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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)

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I’m not that girl.
I don’t turn heads inspiring grown men to act sweet and goofy to impress me.
I’ve never been that girl.
One look at BB and I knew he was the one.
Me. Tomboy-nothing-soft-about-me, instantly friend zoned by every man I meet.
Yep, plain, old boring me had the sexy, new vice president of Devil’s Blaze walking over, kissing me until my lungs burned from lack of oxygen.
I fell in love instantly, seeing forever in his eyes.
BB? Well, he kicked me out of bed the next morning.
I was already damaged. BB destroyed me.

I thought the gorgeous blonde at our club party knew the score. Boy, was I wrong.
Now, I need to find a way to repair a burned bridge—one very important to the Devil’s Blaze.
I’m ordered to leave Beau Harper alone.
It should be easy to do—except for one small thing.
I can’t get her out of my head. I want more. I want everything.
I’m damaged goods with enough baggage to fill an entire airport.
She deserves better, but I can’t help myself.
One way or another, I’m going to claim that woman as mine.

Standalone Romance

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Prologue

BB

“Yo, Harper. Time to get up,” I tell the hot piece currently lying on my bed at the compound.

Last night, we had a hell of a party at the club welcoming King as our new president, as well as my cousin Gabby back into the family fold. They’d gotten married a few weeks back and just returned from their honeymoon a few days ago. Gabby’s happier than I can ever remember seeing her. It’s clear King is totally gone for her, too. All of that, I can’t deny, is very, very good.

The club had fallen apart after losing Diego, a member, my cousin, my closest brother, and the next in line to take over. Shit like that cuts every member deep. His death was even more devastating because it deeply affected all of our original members, including my father, who was heartbroken. It was like some light in them was just extinguished. It became apparent they didn’t have it in them to lead the club forward. So, it fell on all of us to step up.

I’m mildly hungover, which is annoying. I should have laid off the tequila last night. I’m also more than a little put out that Harper is still here. We had a great time last night, lots of drinking, some kick-ass conversation in a way I’ve never had before with a biker bunny. We also had a lot of some serious fucking. Jesus, I pounded into her luscious body so much through the night the girl had to have some major bruises on her body. I’m currently looking at one now on her damn ass. I probably held her too hard on her cheek when I was slamming balls deep into her. I took while she was trapped between me and the wall. Wasn’t the first time I’d fucked a woman against a wall. I will say, it was probably the best.

Harper could fuck. Every single time she took my dick, it was like slipping into heaven. It was fast, hard, and absolutely fantastic. I’ve had more than my share of women and Harper was number fuck-me-until-my-cock-was-ready-to-fall-off one. Seriously, the woman took pleasure, gave it, and did it in a way that left no doubt she enjoyed it.

If I didn’t have a shit-filled day ahead, I’d give her another go. Hell, maybe two or three.

“Wha … What?”

Harper’s voice seems to wrap around my dick. If I didn’t have my pants already on, I’d call King and tell him I couldn’t make the meeting. Wouldn’t be a great way to act around the new president of the Devil’s Blaze, but he had made me his second in command, so I figured I could get away with it.

“Sucks, babe. I would have liked to spend the morning with that mouth of yours choking on my cock until you gagged on it, but I got shit to do.”

I look down at the woman in my bed. I think I register confusion and hurt on her face before it disappears and she’s pushing the mass of her ruffled hair from her face. As I watch her, it hits me—just like it did last night—she is fucking gorgeous. Harper has this thick blonde hair that is a mixture of white and gold. She reminds me of a young Michelle Pfeiffer, only prettier if you can believe that shit. I’m not sure I could tell you what color Michelle’s eyes are. That’s only because I was more into her hair, her smile, and her long legs. Harper has all that, with the addition of bright blue eyes that remind you of the summer sky. It also helps that her tits and her ass are ample, begging a man to enjoy them. All this means that it really is annoying that she didn’t leave like most biker bunnies do after a party night because I want to fuck her again and can’t. This irritation is exacerbated by the fact Harper is not a Devil’s Blaze regular. I’ve not seen her at the parties before. It’s clear by the way she partied that she’s experienced at it. Maybe she’s one of our allies’ club girls and made the trip here. It doesn’t happen often, but it has been known to. Hopefully, she’s just a local girl looking to get in the life. That would mean I could tap her ass when I got a hankering and with Harper looking the way she looks, and giving it the way she gives, that would definitely happen often.

“What are you going on about, Cowboy? You fucked me until five this morning. I’m worn out. I need sleep,” she mutters, rubbing her eyes in a cute way that again makes me want to fuck her.

“I have a meeting which means I gotta go. Which means you have to get out, babe.”

