heart, the poor, abused thing that I swear to God felt like it was broken, never to be fixed again, gave a small pulse. “What?”

“You’re going home. Get your things.”

It took me five minutes to get my things.

It took me thirty-five to get processed out.

And the moment that I stepped outside and saw my little sister, the reason that I was in that hellhole in the first place, my fuckin’ broken heart mended itself.

At least partially, anyway.

She ran at me, and I swung her up into my arms, holding her tight.

“I’m out,” I whispered into her hair.

She started to sob in my arms. “Best day ever.”

Prologue II

Please be patient with me. I’m from the 1900s.

—Whispered thoughts from Baker to Holt

BAKER

“I think you’ll have about two more pushes left,” my doctor exclaimed. “Come on, let’s do this.”

“Um,” I heard that dreaded voice say. “You were supposed to call me when you went into labor.”

I looked up and my eyes went wide, because they didn’t just meet the green eyes that I’d once thought I loved.

They also met another set of eyes, these blue, belonging to someone I’d never met before.

Someone that was staring at me in horror as she stared at my vagina that was in full view of anyone that rounded the curtain blocking the door.

My stomach hurt.

My asshole felt like it was on fire.

And I was supposed to be okay with the man that was supposed to love me bringing another girl to the birth of our son?

No.

No, no, no.

But still, I stared at the man filling my hospital doorway with a look of complete shock.

He’d told me he wasn’t going to come.

He’d told me that he wasn’t seeing anyone, either.

Yet, there he was, standing there looking shocked at the sight of our son being born, with a girl staring in disgust standing next to him.

“Get her out!” I screamed.

My brothers, who’d been outside, yanked both him and her out of the door, uncaring if the move hurt them or not.

I just loved my brothers.

“What the actual fuck?”

That was my sister, Marcie.

My other sister, Gwen, was staring in disgust at the door where the couple had just disappeared.

“I don’t know what you ever saw in him,” Gwen hissed.

That’s when I started crying.

It was all too much.

I couldn’t do this anymore.

I couldn’t…

Another contraction hit, and I screamed.

I screamed and I screamed and I screamed, and all of a sudden, my baby boy, my perfect baby boy, was lying on my chest wailing.

It was the best and worst moment of my life.

COPPER

I was pissed.

Pissed, and hurt, and honestly, betrayed.

But not because I’d just walked in on my brother sleeping with the girl who was once my best friend, Reign.

But because my brother didn’t heed my warnings.

He’d picked up where I’d left off.

I’d come to the hospital with Keely to pop in for lunch with my brother, Chevy, thinking that I’d get some sibling time in—something that I fucking loved after not having it for the last fifteen years.

But then I’d jumped onto the bed that I’d assumed Chevy was sleeping alone in, only to find Reign there with him.

What would it fucking take to get him to see that she was a fucking nut case?

Honestly, it was likely my fault.

None of my siblings had known exactly how bad Reign was.

But I knew.

I’d spent the last fifteen years reading her letters and watched the degradation over the years.

When we’d been teens, she’d been eccentric.

Her mom had turned her into this hypochondriac that worried about anything and everything.

Over time, and after a lot of research—because I had a lot of free time on my hands and nothing to do with that free time—I’d decided that she had Munchausen’s.

Eventually, I’d had Apollo—our resident computer genius—look into her and found out that in her confidential medical files, my findings were the same as professionals.

I’d intended to keep an eye on her during my time in prison through Apollo, but shit had gone down with Apollo’s son, and Apollo had a lot on his mind to the point where I didn’t want to add to his load.

Though, if I had kept an eye on her, I would’ve noticed her sinking her needy claws into Chevy.

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Posy “Doc” Hicks has high blood pressure. All thanks to a certain hazel-eyed blonde who drives him absolutely insane in her short shorts and cowboy boots.

At first, Searcy Hodges is just a passing fancy.

A look but don’t touch kind of girl.

She has a bad attitude, an even worse bedside manner, and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas.

It would be wise to stay away, even if that attitude of hers really does great things for him.

But how is a man supposed to stay away when her temper is just that spectacular to experience?

He’s literally watched Searcy make one of her customers cry and not care.

She’s the poster child for ‘don’t do this if you want to stay in business.’

Yet, everyone keeps coming back.

And she keeps shelling out the attitude.

He’s a grown man. He shouldn’t get as much enjoyment out of watching the woman struggle.

He should be figuring out his own life, not wanting to dig into hers.

But the moment she breaks down in his arms and asks him for help, setting aside the attitude and exposing her vulnerability, he finds it impossible to say no.

He’s a Truth Teller. A biker with a hero complex. A paramedic and a former SEAL.

It’s literally ingrained in his psyche to help, and it’s painfully obvious that Searcy could use everything he has to give.

And while he’s solving her problems, he’ll make her his along the way.

She’ll never see it coming

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POSY + SEARCY

Posy “Doc” Hicks has high blood pressure. All thanks to a certain hazel-eyed blonde who drives him absolutely insane in her short shorts and cowboy boots.

At first, Searcy Hodges is just a passing fancy.

A look but don’t touch kind of girl.

She has a bad attitude, an even worse bedside manner, and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas.

It would be wise to stay away, even if that attitude of hers really does great things for him.

But how is a man supposed to stay away when her temper is just that spectacular to experience?

He’s literally watched Searcy make one of her customers cry and not care.

She’s the poster child for ‘don’t do this if you want to stay in business.’

Yet, everyone keeps coming back.

And she keeps shelling out the attitude.

He’s a grown man. He shouldn’t get as much enjoyment out of watching the woman struggle.

He should be figuring out his own life, not wanting to dig into hers.

But the moment she breaks down in his arms and asks him for help, setting aside the attitude and exposing her vulnerability, he finds it impossible to say no.

He’s a Truth Teller. A biker with a hero complex. A paramedic and a former SEAL.

It’s literally ingrained in his psyche to help, and it’s painfully obvious that Searcy could use everything he has to give.

And while he’s solving her problems, he’ll make her his along the way.

She’ll never see it coming.

To fucking Microsoft, I wrote all my anger out on your AI bullshit in this book. Fuck you and your stupid symbol that won’t go the fuck away on the side of my screen.

One

I’m burning sage and my boyfriend is talking shit saying it’s irritating his skin. He’s probably a demon.

—Text from Calliope to Searcy

SEARCY

“Goddammit!” I slammed my hands down hard on the table.

My mom looked up from where she was cleaning the counter of the bar.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking concerned.

My mother wasn’t used to that kind of outburst from me. At least, not when I was doing the work I loved.

Now, the work I didn’t love…I couldn’t say that I had the best attitude on the planet.

But one had to pay their bills, and to do that, you sometimes had to do things you didn’t want to do.

“Another fucking client,” I snarled, closing my laptop much more gently than my attitude wanted to, “left because they decided to go the AI route. Fuck them.”

Artificial Intelligence had single-handedly ruined my good mood for the last year.

One after another, my clients in the book world had left me for AI generated book covers.

Three years ago, when I’d started this photography and cover design venture, I’d been on top of the world. I’d thought, for once, my life would turn around, and I could finally claw myself out of the deep, dark hole that was my life.

Then, slowly but surely, the gods decided to show me that nothing good ever happened to Searcy Maddelyn Hodges.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry,” my mom replied, her face turning down into a frown.

And, since I hated seeing my mom frown because it reminded me of how two-faced she was, I chose to change the subject.

Anger simmered below the surface, but I wasn’t going to dwell on things I couldn’t change.

For now.

I’d do that in the comfort of my own bedroom tonight after everyone was in bed.

Speaking of everyone, my siblings came tromping through the door right then, cursing the heat.

“You’re late,” I muttered to my younger sibling.

“I’m fuckin’ trying,” Koda grumbled. “I’m not used to getting them up and out of the house on a timetable.”

That was true.

Koda was home on leave.

He was in the Air Force, and was doing phenomenally. Hell, before we knew it, he’d be ruling the world.

But for now, he was just our big brother, home on leave, pulling his weight since he wasn’t ever home anymore.

“Mama!” the youngest, Anders, at seven years old, went running to my mother with her arms wide open.

It was just after the morning rush—and when I say rush, I mean four regular old men that came to eat and shoot the shit for a couple of hours every morning—and my mom was leaving shortly to take the kids to the dentist.

We had Koda, who was six years older than me. Me. Kent, who was fourteen. Finally, there was Anders, our little baby doll, at seven.

There was also Calliope, who was now eighteen. She hated my guts, and it pissed me off to think about her, so I tried to do that as little as possible.

My mom was all alone now since Dad died a few years ago, and we were all on the struggle bus—though, just sayin’, but we were on the struggle bus well before our dad had died.

I had two very different, but still absentee, parents.