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Broken (Devil’s Blaze MC – Second Generation #1) Read Online Jordan Marie http://www.ilovenovels.com/broken-devils-blaze-mc-second-generation-1-read-online-jordan-marie Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:55:51 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/broken-devils-blaze-mc-second-generation-1-read-online-jordan-marie Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Authors: Jordan Marie Series: Devil's Blaze MC - Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)

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King has drifted from one club to the next.
A past relationship left scars that he's not sure will ever heal.
He's tired of trying.

Gabby is a woman that has made mistakes.
She's paid for them, but her spirit is gone.
Some will never let her forget the past and she's not sure she has the will to face the future.
She's even more broken than King.

There's a pull between the two of them, but they both have every reason to fight it.
They say love heals all, but can it mend two souls that are shattered so severely pieces will always be missing?

Working synopsis, subject to change.

Tropes:

Older man younger woman
Broken heroine
Second Chance
Possessive Alpha Hero
Grumpy Protector

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Prologue

KING

“I think that’s the last of it,” I say as I put the last box down on the concrete pad.

I’m with Dragon today at the Savage Brothers MC, Tennessee chapter. He and Nicole came down to visit with Crusher and Dani. Dragon asked if I could meet him out here and help move some shit with the rest of the club. Tennessee was bombarded with storms and the clubhouse had been flooded. Today they are going through everything and we’re packing up things so the Service Pro people can work their magic. Diesel—the president of this chapter—is discussing things with Dragon. They’re kicking around rebuilding the clubhouse and raising the new structure up slightly to prevent future flooding. The place apparently hadn’t been in danger before, but the weather has been crazy for the last couple of years.

“Thanks for your help, King,” Diesel says, as we walk over to the picnic table he’s sitting on top of. He hands me a beer off the cooler that is on the bench by his feet. I grab it, taking a long swig, enjoying it.

“No worries, I have some time on my hands,” I say with a shrug.

“Dragon mentioned confidentially that you might be looking for a new place to lay your head and a new club.”

I look back at the man who is my father by blood, a man I hated most of my life, and have lately called friend. Our relationship is odd, to say the least. He gives me a look with a shrug. “I know you’re not comfortable joining my club. Won’t keep me from trying to make sure you’re happy, son. Sue me.”

I shake my head, fighting a smile. If someone had told me that I would actually like this man a year ago, I’d have called them a liar, kicked them in the balls, and spit on them. Then again, a year ago, I thought I found a woman I could settle down with, a woman I could have kids with, and build the life I had never had—but always wanted. Turns out she wanted that too, but not with what she called a biker who would rather break the law than live a decent life. I push the thoughts away. I don’t need to sink into that headspace right now. It’s bad enough when I’m alone.

“I don’t need a club to make a position for me—no offense.”

“That’s good. I’m not making you one,” Diesel replies at once.

I look at Dragon and the bastard laughs. “I know you better than you think, son. I knew you wouldn’t want shit handed to you. They’re just asking you to join the club. They’ll patch you in on recommendation from Ford, by the way, not me.”

“You’re still an asshole,” I mutter, and son of a bitch, if men could cackle, he’d be guilty of it right now.

“All bullshit aside, we heard why you’re not happy at the Saints. I completely understand it. That’s not the kind of club we are. You won’t have to deal with that bullshit. We don’t use women for revenge. If it helps, I even spoke with Blade. He’s not listening. Losing his brother, and the way it happened, changed him.”

“You know about their plans?” I ask, not liking the thought of Dragon telling them something I told him in confidence.

“Probably before you did. I spoke to him before Dragon mentioned you were looking for a club. That’s also how I knew the reason you weren’t happy with the Saint’s Outlaws, if you’re wondering. No one told me shit.”

I nod, but Dragon shakes his head. I can tell he didn’t like that I thought he betrayed me. I shrug. I like the man and I’m slowly learning to trust him. Still, years of distrust are hard to overcome. “Sorry, old man.”

“You’ll learn,” he says, and I guess he’s right.

“I’d need to talk to Ford. He’s still on his honeymoon. He wants me to come back, but I’d rather have a clean start somewhere.”

“You can just tell me when. We’ve moved the headquarters to an old hotel about a mile from here. I’m not sure how long it will take us to get moved back in here but shouldn’t be long. Even if we rebuild to raise the structure up, we’re thinking of a whole new structure at this point. Our place needed some updating, anyway.”

“Sounds good. Ford comes back next week. I’ll talk things over with him and let you know.”

“That works. Now, how about we put your old man’s grill work to the test? I’m getting hungry.”

“Fuck you,” Dragon laughs. “I’m taking a break. Isn’t Crusher supposed to be back today? Let that bastard cook.”

“He is, but usually after he’s been gone a couple of days, he and Dani disappear for twenty-four hours, if not longer.”

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