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The first day that she walked onto the surgical floor that Chevy Clayborne spent most of his time on, he knew that he’d do anything to make her his.
For two years, he played the long game.
He slowly insinuated himself into her life, and the moment that she needed him, he swooped in like the knight in shining armor that he only pretended to be but most assuredly wasn’t.
He’s no real knight.
In fact, he’s the villain in everyone’s story but his own.
He lives life the way he wants to live it, and damn anyone and anything that gets in his way.
He may appear like an upstanding anesthesiologist at work, but the moment he gets out of those scrubs and into his jeans, biker boots, and leather cut with the Truth Tellers emblem at his back, he morphs into his alter ego.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ain’t got nothin’ on him.

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One

In my next life, I’m coming back with money and good looks instead of all this sparkling personality bullshit.

—Aella’s secret thoughts

AELLA

“Hey, darling.”

I gritted my teeth, smiled, and turned to the doctor that spoke to me like I was a cute painting on a wall instead of a full blood person.

“Hello, Dr. Marsh.” I tried to smile, but I was afraid it’d come out more like a grimace.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, looking hopeful.

I grimaced. “Actually, I’m headed to the bus stop right now.”

When I said I was taking the bus, he was sad, because the bus stop was right on the edge of the parking lot right outside the ER’s main entrance.

“Bummer.” His eyes lit, hopeful. “Would you like a ride?”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m the first stop, and I have to head to the grocery store and visit with my sister anyway.”

Dr. Marsh looked heartbroken at my lie, but I didn’t want him to know that I drove home. My luck he’d follow me.

I didn’t know what it would take to make this man get a clue.

I mean, seriously.

He’d asked and asked, and I’d turned him down every single time. And this had been going on for over a freakin’ year.

Was I going to have to be more blunt? Tell him I wanted nothing to do with him?

I felt like that was a little bit too harsh.

I mean, he hadn’t actually asked me out yet. Though I knew he was trying to work up the courage.

“Have a good one.” I smiled, though it didn’t reach my eyes.

Dr. Marsh waved, and I hurried away, hoping that I wouldn’t be stopped again.

Luckily, I wasn’t and made it to my car that was well over six blocks away in about eight minutes.

My thighs chafed at all the walking I had to do in the most uncomfortable pair of scrubs that I owned.

These were my backups, the ones that I only wore when I had to.

And since I hadn’t been able to get to the laundry for a few days, it was a ‘had to’ moment.

The inner thighs of these scrubs were downright translucent and offered no real coverage. Any second, they’d give way just like all my pants did, and I’d have holes from them giving out.

My thighs were just that mighty…

Spying my car in the distance, I lengthened my stride and breathed a sigh of relief when I could fit the key into the lock.

As I got into my car, my mind was on what I had to do tonight.

First things first was to get my rent paid. I had exactly an hour and a half to get home, get my money, and then get it to the leasing office before they closed for the day.

This was, according to Maureen, the last day that I could be late and still live at the apartment complex.

Which was quite laughable because the apartment complex that she managed was a rundown joke of a building that people moved out of all the time.

In fact, there were eighteen units out of forty-eight that were empty right now because of the living conditions.

Gritting my teeth, I put my foot down into the clutch and cranked it.

Or tried to.

Nothing happened.

I sighed, put the car in neutral, then got out.

Once I had the car rolling a little bit, I got back in and allowed the car to roll down the hill of the street. In the process, I lost one of my shoes in my haste to get inside.

Once I had enough momentum, I popped the clutch, and the car grumbled to life.

That process was exactly why I parked exactly where I did so far away from the hospital.

Because when you were on a hill, and you had a manual car, you could pop the clutch if the battery was dead.

And since I needed to replace my battery, and it was often dead, I did this a lot.

I didn’t usually do it in front of a sexy biker, though, that watched me the entire time.

Not that I was aware of being watched.

Had I known, I might’ve left my shoe behind and just taken off.

Instead, I pulled the emergency brake up, got out, and headed for my shoe that was about fifteen feet in front of me.

In a man’s hand.

A man on a Harley, wearing a helmet, in hospital scrubs.

He flipped up the visor, and I could tell he was grinning as he held out my shoe to me.

I gave him a forced smile and said, “Thanks.”

His brown eyes sparkled as he said, “No problem, doll face.”

I tilted my head, and then I realized who, exactly, had witnessed my embarrassment.

Dr. Clayborne.

The anesthesiologist.

Son.

Of.

A.

Bitch.

If there was one man in the world that I didn’t want witnessing my embarrassment, it would be him.

Dr. Clayborne, also known as Chevy to his friends, but not me, was a knock-out.

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